I get paid tomorrow! Woot! I predict…. maybe 6 figures in my bank account. Including 2 decimal places. And the first digit. So, no different to usual. Except that those numbers should be a bit higher than normal… apart from the first digit. So really, what am i getting so worked up about? It happens every payday, one of the consequences of being paid fortnightly. I think when you get paid monthly, you get REALLY excited, and start planning lots of things for all that money! Then you’re broke by the end of the first week, and have three weeks to live on nothing! Fortnightly is better, because although you may spend all your money by the day after payday (record for me is ON payday. I had a lotta bills!), you only have one week left to live without money, and usually you can just glide on through that finish line, guns blazing. Except without the guns. or maybe guns in the same sense as will ferrel’s guns in anchorman.

I think I may be getting sick. I have a mildly sore throat… and every time i get a scratchy throat it always develops into something like tonsillitis or a throat infection. Why don’t they just genetically engineer humans to not have tonsils or appendixes? (don’t answer that question, it was rhetorical and a comment on our genetically meddling society).

I am going shopping tomorrow, like i do virtually every lunch time, except that this time i will have money. That only happens once every two weeks. I think i do a lot to support the economy, because ever since I started working full time again, just across from the mall, with more disposable income, the Australian dollar has been increasing in value! You might think that me working at a bank would mean that I have some concept of how the economy works, but you would be sadly mistaken. I don’t really care. I made up my own theory of what interest actually is, and why our dollar has gone up, and it’s enough for me. Other people like it too. One day I might write a book and everyone who wants a viable reason and explanation for “interest” can read it. Only 5 cents per copy! (I’m expecting big sales, or the value of our dollar to increase dramatically).

I am going to get a laptop tomorrow! Hopefully. After work. Then I will play on it all day long, and won’t ever need real people again. I’m just kidding of course. But i know there are people who do believe this, deep inside where they will never realise until they HAVE NO FRIENDS. agh. Anyway, i’m very excited about this. So i have two exciting things. one, i get paid. Two, i get a laptop! yay! then i can install all my games on it, that lauren won’t let me play anymore. The sims, age of empires, zootycoon…

Well, i think i’ve gone mad. I’ve probably got a temperature or something, from this angry throat of mine. yay!

 

I am tired, really physically exhausted. I am so sick of chocolate and just wish for some fresh fruit (in my mind I have a picture of wholesome foods like grains and nuts and berries) so i could very happily live in the 14th century right now. Well, apart from the whole plague that was going on because despite the fact that I am infinitely fascinated with the subject, I don’t think I would survive very long to do first-hand research ;)

I got so much chocolate for Easter. So many eggs. There is no way I can eat all of that. I think i’ll just have to bring some in to work and give them out to people. it’s made harder by the fact that most of them are really big eggs. Hahaha i guess i could melt them down and put them into moulds lol. I just feel like collapsing on the floor, and I would be like that man from X-men the first movie, where he is made of water and then just goes ’sploosh”. i could just sploosh. work tomorrow. neither dreading nor looking forward to it. am fairly ambivalent.

anyway. watched some futurama today, it’s pretty funny. the animation is really smooth and i like it. it’s a bit more sophisticated (although applying that word to a cartoon at all is laughable at best) than the simpsons. as nathan said, there’s a bit more of a story going on. but one of the things that i like best about the simpsons is it’s lack of a point, and that it just goes along on it’s merry way, like an unrestrained train of thought. both of the shows have good points.

i’m going to go rest. hopefully i don’t just splash over my bed. i mean sploosh. like the xmen.

 

I’m tired. today was pretty fun. Beck, Claire, Ben, Tanya and Beck’s mum came by about 10:10am to pick me up. Ben was speeding a lot of the drive down, and I found out later that before they left, both Beck and her mum had had a quiet word in Ben’s ear about not going too fast. Beck’s mum had already been booked twice in the space of two weeks for speeding, around the same place too. That’s gotta suck. So they mentioned to him that it might be a good idea not to drive too fast, as we were following them ’cause we didn’t know the way.

Anyway. got there. went on the batman ride. That’s apparently a tradition, that they (meaning beck and her mum and sister) always have to go on the batman ride first “because it’s the first thing when you come in the gates” so beck says. And I think also because it’s the tamest ride (apart from the looney toons river thingy) and a good one to start off with. I got bashed up pretty bad by that one, and beck reckons it’s to do with what section of the simulator you sit in. I was right on the side, and got thrown around A LOT. to the point where it was scaring me simply because i thought i would break a bone or something. Well, break another bone. Apart from the one in my back. After that, it was lunch time. So we headed on to an ATM. There was a food place right across from the ATM, so we went and checked it out, but Beck decided “aw no, it’s too healthy”. I think because they had sandwiches and *gasp* salads! God forbid! I made general disapproving noises as we headed away, but when it’s not that important, I don’t like to challenge people on decisions. Especially not Beck. I’m not weak, I just choose my battles. Instead, we ate at this little food stand in looney toons village, and all had like chicken nuggets and chips in these cardboard boxes made to look like treasure chests.

Beck’s mum said the food’d want to be made of gold for how much it cost. It was disgusting. I don’t know what the nuggets were, but they didn’t taste anything like chicken. I had three joined together like it was an amoeba that had split and multiplied or something. And there were these chips that looked like they had cancer. *gag*

We needed something REALLY tame after lunch. so we waited in line for maybe 15-20 minutes to go on the looney toons river ride. I”m not sure what exactly it’s called. You go in, they tell you to say “Yeah!” enthusiastically when the PR person gives you a double thumbs-up signal, then you have to say “awww…” sadly when they give you the thumbs-down. There’s really no point at all to this exercise. It isn’t relevant to what happens next. We then go into another room, watch some poor sad animatronics, then on to the ride. it’s a sort of boat, and you go around and around this dark channel, with some poorly timed animatronics along the way, and every so often a tree or a huge rock will ‘almost’ fall on the boat. then there’s a waterfall the boat has to go through, and everyone’s gong “oh no! turn it off! turn it off!” like it wouldn’t have gone off anyway…. and surprise surprise, it turns off just as the boat gets to it. And there’s another one straight afterwards, and that one turns off straight afterwards too. A lot of unexpected thrills. Right at the end, the person waiting to make sure everyone gets off the boat says “Porky’s just got something he wants to say to you all”. and porky the pig says “the-a-the-a-the-a-the-a that’s all folks!” in what sounds like the oldest sample tape of all time. and everyone was just silent. as if that was the perfect summary for the ride.

The day got a bit better from there in, we went on the spooky coaster ride, which i love, which is just so cute and cool and has some really great parts like where you go up in a elevator type thing in your little scary cart, and then you go down a steep slope backwards, then it’s got a kind of mine-ride thing going on with the 90 degree angles the cart goes around. it’s fun. Then we went on the wild wild west ride. I never fail to scream right before the boat goes over the edge, and the scream ends up getting lodged in my throat very painfully :( . I didn’t see the picture they take of you on the ride, but Beck said it’s like one they’d put up on the wall and use to advertise the ride in the park, because I’ve just got the best expression on my face, and i’ve got my hands up in the air like those people having so much fun on the ads do, so that must have been BEFORE the scream was shoved back down my throat by gravity.

Beck and I then went on the Lethal Weapon, and I got knocked around badly on that one too. It’s not so much of a thrilling ride as one that makes you feel like you’ve just gone three rounds with that guy that bit that other guys’ ear off. I think that analogy would work so much better if i had a decent memory. After the ride, the part of my back where the break is was really painful, and it felt as though there was a knife in my spine cutting through the muscles surrounding it. i had to just sit down and lean against a wall. we had a rest while Ben went on the ride, then went back out to the main street where a parade was happening. It was starting to rain, and beck’s mum was worried we would get caught in a storm on the way home. We left at about 3:30, and got home about 4:20. We got a bit of rain on the way home, nothing too serious.

Beck called me tonight to tell me that she had to take her cat to the emergency vet clinic, and that he had a 40 degree fever and was really sick with a urinary tract infection, that if a cat has it for three days or more they can die from it. She was pretty upset and said the vet said they’d need ot keep her cat overnight for some tests and things, and that it’d cost around $500-$600 to do that. I’m so sure she called me to borrow money. She would never come right out and say it, but she’s done that before and knows that when someone needs something and I can help, I find it really difficult not to offer assistance. This time though, i really couldn’t I felt terrible about her cat, but I don’t have the money anymore. I don’t have my savings at the moment. Not after 2 birthdays (one being mum’s bday, fairly expensive) and easter depleting all my funds. I’ll top it up when I get paid for my overtime next wednesday. I hope Dusty’s alright.

 

The week is FINALLY over. I’m so glad. I’m also so broke. When am I ever going to say “I’m not broke, in fact i’m quite well off”? Probably never, but I’m not cancelling out the possibility of it happening.

A guy I went to school with used to say to me “nothing is IMPOSSIBLE, it can be HIGHLY IMPROBABLE but not IMPOSSIBLE.” So I tried to think of something that was impossible. Something specific like… It’s impossible that I have a glass of acid beside me right now (because I don’t). And it’s also impossible that I’m pouring it on my eyes, and it changes the colour of the iris to green. That’s impossible because it’s not happening. so there. I think I got that one on a technicality… not sure. My brain isn’t working that well right now. I have to backspace on every second word because I’m making so many typos. My over-zealous right hand makes pre-emptive strikes on the keys before my calm, slow-and-steady-wins-the-race left hand has even had a chance to press whatever key it was considering at that particular moment. Sometimes my right hand even tries to substitute letters on the right hand side of the keyboard for the one the left hand is supposed to be pressing, just because it’s faster. I’ll try write a sentence now without pressing backspace once:

MUm is tyaking on the phone right now and it’s making a beeping sound that is really noanoying, because it has a lowe batteriy and just because the pohone is carap. (that’s my non-backspaced sentence. It feels kind of liberating not to use the backspace actually…I think i’ll keep going) she bought a new one today, just another cheapy one , but at least it s better than the one we have now. (hey… that one was alright…)

That stupid search bar popped up again on my brower. browser. I hate it. omg. i just right-cliked on the toolbar and clikced ‘diasable toolbar interface’ and it went away! just like that! I mean, our computer is still riddled with spyware, but i can’t see it any more so for the moment, i don’t hcare! yay! i’m a bit more cheery now.

I would just like to end this entry by saying that I have spend approximately $110.00 in the last two days on easter eggs for friends and family.

 

I’m tired, but still awake. Still nothing doing. I don’t have enough hours in my day, and work is the most inconvenient thing in my life. I need to do this at lunch time, but i only have an hour and i need to do this as well. ergh. And so why do I continue to sign myself up for overtime, when I know it’s just going to take up more of my time? I resent the fact that my entire day is taken up with work, but when there is time where i have choice in being at work, I choose work! I’m a slave for money. I would do anything for money. I need more of it! but I hate it, because i’m so sick of never having enough, always wanting more, always feeling like i’m clawing my way up a slippery wall.

Well… I’ll get over it.

 

I can’t concentrate right now. I think there’s a party up the road, because there is an intermittent bass beat that starts, goes for about 5 minutes (or the length of a song) and then stops. It sounds like really shitty music, techno doof doof crap that some five year old could mix. And it’s really irritating.

We had a move around at work today. Again. I don’t like being uprooted from my place after I had just gotten used to it. Now I’m sitting in amongst the smile people. I’ll probably get more work done, and I guess that’s the idea. But I don’t think that it will be a prolonged period of uber-output. I think I’ll get bored and recalcitrant. I kind of resent being moved again. I don’t think I’ll really ever be the type of person who can talk back to the team leader and challenge decisions. It makes me uneasy. I prefer to see those above me in the heirarchal structure as all-wise, shrewd and experienced decision-makers. Well, only to a certain point.

Agh. The horrible music (if you can even call it that) is making my head ache. I wish I had that remote control like off the coke ad where he’s in the surf and the music coming from his beachhouse is so loud the other guy can’t hear him asking if he wants a coke. I want a remote control to the stereo playing that sleep-depriving club music. I mean seriously, if you want to kill your brain cells with that shit, be my guest. But don’t impose it on others. The lack of a melody can be heard as easily at the medium range of volume as at ear-splitting.

Anyway, i’m tired and agitated by something so far beyond my control (which is why it’s so annoying I suppose). I wish I could really get out what I’m feeling but I can’t. SO i’m not going to try any more.

Except to say something stupid happened and i’ve become disenchanted with the idea of a certain friendship, due to a fault in my nature being played upon by them. I don’t like feeling manipulated. This person knows me too well, and I don’t like being taken advantage of. She’s conniving, but obviously so even if she doesn’t think it’s obvious. It’s so clear.

I’m looking forward to ice skating with Frank and Ang tomorrow. Something fun. I’m going to clear my mind from work and not hold on to hurt feelings. They mess everything up that has potential to be good ^_^

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