Everything I Know...

Back from the dead...

2008-06-18T17:10:00.002+10:00

Wow, I had forgotten about this little blog o'mine until I checked a really unused email account. Re-reading my old posts made me smile. The man I spoke of in the last few posts has asked me to marry him and of course I'm going to. Planning a wedding has been loads of fun and not half as stressful as everyone makes it out to be. The next big thing on the list, (before or after wedding - doesn't matter) is to get a baby in my belly. We're trying really hard! But fingers crossed it will happen soon. Well, perhaps I'll be posting more often now! I wonder if anyone will read it...

Why?

2007-01-03T15:03:00.000+11:00

Why is it that the TV guide says Judge Judy and all I get is a "Gunnar Peterson's Core Secrets" advertorial?

Why is it that the size of clothes I buy fluctuate from extra small to large and back again with every different thing I try on?

Why is it that the Advil is not getting rid of my headache?

Why is it that the thought of moving again after only 6 months LITERALLY makes me feel sick?

Why is it that the travel agent is closed when I need to organise my visas TODAY at the LATEST?

Why is it I have so much to do before I go, but have zero motivation to get off my ass to do it?

Why is it I go away for the festive period leaving my house mate's boyfriend staying here and come back to dishes on the sink and my first cockroach sighting in this place?

Why do I feel disappointed when I don't have the right to because you've done all you can and helped me in every way possible?

I'm Happy!

2006-12-13T15:04:00.000+11:00

It's a weird situation I'm in.. I can't remember the last time I was this happy. I catch myself smiling to myself about weird little things I see and small memories of the day, week, month before.

I love him and am in love with him, but this is not the only reason I smile. I smile because it seems that no matter how bad life can be, there will always be these moments of pure blissful contentment.

I could easily buy a house, marry him and have his children. Just as easily I could buy a ticket to a far off country and take 6 months off work. And just as easily again, I could just BE, like this, the way I am.

I know this happiness caper is a fickle thing, so I'm holding on to it with both hands, leg wrapped around it.

Addicted

2006-09-26T17:25:00.000+10:00

Have you ever orgasmed in your sleep?

I know guys have wet dreams - do girls do it too?

In the past it has happened sporadically, once every few months. At the moment, it's a nightly occurence. Intense orgasms rip through my body and wake me up panting.

Funny, seems as though the more sex I have, the more it happens. I guess I'm a little greedy, but am in no way prepared to have it stop. I've become an orgasm-addict.

"My name is A and I'm addicted to orgasms"

It's about time!

2006-09-26T17:12:00.000+10:00

You know what I love? Cordless phones. I've just been on the phone to my bank, phone company, internet provider and airline organising an overseas trip that I'm taking next week and conducting business in bed. Naked. Love cordless phones.

Hmmm, so what is going on in my world? I'm in love again. I'm quitting my job soon. I'm organising a one year travel-a-thon which will hopefully get the travel bug out of my system so I can get back to Australia and become an adult. I'm in love again - oops already said that. I'm generally loving life!

It helps when I'll be in Europe this time in 2 days. Oh, the life.

How can I make this more interesting to you three readers (that's how many regular check-backers I have according to my stat monitor thing)? Post pictures of my boobs and ass? Reveal my true identity? Throw in a bit of sauce and write about my recent sexual escapades? These things and many more can be done. I just need to find the time...

I don't know why...

2006-09-19T16:09:00.000+10:00

... but this has made me laugh more than anything I've seen in the last, like, month..

2006-09-02T22:30:00.000+10:00

hmmmm, home alone and on a sat night...

according to blogthings... i am 48% gross, 32% a lady, I should spend my summer at the beach (duh), I belong in 1972, my personality is like acid (the drug), I am Guinness, my german name is Stella Catharina, my element is air, I'm 4% shy, my eye's should be violet, i am a Bostom creme donut...

I like who I am at the moment...

2006-08-27T15:21:00.000+10:00

I love to read and when I find a book that I like, I'll read and re-read it five or ten times. My favorite feeling in the world is soap suds running down my body as I rinse them off. I often soap up three or four times in one shower. I collect quotes that I like from movies and song lyrics. I LOVE to crunch Autumn leaves under my shoes. I had mini-affair on the internet with a friend's brother. I hate it when a person can't budget. I've always been great with money, and can't understand people who can't manage it. My favorite movie at the moment is Garden State. I'm a messy, messy person, but I'm very clean. I'm the messy, but hygienic one, while my best friend is really dirty, but kind of neat. Like a warped Odd-Couple. I don't have any hang-ups about my body. In fact, I really like my body. I'm tall and slim with perky boobs which unfortunately are shrinking due to loss of weight) and a cute butt (so I've been told). I want to get married, but I tell people that I don't. I enjoy helping people that want to help themselves, and in my field of work they're few and far between. It makes me bitter when all they do is hold out their hands, but bitch when you want them to do something for the money you give them. "You want me to what? Fill out a form? Bitch, all you wanna do is make trouble. I have 4 kids, I have to pay rent and I have no food for my kids." Erm, then fill out the fucking form and I'll give you some money. I'd happily eat take away every night so that I don't have to clean up. I was described as 'quirky' in my college year book. I am in no way quirky, I mean I have quirks, but does that make me quirky?

All this and I'm still not sure where that leaves me...

I don't mean to alarm anyone, but...

2006-08-23T20:22:00.000+10:00

... my vibrator went missing when I moved.

UPDATE Sunday 2:45pm
I found it. I'm a fairly disorganised person and so that I don't lose important documents and the like, I have a bag in my closet that I shove anything that is important or may be importnant sometime down the track into.

That's where it was. Amongst the 'important documents'. Does this give you insight into what I consider to be a high priority? Tax returns, birth certificates, passport, vibrator, work contracts...

Beer and doubt...

2006-08-19T19:48:00.000+10:00

mix perfectly well together...

Ok, life is going well right now. Too well, I feel like there must be a drama lurking around the corner to topple me off my perfectly constructed world.

I'm not really sure what to write here, I'm waiting to head over to the new man's house and I'm a little tipsy.

How about some thing you don't know about me? Huh? You'd like that? Ok, here:

1.I'm HIL-AR-IOUS. No really, I crack myself up ALL the time. All the time.
2.I love love love bubble baths.
3.I'm totally loving The Veronicas at the mo, which is quite a confession considering I'm not 12 years old.
4.I smell good right now.
5.I've recently discovered my independant side have discovered I don't need a man to hold my hand, nuh-uh. So I walk alone. At night. In the dark. (hmm, need to reconsider that one - doesn't really sound so smart now I think about it.)
6.I sing along to my iPod when I'm walking to and from work everyday and I don't care who thinks I'm a crazy woman.
7.I can never have glossy enough lips.
8.I take way too many photos.
9.I'm losing way too much weight and I can't help it. I'm really not doing anything different, it's just melting off. I have chicken wings for arms at the moment and all of my bras are getting too big.
10.I used a guy for a drink last night. What?! He was a schmuck! I allow guys who are scmucks to be used. Normally I would NOT do this, but he was seriously flashing his cash around. After he bought me the drink he started weaving his way through the crowd, motioning me to follow him. I nodded and ahead he went... and I went the opposite direction. Schmuck. I saw him later and he was very much giving me dirty looks..

Ok, I've put it off long enough.. I'm out.

The quick run down of the past month

2006-08-10T22:56:00.000+10:00

Boy breaks up with girl. Girl is devastated. Girl moves herself into a new apartment. Girl cries herself to sleep for a week. Then all of a sudden Girl feels better - liberated. Two more weeks pass and Girl is feeling better than ever. Single for the first time since the age of 16, she is keen to meet many boys and kiss them all. Then out of nowhere Girl meets Man. Man is oh-so-sexy and super intelligent and best of all thinks Girl is a goddess. Girl pretty much freaks out about feeling something for someone so soon, but is soon convinced by Man that it's a pretty damn good idea. Girl and Man seem to make sense.

Girl is happy happy happy!!

It's been a while, huh?

2006-08-10T22:51:00.000+10:00

Things I miss:

Bananas*

The big TV

My own bathroom

I’m learning to:

Laugh again

Flirt more

Be independent

I’m afraid of:

Breaking his heart (even though he broke mine first)

The future

Failing

I’d love to:

Be free of guilt

Win the lottery

Be much, much fitter

I’m planning to:

Start jogging a few times a week

Eat more nutritious meals (chicken nuggets, spring rolls and pizza pockets aren’t cutting it)

Book my plane ticket next week

My friends:

Think I’m doing all right considering the situation

Want me to hook up with heaps of guys

Have totally come thorough for me

Right now:

I love my life

I'm happier now than I was 2 months ago

It feels really good to smile!

*12 bucks a kilo!!

Vibe'n all wrong...

2006-07-08T22:47:00.000+10:00

The past few weeks have been an absolute nightmare. Work has been hectic, drama is occurring left, right and centre in my family and my boy and I are barely talking.

I'm not going to talk about work - that would be boring - but I'll just say this: I can't wait to retire.

Dramas in family - will have to post about that some other time.

My boy and I? Well, let's just say there is a weird vibe going on. I feel like I've done something wrong ALL the time. He's barely speaking to me in more than one word sentences and when I try to hug or kiss him he brushes me off. I went a whole day without saying I Love You to him, just to see if he'd say it first...nope. I know that I deserve to be treated better, or at least be told what is going on. The way I see it, he's fixing to break up with me. It's so weird. At the moment our sex life is non-existent and he blames me for that. He thinks that I never want to have sex, even though 9 times out of ten I'M the one who initiates it. He's so aloof and uncaring that I feel like I need some time away to think about what is going on and whether there's a way to feel better. I'm at my parent's place this weekend, so that will give both of us breathing space. I guess we'll just have to wait an see.

I'm exhausted mentally and physically and I hate whinging about this crap, but I'm not the sort of girl who spills her guts to friends about how unhappy she is. Relationship problems should be private and personal, and I guess this is the only way I can get it all out there.

Anyway, there are a lot of bigger things happening in the World..

Peace in the Middle East, Good Night!

Tonight...

2006-06-24T20:02:00.000+10:00

Just another quicky...

1. I'm sitting here drinking rum and coke (NOT my preferred bevvy - no beer in the fridge), waiting for my peeps (??did I just say that?) to come so we can head into the city.

2. I got a promotion at work last week. It means that I get to do better, more interesting work, but no extra money. I'm not complaining though, it'll mean the week won't drag by soooo slowly,

3. Few probs in paradise at the moment - but that would need an entire post.

4. Sick of winter. However - I don't mind the cold when there's snow and there's never any snow here. Good news is we're heading to Canada in January to go snowboarding. Yessss!! But it means I won't get to enjoy summer as much this year and you know how I love my summers.

5. I'm obsessed with chunky rings at the moment. The chunkier the better I reckon.

6. Another obession is finding the perfect boot. I've been searching for weeks and cannot for the life of me find a boot that has a heel, a bit of a pointy toe, goes three-quarters of a way up my calf and doesn't make my size 8 foot look like a size 11. I'm going crazy here.

7. My iron levels are back to normal - yay!

8. The original Superman is the Shizz. Like when that kid is bowling and Clark sneezes and ssmashes the pins to smithereens. So cool!

Ok, signing off now....like anyone cares....

The differential on my life...

2006-06-07T20:49:00.000+10:00

In the vein of House... (whom I would gladly screw)

25 year old caucasian woman, low energy, low motiviation, no work ethics and distict lack of career aspirations. Propensity to travel to get away from the mundanity of life.

Possible causes: laziness, stupidity, fear of the unknown, location, money-hungryness, a certain attachment to one man in particular...

Possible cures: ???

Crisis Averted

2006-06-07T20:38:00.000+10:00

Ok, it has been a few tense days, however life is more or less back to normal... yay.

I'm home alone tonight which is heavenly. I've already had a bubble bath and have given myself a manicure, now I'm going to sit back and watch House with a box of Ferrero Rochers. It has been a bloody long week and it's only Wednesday. Luckily we have a long weekend coming up, which to me is like the carrot you dangle in front of the donkey. It's a small carrot, but I have a humongous one in the next 6 months which is what really gets me out of bed every morning.

I've shopping like an absolute demon for the last week and haven't paid full price for anything yet! The best thing is, I would have bought the clothes whether they were on sale or not, so a saving is just a bonus. Ok, that sounded really dumb. *cough*

Alrighty then...

2006-06-04T11:20:00.000+10:00

I am so furious. I am so fucking furious.

And now he's left without saying 'goodbye' or 'I love you' and all I'm going to think about today is one of us having a horrible car accident and dying without saying these things.

I've said sorry but he hasn't and he acts like he has nothing to apologise for.

It's my fault that he thinks this. I allow him to do things without apologies and without regret. But not me. Nope, I have to say I'm sorry a million times, but he still shrugs this off like it means nothing.

Arrrggghh! I'm so mad!

Exercise is a dirty word. Every time I hear it, I wash my mouth out with chocolate

2006-05-30T20:45:00.000+10:00

Ok, this deserves an entire post on its own...

I am FED UP with diet and exercise talk. I went to lunch with a bunch of girl friends who spent the entire meal gabbing on about how many kilos they've lost and the number of classes a the gym they attend. I was just about to take a huge bite out of my burger 'with the lot' when they all look at me and I realise they're waiting for me to tell them how I keep the weight off. Putting my burger down and wiping the mustard off my chin, I shrugged, then reached across the table to snag a handful of my friends fries. "I just don't think about it." Looks were exchanged between the other girls and I knew exactly what they were thinking. But why should I feel bad?? Huh?

Now, considering I do NO exercise and eat whatever I like, I am pretty lucky. I'm tall and slim and have never been overweight. Do I feel sorry for the people who have to exercise and diet all the time? Yep. Does it compel me to do the same? Nope. Does it make me want to just be fat and struggle with my weight just so the others stop saying "it's ok for you - you're skinny"? Yeah, sometimes...

But, I'm LAY-ZEE. Trust me when I say that I was given good genes because whoever invented me knew I'd be too lazy for the upkeep on a body that needed work. And I don't have a perfect body. I need to tone my arms and I'd love to get a bit more strength in my upper body, but I don't obsess. Life is too short to be sweaty.

I am in no way in love with myself (although re-reading this post, it sounds like it), but I am in love with my body as all women should be. And as Ellen DeGeneres said "I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon."

Mmmmm, cinnamon buns...

It's been a while...

2006-05-30T20:24:00.000+10:00

Let's do point form:

Have been ultra busy at work lately - going for a few promotions so have to suck up, not take any sickies and make sure my work is perfect. It won't mean any more money, but it will break up the severe monotony of my day.

My Nanna died.

We went to a sushi train in the city for dinner tonight. There was an annoying girl there speaking at the top of her lungs "teaching" her friends how to eat sushi. It was incredibly patronising to both the guy serving them and her friends. I hate people like that.

We ARE going o/s, but I'm leaving it up to fate as to when we go. I've applied for time off work, but if I don't have my leave granted for that time, we'll go 6 months later. Either way has pros and cons: ie winter = snowboarding and summer = beach.

I bought a $300 hair straightener. Idiot.

I've just about had it with our room mate, who coincidentally is my best friend. It's getting so hard to live with her. If it's not her being dirty and leaving crap around, it's her boyfriend who is over ALL THE TIME. She's given him his own key and he eats, sleeps, showers and studies here. Our place is way too small for 4 people. For more information see this post.

I have a huge crush on the lead singer of The Killers. I had a romantic dream about him the other night. It was very nice.

Good night!

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

2006-05-10T20:23:00.000+10:00

There's a scene in Garden State where Zach Braff's character "Large" is sitting on a sofa at a party, with a smile half-plastered on his face, almost like he's not sure how he feels and is trying to look how he's expected to given the situation. His eyes are sad and his mouth forces a smile.

I feel like this sometimes.

On the road again...

2006-05-10T20:15:00.000+10:00

When I agreed to come on this road trip with my parents to see my terminally ill grandmother, I don’t think I knew exactly what I was in for. We’re on the return trip now and after 10 hours of talk-back radio and 3 wee stops an hour, I’ll be more than ready to get out of this car. I’m attempting to drown out the radio by cranking my iPod really loud, but all that does is distort the music through my cheap service station replacement earphones because I was stupid enough to leave my good ones at home. Every half an hour or so my mother says, “Little A, do you remember stopping there for a wee last time? Remember?” It’s like ‘Around the world in 80 wees’ and we still have at least 9 hours to go.

It’s not all been bad. I did get to say my goodbyes to my Nanna who they don’t think will last for more than a week or two. It’s so sad, but she has told us she is ready to go. Her body is too strong just yet and she’s endured weeks and weeks of palliative care, which isn’t so bad in itself, but everyone, including her, knows that it’s just a means to an end. I think the next time I make the trip back, it will be for her funeral and I’ll be relieved because she’s in so much discomfort.

I’ve been pleasantly surprised about Victoria, as I am each time I visit. It’s a very pretty state, which has an Olde Timey feel about it that I’m not used to on the coast of NSW. The tree-lined streets bare a filtered light that make me think of a thousand movies that I have seen. Every time I return I feel like I'm stepping back in time, the victorian style houses that are covered in creeping vines, the fountains and stone statues and my Grandpa. He's a grumpy old man that is so visibly hurting that my Nanna is dying, but tries to cover it by busying himself with zipping about after everyone.

We'll be pulling up to McDonald's soon, so I'll upload this then. In the meantime, think happy thoughts for my Nanna - she's a lovely lady.

Nothing cures insomnia like the realization that it's time to get up

2006-05-02T08:04:00.000+10:00

I've been sleeping really badly lately. The go-to-bed-and-just-lie-there-for-hours type of badly. The most frustrating thing about it is I'm dog-tired and ALL I want to do is sleep. So I took today off work with a "headache" and am spending the day in bed.

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I had one of my best friends from uni come to visit on the weekend. As we lay on the beach, taking in the sun, he turned to the group and said: "We have a pretty good life, well, it could be worse anyway..."

Hell yeah it could be worse! I have to keep reminding myself and reminding myself that I'm pretty damn lucky to have clothes, money, a home, a loving family yadda yadda.

So why do I feel like something is missing?

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I feel like my blog is very uninteresting and it isn't what I envisioned when I created it. It's become more of a whinging forum for me. And I vow to change it. I like that people read what I have to say and I think that I owe it to my readers (the one or two of them) to become a bit more interesting... so watch this space...

OKay, I've had a few...

2006-04-23T22:54:00.000+10:00

It seems as though a pattern of drunk blogging is emerging amongst the people I read... Funky Brown Chick (not drunk blogging as such, more ABOUT drunk blogging), and Revolving Girl (very Drunk blogging)... so I thought I would grace the internet with my drunk presence... (by the way, i don't remember how to link)

I've had six schooners of VB. In three hours, which is about 5 standard drinks too many for a girl like me... I'm a light weight, a cadbury (glass and a half) and I get too drun too quickly. I was goign to go out with the crew, but I know that i have to get up very early for work tomorrow... but tuesday is a PUBlic holiday - anzac day so another day off. I have always thought it ironic that public hopliday has the word PUB so conspicuously within it.

Did you know... at a bar at the start of the night, if I go to the bathroom I'll use about 5 paper towels becuase I know that by the end of the night there will be none left... and I want to get my share.

Lately I've been so bloody horny that I can't stand it. Why is that?... I've spent a year avoiding sex as much as I can, trying to get past certain things that have happened to me in the past so I'm totally not used ot it, but all i want to do lately is have sex. I dream about sex and think about it ALL the time. Some of my fantasies would make your toes curl, I swear there is something so wrong with me.

Should I finish now? Oh yes, definately...

(NO SPELL CHECK WAS USED IN THIS PRCESS)

Looong weekend!

2006-04-14T11:39:00.000+10:00

Last night was a lot of fun. We had a few drinks at our local pub and I managed to not get too drunk. Just a nice little buzz the whole night. One of my friend's friends told me that I was beautiful and asked me if I had a boyfriend. He was a real sweety and kind of cute too. It's nice to be hit on, not many guys hit on me anymore because they know I have a boyfriend. This guy didn't know because I'd only met him a couple of times. It's flattering to be called hot, but even more so if they call you beautiful.

So, anyway, I'll be heading down the coast to see the family and hand out the sweet little easter pressies I've put together and to collect on all of the Cadbury eggs that I can carry. Cadbury is generally the only brand of chocolate egg that we eat at easter and lesser brands have been known to last a whole year in my parent's fridge.

Have an awesome long weekend everyone!

I wonder, do all countries take off Friday and Monday for easter, or is it just Australia?

The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want.

2006-04-06T12:04:00.000+10:00

I'm writing this in my darkened bedroom, in bed under the covers with 6 pillows propping me up. I'm hungover for the second time in less than a week. This has got.to.stop,

I go through these stages where I get myself obilterated drinking beer and dancing like a fool, and it often involves blacking out an hour into the evening. I obtain all of my memories the following day from my boyfriend and house mate, who take evil pleasure in reminding me how I grazed my shoulder falling down some stairs, or ate an entire large turkish pide on my own.

I don't like myself today.

I never like myself after going on these stupid benders. I try to explain to my boyfriend how I don't like getting so drunk, but once I start, it's hard for me to stop. I was thinking yesterday, about how I might be an alcoholic. That thought is now gone. If I ever see or smell another beer again it will be too soon. Alcoholics don't think this way, right?

And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room...

2006-04-04T10:26:00.000+10:00

I've just woken up from a dream where I got into medical school and it was really easy!

I'm completely obsessed with Augie March at the moment. If I ever get married "One Crowded Hour" will be my first wedding waltz or whatever.

I've figured out that I can actually search for people on myspace. It's kind of weird and I feel a little dirty doing it. I mainly look up ex-boyfriends and people I used to go to uni with. Do I dare make my own profile?

I have a few weeks off work and have no plans as to what I'm going to do. I've cleaned our apartment from top to bottom and am thinking about selling some stuff on ebay, but I'm kind of liking staying in bed until 11 and then mooching around the house in my jammies. In fact, I'm loving it.

Diamonds are forever...

2006-04-03T11:13:00.000+10:00

I've been in the same room as Kanye West.

Well, the room happened to be the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall and there were also thousands of other people there too, but you know what I mean.

It was amazing. From the full string section to the bits of other songs he has written beats for, for artists like Ludacris and Jay-Z, plus music that has apparently inspired him (Take on Me by A-Ha for one).

His cockiness had the girls screaming and the guys cheering. "I don't know if you know this, but...ha...I'm a pretty big deal."

He let the clapping and cheering continue for as long as it continued between songs and at one stage the girl in front of my stood up on her seat and flashed her boobs at him. He didn't see and I think the girl was a little upset about that. She was hilarious - like a cartoon character. Before the show even started, she warned me that she would be standing for the entire show, and she started dancing like a stripper, complete with booty shakes and body rolls. We all stood for the most part, but she was on her ass by the end. Tuckered herself out.

Kanye is pretty fucking talented. It was an amazing show. I wish I'd taken my camera, so many people were actually filming the show, including the guy next to me, who about 15 mins in had the video camera confiscated. This same guy and his girlfriend/wife/daughter sat, sat throughout the whole show. I looked over a couple of times and not once did they smile or dance or clap. Weirdos.

Oh, and the mobile phone has officially replaced the cigarette lighter as the thing you wave above your head at concerts.

Best birthday ever.

What was I thinking?!?

2006-03-31T12:17:00.000+11:00

I'm about 1/4 way through a major clean-up of our bedroom and I've just finished my lingerie drawer. Now, I worked in a lingerie store for three years through uni and I've accumulated so many bras and panties and slips and lacy pieces of material masquerading as sleep wear. I'm chucking most of it away unworn.

The point of this post is to a) have you imagine me in my underwear and b) to question my choices in underwear in the past.

Firstly, I bought about 25 different lace camisoles in all shades of pink imaginable and never, ever had the need to wear them. Secondly, mini g-strings - why God, why?.

My man likes me in simple undies, white hipster knickers and a plain white tank top to match. It's comfy and sexy all at once.

Okay, I really have too much to do right now... I'm just putting it off by writing this crap.

Get a life...

2006-03-22T12:07:00.000+11:00

Reading this article, has made me face facts - I'm bored and in a rut and have been for some time.

It is something that only I can change, I know this. I just can't understand WHY I'm bored. I have great friends, my family is really fun, I'm head over heels with my man and I make pretty good money, my apartment rocks, I have lot's of things, and I'm not too fat or too thin...

... but I'm TIRED! So tired all the time. I've had test after test and nothing is wrong health wise. It's all in my head apparently.

...your life will improve considerably if the first question you ask yourself each morning is not 'what must I do today?' but 'what would I like to do today?'.

That's easy enough to say, but if you've gotta work you've gotta work. If I asked myself 'what would I like to do today?' I would stay in bed ALL DAY. Because that's all I want to do. That's all! Sleep!

My mum would say that I'm "stuck in the doldrums" and y'know? that explains how I feel quite well - doldrummy.

It is decidedly so...

2006-03-20T22:41:00.000+11:00

I'm an indecisive person. Anyone who knows me knows this. Especially my long-suffering boyfriend, who has stood waiting for me to decide on where we'll eat, what brand of shampoo and conditioner (straight or curly? I'm both!), which book to read, what colour shoes... you get the picture.

Even my mother, my own flesh and blood has commented on my indecisiveness. While shopping, she looked at me, When did you get so indecisive? You see, I used to have LISTS of presents I definitely wanted for my birthday and Christmas, however this year I have no clue. I mean, I have a few things I'd love to receive as a gift, but my problem is I don't want to 'lock it in'.

I've never been that hard to buy for! Never! And I've never been so uncertain about every day things. I dither my way through every day, hoping that I'm making the right decisions for myself.

I mean, if girl can't decide what she wants to eat, how can she choose her career? Or whether or not she should quit her job? Or pick a fucking dentist for christ's sake? Huh?

...breath...

So! I've invested in a device which will make my decisions for me. A magic 8 ball. Ta da! Magic! Every time I need to make a decsion - out comes Madge (I named it.. I have to be able to say "Madge decided to do that" if the decision turns out to be wrong.)

My only problem now is stopping myself from asking the same question over and over until I get the response I think I want.

Should I quit my job? Shake shake shake All signs point to no , Nope, shake shake shake. It looks doubtful Nope, Shake shake shake. It is decidedly so , Well alright!

Karma karma karma chameleon..

2006-03-15T19:14:00.000+11:00

Walking home today, I was following a little, homeless woman through the mall. She was walking incredibly slowly and I'm a fast walker so I was gaining on her quite rapidly. I'm just about to overtake her when she whips around to face me, then shrinks back asking in a trembling voice "Why are you following me, Miss?". I looked at her, surprised that she seemed afraid of me and told her soothingly "I'm not following you, I'm just walking." I overtake her, only glancing back once to see her look at me with a puzzled expression.

I admit, I must have looked a little intimidating, I'm 5'10" and was wearing 3" heels, plus was dressed in a black business suit with my hair pulled back and glasses on. She was 5" nothing and was dressed in rags, her hair in knots and a squinty look in her eye.

The encounter left me shaken. I help when I can, give when I can and feel bad when I can, but I've realised that this may not be enough.

A few months ago I was eating my lunch in the sun, when a man approached me asking for money. I felt annoyed and angry. I work so hard for my money and here is this loser with the nerve to want some of it. After I rudely told him no, he walked away with a small glance at my half eaten sandwich. "Wait!" I called out, "Do you want this?" offering the sandwich. He looked at me with such relief and gratitude that my heart swelled so much I thought it would burst. Now I look back, I think Fuck, it was only a half eaten sandwich, you think I'd bathed his blistered feet and given him a massage I felt so moral and high-and-mighty

Thinking about these two separate incidences makes me want to do more - much more. I finish work early tomorrow and will be signing up at the volunteer association for anything they want me to do. I need to be less of a taker and more of a giver.

I, I ,I, me, me, me...

2006-03-14T08:23:00.000+11:00

I went to a wedding on Sunday and caught the bouquet...

I saw Brokeback Mountain and hated it...

I've rediscovered sushi and am in love once again...

I caught up with old friends and am sad at how much they've changed or how I've changed and it feels like we don't fit together anymore...

I have to go to work now and it is literally, literally the last thing I want to be doing...

Short post, looooong week

2006-03-10T18:31:00.000+11:00

Long, long, long, loooong week. But! I have a three day weekend!

Tonight will be a bit of a catch up with neglected friends and the usual with the same-old friends. At 24-nearly-25, you'd think I'd be over goon, but nope! I'll be drinking from a cask like a first year uni student.

Question: If your boss tells you look hot, can you still consider it sexual harrassment if you're flattered?

If you read Pink is the New Blog then you've probably already seen this...

2006-03-05T15:35:00.000+11:00

Click!

I think it's pretty cool...

Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy.

2006-03-05T15:21:00.000+11:00

Oh, where do I begin to tell you about the night I had last night? I woke this morning feeling like I had head butted a brick wall and licked the bottom of a garbage bin.

The highlight of my night was watching a chick vomit and then five minutes later seeing my friend's ex stand in it.

So, I've spent the majority of the day sunbaking on our balcony reading up for my trip to Europe...

...on a side note, did you know that in Bulgaria, you shake your head for yes and nod you head for no. Ha! Those crazy Bulgarians...

Anyhow, we're having a bbq tonight to welcome home my roommate who has been in Thailand. Hopefully it will be low key so I don't feel like I'm feeling now tomorrow at work.

On another side note, it's my birthday in less than a month and I'm at a loss for what I should do. It's my 25th so I'll want it to be great, and was thinking about having a cocktail party or a costume party, but these things require planning and I'm not great a planning things for myself. I'm really very good at planning parties for other people, but I feel stressed when I have to do one for me. Aye, aye aye.

A day wasted..

2006-03-01T19:02:00.000+11:00

I spent the majority of today wishing that I didn't work where I work. An entire day in a training room with a group of people whose main purpose in life it seems is to bitch about the job that we have to do. Seriously, if you hate the job that much then leave. Now I sound like a hypocrite, but you should hear these people. One of the ladies had an apparent love of the word "presume", however she says it "prezzz-uuume". Bah! It killed me each and every one of the 42 times she siad it! The guy I was sitting next to spent the first half of the day drawing lightening bolts, swords and aliens, and then the second half doing weird math problems in his notebook, A+5, 6+H etc etc...

So why do I still work there? Well they have a program where you can take up to a year of leave and still come back. So next year I'll go overseas for my little adventure and come back to a job without any worries. Oh! It's all too easy. I just have to get through the next 12-18 months in a job that I hate. But I WILL NOT complain the way my colleagues do (out loud - I'd rather vent on this blog :) Our job sucks, but we get paid way more than any other person in our type of job and the conditions are fantastic.

Work => $$$$ => Overseas Adventure => The only thing I want to do with my life right now!

Oooohh! I like that little flow chart. Means to an end baby, means to an end.

Ciao!

I have to get this down in writing...

2006-02-28T17:33:00.000+11:00

OK, here's the back story...
Back story #1
When I was traveling a few years ago, I left my boyfriend of 8 months home in Australia. We weren't going to breakup - we were still madly in love (still are for those of you playing at home), so we were keeping in touch via email and phone calls when we could manage it. During these emails/phone calls, he'd tell me what he was up to in the preceding days and who he'd been hanging out with. A couple of times, he mentioned hanging out with a younger girl who we had met through a friend of ours. She was nice and I had no troubles with them hanging out, even when my boyfriend told me that he suspected she had a bit of a crush on him. She ended up changing universities and we stopped seeing her around the place.

Back story #2
My desk at work it about 5 metres from another guys desk whose girlfriend works in the same company, but on the next floor down. She is constantly visiting him and they are ALL OVER each other ALL the time. I've actually spoken to him while she was standing there, so she knows who I am...

Fast forward to last weekend. We were at our local nightclub standing there when the young girl in back story #1 approached. She started talking to my boyfriend and then almost as an afterthought she said hello to me: "Oh! Hi... sorry, I forget your name!" I smiled at her through gritted teeth and turned to say hello to the two of her friends that were lurking around us. I recognised one of them as the girl in back story #2. "Oh!" I said, "I work with you!" She just looked at me and said, "Oh? I don't know who you are." She said it EXACTLY like that, like she was being a bitch on purpose. I just shrugged my shoulders and said "I see you making out with your boyfriend aaallll the time." Now, she got a little bit embarrassed at this and the three of them left. My boyfriend turned to me and laughed, I just shook my head.

Then today at work, I see the girl and smile at her. She looks at me, makes eye contact and keeps walking past, no glimmer of recognition.

Now, the reason I'm even bothering to let this bother me, and the only reason I'm telling this story, is the fact that I feel like something fishy is happening in the background. Like girl #1 has told girl #2 something about me or my boyfriend or something about us both or something about them both... maybe I'm just paranoid...

Ruff!

2006-02-20T13:40:00.000+11:00

Oh yes, I have had a few rough days.

It all started on Friday while I was on my morning tea break. I was feeling more than a little queasy, and popped a few Eclipse Breath Mints to quell the nausea so that I could go and present at a staff meeting. Now I was presenting with a group and halfway through I had to excuse myself and sit off to the side. This was ok, it wasn't my turn to present and I'd just stand back up when it was, right? Wrong. Just as I was preparing myself to stand up, I knew things weren't ok. So I booked it out of that meeting room and up the hall to the bathrooms, which might I add are security coded so you have to punch in a combination before you can get in. As fast as I was running was just as fast as I was realising that I didn't know the code, but, oh thank you god as I got there a girl was coming out. I didn't even get a chance to apologize to her for shoving her out of my way as I made it to the toilet and proceeded in throwing up each and every green Eclipse Mint that I had consumed that morning.

So I got to leave work early, after a trip to the doctor whose first question was "Are you pregnent?" "No, " and surprisingly whose second question was "Then why are you throwing up?" "Uuummmm, that's why I'm here...". Just love doctors who don't think it's their job to diagnose. So he had no clue and prescribed my anti nausea tablets and sent me home.

Fast forward through the weekend which was spent in a haze of headaches, nausea, drowsiness and hot and cold sweats. I did manage to get to the beach for a quick swim, hoping to clear my head, but all that I managed to do was get dumped by a humungous freak wave...badly. Didn't help my cause.

Today (Monday) I took off work just because I still feel like ass. So I took my nauseous, headachey self back to the doctor who prescribed me MORE painkillers and told me to stop taking my contraceptive pill. Apparently I'm not having a very good reaction. Apparently.

So I'm on two different types of medication that are also considered sedatives which means wheeeee! I'm totally out of it. So chances are this post doesn't make any sense.

My life has been fairly interesting of late which is part of the reason I haven't posted much at all.

Oh gee, I've got to lie down...

This is so cool

2006-02-07T19:51:00.000+11:00

Blue balls - not what you think...

Heard on my way home...

2006-02-06T18:13:00.000+11:00

Guy: Did you catch Prison Break last night?

Girl: No, I've never watched it. What's it about?

Guy: About guys breaking outta prison.

Girl: Oh. (pause) Is it like the OC?

Guy: Um, no.

On the move...

2006-01-30T20:44:00.000+11:00

FINALLY he's moving out. He being my housemate's boyfriend who moved in for the summer and has now found another place to live. I'm incredibly happy about the fact that I'll be able to walk around the apartment in my underwear again and it will be nice to be able to watch TV/cook dinner/read a book without having to witness them sucking each other's face off. My boyfriend and I will once again be King and Queen of our castle.

In honour of this momentous occasion, which I will from now on call "The day I got my apartment back" I have written a list of rules for couples who co-inhabit a 2-bedroom apartment.

If you are cooking pasta, only one of you needs to be in the kitchen. Seriously, boil water, put pasta in boiling water, heat sauce, serve. This is a one person job people. Sure, it's cute to cook as a couple, but when someone else (me) is trying to prepare another meal and there is little bench space it can get a wee bit annoying having to dodge the half-naked people who are pawing and stroking all over each other.
Anything from the belly button down is considered pubic hair so stroking this area for him while watching Futurama is definitely a no-go. On that note, stroking his chest hair in front of me is pretty fucking disgusting too.
Yeah, we have a ghetto download limit on our internet, so don't be downloading every episode of the Simpsons, especially when you're not paying for it.
Eat with your mouth CLOSED. Both of you.
When we offer your friends a beer and they drink the lot, you should probably be the one to replace the case. And when, on the rare occasion we drink some of your beers don't even dare whinge about it.
When you invite your friends over, don't just leave them in the living room trying to make awkward conversation with me so you can both go into the bedroom to fuck.
You're not as funny as your friends so stop trying.
I hate your music so don't play it so loud that I can hear it in my room with the door shut with my music on.
Wear deodorant.

Oooooh, zing! I could go on and on. I'm a bitter, bitter woman.

Thankful...

2006-01-29T22:46:00.000+11:00

Well, being an Aussie, I don't get to celebrate Thanksgiving. I have the worst holiday-envy about this.

Now, I know America celebrated Thanksgiving months ago and I know that it involves people detailing what they're thankful for that year. And I know that it involves turkey. A lot of turkey.

***On a side note, my first day in the States was in New York. My friend and I were starving so we go to a bagel store ("A whole store just for bagels?!") and order a bagel with turkey on it. In Australia, you order turkey and you get 1 slice, maybe 2. So the guy hands over my package containing the bagel and I almost drop it from the sheer weight. It had so much turkey on it. Like 12 slices! I was in turkey heaven... I had to take most of it off. Couldn't wrap my mouth around it. Oh, but it was goooood***

Aaaanyway... in honour of Thanksgiving and my holiday envy, I'd like to incorporate the same sorts of ideas into our favourite holiday (well, the only holiday we don't have to share with anyone else) - Australia Day. Here's a list of the things I am thankful for:

1. My pretty apartment with wireless internet. It's nice and new and clean. It is also great for entertaining, with a courtyard and BBQ.
2. My gorgeous boyfriend who makes me laugh a million times a day.
3. My brains - without which I would be most likely to be married to my high school boyfriend (he was older and oh so cool) with 5 children.
4. My mum and dad for putting up with my shit and not asking me to pay them back the $1000 for a course I started, but will most likely never complete.
5. My sister for being not as smart as me so that my dad introduces me as "the one who went to university" He says it like that - the whole word university. I'm so the favourite daughter.
6. My job. I have a job - so I've got to be thankful for that right? Right.
7. My pantry stocked with food. I've lived the life of a destitute uni student a few years ago and am very very very grateful for 3 square meals I get each day.
8. My Apple iBook. Nothing more to be said.
9. Shows like Grey's Anatomy and House. And One Tree Hill (let's keep that last one to ourselves shall we?)
10. Summer fruits - raspberries, grapes, nectarines, plums, peaches, watermelom. MMM-mmm.

And what is a blog post without a bit of Australian whinging...
1. My whinging, whining neighbours. Especially the one who posted, yes posted me a letter telling me that I'll "pay for my innaporpriate recycling", because our recycle bin was full, so we stuck a few things in theirs. Apparently something had my address on it and apparently my neighbour can read. Dude, it's garbage!
2. This freakin' weather! Is it warm or cool? rainy or dry? windy or still? Make up your mind mother nature. I go on a weeks holiday on Wednesday and I need some sun!
3. My job sucks. I hate it.

So, I know that Australia Day was days ago, but this is something I've been thinking of lately...

Everything looks perfect from far away...

2006-01-29T17:12:00.000+11:00

Last night I came to the realisation that I don't belong to the 'Club Scene' as much as I used to. Sure, I love to dance, I love the music and I love to drink. But that doesn't mean I love how the clubs turn off the air-con to make you thirstier, and I certainly don't like the 18 (read: 16) year old girls wearing short denim skirts with 6-inch heels standing there looking like they're above dancing with the guys... and don't get me started on how I don't love the guys who come up to you with a friend and say: "Have you met so-and-so?" Thinking it's cute to introduce your clueless fool of a friend is NOT cool, nor will it get you or your friend laid - not by me anyway.

So by midnight last night I was more than ready to come home, wash the sweat and smoke out of my pores and veg on the couch watching B-grade sitcoms. I've always been the party-chick, the one who can out-last, out-drink and out-dance all of my friends. However lately I've been too tired and more or less over it all. I think it's just the clubs we go to here, they're always the same old everything. Which is why I'm psyched to be heading overseas next year. Looks like it will be a toss up between Canada and Europe now, but I can't see why we can't do both.

So anyway, this weekend went by fast, as usual, but I've only got a short week at work. I'm taking Thurs and Friday off to head down to my parent's place and soak up some sun.

Happy Australia Day!

2006-01-28T10:04:00.000+11:00

Great Wasn't it just? I love having a public holiday in the middle of the week, it makes my life just that little bit more bearable.

Today I will be sampling wines in my region on a hen's party. It should be a good day except for the fact that I've never met the bride and her sister is a girl I work with. So basically I'm tagging along with a bunch of strangers...

Then tonight my best friend's boyfriend is celebrating his birthday - his 21st! - oh, so young! So we'll be partying like rock stars. He's a DJ at the club we go to and will be doing a 2 hour set which should be good (as much as I tell him I don't like his music).

Tomorrow I hope to buy a new camera to replace the one that I broke a few weeks ago. It was my boyfriend's and I was taking pictures at a party. The stupid and most annoying thing about the whole thing is when I dropped it, I was sitting cross-legged, on carpet. I swear the drop was only about 30 centimetres, but it caused $300 worth of damage. Can you believe that!? So I figure I may as well upgrade the camera for a few extra hundred dollars.

So that's it! That's my life this weekend.

Vacation is what you take when you can't take what you've been taking any longer.

2006-01-19T23:10:00.000+11:00

Phew! Did you think this week would EVER end? It dragged it's sorry ass the whole week and finally Friday is upon us. Next thing you know the weekend will fly by and we'll start all over again.

Y'know, I walked past two men talking yesterday, and the only thing I caught one of them say was: "....yeah, life's too short..." It made me think. Am I the only person who feels like life just grinds on? I hate my job and the hatred I feel for it is overrunning my life. I adore my weekends and evenings socialising, but more and more I think to myself "There's got to be more to life than this."

Enter: My Boyfriend

"I was thinking... maybe if I don't get any work this term we could go overseas and I'll teach for 6 months in England"

Oh.MY.God. I have been waiting 2 years for those words. Up until now he's been luke warm about the idea, whereas I've picked the seaside town where I want to live, researched jobs, checked out night clubs in the area and I've even picked a local football team for him to play on. Now that he's shown interest, I'm looking at booking tickets.

Perhaps it was just a passing comment on his part, but I've picked it up and I'm gonna run with it. I went out today and bought a gigantic map and European Lonely Planet book. I'm going. And I think I'm going with or without him... but hopefully with him.

Hmmm...

2006-01-12T23:38:00.000+11:00

I'm not sure if it's a reflection of myself, but I've Googled everyone I know and hardly any of them achieved any major search results.

I know NO important people!

Isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?

2006-01-12T23:05:00.000+11:00

I'm a little bit everywhere in my mind at the moment. I've been talking to a good friend of mine who is planning on quitting his job, but also needing money to travel. Bit of a catch-22 situ, right? On one hand - do you stick out a job that you despise for an undisclosed amount of time in order to make enough cash to do something so you can be happy, or do you quit what you hate to do something that you love, hoping that it just turns out.

There's a lot to be said about hope. Aristotle, in his wisdon said "Hope is a waking dream." I truly believe that life without hope is bleak and uninteresting. As a child and even now I have these grandiose desires to just run away one day, leave everything behind, start a new life in an exotic location...

Tonight I watch Before Sunrise. It is basically a movie about taking a chance, being strong enough to take a risk on somebody. The main character, Celine, at one stage says: "If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but... who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.

I've decided on a new New Years Promise. Embark on an adventure to meet and get to know new people.

In light of the Cronulla riots...

2006-01-10T22:51:00.000+11:00

...am I allowed to wear a dress made from the Australian flag on Australia Day or would that be blatantly "Aussie" (read: racist against non-whites)?

I'm proud of my flag and am in no way racist or -ist in any way (ok, maybe I'm -ist against bad budgeters - but that's my job) so can I enjoy Australia Day draped in the flag that I grew up believing in or should I be ashamed? The images of the troublemakers wearing the flag like a superman cape and shouting racist slurs have tainted the experience for me...

Maybe green stretch fabric with yellow marabou feather trim is the way to go - oooohhhhh yeah! Green and gold baby, green and gold!

My best friend and I are having babies at the same time

2006-01-10T22:37:00.000+11:00

Oh, I'm not pregnant, but we've been talking about it all evening. We'll fall pregnant at the same time, I'll have a girl, she'll have a boy and they grow up being best friends and when they're 15 they'll realise that not only are they best friends, they're in love with each other as well. Then they'll get through high school virginally (this is not negotiable) and then go to uni together, the girl to study engineering and the boy will become a doctor. They'll marry and produce for us three grandchildren, all exceedingly cute.

Ok, so we have totally planned this out jokingly, but seriously - how COOL would that be?!

One thing we agreed on (while watching "Wifeswap") was that our children would have respect for us because they actually DO respect us, not because we have forced it upon them. We're going to be cool mums (not in the sleep-with-my-teenage-son's-friends type of way though)

Oh, and we're not allowing toy guns in the house. Full stop.

No words...

2006-01-02T21:19:00.000+11:00

Will ever be able to describe this.

None.

Promises, promises...

2006-01-02T20:30:00.000+11:00

While looking back on 2005, I realised I didn't really acheive a whole lot of meaningful stuff.

I managed to increase my pay packet, but to do that I had to sacrifice a really interesting and career based role to take up a boring and monotonous government position. So my number one resolution is to find a job that I LOVE and can be passionate about (few extra $$$ wouldn't hurt either).

I still ache to my very core to travel again and the good news is that it could actually happen in 2006 or, if not, I'll at least start planning a big trip for 2007. So, my second resolution is to start planning.

I've had a few health problems this year, and have had to take a fair amount of time off work. So my third resolution is to get myself healthy (that includes getting fit).

I'm 24 years old - nearly 25 and I've only just realised that I am it. I have to do this and nobody else will help unless I ask them and show them I am helping myself.

Post-Christmas Post

2005-12-28T16:25:00.000+11:00

Well Christmas came so quickly and disappeared just as fast. I'm sad that it's all over, but excited about 2006.

I'm posting a few pictures of the beach we go to - gorgeous clear and blue water, white, squeaky sand. Entirely private and free from tourists.

The only damper on the situation was the fact my parents had been swimming the previous week and turned to look out toward the ocean. There, not 1 metre away was a 5 foot bronze whaler shark. Nasty. I was constantly looking over my shoulder, but as the water was so clear I was able to convince myself that I would see a shark coming from a mile away....I would right? Right?

On boxing day, we drove back here and had a bunch of people around for a bbq. It turned into a really good night, very rowdy and drunken, but it was good to catch up with everyone. I like how as a group of 24-30 year olds, we can still drink like 19 year olds. The hangovers are just a little bit worse for us.

All in all it was a good Christmas. Unfortunately I'll be back at work tomorrow. But I guess it's only a few days until the New Years long weekend. I still don't know what the hell I'm going to do for NYE. I've been invited to 2 different parties and everyone who isn't going to these parties are keen to just hit the local pub. I'm keen to just hang out at home - I think I'm getting old!

How it all began...

2005-12-22T20:41:00.000+11:00

I'll be the first to admit that I enjoy reading other people's stuff. I used to know my ex boyfriend's email password and would read the emails his new girlfriend would write him. I wasn't jealous, just strangely interested.

So I guess it's a natural progression for me to become obsessed with blogs. I can't remember how I even came across them, but these girls caught my eye. I was like Honey! There are these girls who just write cool things about partying and socialising and stuff! That's way cool. It was then I got a quick lesson on what a blog is and who can write one (Really? I can have one? From then, I was HOOKED. From Athens, it was just a click away to here, where I developed a serious girl crush. The rest is history: Stolie and Kiki, Sassy Suspect and Dooce. They're all lined up on my tool bar. Every now and then I'll add a new found blog. Lately it's the guys who are representing: Matty and
Mitch were the first 2 people to ever link to me - ever! And Tyler writes some of the funniest things I've ever read. Like laugh out loud funny.
Some of these people don't even know I read their stuff, I've not commented on most of them. I'm a lurker, and I probably still would be if I hadn't started this blog. It's fun being anonymous no one I know reads this and even if they did, I wouldn't want to know that they did. I'd love to post pictures, and maybe one day I will. For now though, I'm still getting used to the idea of writing all my thoughts down for the world to see.

things...

2005-12-22T00:22:00.000+11:00

Ok, so it's wednesday, um no, thursday now. I've been out even though i shoud be sleeping. i'm a little drunk, not alot. a few things occurred.
1. As I was getting my money out I dropped my tampon at 7-11.
2. I was quite easily the oldest person at the bar I went to tonight- I'm 24
3. I was invited to a NYE party I might actually go to
4. I realised that I really do love my boyfriend
5. I developed another girl-crush on my boyfriend's best friend's brother's girlfriend.
6. I saw my boyfriend smoke pot for the first time
7. I sang christmas carols in german with some german guys

that is all

good night

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

2005-12-19T20:04:00.000+11:00

Edna Ferber had it right.

My boyfriend told me today that's he's bought my Christmas present. I asked him to give me a hint. He said something like "people shouldn't say stupid things if they don't want stupid presents" with a cheeky grin on his face. That could mean anything. I am tentatively excited.

I'm officially pumped about Christmas. Officially. I have to work right up until the 23rd, so we'll head down to the parent's on Christmas Eve morn, bundled with bikinis, presents and plenty of room in our tummies for snacking.

I love Christmas in Australia, but I must admit I envy those who enjoy a white Christmas. A few years ago I traveled to America simply to have this experience. I had big plans to get a picture of me building a snowman in my bikini to send home, unfortunately there was no snow for many weeks, and when it finally did snow I chickened out. Who knew it would be so cold?

We spend Christmas on the beach, cold meat and salad instead of hot dinners, sand instead of snow and hot hot hot weather instead of cold. My sister and I (25 and 24 respectively) still wake up at the crack of dawn to open our presents. The rule has always been we can open the presents we bought each other, but the "Santa presents" had to wait until Mum and Dad had their morning cups of tea and coffee.

We still leave out cookies and beer for Santa and his elves and a carrot for the reindeer, if not for the little girl down the road it's for our own giggly fun. When I was about 13 and my sister was 14 my mum said to us "Are you going to put out Santa's cookies?" We both looked at one another, Should we tell her? Shrugging, "Ummm, mum? There's something we need to tell you..." That was the night we told mum that there was no Santa Claus. Devastating.

To finish:
Why was Santa's little helper depressed?
He had low elf-esteem

Rockin' around the Christmas tree...

2005-12-18T15:46:00.000+11:00

Is it really Christmas next weekend? That came around way too fast! I'm basically organised, just a few little things to do.

We had our Christmas party here last night and it was awesome as expected. We made a killer punch and had Jaeger (sp?) Bombs as well as copious amounts of beer. Kick ass.

Yesterday, we went to a friend's very christian wedding. The ceremony was crazy religious and went for.ever. The reception was awesome though, comfy and fairly relaxed. Everyone seems to be getting married around us, or at least talking about it. It seriously scares me to think about it. I'm always joking about wanting my man to propose, but I honestly don't think we're mature enough yet. Good news is he finally has agreed to travel with me. So, I'm going to start planning a BIG trip for 2007. America, Canada, Europe and Asia. I need to start saving some serious cash so I can actually afford to do everything I want. I know that we will be able to get a working visa for the UK and some other European countries, but I doubt we can work anywhere else. I need to look in to that.

In the meantime, I need to take something for my hangover and have a lie down...

My favourite christmas movie - hands down

2005-12-18T15:26:00.000+11:00

Which is worse: ignorance or apathy? Who knows? Who cares?

2005-12-16T10:19:00.000+11:00

6:30am - My boyfriend's alarm goes off and I reset it for 8am
7:30am - My boyfriend leaves for work
8:45am - I wake up, sweating, from a dream where I'm pregnant with no bottom teeth to realise that I have to leave the house in about 15 minutes and I had forgotten to actually turn the alarm ON.
9:00am - I call in sick to work and climb back into bed. Screw it.

My intercom buzzer just went off randomly. I got all excited expecting a package or delivery (it's Christmas!) and it's some girl asking me if it's ok to leave a story about Jesus in my letter box. Errm, ok. At least she asked I guess.

We're having a Christmas party this weekend. It's themed and I'm so excited. The whole threat of a riot on Sat night puts a damper on it, however I figure if all the people I care about are in my house I can take care of them. I just hope that after the party nobody wants to go out anywhere. I've got a heap of alcohol, so hopefully it will entice them to stay safe in my clutches.

Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent
revolution inevitable.
-- John F. Kennedy

You know, I think of so many funny and interesting things to blog about when I'm nowhere near a computer or a pen to write it down. And then I forget. I need to work on that. My blog is boring, I know.

By the way: why does the blog spell checker not recognise the word "blog"?

2005-12-14T21:00:00.000+11:00

Shame

2005-12-12T20:11:00.000+11:00

I'm angry. I'm so bloody angry. I feel sick to my stomach and am close to tears.

The riots in Cronulla should not have happened. They were un-Australian and for the first time in my entire life I was ashamed of my country. We're often painted as relaxed, easy-going, accepting, good-natured and democratic, but what I have seen was a complete contradiction.

"The Soul of a Nation, The Australian Identity had evolved. This dislike of authority, the belief in egalitarianism, independence, resourcefulness, courage and mateship all are traits of the Australian Identity, all necessary for Australia to emerge from the shadows of a gaol to become a nation. (Source)

Independence? Courage? Mateship? Tonight I saw nothing except a bunch of drunk, cowardly, hateful people who, if they really were Australians like they so vocally advertised, would've celebrated instead of rioted.

Summer lovin' had me a blast

2005-12-07T14:09:00.000+11:00

To celebrate my final day off before heading back to work:

Why Little A LOVES Summer
~Swimming in the ocean
~Afternoon beers at the pub - sitting on the grass in the sun. It seems like everyone starts coming out of hibernation when the weather starts getting warmer. It's like a college reunion.
~Long walks down to the beach and around the harbour
~Beach Volley Ball
~A nice, golden tan
~Bikinis
~Sleeping in nothing but what you were born with
~Laughing so hard while swimming that you have to quickly move to a spot where you can touvh the bottom before you drown.
~The smell of BBQ (real aussie bbq with sausages and rissoles)
~Walking around the house in just my bikini
~My sun lounge on the patio
~Good fruit is in season - plums, nectarines, peaches, apricots, raspberries, water melon...mmmmm
~Beach hair
~Salt water kisses
~No use for a doona - sheets is all you need
~Sleeping with the windows open
~Not having to take a jacket when going out
~Thongs (the foot wear kind - not the underwear kiknd)
~Jervis Bay
~The fact that we can have Christmas at the beach
~My "Summer Anthems" playlist

Oh, I could go on... I'll add things as I think of them...

Bzzzzzz....

2005-12-07T13:09:00.000+11:00

I hate flies. HATE.THEM.
Why is it that as soon as the weather starts turning nice (30 degrees celcius today - just thought I'd mention it) the bloody flies come out in full force.

My boyfriend is a teacher and he said that he was on the fields and it was like the flies were swarming. Swarming! Like bees.

I was on the beach this morning and I felt like the lady out of Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds , except instead of birds, it was fucking flies.

I've been told that there is a particular type of wind which, at a particular temperature kills all the flies. Each and everyday I pray for this wind.

Oh, and how gross is it when flies land on people's backs and they don't know to swoosh them off?

Oh, and don't get me started on maggots... they are the babies of flies! How much grosser can it get?

Cringe moments...

2005-12-05T11:21:00.000+11:00

My best friend and I have things that we like to call "cringe moments", where you'd give your first born child to be able to rewind and start again. Drunken hook ups, foot-in-mouth moments and regretable brush offs all come under the "cringe moment" category.

So I've been thinking... cringe moments don't always occur straight after the fact. You get your "I wish I didn't say that.." cringe moments immediately, but what about life-altering cringe moments?

My Top Three Life Altering Cringe Moments:
1. I chose to study Indonesian and Ancient History instead of Biology and Chemistry. The saddest part is I loved science. My parents bought me microscopes and bug catchers all my life. It was a well known fact that I wanted to be a nurse and you need highschool science electives to get into the course. Evidently Indonesian and Ancient History were enough to get me into a bloody Bachelor of Arts course. And here I am working for the fucking government.

2. I lost my virginity to a boy I didn't love. Granted, I eventually fell in love with him, but at the time it was not love at all. We were making out in his grandmother's living room, when he whispered to me "do you wanna go a step furver?" I nodded meekly and the rest is history.

3. This one confuses me more than any of the other cringe moments in my life. It was summer and my friend and I were staying at the uni. We partied with all of the international people that came to stay. Sometimes they were just visiting for a few days, some for a few weeks. One night we were taking a few of them to the pub and in the group we were with was an American guy who I got to talking to. He was in no way cute, but he was good to talk to. Everyone teased me when he'd get up to get a drink or go to the loo and say that I was flirting with him. I laughed and made it known that I wasn't into him. Anyway, we all went back to our apartment as some of my guy friends were crashing on our couches. For some reason he came back with us. I said good night to everyone and went into my room. Ten minutes later I hear a knock at my door, thinking it's one of my boys needing a pillow I just yelled at them to come in. So in comes the American guy. "Oh.... hi." I say, confused as all hell. He comes over to me and starts kissing me. I was pretty drunk so I kind of went along with it for a while, then realised...ew! He starts trying to take my pyjamas off, getting pretty persistent. Eventually I'm struggling to fight him off me. Then he all of a sudden stopped and told me that he wouldn't fuck me if I gave him a blow job. I was so scared that I actually did it. He left soon after and I vomited all night. The next morning I went into the living room which was full of all my best guy friends. I should have screamed out the night before, but I was more scared about what these guys would do to the scumbag if they knew he had hurt me. I debated reporting it to the university. Maybe I had led him on and deserved it for being a flirt, but I'll never forget what he said to me as he left me in a filthy heap... "I'll be fucking you before I leave Ausstralia."

Ok, wow. Didn't start this post with that story in mind, but there it is. First time ever told.

Maybe my next post will be cringe moments I can actually now laugh about.

Just to racap...

2005-12-05T11:07:00.000+11:00

I'm back at my place after 4 lovely days at my parent's house. Had a great time hanging out with the family even though four days seemed a very long time by the end. Let's try for 3 next time shall we?

A number of things occurred:
1. I got sunburned
2. I won a kick ass fishing rod
3. I got incredibly drunk in front of my parent's and spewed. P.S I NEVER spew. Never! Why oh why did I have to in front of my mum?
4. I managed to get 75% of my christmas shopping done, even the lady at work whose name I drew out of a hat.
5. I recieved not one, not two but THREE phone calls from a guy I drunkenly gave my number to a few weeks ago. Erm... did I not tell you I had a boyfriend?
6. We set up our christmas tree while listening to christmas carols sung by Frank Sinatra.

I had plenty of time to think about things when I was sunbaking on the white sand. Hopefully I'll be able to get things going in 2006, things that will change my life for the better.

Here.

2005-11-30T10:40:00.000+11:00

Well, here I am at mum and dad's. Home. The one place I can fully relax and be myself and not worry about housework or my job or cooking a meal. I get to offload all my health worries onto my mum, who worries enough for all of us. Dad is out doing some military exercise with a bunch of new officers, so won't be back until Thursday. I can't wait to see him, I hope he takes me fishing.

On the train on the way down, I saw a cow scratch it's ear with it's hind leg!

I just bought 4 H.G Wells books for 99c on ebay, including The Time Machine, which I've been meaning to read again for years.

I had a dream last night that I was speed dating, and you know what I thought? In my dream? "Oooh, this'll fun to blog about!" Loser.

Mum and I are taking our little doggie to the groomers this afternoon, who will no doubt do something poofy like put bows in her fur. The thing is my dog looks girly because she's fluffy and happy, but we all know that she's a roughie who likes to wrestle and she barks like a man.

This post makes no sense and follows no pattern, but I'm on 'olidays so who cares?

...Just wish I had a crystal ball
To show me, if it's worth it all...
Jem - Falling for You

8 is my favourite number

2005-11-29T10:03:00.000+11:00

It really is! And what a coincidence that I have 8 days off in a row!

I'll be where the Whitest Sand In The World is to visit my family.

OOooooh, I hope I get some sun. I'm so bloody sick of this rain!

Clean apartment and dirty jokes...

2005-11-22T22:03:00.000+11:00

Ahhhhhh, my apartment is clean! CLEAN! Not just neat, but really, really clean! We have a "routine house inspection" tomorrow so all three of us and our honorary house mate rolled up our sleeves and got cleanin' in our own little corner. I volunteered for the kitchen. Idiot.

We also FINALLY counted all of the change that my man has collected over the course of the year. It came to $500! In change! It weighs a freakin' tonne.

On a sadder note, looks like Bert Newton got the boot . Many a morning was spent watching Bert and his hilarious antics that more often than not contained sexual innuendo galore. A friend that I haven't seen for AGES came over a few weeks ago for a BBQ and said "I saw Bert Newton the other day and I immediately thought of you." Yes, Bert quite often took precedent over Marketing and English lectures. Some mornings I'd even wait until Bert finished before I went to the beach. I was hooked. As I grew up and got a job that required me to be at my desk before Bert even started, I saw less and less of him...I still love his hair plugs and plastic-looking face, but I guess his time has come.

Farewell Bert! I'll miss you ol' Moonface!

Man-bags..

2005-11-21T17:59:00.000+11:00

"Why don't you go and have a lie down honey?" He says as he walks past with a mop in his hand.

Wha...?

I love it when he senses that I need some time to wind down after work, I love it even more when he is cleaning our bathroom.

I'm so ridiculously tired. The weekend was long and today seemed to S-T-R-E-T-C-H. I've been told that if I keep up how I'm going I'm going to get a huge payrise by the end of the year, so I'm busting my butt to maintain all my hard work. Today felt like I was going backwards. I had so much work to do, but it was one of those days where every customer I spoke to wanted to chat about their family, work, lack of money, domestic violence orders and child support worries. I found myself thinking "who cares?" when it is my job to care.

Walking home I passed a man carrying a man-bag. It was a brown leather one that he held between his body and his elbow. As strange as it is, at that moment I felt hugely sorry for all men. It must suck to not have anywhere acceptable to put your crap when you're shopping or walking around doing errands, except for in your pockets. It's ok for men who carry a briefcase, this is an acceptable man-bag, but what about on the weekend? Where does their crap go then? This is the reason some guys resort to bum-bags (fanny packs). It drives me crazy to see a guy with a stupid bum-bag hung casually over their shoulder. I always get the urge to yank it off and clip it around their waist. Bum-bags are daggy any way you wear them, but over the shoulder is by far the daggiest. Especially if it's an Adidas bum-bag. Some men even carry those ugly green woolworths shopping bags. They pretend they've just been shopping, but I know that it contains their wallet, phone, chapstick, daily planner, light cardigan in case it gets cool, lunch, a newspaper and any other crap that they decide is important enough to lug around... oh wait, that's my handbag.

So to recap... I'd hate to be a guy. I love being a girl. I need some sleep.

Nothin' else for me to do but dance...

2005-11-20T22:00:00.000+11:00

I went to a friend's wedding last night. This is a pretty big deal for me because up until now, I'd only attended the weddings of family members. This was my first "friend wedding". I know that there will be plenty more in the next couple of years. In fact we're going to another wedding in just a few weeks. Everyone is doing the whole "you guys will be next" wink wink nudge nudge thing. Drives me crazy. When we're ready we'll be ready... a post on this topic will undoubtedly be written sooner rather than later...
Anyway, last night was a blast. I got to shake my shit on the dance floor for a while, that is until the Greek contingent of the wedding took over the dance floor to show us how it's done. Man, they had STAMINA. Even the great grandmother of the bride, who had flown over from Greece especially, didn't sit down once the DJ started playing Zorba etc. We gave it a go, but got shafted out pretty quickly (not coordinated enough you see) and not a moment too soon. There were times when I thought my arm would be ripped from it's socket by the ever-moving dancing circle.

On a totally unrelated note...
Why does everyone think Flashdance is a great movie? I mean really? Something happens when she hears the music. It's her freedom. It's her fire. It's her life. I just finished watching it and I'm astounded by the sheer ridiculousness of it. I won't go on, but there is one particular moment when I was completely confused. It was the whole lobster head job innuendo. I was like "huh? where the hell did that come from?" And the dance routines? All I could think about was Ben Stiller's moves in Starsky and Hutch. Veeery similar.

So Monday tomorrow.. that totally sucks.

Sooo....

2005-11-18T22:47:00.000+11:00

... my 16 year old cousin is a father...

Just because everything is different doesn't mean anything has changed

2005-11-15T21:50:00.000+11:00

I started out 2005 in a fantastic (read: low paying) job that enabled me to at least pretend that I was using my degree. I commuted 3 hours a day to the city to work in the advertising section of a national newspaper. Every morning on the 5:30am train ride I'd plug my iPod into my ears, lay back and dream of traveling the world, the WHOLE world. And every evening on the 5pm train back home I'd do exactly the same. I had it all planned out, a round-the-world ticket, travel for two years with my man and return to Australia to grow my career, get married and have children.

Now I have a job that is a 5 minute walk from my apartment and I don't have as much time to daydream, but it's still there in the back of my head, only now I have other things that I'm desperate to do, like write a book, own a business and own my own home. I'm not poor or destitute by any means, but I don't have any real serious cash. So let's just say I'll put those ideas on hold, not permenantly, but let's just say that I'll need to either marry rich or win lotto.

I'm only 24 so I'm not too concerned about choosing my life plan immediately, however I'd like to know what I want to be by the time I'm 30. Gah! What do I do? Leave a perfectly tediously well-paying, stable government position so I can be a pub-working, 2 minute-noodle eating backpacker? I wouldn't just be giving up my job, I'd have to give up my apartment, my furniture and quite possibly my favourite man in the world (apart from my dad)...

So, here we are only two months away from the new year and I feel like I've achieved very little - sure my life is different to a year ago and I'm a much much happier person... but has anything really changed?

Tennessee Williams said To be free is to have achieved your life.
I guess I have a ways to go...

My new favourite place...

2005-11-14T23:03:00.000+11:00

Strawberrynet.com is very, very fun.

My spam folder is my friend

2005-11-14T19:23:00.000+11:00

I have an obsession that I'd like to share with you.

Well, I have a number of obsessions, but one of the more bizarre things I do regularly is check my spam. I on average get about 5-10 per day and they disappear straight to my little junk mail folder. I don't even have to look at them if I don't want to- but I do. Daily.

It all started a few years ago when I became a little too interested in entering online competitions and subsequently was bombarded with every offer imaginable. I still am sometimes fooled by the enticing messages which lure me with subject lines that read "Here is the pic!" or "Pics from the other night". I think to myself Well, it could be real... Anyhow, I started letting my junk mail folder take care of itself.

Until one day...

Imagine my horror when I opened my spam folder to see a message from a friend of mine urging me to "Come to my 21st!" Why was it in my spam folder? What if I didn't check? I would have assumed I was not invited. Was it there just because it was addressed to more than 50 people? I'm guessing so, however I never took that chance again.

Religiously. That is how I now check my spam folder.

I may have to spend a few minutes everyday deleting offers for penis enlargers, boob enhancers and credit cards with phenomenally low interest rates, but I can rest assured I will never miss an invitation to a party again.

P.S. When I was in America there was a cool advertisement for Spam - Crazy Tasty! I still giggle like an idiot when I think of it... Same with that psychotic Quizno's commerical.

My weekend...

2005-11-13T20:55:00.000+11:00

Sunday night - so bitter sweet... Relaxed - but at the back of my mind I know I have to work ALL WEEK.

Three years ago at around this time on a Sunday night I would be at the dodgy club down the road drinking $2 vodka and raspberries and shaking my shit on the dance floor. It was a given that we would be out regardless of whether I had class or work in the morning. You see, we never went out on a Saturday, that was 'local' night and we were by no means locals. Perish the thought! Well, nowadays I am a local. I've lived in this little city for 5 years and my friend and I now laugh about how it was social suicide to stay at home on a Wednesday or Sunday night. Maybe we're just getting old, or maybe the scene was getting to be same-old same-old. I still go out and party and admittedly binge drink regularly, however it's a different type of going out. It used to be all about going out to meet new guys, nowadays I prefer to hang out with the guys I know. I still love meeting new people, but I also love catching up with my mates and having a chat.

My weekend started innocently enough... dinner with a co-worker. It all came undone when I ordered not one, not two, but three gigantic margaritas. Suffice to say, the night just snowballed and I ended up at a night club. Met a really nice guy who was great friend potential, however his psycho friend decided that I was teasing him because I have a boyfriend.

Um, excuse me? Since when did talking to a guy in a club mean that you want to have sex with them?
Oh, it's always meant that... but why can't it change? I like guys and not just to hook up with! As friends. Crazy, I know...

Fast forward 8 hours - I've never been so hungover in my LIFE! Saturday was basically a write-off. DVDs and naps all round.

Sunday was nice, I met my mum and sister at a mall about 30 minutes from where I live and finally bought shoes for the wedding I have to attend next weekend. I'm all set now, except for the clutch that I anticipate will magically appear for 50% off...

So here I am snuggled up on my couch, squeaky clean hair, freshly shaved legs and a lovely layer of Ella Bache fake tan. I'm set for the week. Having an early shower rocks. I remember when we were kids, on Sundays my sister and I would always be bathed by 5:30 and into our pajamas, parked in front of the TV, laying on our stomachs, our faces propped up by our hands, ready for Get Smart which started at 6. Dinner was typically toasted cheese sandwiches or eggs on toast and we were always in bed by 8. I loved the whole Sunday ritual and I still associate the Get Smart theme tune with toasted cheese sandwiches and clean hair.

Ok, bed beckons... big week ahead! Good night.

I can't wait for the weekend to begin...

2005-11-11T09:54:00.000+11:00

It's Friday! I practically jumped out of bed this morning. It really helps that the sun is shining so brightly through my window. And as much as I am not a morning person, I'm in a brilliant mood today! It's lovely. I was even up early enough to eat breakfast, I hardly ever do, which is very lazy of me considering I don't start work each and every day at 10:30am. I'm a snooze button whore. I'll set my alarm for 9am and hit snooze until 9:30 and then schlepp around for 40 minutes.

So, I'm sitting here eating my swiss muesli and OJ fielding calls from Indian call centres wanting to switch me over to so-and-so phone service. Seriously, I've hung up on some guy twice already.

I'll most likely be heading into the City over the weekend for a bit of shopping and partying. I'm generally a pub girl, but going out in the city is fun sometimes. Sydney is so much busier and crowded than I'm used to and there'll be a bunch of us there. My theory is no matter where you are, as long as you're with a great group, you'll have fun.

So enjoy your weekend everyone, peace!

Warm weather and a freshly cut hair...

2005-11-10T20:57:00.000+11:00

So tired!
Today was my first fully functional day back at work and I am bushed! I had a rostered day off yesterday and spent it exactly as I had planned it - soaking up the rays in the 30 degree heat - summer is so here already and summer is my season. I always look a billion time healthier in summer, not to mention a few kgs lighter.. Anyway, I got in that quality sun time and still had a couple of hours to shop.

I had my hair cut and colored today... I'm sure any girl reading this can relate... I feel soooo relieved that I've finally found a good hairdresser. I've had my fair share of crazies and owing to the fact that my sister is a hairdresser, I'm pretty fussy. My WORST hate in the world of hair dressing is loud music that requires the hairdresser to yell in your ear in the shrill tone they have come to know and love. The last chick that cut my hair was probably 19 or 20 and called me "darl" or "sweetie". Ahem, I am at least 5 years older than you sweetie. It's like me calling a 40 year old woman "sweety" or "love".
So anyway, my new hairdresser is fucking fantastic... I've been to her maybe four times and have been impressed each and everytime. She's so precise with how she cuts and doesn't make your ears bleed with annoying banter. I walk out feeling I got my $110 worth and then some... and as my mum would say "she's a joy and a blessing".

Off the topic...I've recently let my man know I've got a blog and he smiled and said, "You'll have fun with that." So maybe I'll start posting pictures and stuff. I don't know, but out of most of the blogs I read the ones that have people's pictures on them and are not anonymous are the more interesting ones. But then I'm worried that someone I know will read this... any opinions?

So anyway, watch this space...

Super...

2005-11-08T18:30:00.000+11:00

Am I the only one who gets insanely emotional during Super Nanny? I don't know what comes over me! I just start weeping like a pre-menstral moron. I'll be watching with my friend who'll look over to me to say "Geez, those kids are horrible! - wait... are you... crying?"

I can't help it, I'll be watching those evil little brats, feeling helpless for the mum's and dads. I mean these kids obviously LOVE their mummies and daddies, but how heartbreaking! I cry most of all when Jojo finally gets through to them and the children suddenly go from being Chucky dolls to Kewpie dolls.

I'm generally not an emotional person, but some things just, I dunno, hit a spot and it's game over. I'm the same with that movie Crazy/Beautiful, not I don't relate in any way to any of the characters, but I still end up a blubbering mess by the end.

Anyway, glad to be home from work finally. I had different duties today on account of my inflamed larynx, and I was bored shitless.

Today's Tuesday, so we're having the usually "Super Tuesday Party People Night". Which is basically a chance to get some socialising in on the WORST day of the week. Why are they the worst day of the week? I hear you ask. Well, let me explain:

Saturday - the best day of the week and it goes without saying why. Sundays are ok, but it's still in the back of you mind that you have to go to work the next day. Mondays, I find, go pretty quickly. I'm usually still relaxed from the weekend so not much bothers me. Tuesdays come along and it's only then that you realise that you still have today and THREE MORE DAYS to go!. Wednesday is what the office geeks call the "hump day", not much longer to go. Thursdays do tend to drag a bit, but you know there's light at the end of that work week tunnel. Fridays = happy hour at the bar across from where I work and so the cycle begins again...

Am I the only Tuesday hater? Does that make me a dayist? Yeah, well don't get me started on the months... oooh July, you really get me angry...

She's one sick puppy...

2005-11-07T17:05:00.000+11:00

I've got laryngitis. Yep, the sexy voice changing variety. So, here I am at home in bed watching Oprah staring Ricky Martin acting like a freakin' cartoon character.

Needing a medical certificate for taking a day off work, I walked down to the medical centre where you put your name down and get the first available doctor. It's usually at least a 15 minute wait, so I saddled up with a Who Weekly magazine from 2003, trying to ignore the fact that 100 other people, 100 much sicker, contagious people had picked up this same magazine. Imagine my surprise when my name was called 60 seconds into an article on Johnny Depp. So this doctor, a lovely, but stern lady with a thick Eastern European accent tells me I have laryngitis and tells me to not talk for the rest of the day. So I say, "Ok", and she says, "no, really don't talk."
I'm thinking why is she repeating herself? I get it! I say "Ok, I won't."
Then she says "No! Just nod! Don't speak!"
I had to seriously hold my laughter until I got outside.

Good news is I didn't have to go to work today, bad news is I'll be there tomorrow and GREAT news is I sound incredibly sexy when I sing...

A socially retarded weekend

2005-11-07T10:34:00.000+11:00

I've spent the whole weekend on my couch, laptop at arm's reach, lemonade on ice, throat lozenges in my pocket and the girly movies I don't normally get to see on a continuous loop. I've done Tad Hamilton, Ella Enchanted, Dirty Dancing Havana Nights and I'm about to put Garden State on...

My Original Plan while my man was bucking it up at a buck's weekend (since when did they stop being buck's nights and start being buck's weekends?) was to partake in a little heavy drinking, some killer moves on the dance floor, a bit of harmless flirting with all of the departing american college boys and a vegetarian pide with chicken on the way home...

debauchery
n : a wild gathering involving excessive drinking and promiscuity

There was nothing even remotely debaucherous about my weekend.

I left work early on Friday, went straight to the doctor who took one look at my throat and said "virus - nothing we can do". "Humph. nothing?". "Nothing". So Friday night was spent sleeping. Saturday morning I woke up in agony thinking "nothing? we can do nothing?", popped some pills, made some tea and went back to bed for the rest of the day. Half of Saturday night saw me fielding calls from people demanding I stop being a pussy and come out and the other half was spent creating this lovely blog. Which half was better spent? you tell me. Sunday I woke to my mobile phone ringing, my mother telling me they weren't coming up to visit today... sweeeet, another day on the couch.

And as much as I was looking forward to my weekend of partying and acting single, I had a pretty damn good weekend (apart from the throat thing). It's good to be alone, I really relish my own company sometimes (as long as I'm not lonely - there's a difference).

Oh, enough about me... what do you think about me?

2005-11-06T00:09:00.000+11:00

I just thought I'd embrace the narcissist in me and tell anyone who's reading a little bit about my self.
10 Things:

1. I'm 5'11 - most of my life I've had trouble finding guys who could comfortably stand next to me in my heels (imagine Tom and Nicole) Luckily I've got me a tall one now, a basketballer no less.
2. I only have one close girl friend. I tend to get on with guys and I know that a lot of girls make this claim - but I think girls are bitchy, I know I can be. I'd rather drink a pint with the boys than a chardonnay with the girls. I'd rather play volley ball on the beach than lay down and bake in the sun. I'd rather talk about sex than makeup. I'd rather stand up to pee... no that's not true, but you get my point? I'm a girly girl who likes to be a tom boy... let's leave it at that.
3. I'm obsessed with quotes and song lyrics - oh, you'll see if you stick around.
4. I grew up in a very small coastal town but I went to school in the bigger town half an hour away. I wasn't popular, I wasn't unpopular. I actually spent most of my high-school years feeling invisible, which is the way I liked it. As soon as I got to college though, it changed big time. I suddenly had sooo many friends, sooo many parties and I.LOVED.IT. I've mellowed a bit since then, I'm not such an attention whore but I still love walking into our local pub and knowing at least 50% of the clientele.
5. My biggest obsession is strawberry lipbalm from The BodyShop. Now I'm taking a chance with that one, I want to keep this blog anon, but anyone that knows me, knows my obsession.
6. I flirt with my boyfriend's friends. I've only just realised that I do it, but I do and there you have it.
7. I have a great guy, stable, cute, smart, perfect... but I think I want more than that. Travel plays a huge part in my future, but he's not so keen on the idea and even though I don't want to have to choose, I think I know what I'd do.
8. I've only just starting reading other people's blogs in the last 2 months and have become a huge fan of some of them. I'm a voyeur I guess. I guess it could be compared to my interest in reality TV. I like to see how other people live and sometimes by measuring my life against theirs, I realise that my life ain't so bad.
9. I think my boobs are great.
10. I have had more that one great love in my life - I believe that you get more than one soul mate, it's just all about choices.

So there you have it...

I'll take a skinny one please!

2005-11-05T22:12:00.000+11:00

I was thinking today about how weird my taste in men is...
I was watching that Tad Hamilton movie thinking "I totally would choose the geeky, skinny guy over the buff, sexy one." I think this disturbed me more because I knew that the other one was sexier, I just prefer them to be small and funny. I think I've always been that way... of course I had my share of crushes on the sporty/built/buff types of guys, and I've even dated a few of them... but every single one of my serious relationships has been with a nerd.
Take my current nerd, he's a high school computer teacher and when I first started going out with him 2 1/2 years ago, he was a skinny, pale thing straight out of uni... he's kind of cool now and he's filled out quite well... but, I'm ashamed to say don't dig him as much as I used to!
I'm a fairly normal girl, not stunning, but not ugly by any means. I know that I get hit on by the good looking guys all the time when I go out, and trust me, it's flattering. But nothing is more flattering when a nerd guy tries to have a bumbling conversation with you, and it makes me smile big when a nerd guys asks you if you'd like a drink and when you say yes, he goes to walk away and runs straight into a table.
Hmmm, maybe that's just it. I know I can have an adverse reaction on some guys and it's generally the nerdy ones. Maybe that's why I prefer them?