About a year and a half ago, I read Doomsday Book by Connie Willis and consequently became fascinated by the Black Death.

The cause of the Black Death has been the subject of much conjecture over the years. To most people “Black Death” is synonymous with “Bubonic Plague”. New research has come to light that the fatalities relating to the Black Death may have been caused by a virus similar to Ebola, or even by anthrax. The reason for the name “Black Death” was not because of acral necrosis, which is the common belief, but because of the dark times that befell the world because of the overabundance of disease and death.

The plague did more than just kill 1/2 to 2/3 of the worlds’ population – it also played a big part in many of the peasant uprisings and increased wages and freedom for the working class in Europe. Due to the shortage of peasants to take care of manual labour, they became a hot commodity and could bargain better deals for themselves. Because the upper- and middle-class were dying off as well, more people from the lower classes were able to move up into higher social standing. This, along with other contributing factors, is one of the purpoted causes of the Great Vowel Shift which caused most of the discrepancy between English spelling and pronunciation. The plague was also instrumental in reducing the Church’s influence on everyday life, as the clerics were unable to cure the sick with their solutions of burning Jewish people, lepers, and those with skin conditions such as acne and psoriasis, people became disillusioned with the Church. Due to the high death rates, untrained clerics were recruited by the Church, resulting in abuse of the sway they held over the general population.

There were three different variations of the plague. First there was the bubonic plague, which caused the lymph nodes to swell and become filled with pus and blood. This was the most common form of the plague seen during the Black Death. Second was the pneumonic plague, which infected the lungs and respiratory system. This was the most contagious form of the disease. Third was septacaemic, which was the most deadly and had close to a 100% mortality rate. Septacaemic plague was a poisoning of the blood and caused disseminated intravascular coagulation – basically, simultaneous clotting of the blood in all the veins in your body.

The bubonic and septacaemic plagues were carried by fleas inhabiting black rats. When the brown rat became the dominant rat in Europe, the plgaue’s effectiveness in perpetuating itself was less successful. Common opinion is that the plague originated in Asia, and first appeared in China in the 1300s. It then spread a trail of death right across Asia and Europe, sometimes leaving whole villages devoid of any life. Ships left ports with hundreds of sailors, only to be found grounded on foreign shores with not a sinlge person left alive to moor the ship. Because death was so commonplace, crying for those who had passed became pointless and subsequently, few tears were shed over death. Bodies were routinely thrown into mass graves, or just piled up outside the town walls.

An interesting effect that the plague has had on the natural selection of genetics for the current population of European nations which were affected from the plague is a genetic mutation/flaw that means 10% of the population has a resistance to HIV. I’m not sure if the link between HIV & the Plague has been discovered yet.

Anyway, I’m tired and I have no idea why this turned into an essay about the plague.

 

Today is Tuesday, but my first day of work for the week, so it’s really my Monday. Monday’s are never usually a good day for me, but when I’m tired they’re noticeably worse. Also when I’m worried about things, work things for example, that can make for a long, unproductive day. But having a decision made to set things in motion to change my current situation makes me feel a little better.

Napoleon kitten is in love with my computer. He’s in love with the cursor, he’s in love with the text running across the screen as I type, and he’s in love with the menus that magically appear when I click on things. Also I think he just wants to be a part of whatever anyone is doing at that point in time that appears mildly interesting. He’s grown a lot since I first got him, but I thought he’d appear heaps bigger when we got back from the weekend away. He’s so soft and purry and beautiful.

Today I feel like staying home, sleeping, and reading. I’m reading Catch 22 at the moment, by Joseph Heller. Noelle is reading it as well, which is what inspired me to go buy it. She got her copy from the shelf at her work, because she was bored and had nothing to read on the train. When she was over at my place, she started telling me about it, and it sounded so weird that I had to get it. It’s so funny! And weird. Here is the Book-a-minute version of it (not that I agree with their summarisation of the entire thing, because I’m not even thinking about the anti-war aspect of the book, I’m just enjoying the odd conversations and ridiculous things everyone does and says.)

We’ve been at Yamba all weekend, and it rained for two & a half out of the four days we were there (Saturday, Sunday, and half of Monday). Still, on Monday Christian managed to get some nice shots of main beach, while the sun was shining for at little while. Also we drove to Grafton, and had a look at the Jacarandas in full bloom. We went to See Park. I haven’t been there in ages, and was trying to remember where it was. I didn’t remember it being right next to the Waterslide, but there were lots of things that surprised me about Grafton. The huge new Bunnings, for example, and the new Catherine McAuley College… I guess the kids won’t be able to sneak out to KFC anymore, or wag off and go to Shoppingworld!

 

This was a bulletin post… but I don’t want to force people to re-post if they don’t like filling out stupid surveys.

1. How tall are you barefoot?
5′9… or 5′8… I can’t remember. Maybe I’ve shrunk.

2. Have you ever smoked heroin?
No…

3. Do you own a gun?
No. I own a pirate sword though

4. Who’s your true friend?
Noelle

5. Do you get nervous before “meeting the parents”?
Hmmm… it depends on the situation and the relationship.

6. What do you think of hot dogs?
They used to be awesome from Wendy’s at Grafton Shopping World when I was in school.

7. What’s your favorite Christmas song?
The First Noel.

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Chai :) or juice

9. Can you do push ups?
Yes, but not too many because my broken/healed arm isn’t very stable.

10. Is your bathroom clean?
Clean enough, I would like to wipe down the sink though.

11. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry?
My green cameo necklace. I hardly ever wear it though, as atm I don’t have that many green clothings to go with it.

12. Do you like painkillers?
I like the effect they have on pain. I don’t take them that often.

13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
I’ve said this before I think… why must you term it as “weapon”? Can’t we all just be friends? This isn’t a war you know!

14. Do you own a knife?
a PIRATE SWORD. GOSH.

15. Do you have A.D.D.?
No. I have a problem with not being able to stop paying attention to something. I have too much attention sometimes. Like now, for instance, when I should be getting ready to go to work. I’m going to be late!

16. Middle Name?
Marie

17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?
- what time will i have to finish work today
- i wonder if the traffic is going to be bad from that road thingy
- ouch napoleon!

18. Name the last 3 things you have bought:
- milk
- honeydew melon milk tea
- sandwich (yesterday at lunch)

19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink:
- chai
- pineapple juice + water
- coke zero

20. What time did you wake up today?
5:05AM

22. Current worry?
work

23. Current hate?
see above

24. Favorite place to be?
that’s a secret

25. Least favorite place to be?
um… in the city at the bus stop when i’ve just missed the bus and I have to wait for the next one.

26. Where would you like to go?
Vietnam, Hungary, Russia, Korea, Thailand… Yamba! Well, at least I get to go there this weekend :)

27. Do you own slippers?
No :( I wore socks all through winter time. I kept meaning to get slippers, but never got around to it.

28. What shirt are you wearing?
Red polka-dots with a black singlet over the top.

29. Do you burn or tan?
Burn. I used to tan easily, but now I’m too pale.

30. Favorite color(s)?
Deep, verdant green.

31. Would you be a pirate?
O’ course ye scupperin’ scoundrel!

32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?
Friday night

33. What songs do you sing in the shower?
Whatever is on my mind at that moment

34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
I wasn’t really afraid of the dark. I preferred a dark room to one with a night light. A year ago I was afraid of zombies.

35. What’s in your pockets right now?
I don’t have pockets

36. Last thing that made you laugh?
Christian’s drawing of Link puppy

37. Best bed sheets you had as a child?
The hot-air balloon ones

38. Worst injury you’ve ever had?
my broken arm. Or back. But I think arm was worse because i had to have surgery for that.

40. How many TVs do you have in your house?
4

41. Who is your loudest friend?
I’d probably be loudest amongst my friends.

42. Who is your most silent friend?
No one’s really silent… maybe Frank?

43. Does someone have a crush on you?
Like anyone can even know that Napoleon!

44. Do you wish on shooting stars?
If I see one, and if I remember that you can wish on them. Most of the time I just say “oooh! cool!” and i’m not thinking about wishing for anything. Seeing a shooting star is pretty special in itself.

45. What is your favorite book?
ummmm Harry Potters are good, but also I like Year of Wonders, Doomsday Book…

46. What is your favorite candy?
turkish delight

47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding?
’sif I’ve planned a wedding song!

48. What song do you want played at your funeral?
No idea…

49. What were you doing at 12 AM last night?
sleeping, perchance to dream!

50. What was the First thing you thought of when you woke up this morning??
what time is it? Can i go back to sleep…?

 

There are some odd things. I’m dealing. With. Today.

I feel like I’ve stepped into an alternate universe. Is it just me that the world doesn’t make sense to? Maybe I need psychological reconditioning.

I just finished reading “Brave New World”. It’s a disturbing book. No happy endings allowed. But then again, it’s not as if I read books based on whether or not they have happy endings. Sometimes happy endings are just… ridiculous. And they don’t fit in with the story. Take that movie AI for example. How did the ending of that fit in with anything? But then again, I really hated 21 grams because of the ending. Or maybe just the whole thing. I can’t remember. It wasn’t that it was a bad movie per se; just that it was so horrible. Everything that happened was horrible. I hate living in a world where things like that happen.

Calum and I were at Broadway today, having lunch, and some woman behind us just started talking so loudly. It was the loudest talking volume you can have without it being called yelling. Calum said, “go back to Burpengary” but I don’t think they heard. Lucky! Then, when we were walking through to King George Square, we were just talking and Calum said, “shut up” to me. I can’t remember what it was for. But there were some people walking past and one of them said “YOU shut up!” and they all sort of sniggered. Calum said, “go back to Burpengary!” to them too! I think I might have sworn at them as well but I can’t really remember. I was laughing so hard. Then Calum made a comment about them not having any teeth. That was funny too. We’re such fascists.

My weekend was fairly uneventful. Highlight would probably have to be random jagerbombs at Christian & Glenn’s place on Friday night… then random chicken wings, then random anchorman, then random sleep. And a random shoehorn hanging on their stairs. Gosh, so random! Then Saturday morning was Yum Cha in the valley (where else would one have yum cha?) where we waited and waited and waited for shark fin dumplings, because Christian is in love with them and wants to marry them and have like ten million of their babies. Not really, but they are delicious. When I got home I had to straight away cab into the city to catch a train out to Sandgate, then get a lift from Sandgate with Beck’s mum to Murrumba Downs for Beck’s housewarming. I felt a bit out-of-place there. Everyone else was married and had babies, and the boys were all in the garage playing pool and talking about baseball, and the women were all out under the patio talking about babies. Tanya (beck’s little sister) and I sat in the lounge room and watched the Simple Life. Then it was a rush to get back to the train station in time to catch the train back to the city. I ended up getting off at Brunswick street, and Chris picked me up and we went back to mine.

Then we went back to his place and drank three quarters of a bottle of vodka between us (and spilled half of that on the bench). And went out to someone’s birthday party at Glass in the Valley. I didn’t know the person whose party we were going to, but it was fun anyway. Patrick, Mutwa’s new bf, was really nice.

The weird part about the night was that I had stopped drinking before we even left Chris’ place, and I didn’t drink anything more all night, but I just kept getting more and more drunk. In the end, I felt like I was either going to pass out or throw up, so Chris made me make a video of him being funny by running up and down some stairs and then he walked me to a cab. In the video I’m really sickeningly drunk, and Chris says to me, “How do you feel?” and I fall against the wall and say, “Like SHIT!” So bad.

Sunday I still felt unwell, and so I just lazed around and in the afternoon I looked through old photos and notebooks.

That was my weekend.

So, what’s next on the agenda? Tuesday? Wow! How unusual. You say it always comes after Monday? Wowee! That’s amazing!

Anyways, I’m going to go … do something else. Pfft. whatever!

 

I think if I were a character in Brave New World, I would be extolling the virtues of Soma even more than Lenina. Especially for girls. Because, what can we do when our hormones are acting crazy? Just cry and make things difficult for everyone?

Why does everything have to seem so difficult at the moment? Everything is a big deal. Like, I can’t find my bra omg where is it!???? It has to be here! My life is over! Or… omg no one is answering their phones!! Or… omg I didn’t get an sms!!! Omg shut UP!

I’m drinking kahlua and coke zero, and it tastes good. I think the kahlua is really old, but it’s alcohol so it’s ok. I feel like a character from an old pirate story, swilling rum. Arrr me hearties! It’s International Talk Like A Pirate Day! I forgot! (Until now that is). I could have been talking like a pirate all day, and no one could chastise me or make fun of me for it! My one opportunity, gone in the confusion of over-tiredness. Gosh!

I just read a story about St. Eustace, and it sounded like something that would happen to the Flanders’s on The Simpsons. St. Eustace was walking through a forest one day when he happened upon a stag (male deer for those of you who aren’t so well-versed with the whole animal terms in the animal kingdom and etc) who held a cross in his antlers. I have no idea why, he just did. These stories have no reasons for anything, you understand. So anyway, that experience made St. Eustace convert to Christianity. It didn’t help him one bit! First, his wife got stolen by pirates, then his son got stolen by lions AND bears (oh my!). They ended up being reunited though. But then, Hadrian, the Emperor of Rome at the time, found out about his conversion and persecuted St. Eustace and his family for refusing to worship idols (like Australian Idol. As if you would expect anyone to worship that. Well, maybe if you were a Channel 10 executive. But as if, if you were actually living in the REAL WORLD, you would expect anyone to worship that. When I was in an advert for something that was showing on Channel 10, and we got some advert producer to come down and oversee the whole thing {back when I was 17 and drank some very good beer I purchased with a fake id. my name was Brian Magee.} and I said how much I hated the infomercials, especially that one about that cooker thing that cooked everything INCLUDING corn bread and chilli! And he said, “oh I quite like them, I don’t think they’re a waste of time at all, they’re very informative!” Yeah, if you’re naive or an IDIOT! Lawl) by throwing them in a pit with wild animals that were supposed to tear them all to pieces, but St. Eustace and his family ended up taming the animals, and Emperor Hadrian ended up just throwing them in a brass furnace shaped like a bull. Random. Welcome to Hell, ye olde underworlde, where all your imagined imaginings of life after death are either verified or stomped into the red-hot-dust.

So, yeah. Tonight was fun. I am now writing this after returning home from the party. Tomorrow night I have a party at Noelle’s place, where you can either wear white & gold or black & silver. I’m going with black and silver because actually I don’t own anything that’s gold. Apart from jewellery. Actually, I guess I could do white and gold, but it wouldn’t be pure white and gold and I’m pretty sure Noe would pull me up on that one. But I have such lovely gold jewellery! Maybe I will.

Did you know that everyone has an uncle Trevor? I have an actual uncle Trevor, not a fake one. He’s real. He’s married to Judy and they have three kids: Mark, Nicole & Abbey. I’m bored and tired. I’m going to go to bed. GOODNIGHT!

 

I have THE sorest throat on record. On my record, that is. I don’t know about anyone else’s. They gotta take care of they own business. It was really difficult to concentrate at work today. I was helping Mel track, and at the start I just felt like I was falling into a pit of never-ending boredom and despair. And tedium. Oh the tedium. But after a while, I just switched to autopilot, and let my thoughts wander.

I’ve been reading “Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley. Even though the lives of the people that the book is written in the point of view of are really good, there’s this strange insidious undercurrent running through it that makes me feel sort of anxious. It’s the same way I feel when I think I can hear my alarm (the beep beep beep beep!). Especially if I’m already awake. It’s almost like I have Matrix moments where I think, “but if that’s my alarm…. what am I doing here?” Once, when I was doing work experience at the vets, I woke up and thought that I was still at the vet’s surgery. I stood up, and the room was pitch black, and I thought I had fallen asleep on the silver table they put the animals on. I was so afraid, and I kept thinking, “How can I still be here? Why didn’t someone notice that I hadn’t gone home?”

It was so incredibly real. So I walked around my room, feeling the walls and trying to find the door. It wasn’t where I thought it should be, and I knocked some things off my shelf (in the state I was in, I thought they were medicine bottles). Eventually I found my door handle, and suddenly I realised that I was at home. I think I was sleep walking. My subconscious mind had managed to convince my conscious mind that I was somewhere completely different to where I actually was. Apparently I do that a lot though – get up and walk around in my sleep. So I’ve probably done that dozens of times, but just not remembered.

Maybe I went back to bed before I woke myself up. It was a horrible shock though, and I understand why the rule is not to wake people who are sleepwalking.

I was thinking today about Thursday night, when me, Wil & Chris went out for dinner at a Chinese place in the Valley. Afterwards we went to the Beat, and there we met some guy who was trying to convince us he was straight. But he was at the Beat, on a Thursday night, alone, his wife at home by herself… a likely story. Anyway, he ended up making out with Chris’s trannie friend to prove that he wasn’t gay, except that he didn’t know she was a trannie. NEVER make out with anyone at the Beat that you don’t know. I never make out with anyone at the Beat FULL STOP. But that’s because I’m kind of just an anachronism (as true straight people at the Beat are), I’m only there to hang out with my friends and have fun. In any case, I couldn’t care less whether that guy was gay or straight. Who was he trying to convince? I have blank parts in my mind from that night. A couple of things Chris later told me I said to him I have no memory of. And when Chris and I got home, we were both ridiculously sick. We had been sharing drinks all night (Chris would buy one, then I would buy one, and so on, and we’d share one drink between us) because we were povo, so I was thinking perhaps someone put something in our drink. I’ve never been that sick before – not even on the night before my birthday, when I drank vodka, then beer, then wine, then vodka… and so on. And lots more than I had to drink on Thursday night. Chris and I have both established that it wasn’t the quantity of alcohol we drank that made us so sick. Wil wasn’t sick so it shouldn’t have been the food. So…

Calum has introduced me to the character “Lauren” from the Catherine Tate show (which I didn’t even know existed! For shame!) Here are some youtubes:

What are you wearing?

Are you gay, sir?

Bing bing

Are you calling my mum poor?

Things from today:

* Am I bovvered?
* Pointing and laughing at random pigeons in King George Square
* Trying to decide if we knew the guy sitting on the edge of the Watersense garden at KGS
* Calum’s exasperated, “why do you always pick things up off the ground?” Which to me sounded like a parent admonishing a naughty child, and I’ve been laughing about it since.
* The emails today….
* Chicken soup for sick kids Ben, Chrissie & Calum
* My arm is doing extremely well ^_^. According to physio. Apparently, much better than most people at the 2 month post-op point.

I saw them dismantling the Ekka today on my way home. Does that mean that everyone should be feeling better by next week? It’s not the Ekka’s fault that it brings such pestilence, I know. It’s the carnies.

I wonder if that’s too un-pc?

 

Bloggity blog blog blog.

Red Riders are an awesome band (from what I’ve heard of them, anyway). I’ve currently got “I think you’re blind” on repeat…. dananana dananana…. on media player and also in my head.

My arm is hurting. I think because of the cold, but I’m not sure. I was supposed to have an orthopedic appointment today but didn’t get to go because of how much had to be done: Kathryn couldn’t have morning tea until after 11am because she had a meeting from 10-11. Kudos have to go to Calum for preparing all the food… He’s a whizz in the kitchen! heehee.

I worry about Rosie. Especially after she told me about the police pulling her and Timmy up the other day (even if it was only about train tickets and they did only get a warning) because authority figures like to target kids like her and make examples out of them!

I don’t actually have anything interesting to write about. Life’s pretty boring. Oooh oooh! I know something exciting! I’m getting a new laptop through work. I’m still keeping this laptop, so i’m going to make a little computer city (aka in some circles as a NETWORK) in my room. Yay. Little computer city. The little computer people who work in the green cities on the motherboard will be able to go and visit each other’s houses, and the new computer people won’t lord the fact that they are superior over the old computer people, because everything has it’s place in the universe.

Calum and I have been quoting the episode of the simpsons with mr sparkle in it prolifically at work. Kirra finds it irritating. Kirratating. We say “You have many question, Mr Sparkeru!” and the other things… “hello, american investor!” “I AM DISRESPECTFUL TO DIRT!” funny. But not too much today because it was Kirra’s birthday. She got two huge bunches of flowers, one from me and one from mel. And Mel baked a cake for her to have with morning tea, and she and I decorated it with smarties, marshmallows, pink cocktail umbrellas and pink cocktail straws with flamingoes on them. It was an awesome cake. haha.

Today I got: Smoosh’s album (She Like Electric), We <3 Katamari, and the book of the script to Napoleon Dynamite. Oh plus some little baby data discs, and some CDRWs.

LOL I have the phone in my room and I think Rosie might be looking for it. Haha.

I wanted to put katamari on the bottom of this blog entry in the “playing (game)” thing, but the search box takes soooooo long to load and it’s just annoying. So I’m just going to leave it. Imagine Rosie asking me if I could cook her dinner! Imagine!

 

The title is true, but I didn’t ride the train after dark tonight, I caught a cab. I don’t know where Nichol’s Park is, but I’m not afraid of it. I don’t like walking past schools at night though, there’s something eerie about a deserted schoolyard, full of shadows, darkness and silence. It’s like the school undergoes a transformation as soon as night sets in, a perfidious metamorphosis… there’s some malevolence that lies dormant in the bright light of day. Maybe this notion has just come about from reading that book “The Gathering”. That was creepy. But then again, you couldn’t walk past South High at night because that was where the bad kids hung out, and the gangs, and the drug dealers etc, and I think someone got beaten to death there once. Or it might have been an animal. Or maybe I made that up in my head.

I met up with Maria after work today. We had dinner with Chong wen (I really don’t know how to spell her name) and Sherry (I don’t know how to spell her name either, so I’m pretty much typing phonetically). They had some amazing stories. Chong Wen is working for New York City College, lecturing in music and doing research on the side into the psychology of music and musicians, and also performing in concerts all around the world. She’s perfoming here on Saturday so hopefully I get to go and see her play (she’s a pianist). It was the first time Maria had seen Chong Wen & Sherry in 11 years, as that is how long Chong Wen has been in New York. But apparently none of them look any different. That’s amazing… 11 years! I think people who knew me 11 years ago wouldn’t recognise me now, but I guess that’s a bit different seeing as I’m only 22. But to think, that none of them changed very much from their 20s to their 30s…

Well. I’m almost 23. That’s scary.

Mum’s birthday first. She’s … hahah I can’t even remember how old she is. 50-something. Why does age stop being so easy to remember as you get older? I can remember Ro’s or Lauren’s age instantly, but ask me mum or dad’s and I falter and sometimes have to do the whole “2006 – 1954… oh was that the year mum was born???” So it’s mum’s birthday tomorrow. I got her: PJs (because winter is closing in on us… Now is the winter of our discontent “oh no! Run!”), an art book, a cd (simon & garfunkel because she’s always going on about how she used to have a simon & garfunkel cd but it went missing. Every few months or so you’ll be asked, “Do you have my simon & garfunkel cd? It’s gone missing.” “No mum, I’ve never had your simon & garfunkel cd.”), some new lights for the deck. I couldn’t afford anything more. So i’ve got to wake everyone up early tomorrow morning because I’m the one that leaves earliest, and we have to do the whole presents and birthday thing before I leave. I’m sure they’ll all be really impressed when I give them a wake up call at 5:30am.

Hopefully I can get some more work done tomorrow than I did today. Bloody meetings. I could care less about annual profit margins and market shares. Oooh if this was 1984 I’d probably be sent for re-education.

 

Sun was shining again today. It was pleasantly cool in the morning, but by the afternoon it was humid again. The forecast said it will rain tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday… they apparently can’t predict as far as Friday, but never mind because they’ll get it wrong anyway. I live my life for rainy days.

I cooked dinner tonight (a rare occurrence!). We’re supposed to take it in turns cooking meals throughout the week, but lately it’s just been each person for themselves. Or else two people will make something for two people, and whoever else is there misses out. But tonight I made a proper meal. I went out to the grocery store at lunch time, and I chose ingredients, and even though I worked overtime, and Noelle and I got home later than expected due to missing the bus due to us holding cups of tea and the bus driver closing the door and driving off, I still managed to get everything together in reasonable time. Good. And it was nice!

I dyed my hair on Saturday, and I wasn’t sure what the reaction would be at work since the parts that aren’t black are really bright. First of all, Spike said, “Oh you dyed your hair red”. I said it wasn’t red. Kirra said, “You dyed your hair mulberry.” Boss said “You dyed your hair purple.” It’s not any of those. The colour was actually raspberry, though obviously lots of people see colours differently. Like Lauren will often say something is blue when it’s so obviously green. When we were at a Chinese Restaurant in London, there was a Chinese embroidered shirt hanging on the wall and it was like the colour of grass but darker, and I said it was pretty, and Lauren said, “oh that blue one over there?” So I didn’t know which one she was talking about, and I thought she was looking at something different to what I was. Anyway, that was dumb because it was green. So green.

Work tomorrow. I am going to go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight (I always say that!). What is a reasonable hour though? Who decides that? I don’t know why, but that reminds me, of when we were on our tour and people kept saying to me “Don’t play with your food.” and I would say, “why? Why not play with my food? You tell me why and I won’t.” But no one ever knew why. Why? And, “Didn’t your mum ever tell you not to play with your food?” yes, but why? I think I made a smiley face on my plate in Paris. It’s just that when there’s potato on there, and other things I can’t eat, there’s nothing to do while everyone else is eating theirs. And they’re just going to throw it out anyway. People just make up rules and then follow them for the sake of it.

So. I’m going to read some more of my book and then go to sleep. Sleeeeep. It’s so nice now that I have real pillows! Oooh I just remembered that we get a holiday in May! And all the family is going to be there! In Townsville! And lucky it’s May, because then it won’t be too hot. And we’ll get to see all the cousins and the aunts and uncles and everyone! And I get time off work! So good. And then I’m not allowed to take any more holidays until the end of the year. Please remind me blog. Don’t let me be tempted by all the possible long weekends stretched out before me on the calendar. I can make it through!

I’ve still got two special needs leave days anyway. Oh and I have to organise that day that I went home halfway through! I forgot all about that. Team Leader hasn’t said anything to me about it, but maybe she will in our next one-on-one. I just have to organise it. Every time they know I’m talking to dad, or about him, they say to me, “Don’t stress, don’t worry about it, it’s not your responsibility.” Even if I don’t look or sound or act stressed at all. It’s not my responsibility!

I’m so irresponsible.

And I am working again this weekend. I wonder if anyone’s going out Friday night. That could be fun. I hope they are. But I’m not sure if there’s an occasion for it… Penny’s engagement party is coming up soon too, but that’s after my birthday. The weekend after my birthday. So my birthday is coming up soon that means. Mum’s is first though. What am I gonna get her? Nooooo idea!!! At least I won’t be completely broke. The overtime should go some way further to paying off my credit card (I’m halfway there! Yippee!) And then I’ll get overtime pay again the next week. That will be good. But then there’s no more on offer after this week, so that will be the end of it. Then it will be my birthday. What to do? I could make everyone go to the zoo again, I could make that my birthday thing, that was fun. And something everyone can enjoy, apart from people who don’t like animals, but they can go have a cry about it. Hahahaa or I could make everyone go to the Art Gallery, and Roshard would either cry, or never speak to me again, or both.

I looked on a job site on the weekend, and found a job the same as mine in London, and it was 20-30GBP/Hr. That’s so awesome! That’s more than what I earn in dollars! Crazy. You could work over there, earn a heap of money and live in some crappy little apartment or bedsit and just go on holidays all over the world! That would be so amazing. I wonder how different the work would be in England. Kirra thinks not so much, as our titles would be based on theirs because we were colonised by them, and they would have created the land titling system. I’d agree with this, seeing as we have counties and parishes, which seem like an odd thing to have since use council divisions, not counties. They’re just superfluous, leftovers from olden days. But I like that. And I like when you find a really old title, like 1800s, the paper is so delicate and the entire thing is written in caligraphic handwriting, and they have information on there like the owners occupation (womens occupation is usually married woman, spinster, or widow) and they describe things as romantically as legalese would allow, which is much more than it would be nowadays. At the titles office they have the very first title of QLD (now cancelled of course) that was something like Volume 1, Folio 1, back in the days when they used Volumes and Folios in Queensland. It’s framed and hanging on the wall. I don’t know why I’m writing about this in such a fascinated way. It’s just work.

I’m going to bed.

 

Perhaps you may now officially refer to me as a *nerd*. The cause for this being that I just uploaded 27 pictures from the Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire promo shots I have in My Pictures folder in my computer, and also added comments for them all… I can’t help what I love, people! You do what you can in this crazy world, if something helps you get by you grab hold of it with both hands.. .then upload it to your myspace.

I just read something that pissed me off. And I shall reveal this newly gleaned information tomorrow when i make my glorious return to my place of employment, and perhaps make a few people say “That’s not right! So unfair!” and I will reply “No, it isn’t right, and yes, it is unfair. There appears to be nothing we can do about this great injustice.” I’m extremely disappointed about this, to say the very least. This has destroyed my faith in certain people, and my respect for them has also gone out the window. I also read a few other things that made me laugh out loud, but still didn’t make up for the disgust I felt upon reading the terrible news. I have no idea why this information would have been flaunted like this, for certain people to stumble across and become upset. Well, what’s done is done and can’t be undone.

I have a terrible headache. It comes and goes, so I guess a positive is that at least it’s not constant. My back aches also, and I am so tired. I stayed up so late on Saturday night, all because of the alcoholics from the halfway house down the street and my overactive imagination. I feel so unsafe here. I’m glad we’re moving, though December seems like so far away. I’m sure the time will fly. Time flies when you have responsibilities and a timeframe. I have to get my passport organised. It’s not like I haven’t tried – I got my birth certificate, I just have to get a photo now. I’ll get one next week, because I’m getting my hair done this Friday. Ooh! Nightwatch comes out this weekend! I think…

Yes, yes it does! awesome :D

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