Girl about the World

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to announce that my blogs are have both been moved.

You can find 'Girl about the World: My personal rant and bitch on life' here:

http://www.girlabouttheworld.wordpress.com

And you can find my newie 'Girl in the IT World:Megan in Wonderland' Here

http://www.girlintheitworld.wordpress.com

Happy reading people!  Mwah xo

I was speaking to a friend the other day online at work.

Yes, I was wasting time. But I am finally giving up on the possibility of 'the greater good'. And I thought that it was definitely something worth discussing. Is there any good left in the world? Do we all still cling on to the subtle thought that 'the good guys always win' and 'everything is always ok in the end' But what if it isn't? Is it simply a Hollywood myth, much like everything else these days?

Thinking back on what I had said to this friend of mine, I was actually encouraging him to become dispassionate. To accept the world as it is because people don't change. Why should they, when no one is really telling them what they are doing wrong. I was asking him to 'remove' himself from his personal integrity and just accept that you cannot 'save' everyone.

Now I think I was completely on the wrong page. The world will never change if people don't become more proactive and say 'no' more often. The people who have actually made a difference in the past aren't the people who sat down and said 'hey, it may be wrong, but you can't change it'

This got me thinking or good old 1984 again... Our unlikely 'hero' of  the novel, Winston, becomes proactive in a world where even thinking  the wrong thing could get you 'vaporized'. You are probably wondering what this has to do with what I'm talking about. But in 1984, the people who stop society becoming proactive are called the 'thought police' - and this makes me even more concerned.

By encouraging my friend to become dispassionate, am I not reiterating the statement 'ignorance is truth'. Am I not in some ways becoming the embodiment (or what could be the start of the embodiment) of the thought police. Now, I know I am not hell bent on world domination (not yet anyway) and I was encouraging my friend to 'remove' himself for his own benefit, but I think that in making this suggestion I lost a little bit of my own personal integrity. One of my biggest moral stand points is standing up for what I believe in.

I think I just became a little less Megan.

Stay tuned for part 2 :D

Went clubbing this whole weekend, to 'The Lions Hotel' and Marquee on Friday night. Then to Area61 and Housexy on Saturday night. I have decided there are definitely some distinguished 'types' of women that hit the clubs in Melbourne.

The 'think she's cool, mean chick'

Every girl will know what I am talking about here, she is the one who walks around like she owns the place, with perfect hair and make up. She dresses completely in 'whats in' at the time and only goes after the guys in the night club who are posing and perfect, just like her. She doesn't drink much, and if she does, she is drinking what ever is 'in' at the time. If you accidentally walk into her - watch out, if looks could kill you would be dead and gone. Most of her friends suck up to her and then call her a bitch behind her back.

The Possum

This girl is notorious, she goes out, drops a few pills and a line or two, and spends the whole night in the middle of the dance floor or on a podium dancing in her own little world, drinking water and smoking excessive amounts of cigarettes. If you see her in the toilets, she will tell you she is on a pill or whatever drug she is on and talk to you about it for an hour whilst you gaze longingly at the door. She tells you how great you are a hundred times, and then proceeds back to the dance floor. Doesn't leave the club until it shuts and as soon as she is out the door begins a 6 day come down which involves 2 suicide attempts and a lot of crying and whining. Swears she will never do it again yet the next weekend, what do you know!

The Drunk Lunatic

This girl is everyones friend, can drink more than her guy friends and is just rowdy good fun. Until you are trying to get her head out of the toilet at 5 in the morning, or trying to convince her to leave. She hates the 'thinks she is cool mean chick' type, and is more likely to be friends with 'The Possum'. She is all out for a good time, but wakes up the next morning feeling like shit. She also tends to repeat herself and be a total idiot whilst dancing. Totally oblivious to her own idiocy, she can sometimes make her friends look a little silly.

The Wallflower

You know that chick sitting in the corner, with one or two mates who just kinda hang all night? Well, they are the wall flowers. They dress in ok clothes, aren't to glamorous and are the type of girls that would help pull the drunk lunatics head out of the toilet.She rarely drinks. However, they are socially retarded. If you make friends with them, no doubt they will stalk you. Also has the tendency to 'come out' every now and then and get drunker than the lunatic. However, there is no self control here, and you end up hearing stories like 'this one time, at band camp.....' enough said.

The 'unpaid' Prostitute

Yeah, you know she looks great, you also know she is also a great dancer. What  you also know is that she is wearing enough clothes to go to the beach, and she is following guys into toilet stalls by the bucket load. The only reason this chick wears make-up is to cover the herpes on her lips she has caught from going down on to many strangers. She drinks enough alcohol to 'loosen up' and I mean - literally. Don't even bother trying to talk to this girl, she has her eyes only on one thing: the men. In her defense, she knows what she wants and exactly how to get it. If you could get her to talk to you, you should ask for tips ;) Most likely to be friends with the drunk lunatic - she is the most excepting.

The girl who gives the western suburbs its reputation

This girl, man, don't look at her sideways. Her and her 'crew' will be on you like a flash, probably wielding knives. In the late 90s these girls had mullets and stonewashed jeans, now they opt for dada, fubu and ugly cheap holey jeans. Feral hair she doesn't wash. She sits around and brags about how many fights she started last week and she thinks guys stay away from her because they are scared. Truth is, the guys think she has more balls then they have. She literally travels in a pack of girls just like her, and they drink beer like its going out of fashion (if they knew what the term fashion meant) 

Hehe. I love generalizing.

Has any body ever noticed, GOOD Karma, does not exist?

I think the Karma system is truly broken. Dead.

I mean, I am at office works, and nice looking old man drops his folder dividers everywhere. Of course, I rush to pick everything up for him and put all of his stuff on the counter. The guy thanks me, and don't get me wrong I was more then happy to help! But I always do things like this!

Whether its helping old people, or just being really nice to shop assistants, I do all these nice things, and the universe never does anything good for me!

Have I just done to many bad things to deserve a good thing? Does it seriously matter how many little old women I help across the road? Or is the same thing going to happen if I lead them in front of a truck?

Could it seriously just be my pessimistic state of mind?

Do people make their own luck? Could destiny and karma be a sham?

I don't know. Somehow I don't think the universe will help me out on this one.

Before someone else does!


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Who me?

No, unfortunately JT is the only only one bringing Sexy Back.

I can't even bring sex back, that how sad I am! Yes, I am back people, still whinging and as cynical as ever. I have had a bit of a 'writers block' over the past few weeks (months). Not sure what had caused it, and I am not even sure my super cool wit and charm is even back.

Well, as you can guess, not much has changed. Still single. Still crazy as ever and still.... still going full steam ahead into the deep end.

I did get arrested, but thats another story. Did hook up with someone I shouldn't have, but even I am to ashamed to tell you that one!

I am going on ANOTHER holiday, in about a month. Sometimes I get the feeling that I don't like it here much. Well, I am going on a cruise. Yes, a full blown, Girls gone wild Megan and Lorraine cruise! So, that should be great.

Another thing that has happened. Apparently I am turning into a semi- workaholic. And not the type that actually gets things done. I am the type who sits at her desk pulling her hair (which is gorgeous by the way) and nearly crying.

Now, for work reasons I cannot go into to much detail about this. It is very naughty to write bad things about SitePoint because they all know whose blog is where and you can't hide anything.

Well, I have managed to write this entry without actually discussing one subject so far. I got a score of 25 out of 30 on the Mensa fun test. Maybe I should join because I am such a genius! Wait here it is:

'Your score was 25 out of 30. That is an excellent score, you would have a very strong chance of passing the Mensa test and joining Mensa.'

Heh, ironic isn't it, I can get that much on a quiz but I can't finish uni! Oh well, you get that!

I also updated my profile photo. God I am one hot bitch now! See what a bit of hair dye and exercise can do for you!

Hmm, not sure what I just did but I am pretty sure I just sent spam to a few people. Oh well!

Ok, I better go before I sound more like a crazy person. Promise I will write about something decent tomorrow.