Four months of freedom, over.

What a four months this has been too.
Filled with messy nights, random nights, those TWK nights, and everything else that fits in between (:
As these holidays wrap up and Uni commences tomorrow.. I shall now reflect on what has been the best holidays I've had (:

No matter where we were and what we were doing; getting on the piss on the streets of Terrigal, surviving 'gun threats' in Green Valley, taking penalty drinks, having dinner at Savannas or Rashays or Olivetos, spending the rest of our nights at McDonalds, coffee runs, up in the 3-0-7 at the hotel motel FORMULA 1!, car raves, late night raves in general, accumulating WAAAY TOO MUCH GROG BOTTLES, playing drinking games to Jerry Springer, setting off fireworks, Jupiters sessions, gigs (including fail gigs), late night drunken Maccas runs, burnouts resulting in damaged vehicles and poles, SPONTANEOUS ADVENTURES (in particular, one that only Matt will understand), parties and shindigs, double parking and spewy champs... and so much freakin more, we ALWAYS managed to forget any troubles we may have had and make those nights the best <3

So heres to everyone. TWK; James, Bronte, Ricky, Alex, Endy and Cayla.. fuck yous are wankers.. what more can I say? LOL

THEM DIRTY DIRTY ASSYRIAN BITCHES, Benita and Denita.. don't think the chocolate room will ever recover after I've been there... bahaha!

JON, JESS, SARAH, BRITT AND JOSH! The regulars for those two weeks, yous sure knew how to throw partays! And to Josh.. YOU KNEW HOW TO COOK :D

AND TO EVERYONE ELSE JUST AS AWESOME WHICH IS WAAAY TOO MANY TO MENTION, thanks for making these holidays SWEEEET AS =)

I think a special mention needs to go out to Matt.. More than half of my holidays was spent with you and I'm surprised I survived it without going insane LOLZZZZZZZZZZ =D

I'm off to bed now D: Wish me luck for my FIRST DAY AT UNI :O
xo

Seventeen and dumb, look at me, I know right from wrong.

I'm so sick of teenagers.

Well okay so I can't really talk.. seeing as I myself still am a teenager, but whatever. I'll rephrase it. I'm so sick of SOME teenagers. Happy now children?

First and foremost, I am so sick of the teenagers who think they're in love. Oh my gosh, let me be quite frank, you're not. You do not love your hunnybums, your schnookums, your babycakes, your 'sm3xxiii b0ii', your fucking shined up turd you obsess over. Wait what? Oh I'm sorry, are you going to start saying how I'm just jealous that I have nobody to love and that I'm lonely? YEAH YOU HEARD ME, I have once had THAT exact line used against me. Right you are, I'm totes jealous that I'm not a lovesick zombie who only thinks of my boyfriend, I'm totes depressed because I'm not whipped.. and I TOTES wish I could have a boyfriend so I can FINALLY rub it in my friends faces by dogging them and saying stuff like "You're just jealous you have nobody." Wow looks like I'm missing out on SOOO much. God if I really wanted some action, I'd get myself a boy toy, but has the thought ever crossed your thick head that maybe SOME PEOPLE HAVE BETTER PRIORITIES, such as, oh I don't know? University? Getting a awesome degree, ending up earning a fuckload of money, having men by the dozens swarm after me? Good priorities are those that ensure a good future in the long run, and your priorities? Sorry, but I don't think your boyfriend/girlfriend will be a good long term investment. Enjoy your failed life, single at 40, because all you cared about in your teenage years was a girlfriend/boyfriend. The thought of all this makes me laugh :)

Subcultures and such are a fundamental part of your teenage years, no doubt. But why the fuck would somebody be so stupid as to one day wake up, and decide they want to wear a Dri-Fit, Adidas trackies and some fail bumbag? WHY? Why do little fourteen year old shits start swarming to the T-Way, sitting there and taking mad gangsta pics on the staircases? What the fuck is so great about that? LEK SHU CUZZY CHECK OUT MY DP ESHAYZ I RUN THE T-WAY ERA. And on that note, why talk like that for? You give the Assyrian/Lebanese/Arab languages in general a bad name, it's even funnier when Aussies talk like that. Oh and by the way, I've had so many of these lad cunts come up to me for a 'spare durry', and I always tell them to fuck off, even if I do happen to be carrying a deck on me. I think the thing that is worst than lads.. are those ganga ladettes. The ones that sit down on a bench and infect it with herpes. The sad thing is, these girls are usually like 15 or 16.. and always go for the older boys. "LEK SHUU BABY I ROOT COME FUCK ME COS I'M A LOWIE BITCH." Then when they get fucked over, they wonder why... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY EFFING GOSH, you have to be kidding me yeah? "OMGGGG he called me a slut, I'm not a sluttt!! Just because I slept with all his mates it doesn't mean I'm a sluttt!! WHY WOULD HE DO THAT TO MEEEE" .. honey, you answered your own question.

I hate the bludgers. Those people who drop out of school and end up doing NOTHING. It's one thing to drop out and go straight into an apprenticeship, a job, or TAFE. That's actually going somewhere with your life. It's a totally different thing to drop out and end up staying at home doing nothing with your life. "OMG I fucking hate school" *drops out* "OMG I fucking don't wanna work, I'm gunna stay at home" ????????????????? WHYYY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!?! The sad thing is, it's usually the emos that end up falling into this bludger category. They hate school because they get teased, so they drop out so they can finally express their awesome individuality with their other emo fuckwits who either skip school or just don't bother. Has anyone noticed how TAFE is full of emos? Once ONE in a group starts going to TAFE, being the sheep they are, decide they will now all go to TAFE so that they can be awesome there, and start complaining about how shit it is. Sometimes I wish they would take their death wishes seriously.

Sluts. Fucking hell they're the scum of the Earth. I don't even need to elaborate, everybody knows this.

Why do teenagers have to be such retards?

Distance.

Literally, distance can make or break the beginning of something wonderful.
Figuratively, distance is a disease which slowly attacks and destroys something wonderful.
The disease can strike any relationship type, friendship or courtship.
Distance is an obstacle which can be conquered, though it's safe to say, it isn't an easy task.
It takes hard work for distance to be conquered, though if one side slacks off on their work load, then the disease remains.
It can work the opposite way though. Distance can give strength, grow love and admiration, for there is that cliche "absence makes the heart grow fonder".
It's undeniable the ecstatic feeling which possess you when your eyes gaze upon the figure of somebody you haven't seen in so long.
Even better when you have them in your arms.
The feeling remains during the time you spend with them, and only them, catching up on all things that have occured since the last time you met.
Departure brings about bitter sweet emotions, you're thankful for the time spent with them, however you wished you could spend just one more minute together, and face the reality that distance is about to strike yet again.
So when the double-edge sword that is distance seems to be looming upon something wonderful, do you become scared?
Naturally.
Do you let this fear come between you?
Absolutely not.
Take it in your stride, after all, distance can physically seperate, but it can never severe the emotional connections.

"That's it. I'm turning on the luda kuja."

Oh no... NO.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

This can sum up the night that was the 16th/17th (although according to Mounties THE SIXTEENTH! BL2RICKS) =D

Well it all started with my usual mission to GV. Fuck I cannot wait for Matty to be fixed, which is reasonably soon if all goes to plan <3 I hate missions. But anyways, got picked up from good old Busby a.k.a 'Booooooooooz-bi' t-way by Endy and Jesssss (:
And off we went to look up some HOUSINGGGG! Woot. So here we are, trolling the net for some suitable places.. of course adding in our own commentary..
"IT HAS AN INTERNAL LAUNDRY! YAAAAALLAAAAH"
"Carport? FUCK THAT!"
(my personal favourite) "Spanish style? TACO NIGHT IS EVERY NIGHTTTT! .... oh wait, that's Mexican"
"OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG IT HAS A DISHWASHER, LET'S THROW PARTIESSSSSSSSS"
So anyway once our wide search was finally narrowed down to two apartment blocks in good ol' Livo, it was my turn to call up and make the enquiries.. why me? -_- lol.
Agent: Could I get your name?
Ivana: Uh.. uhh.. Matthew... Endycott.. yeah I'm not really him, I'm a her, I'm calling for him..
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA awk-warrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd.
Anyway couldn't get a viewing for that day.. so what do we do? Take a nice drive down to have a look ourselves. Funny thing is, the website didn't give the address.. so it was a bitch to wing it.. but we winged it (:

So after all that, we went up to Maccas/Valley Plaza for a bit, to eat and what not. Oh yes, and buy Ricky's card. For you see... in about 6 hours was his birthday :D Anyway I got him a HALLMARK card since I knew he would appreciate that over some "crappy two dollar shop" one. After Endy added his personal touches to it, it was truly a memorable and special card :) An example? Changing stuff like "you're mature" and shit about loads to "you're not mature and you like to blow your load" teeeeeheeeeeee.
"Unga ooaga booga boo.. translation: happy birthday" haha :)
Signed, your favourite caveman, Ivana, and Matthew Drago*crosses out*Faggotslav End*crosses out*ycott-lesscock. teeeeeeheeeeeeeee.
AND LET ME TELL YOU, RICKY WAS FUCKING LOADED FROM THAT ONE CARD. MMMMHMMMM *z-snap*

So after all that, twas now me, Joanna, Benita, Jess and Endy.. and off we went to see Bree's baby boy :) Tye is ADORRRRRRRRRRRRRABLE. Cue all the girls cooing at the bub and awww-ing and getting all girly.. and cue poor Endy looking awkward BAAAAAAAAAAAH. Stayed at hers for a bit just catching up and stuff, while cooing at the little bub of course ;) Met the funniest chick there.. forgot her name, but apparently she knew me and Benita from somewhere before? Benita just looked at me for help and I'm like "DO YOU THINK I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYONE THAT I MAY HAVE MET?!?!?!" answer: YOU ALWAYS DO!!!! haha.

Endy then got called into work. POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

But by then Ricky came out! We just chilled at Maccas.. like.. it was so bad, we were totes real Maccas junkies. We stayed there from the time Endy started to the time he finishes.. totes derro. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT. We had reason.

James and Bronte and Bianca joined us, Benita and Jess had to leave.. but no matter, we we're able to witness.. the first time Ricky could legally buy his own smokes. Oh my goodness.. this was a marvel.

So we walked out of Maccas at like.. ten minutes to twelve, and walked over to Quix.
Waited a bit.. then Ricky went for it. Told the cashier it was his birthday, full got out ALL his cards with his birth date on it (just because he thinks he looks so young that people will think his license is a fakie) farkkk we all pissed ourselves. Even Endy stopped being a drive thru Nazi just to watch from the window! The cashier was like laughing and shit and was like "oh you still have two minutes." So we waited..

And waited..

Till finally, cashier shakes Ricky's hand, tells him a Happy Birthday, and Ricky finally purchases his first legal deck.. of course being, MARLBORO REDSSSSSSSS (Y)
Thank fuck that you will NEVER have to make me buy them for you.. EVEN THOUGH I'M YOUNGER THAN YOU! "Sorry Ivana it's just that you look the oldest out of all of us!!!!"

Waited around Maccas a bit, in the meantime nicely filled up Endy's tank, went on Red Bull runs.. When James and Ricky decided to go to Mounties. So leaving the underagers behind, me and Joanna just stayed outside Maccas for the twenty or so minutes until Endy finished work.

So anyhoos the man himself calls me up.. from inside the store -_- idiot lol. And is like "Can't you just crash at mine? I ceebz driving you home and I wanna go mountiesssssss!!!!" after a long period of convo where I was convincing him he could make it to mounties.. it happened. "I'm turning on the luda kuja" OH FOR FUCK SAKE! YOU DRIVE LIKE A RETARD PERIOD, DO YOU THINK I'LL LIKE IT WHEN YOU'RE ACTUALLY TRYING TO BE A FUCKWIT P PLATER?!?!?! LOLOLOL ;D I almost died while he was dropping Joanna home.. hahaha.

About to turn onto Cowpasture.. when Ricky rings up.
He informed us that he got rejected from Mounties, because they were technically still trading under the 16th of Feb, not rolling over into the 17th post midnight, so that in their eyes.. he was still underage. LOLLLLLLLLFAILLLLLLLL!! So we waited for them up at Quix, and started on our road trip to the croft.
Yeah so we may have had a few stops here and there.. drag racing on Cowpasture..
"OHHH FUCKKK MY OVER DRIVE IS ON FFS!"
Hanging out of Endy's window..
"GO EAT A FUCKING PIZZA YOU I-TIE!"
Song remixes..
"I'm at Eastern Creek dumps BITCHHHHHHHHHH!"
Driving on the wrong side of the road...
"Ohhh FUCKKK IS THAT A COP?!?!?!?!?! Oh thank God it's not."

But this one.. takes the (birthday) cake.

Eastern Creek is a world renowned.. well at least Sydney renowned.. spot for prostitution. It was my genius idea to take a small detour through the industrial area in order to get Ricky some 'action' for his birthday ;D BAHAHAHAHA!
So here we are.. hunting prostitutes.. about to give up to be honest when WHAAAM! I found one! Endy slams the breaks, Ricky slams the breaks, CUE ME AND JAMES YELLING SHIT!
"HEYYYY BABYYYYYYYY, HOW MUCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
We chuck a u-ie, and I had a mad idea to yell out "WHEN I GROW UP, I WANNA BE JUST LIKE YOUUUUUUUUUU!"
When all I see.. is a guy come out of a van.. about to THROW something at the car.. I'm so glad Endy has eyes, and a heavy foot.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" *floors it*
However I wish I could say the same for the fuckwits James and Ricky! THEY CARRIED ON AT THE SPEED LIMIT.. DUDE.. THE GUY HAD A BRICK! It was a fucking brick. When the coast was clear, we stopped and told them what happened. They had completely no idea, however, the prostie did yell out to Ricky and James that "I GOT YA FACKEN NUMBA PLATES IM GANNA CALL DA FACKEN COPS" *derro voice* Yeah honey, good luck with that, I hope the cops don't laugh too hard at you :)

That MAY HAVE been a 'Great PIMP DADDY Escape'.
We got to my house, and fucking laughed our asses off at the fact that we pissed off a pimp daddy!
Sat outside on my driveway for about twenty minutes, just reminiscing on the Livo days.. and the emo days and what not. Also about 'connections' and such and such. It got to about 2.30am, and I was already waaaay past my bedtime, as I had to be up at 7 in the morning, and the boys got tired too. So we called it a night.. and what a night it was.

So happy birthday Rickson, hope you enjoyed your almost pimp daddy escape <3

Short rant.

I swear, if I hear/see one more person claiming they're 'in love' with somebody after a few days into a relationship.. oh my goodness I am going to shank them.

Seriously children, what the fuck is wrong with you? You may 'like' them, you definitely 'lust' over them.. don't get it mixed up with 'love', because it most definitely is not.

And since when were relationships at this age taken so gosh darn seriously? For fuck sake, thirteen or fourteen year olds treat their relationships as if they're going to be married one day. Buddy, you and your 'significant other' will not last 6 months, let alone 10 years. Stop trying to force yourself to grow up, it's simply stupid.

I mean, who the fuck would even want the responsibility of a 'serious' relationship at such ages? I'm almost fucking eighteen, and as much as a relationship sounds good right now, I still prefer being single.
Although when university starts I'm sure I'll be meeting many suitors ;)

But seriously, what the fuck? And your relationship 'problems', aren't even real problems. "Lykk omgshhh mai bee eff is such a basterd!!11! he waz full lookin at sum otha chik11!!1!!!!1" JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! go fucking play with some Bratz dolls.

God if I were your parents, I would be giving you all a big, hard slap on the face.

End rant, I'm off to work bitches :)

On the corner of First and Amistad.

when thoughts aren't said, wordboner speaks my mind. <3

This is dedicated to Mr Daniel Bosnjak.

Today is Valentines Day, and Bozz wrote me a poem. Oh such a romantic he is.

Daniel Bosnjak
Baby don't you care,
why you gotta go an treat me so unfair
Ivana why can't we just get along
i think that you got me all wrong.

I lol'd.

Daniel Bosnjak
I'll probably see that in your blog.
"Today is valentines day, and bozz wrote me a poem ♥ "

I lol'd, then decided to actually write a blog.

So Bozz, here is my reply.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Bozz fails at winning me over,
And that is true! :)