uhu… pilottttttt…. yoohoo…. pilllllooooottttttt
sorry bout that… just remembering those weirdo uhu/pilot ads that used to be on tv, with all different clips from tv shows or movies or whatever, with the characters saying ‘uhu’ or ‘pilot’ in different ways. The reason that ad popped into my head is because I bought a new pen yesterday (well, i didn’t really buy it, dad did. I put it on his account at the newsagents), and it’s a pilot pen. It had a barcode sticker on it, and it was one of those stickers that, when you pull it off the pen, you can stretch it out so that the numbers become really long and stuff… I don’t know what I’m talking about. Stretchable stickers… yeah.
Anyways, am feeling a bit muddled because of a dream I had last night. Can’t remember it very well… Basically it involved a helicopter, a weird place with lots of clothes, a big table with christmas food laid out on it (ham, chicken, salads, trifle…) and also shadows. Shadows of me and my sister’s roommate, Penny. weird… I seem to have quite a knack for interpreting other peoples dreams, but can never correctly figure out my own.
agh. It’s really hot today. Not as hot as yesterday, but it’s only 9:47am. Yesterday was soooo hot, because there was a Westerly breeze that brought with it all the flies from inland… I hate flies. My little sister, Rosie, and I went swimming in the pool across the road from our house. It’s owned by our friends Sue & Alan. The water was so nice, but rosie kept pushing me under the water, and saying “be my surfboard!” yeah right! she then said “Look at me cassie – I can be ocean girl!” and then proceeded to tell me I was her dolphin. She can be so annoyingly immature at times. All I wanted to do was have a refreshing swim. I wasn’t in the mood to play along with her little games. Dooop dooop dooopedy ay.
Anyways, might go for a swim today too. I’m glad I remembered to hang my swimmers out, cause I just can’t stand putting wet swimsuits on… ew. when I was younger I practically lived in my swimmers, I was such a little waterbaby. I guess I still am a waterbaby, but my main modes of transport (mum and dad) aren’t too interested in the fact that I still love to swim. Oh well, have to go get my L’s soon. Again. This time I’ll actually follow through and get my P’s as well ^_^
Oh and another thing. Went shopping yesterday, and asked at Crazy Clarks for an application form. Crazy clarks is a stupid store, but it’s the only place with nice people. The manager guy told me to bring in my resume next time I came in. I’ll see if dad is going in today. I’ll have to redo my resume though, because last time I wrote it up I was concentrating mainly on my clerical and journalistic (is that even a word?) experience… I didn’t include that I worked for dad at the door of the concerts he promoted, handling ticket sales etc… I think that would be more relevant than “twelve months work as junior correspondent/journalist for The Review”. yeah. ok. I’m off now ^_^