Why I am always broke.

My most used phrase would be "I can't, I'm broke". Despite its over usage, my friends still seem to act shocked when I say these four little words. The conversation usually goes a little something like this:

"Hey Eva, wanna do something?"
"I can't, I'm broke"
"What? You're broke? Still?"

Okay, like, NEWSFLASH PEOPLE! Poverty doesn't go away overnight! Yeah, I was broke yesterday, and I'm still broke today. And even if I did have some money, I would only have it for a few seconds before it was transferred out of my account to pay my rent or my gas bill or my electricity bill or my Centrelink debt which I accumulated after lying to them about being at uni when I was actually pissing away my money at Red Square or some equally seedy nightclub that I frequented at nineteen years of age. Only a small percentage of the money I earn ever reaches my grasp. The rest of it may as well be a figment of my imagination because I never actually see it. Now to top it off, our landlord has increased our fortnightly rent by ten dollars each! Ten bucks, dude! Do you know what I can do with ten bucks? That's approximately four bus trips. Two massive boxes of Nutri Grain. Thirty fucking litres of water! Water, dude! Our landlords may as well have handcuffed me, shoved a sock in my mouth, thrown me in a helicopter and dropped me in the middle of the Sahara Desert 'cause stripping me of an extra ten bucks is like letting me dehydrate for three weeks! I'm talking extreeeeeeme dehydration! But hey, I really like our little townhouse and I really hate moving...so an extra ten dollars to rent it is. Now as a uni student, I only work about ten hours per week (more, if they need me) and I don't receive Centrelink so you can imagine, that's not much money to live on. When I did the calculations, I realised that I'm paying 64 percent of my wages to rent (!) and that leaves 36 percent left to pay for all those bills, food, bus tickets and sporting commitments. In other words, I'm royally screwed! I have ZERO money to spend on social shit...in fact, I'm usually in the red every week because my weekly wage barely covers anything.

Now I have a talk with my course coordinator and she is all like "Nutrition and Dietietics is a very heavy course load and frankly, as a full-time student, you really don't have time to be working a job as well". I find this hilarious. And by hilarious I mean the kind of funny when you see someone you think is idiotic get run over by a truck. Wouldn't it just be all lovely if I could have Mummy or Daddy pay for my entire degree while I sit on my ass and concentrate on my studies! This lady must be on trips if she thinks everyone has the luxury of not working while at uni. Sorry, honey, but this is the real world and unless you're offering to pay for my living expenses for the next two years, I suggest you shut the fuck up.

It's just frustrating when people have no comprehension of your financial situation, and why you are in it. I'm not saying I don't spend my money on bullshit sometimes, because I do. I have made a tonne of bad decisions with money in the past, and still do, but at this point in time I don't even have the luxury to make bad decisions because I am literally working to survive week to week. And when I say I'm broke, I mean I'm broke, not the I-actually-have-a-savings-account-with-a-shitload-of-money-in-it-that-i'm-not-supposed-to-touch kind of broke. The thing is, I'm happy! Life is good! It may be better with a bit of extra cash, but I'm willing to be a poverty-stricken student for a while because I know it will be worth it in the end.

So I'm sorry if I always say I've got no money and we can't do stuff. It's just the truth. It just means when you're around me we can get more creative! Having fun doesn't always require money, it's all about the company.

:)

Going gaga.

So I've been trying to find inspiration for Kate's Lady Gaga theme party next week and let me say, YouTube is freakin awesome in terms of make-up and hair tutorials, not to mention anything else you ever wanted to know about anything. There are some crazy talented and creative people out there! Anyway, seeing as I'm not exactly Lady Gaga blonde, I thought I'd go as her partner in crime, Beyonce and copy her look from the "Telephone" video where she is picking up Gaga from jail in the pussy wagon. I decided to post my attempt below seeing as I'm pretty proud that I even managed to do it...I'm usually pretty hopeless at makeup but hey, I gave it a go! I think the look turned out pretty similar to Beyonce's although the flash on my camera makes me look Twilight-esque...I'm not sure if this is the look I'm gonna use now because I feel like a Lady Gaga theme should be a bit more colourful and fun so I'm gonna keep brainstorming and see what I come up with. What do you guys think anyway? And yes, I know I look nothing like Beyonce, it's about the look! :p

Be wheely positive.

Ok, so most people seem to be in agreeance that it's totally uncool to be the third wheel. 'Tthird wheel' is synonomous with 'tag-a-long'; if you find yourself in this position you can feel out of place or like an unwanted extra. Plus, you usually have to endure highly uncomfortable make-out sessions between the two main wheels OR just other lovey-dovey crap that induces a gag reflex unless oneself is actually partaking in the activity with one's own eye candy. So yeah, generally being a third wheel sucks. For as long as I remember I, Eva Cameron, have been the trusty third wheel. Being the ever-single one, I would always be forced into third wheel scenarios whether I liked it or not. Sometimes it was okay, because in some cases I was equally as chummy with my friend's boyfriend as I was with my girlfriend. However, there have been plenty of instances where I have had to endure awkward moments with my friend's partner where we either #1 sit there in silence OR #2 frantically speak over each other so as to not find ourselves at #1. My most hated scenario is the one where you plan to do something with your friend (thinking girls only) and then you rock up to meet her and suddenly Mr Boyfriend pops up out of nowhere like BAM! Um, seriously, don't you have anything better to do little man or has your girlfriend forced you into coming along so you can listen to us ramble on about...I dunno...girly stuff? Either way, if his presence is unexpected, it is generally unwelcome.

However after years of pitying myself as the third wheel, I have realised that my position is actually one of great power and I can actually benefit from being the omnipresent tag-a-long. That's right, most of my friends who are attached have told their boyfriends that if they want to continue being attached, they have to accept ME as part of the package deal. That means the boyfriend, if he accepts this, understands that if he wants to hang around his bitch, he may have to hang around me too. But I'll go a step further and say that if he wants to make his girlfriend happy, he has to make ME happy too. And here, my friends, is where I become something more than a third wheel. In fact, this is where I start to redefine what a third wheel is - I am no longer an unwanted extra. I am a needed part of the system, in fact, I am an assumed and integral part of a system which will continue to exist whether the boyfriend is there or not. And the benefits of this newly-defined-third-wheel status include: drinks being bought for me, dinners, rides home and general sucking up my ass because if Eva doesn't like you, it's highly likely she can influence her friend to not like you too. Oh, THE POWER!!! Ok for real, I'm not that evil and I would never exploit my friends' boyfriends for my benefit. Please don't take me too seriously. The point is, it's not too bad being the third wheel, it really just depends on the way you look at it. And that's something you can really apply to anything in your life no matter what position you find yourself in. So fuck the self-pity and look at the pros of every scenario. Who needs a lifelong partner to support you and share your hopes and dreams? Why not aspire to be a third wheel like me? All the advantages of a boyfriend...without the boyfriend.

:)

The Cactus

This is a comic I drew on a tablet. It's a personal joke so don't try to understand it hehe. It was fun to draw! I might have to become a professional comic strip drawer-er-er...

Final Thought for today...and some pics :)

I have just experienced how much damage gossip can do. I do not appreciate having to think bad thoughts about my best friend due to someone else's fucked up comments. My life is drama and gossip free generally. But I am finding that there are one or two people within my circle of friends who are so unsatisfied with their own lives that they must constantly stick their nose in other people's business or create drama out of nothing. I am so over the bullshit. In fact, this blog is full of shit because I am actually wasting MY TIME thinking about shit like this when I could be sleeping or eating or doing something equally as fucking awesome. I don't think people understand that MY TIME is precious and I have better things to do than think about stupid shit. And for those of you who are thinking "wow, this chick has PMS...", well I don't, thank you. My readers should know by now that when I get worked up about something, I tend to vomit words of frustration. So deal with it. Anyway, I feel much better now so goodnight.

P.S. Who are all these anonymous people commenting on my page? Most of you are cool, but for those who intend to write crap, be a fucking man/woman and attach your REAL name to the post. I ain't gonna hurt you, geez.

P.P.S. On a happier note, I would like to give a shout out to Nicole at Hair Machine Burnside for doing my hair last night for ENVY. We were channelling Rihanna/Pepa from Salt n Pepa and it turned out amazing. Nicole you are a freak of nature!! Hit up her salon if you wanna look hot, guys and girls! :)

Thought for today.

This is an excerpt from a text message I received today.

I know friendship includes forgiveness n shit but [they are] in my bad books! cos [they are] not even taking ownership of what happened and [their] actions. Now we look bad - not that I care about me - so [they] can look good. U know what?? It says alot about [their] true self n that [they] will step on ppl, betray ppl to get ahead/make [themselves] look better.Over analysation? Maybe but there is no trust

Fun times...

Had a mad crazy night with Thao & the boys last night. Although Rundle Street now bears my autograph. In vomit. Oh so classy. And I thought I had left my puking days behind along with my inappropriate clothing choices and naivete. Does it classify as "spiking" if you ask your friend to get you a water and they hand you a glass, tell you to skol it...and then it turns out to be vodka??? Unappreciated. 

A response to Mr Anonymous Pt. 2

Hey, look! I can be anonymous too!

Ok, everyone knows I'm a bit of a feminist. The shit thing about labelling yourself as a 'feminist' is that there is so much stigma attached to the word; if you're a feminist then you must be a man-hater or a dyke. But I love men! I couldn't live without them! Hence man-hater or dyke is completely contradictory to who I am. In saying that, I can love something but also recognise there are things about it that are completely fucked up...and I accept them anyway because I'm nice like that :p

Here's the thing, any woman is a feminist who believes herself to deserve the same respect and benefits as a man. That's what feminism is all about, the idea that we should all be treated equally regardless of gender. Just because we get our backs up about not getting the same respect, we are suddenly deemed 'man-haters' when in fact, it's not about us hating men and trying to be more superior than them, it's about us as human beings demanding the same rights as another human being. For example, if you are doing the same job as another colleague in your field, you would expect to be paid the same hourly rate, correct? Now let's just say that other colleague was getting paid more than you to do the same job, would you not kick up a fuss too, no matter if they were a man or a woman? I know I would! And this is what women are saying - we just want equal recognition and opportunities.

So when Mr Anonymous comes along and states that "true equality will not, should not and can-not happen", you can imagine my reaction. He says that women and men are not physically created the same therefore how can we be treated the same. He also says we do not have the testosterone, ego, pride or territoralistic nature that is required to be at the top of our game. That seems like a fair argument.

First, it is true we are not physically equal. Most men are bigger and stronger than the average woman. Men also have larger brains. However, they use less of it than the female. Funny that. It's also true that guys work well in jobs which require more physical strength. For example, you don't see a lot of girls working in hard labour positions because many girls do not have the physical capabilities required for such jobs. However, physical inequality between the genders does not mean that a woman who applies for such a position should be considered less of a worthy candidate than a man if she demonstrates that she has the skills required. In other words, if there is a woman out there who does have the physical abilities to do what the job requires, she should be given the same consideration as any other male candidate. In this way, it comes down to choosing someone who is right for the job based on whether they fulfil the criteria required and NOT because of their gender. So in response to Mr Anonymous' claim that women should not fight on the frontline because they are physically inept - I say if a woman shows the ability that is required for the position and she passes all the physical tests required of a job which is based on physicality, then let her fight!! There may not be very many women out there who have the inclination to do so, but on the off chance that they do, then they should have the opportunity. Most importantly they should have the opportunity without having to deal with taunting, harrassment or degradation from men around her.

Second, it is true that women do not have testosterone. Mr Anonymous claims that women do not have the balls, so to speak, to climb the corporate ladder and that these are needed, along with ego and a sense of territorialism if we want to acheive the same results as a man. Well you know what, you're right Mr Anonymous. A lot of us women do not have those things. AND THANK FUCK. Testosterone-fuelled ego is in large part to blame for the sorry state of the world at the moment! Everywhere you turn there are men on power trips, pushing others down to get to the top and starting wars for no good reason except that they do not have the intellectual ability to solve a problem without bombing someone. It's fucking pathetic. If ego and territorialism is required to get to the top of the corporate ladder then I say men can keep their positions! It is true that the corporate world has been created and dominated by men, but just because something has been that way since we can remember, doesn't mean that it shouldn't be changed! Throughout history, there have been systems that were accepted as normal but were actually degrading to certain cultures or social classes - but in time, they were changed. Just because we are used to men dominating everything, doesn't mean it's right and we should just accept it. Especially when people are being disadvantaged by that system.

Men need to stop flattering themselves. We aren't trying to be like you. We are simply demanding the respect that you guys take for granted. Men walk around every day thinking it is normal for them to be able to command more attention or receive more understanding from the people around them. What they don't realise is that it's NOT normal for them to have an advantage or preference over anyone. It's NOT normal for a man to take his car into a mechanic and for his questions to be treated more seriously than if he was a female. It's NOT normal for a man to be promoted instead of a woman just because he is a man.

So yes, the one thing I can agree on is that men and women are physically different. But so is each and every one of us. No human on the earth is the same as another. We need to stop being so simplistic as to categorise ourselves into MALE or FEMALE because we are much more complex than a tick in the M or F box. The more we seperate ourselves in any form, be it by gender, race or class, the more we invite discrimination and inequality into our lives.

I still love you boys. And one day soon I'll ask you to change a lightbulb for me. Just know that I'm fully capable of doing it myself, I'm just lazy.

:)

Read Mr Anonymous' original post here

A response to Mr Anonymous.

I love reading random people’s blogs. It brings me joy. Anyway, today I read one of my new follower’s posts entitled “Are ‘hot’ people overrated?”. It starts off with an interesting little piece of research which finds that the hearts of men become damaged (literally) whenever they come into contact with a hot chick, especially one “who he believes is out of his league”. That’s right, some chemical in the male body decides to get all brutal in the presence of anyone supremely bone-able. Kinda sucks for you guys, doesn’t it? This leads the writer to discuss the difference between getting lucky and getting laid, saying that guys can “get lucky” by going for a chick who is out of their league, and succeed, OR they can be realists and go for what they know they can get, i.e. the average chick, and therefore “get laid”. Apparently, going for the uglier chick means the guy is less delusional which hey, that may be the truth. You can’t hate on a guy for knowing his position in the world, and what he can achieve with what he’s got. So if he doesn’t feel like he’s in the same league as a chick, he won’t go for it. That’s smart, that’s being realistic. But…from my perspective, why not be a risk taker? Fair enough, a guy can know his limits but why not push them? Is it because he doesn’t feel he deserves better? Who is to say anyone is out of your league? I can’t say I’m the hottest girl in the world and I know realistically I ain’t gonna be bringing home that really hot dude from Supernatural anytime soon. However, if I’m attracted to someone, I’m not going to hit on his less hot brother just because I think I will have more success. Oh heeeellll no. I always give it a go! Even if I get rejected (and yeah, I probably will), and even if my heart suffers a little chemical damage, at least I gave it a shot. Because who knows! Everyone should believe that they are worthy of anything they desire, as fucking cheesy as that sounds. Sure, rejection may be the most probable result in some cases but I say, fuck it! Better to climb to the highest branch and fall than to stand at the bottom of the tree like a pussy and never see the view!


P.S. I don’t do ugly dudes.

P.P.S. To read the original post click here.

The Ballad of the Sad Cafe.

Isn't it funny how shit works out. Boy likes girl. Girl likes another boy. That boy likes another girl. And that girl couldn't give a fuck. Then the first boy gets over first girl, starts liking second girl who likes someone else...ok, now i'm just freakin confused. All I know is, there's a whole bunch of people liking each other - but it's all one-way! There's nothing mutual. When boy likes girl, and girl likes boy back, then we got something mutual. But most of the time we find ourselves crushing on some dude or some chick who either isn't attracted to us/sees us as a friend OR has no idea that we even exist!! Why am I even writing about this? Because I talk shit, this is what I do. Oh, and because it just occurred to me that there is a lot of love in this world...but a whole lot of it is unrequited. The word "unrequited" just makes me think of Shakespearian times, and the kind of love that makes tragedy poetic. But what is so poetic about love that is never reciprocated? Isn't that just sad?


"A mighty pain to love it is,
And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain."


Oh lord, it's just depressing. At the moment I find myself in the position of admirer and admiree. And it's very strange when I think about the situation...to think that I can feel something for someone I barely know - while conversely being the object of someone else's affection who barely knows ME! I think it's all very strange. 


Anyway, it reminds me of a little book I read in school called "The Ballad of the Sad Cafe" by Carson McCullers. Obviously it's about unrequited love. And there's a hunchback character...I came across this youtube video which is a live reading of the book AND IT'S FREAKING HILARIOUS. This guy even does different voices for all the characters! As weird and laughable as this reading is, I couldn't bring myself to press the stop button HAHAHAHA watch it!!!! On a serious note, the book is really good :p

The reason why i'm in love with my laptop...

Currently my wallpaper...Hey Cudi, let's eat pancakes together. You can have extra fudge sauce ok.

EYE LOVE IT teehehehe

I'm trying out these new green contacts!! Freaky huh!! I wanna get some prescription ones...HELLS YEAH.

HOUSE PARTY @ Envy May 15th!!

Check out this promo DJ Demize made for the next ENVY event, coming next month!!! I'm already trying to find an outfit - THIS SHIT IS GONNA BE CRAZY!!!!!

Hot Shit Flashback.

Oh Pharrell...

FB DETOX: DAY 3 UPDATE

Ok, so I'm happy to report that my Facebook withdrawals are not as debilitating as I imagined them to be. Yes, this is Day 3 post-deactivation and I have not once attempted to log back on, even for just a quick sneak peek. I must admit I have thought a million times about potential status updates but I put that down to my mind's routine, and I'm training myself out of it now. It IS kinda strange not knowing what's going on in everyone's lives, but at the same time, I don't feel like I'm missing out on anything. Mainly because I realised that if there is something that I really need to know, I will get a phone call about it or see it on the news HAHA. If anything, one negative effect of not having Facebook is that I predict my phone bill is going to be higher because I've been making extra phone calls in the last few days. As for my productivity levels, I seem to be just as lazy as always...I just distract myself with other things, e.g. the whole first season of Big Bang Theory (which is bloody awesome by the way).

Update you in a week!!

Eva xx

ENVY RETURNS MAY 15TH!

Pictures to come from Envy Ladies Night...but for now, get inspired by some early 90s ish because the next Envy theme is HOUSE PARTY!! Pajama Jam bitches!!

Thought for today.

People need to just fuck off. And if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

HAPPY EASTER BUNNIES!

It's Good Friday!! So let this be a time to celebrate overpriced bags of chocolate mini eggs, skanky club hos dressed in Playboy Bunny outfits and most importantly the beginning of a long drunken weekend!! Ok all jokes aside, no matter what your religion (or lack of), I think we should all make this time an opportunity to appreciate the fact we are alive, healthy, loved, and have a beautiful world to live in. The meaning of Easter may not mean much to some people, especially if it's not a holiday you usually celebrate, but I think we can all appreciate one general concept...and that's LOVE. So even if you don't get the whole "Jesus died for us so we could live" stuff, why not just make this a time to celebrate that one little thing that binds us all. Then put out the thank-you vibes for this life that we take pretty much for granted. Oh, and one more thing. Go hug a tree. They need love too :)

Eva xx

The first step...

Hi. My name is Eva. And I am addicted to Facebook. 


There, I said it. Of all the drugs I have tried in my life, Facebook is the only one that has me truly hooked. I check it when I wake up; I check it while I'm waiting at the bus stop; I check it before I go to sleep. I confess to spending hours browsing through profiles - some friends, some strangers - for no other reason than I'm nosy. Every photo that I, or someone else, takes is a potential new display picture; every funny comment, a potential status update...That awesome choc chip muffin I just ate was just SO DAMN GOOD that I had to share it with the world!! Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with this picture?!! For every time that I think about logging on, there is a semi-conscious part of me thinking that I have a huge problem. This isn't normal. This thing is taking over my life. Not only is it consuming my every thought (turning the most banal activities into supposedly high-interest 460-characters-or-less newsflashes), it is affecting my sleeping patterns, affecting my study motivation and making me a lazy friend. Yes, the vortex that is Facebook sucks me in so that I fend off sleep until the wee hours of the morning, and for what? So I can make a few funny comments on someone's page or chat to a person I barely know about bullshit because I'm bored and have nothing else better to do? Oh wait Eva, you do have something better to do - it's called SLEEP! And perhaps if you try doing that before 1am, you might not actually feel like an extra from Zombieland when you wake up for work the next day! As for the negative effects of Facebook on my study, well you can just ask one of the 1,028,768 members of the "I was doing my homework, then I ended up on Facebook" page. 


The other fucked up result of being addicted to Facebook is, as i mentioned, being a lazy friend. It's similar to what the SMS has done to personal communication - allowed us to skimp on face-to-face contact and stopped us from making a phone call simply because it might be the quicker or easier option. Or maybe it's just because we are chicken shit and don't have the balls to open our mouths to say what we want to say knowing we will have to deal with an immediate or possibly confronting reaction. Facebook allows us to keep in touch with "friends" without really having to make any effort. It's especially effortless for someone like me who can touch-type at the speed of light...I can write HIHOWAREYOUHOPETOSEEYOUSOON in approximately 3 seconds, seemingly caring, but really I can't be fucked or apparently don't have the time to offer you a real conversation. That is just sad. And i don't like myself, or anyone else, for it. That is why Facebook has created such a mental disturbance for me. Facebook has turned me into a selfish, unmotivated sloth with under-eye bags the size of Trinidad & Tobago. So, in light of this fact, I have decided to conduct a personal experiment. I hypothesise that by deactivating Facebook for two weeks, I will, in that short time:


- feel healthier and gain more energy from sleeping more and not spending hours sitting on the couch


- get more study done because I won't be distracted by checking notifications and reading statuses proclaiming what people had for dinner or their inspirational quote for the day which was most likely stolen off some "Inspirational Quote of the Day" website


- become a better friend to those I do consider real friends, and pay less attention to people who do not matter


- and, most significantly, regain control of MY MIND, by eliminating unneccessary thoughts about Facebook, it's members, and anything else that may be vaguely related.


This is a serious experiment!! And I know, it's only for two weeks, but like I said, it's an experiment and all I'm interested in is seeing what happens in the two weeks after I click "DEACTIVATE". If anyone would like to join me in this endeavour, I say FUCK YEAH! I'm not trying to boycott Facebook, just taking control of what, for me, is an annoying addiction. When I begin this trial, you'll all know about it. Until then, my soon-to-be deactivated friends...


Eva xx

Love.

Watching Oz SYTYCD the other night, I almost jizzed in my pants watching Ivy & Phillipe do their thing on the piano...it was pure sex. It reminded me of my fave SYTYCD moment of all time (from the American version) - the hip hop dance by Sabra and Dominic to "Make it Work" by Neyo, choreography by Shane Sparks. Watching this kinda thing makes me wanna have a boyfriend. But not just any boy...a cute one that can dance. haha *sigh* Anyway check out the clip and prepare to get wet.