Could you please stop releasing the same song just with different lyrics and pretending it’s a brand new masterpiece?
Also, that egghead guy’s voice makes Rosie frustrated because he can’t go high enouh to sufficiently convey the emotion through the music.
Get a real job, nancies!
I haven’t been able to access my Gmail account since day before yesterday, and it’s starting to annoy me. It’s very inconvenient. The odd part is, I can see the summary of my inbox on my personalised Google homepage, but as soon as I click on any of the links to access it, no dice. I did a google search for “gmail down”, and came up with a google user group which was set up to let people know when Gmail is down so that they don’t go crazy and think it’s them. I could access this site yesterday, but today the page won’t load. Several other possible links that I might like to view for reassurance are also not displaying. I’m wondering what’s going on. Anyone have any idea?
On a brighter note, this long weekend has been FUN. Friday I hung out with Tim. Saturday afternoon Ro & I had breakfast in the Valley with Chris & Doonz and checked out the markets. Saturday evening, dad came up from Yamba and we had Indian take-out from Scheherezade Restaurant in Morningside (they are really good), and then we went out to John & Pai & Dan’s housewarming. It was really good to catch up with Pai (who I haven’t seen in aaaages) and John, and meet new people etc.
We left the party to go to Lolly’s bday celebrations in the Valley at about 12:30am. These had started off at Mustang Bar, but by that time had migrated to 299. I’ve been to 299 a few times, and the very first time we went (around the time of my birthday last year) it was so much fun. The next couple of times I went there, however, the only music they played was dirgy crap (I am very aware that it’s an emo club). This time though, it was more of how it had been that very first time. They played lots of fun songs. As we were leaving, “Take Me Out” by Franz Ferdinand started playing, and Lauren, Nathan & I went back upstairs again to dance 
.
I, as per usual, drunkenly stated my intention of walking home rather than wait in line for a cab for an hour. Nathan & Lauren ended up convincing me to go back to their place and stay in their spare room, since we would be going over to their place for lunch Easter Sunday anyway. So, we got back to theirs at about 3:00am, and didn’t end up getting to sleep until 4:30am, because we started playing Singstar and I guess that time flies when you’re drunk and having fun doing stupid shit. (I will almost never play Singstar when I am sober – it’s about as awkward to me as watching Mr. Bean. I’m not sure why…)
I woke up at about 7:00am feeling tired but otherwise fine (I love my liver). Lauren was fine too, but Nathan was pretty sick, and didn’t make it to church with the others. Dad ended up coming over and picking me up so I could go home and get changed into fresh clothes, and maybe have a nap before lunchtime.
Lunch was nice. Lauren made caesar salad, Glynis cooked a quiche and potato salad, and also cheesecake for dessert (I can has cheezcake?). We went home at about 2:30pm. I had a shower and laid down on my bed to read for a bit, but fell asleep almost immediately and didn’t wake up again until 6:30pm, when Dad had already left to drive Rosie to work then head back down the Coast. I’m a bit sad that I didn’t get to say goodbye to him before he left.
Ever wondered what a melted wheelie bin would look like? While on our way from the car to the mall for breakfast on Saturday, I spotted this in a carpark beside the footpath, just down from the Tibetan kitchen. “Those beers are from my work!” Rosie said. “Someone got drunk at my work and then came here and set this bin on fire!”. That’s lame.
This is the little gingy cat that lives in Abuklea Street, near the Wilston train station. I usually see it on my way to the train in the mornings, and sometimes in the afternoons. In the afternoons, it is on the other side of the road. It’s smart because it knows which side of the road to be on at which time of day to get pats. It’s really friendly. If you go near it, it will miaow and wait for you to pat it.
So now it’s Monday. I’ve got quite a bit to do today (washing, cleaning etc) before work tomorrow. I think I should get started. I’ll probably post some more later today, but for now I’m going to put some laundry on
I thought I’d compare my answers to this random blog survey from a while ago to how I would answer the questions today. The “Then” answers are from sometime in 2001. About six years ago now
1. IF YOU COULD GO BACK AND GIVE BIRTH TO YOURSELF, WHAT WOULD YOU NAME YOU?
Then: I find saskia pretty unusual, and i always think it suits me for some reason… yeah. saskia.
Now: I can’t imagine having any other name than Cass. Actually, I can imagine it, but if I do it’s just like me thinking “this name so doesn’t suit me!”. Also, what’s the deal with giving birth to yourself? Doubleyouteeeff!!one
2. WHAT TWO ADJECTIVES WOULD YOU USE TO DESCRIBE THE FOLLOWING:
YOUR INTELLECT:
Then: useful, interesting
Now: insatiable, dormant
YOUR SEX LIFE:
Then: boring, fucked (ha… how ironic)
Now: Just right
YOUR ATTITUDE:
Then: weird, happy
Now: hyper, casual
YOUR SPIRITUALITY:
Then: personal, original
Now: still undiscovered
YOUR PASSIONS:
Then: beautiful, individual
Now: obscure, undefined
YOUR FAMILY:
Then: unique, brilliant
Now: strong, unique
YOUR FRIENDS:
Then: great but absent
Now: supportive, appreciated
3. TO GET RIGHT TO THE MEAT…IF YOU HAD THE OPTION OF BUMPIN UGLIES WITH ANYONE YOU KNOW PERSONALLY…WHO WOULD IT BE?
Then: I really don’t understand the whole ‘bumpin uglies’ term. but um… at the moment, i don’t know anyone well enough to want to ‘bump uglies’ with… ask me last week and i would have said… oh you don’t want to know
Now: Just one person right now. I generally don’t look around at my friends and think “gosh I’d really like to root you.”
ANY MUSICIAN?
Then: anyone tall, dark, cute… with olive skin and beautiful eyes… who fits that description? I don’t really take that much notice of what musicians look like… i’m too busy listening to their music
Now: Oh um… Paul Banks (Interpol); Julian Casablancas (The Strokes); any one of The Kooks; Trent Reznor (NIN… and he sort of reminds me of Snape from HP – Alan Rickman); Kele Okereke (Bloc Party).
ANY ACTOR?
Then: Oh yeah, Logan from dark angel… michael weatherly. Or Hugh Jackman.. he is sooo sexy.
Now: Noel Fielding from The Mighty Boosh; Richard Kahan from The 4400; McGee or Dinozzo from NCIS
ANY WRITER?
Then: That would be a bit sad wouldn’t it? the only male writers that I admire (whose books I read) are much too old.
Now: Hmmmm still no.
4. IF YOU COULD BRING ANYONE BACK FROM THE DEAD TO DO THE HORIZONTAL BOP WITH, WHO WOULD IT BE?
Then: ew… bring people back from the dead? that sounds gross…necrophaelia or something…
Now: Yeah… still not a necrophiliac.
5. IF YOU COULD REPLACE ANY MEMBER OF ANY BAND, DEAD OR LIVING, WHOSE PLACE WOULD YOU TAKE?
Then: I wouldn’t want to replace any members of a band.. except for if the person i was replacing was really bad and it would be an improvement… but that’d be embarrassing. My non-existent reputation would really take a beating.
Now: I wouldn’t want to replace any member of a band, except maybe for one night just to pretend to play guitar and really i’m just going “strum strum strum!” really enthusiastically. Only it’s not plugged in. So no one can hear it. But only once.
6. IF YOU COULD LIVE THE LIFE OF ANY CHARACTER IN ANY MOVIE, WHOSE LIFE WOULD YOU LIVE?
Then: I’m going to cheat in this one… i want to be max from the dark angel pilot episode, which was also released as a single movie… or else i’d want to be jen from crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Now: I really like my life. Maybe I would like to play the lead role in the movie of my life.
ANY BOOK?
Then: I’d love to be Sayuri from Memoirs of a Geisha, just to wear all those beautiful Kimino…
Now: Either Penelope or Charlotte from The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets (Eva Rice), Kivrin from Doomsday Book (Connie Willis), Liyana from Habibi (Naomi Shihab-Nye), Ginny from Harry Potter
ANY TV SHOW?
Then: Max from DARK ANGEL! stupid question… To make it a bit more interesting, i’d also like to be maya from just shoot me… the whole journalism thing attracts me… but i wouldn’t be so annoyingly moralistic
Now: Still Max from Dark Angel, and also Abby from NCIS
7. IF YOU WERE TO TITLE YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD THE TITLE BE?
Then: “The essence of Mary”… or “I narrowly missed a bear” or “I’m not a bad driver – these are just my oranges”
Now: Super Freak, maybe… or Nerd Central. Or maybe “I can has a life?” and then, underneath that, “No, you can’t has a life – Not yours (pointing to a picture of a life)”
8. WHAT SONG, IF ANY, IS SO PERSONAL TO YOU THAT YOU COULD HAVE WRITTEN IT?
Then: Bic Runga, Sway… I always relate so well to that song.. especially if i have a crush on someone when i hear it… ^_^
Now: Pretty much if any song relates to any sort of emotionality, or even if it doesn’t, I will find a way to relate it to my life and feel emotional about it (either positive or negative). That’s sort of the reason that I listen to music. That and that it rocks.
9. WHAT MOVIE, IF ANY, DO YOU WISH YOU HAD WRITTEN?
Then: Hmm.. tough one. Oh, I wish i had written dogma, cause that was such a funny movie and i wish i could take credit for it. Jay and silent bob crack me up.
Now: Any of my favourite movies. But then again, I wonder if I could really have enjoyed them as much as I did if I actually came up with them?
10. WHAT BOOK, IF ANY, DO YOU WISH YOU HAD WRITTEN?
Then: Habibi, by Naomi Shihab Nye, because it’s a beautiful book and i could read it a million times without getting tired of it.
Now: Probably Harry Potter, because then I would know the ending.
11. IF YOU WERE TO LIST THE ESSENTIAL QUALTIES OF YOUR PERFECT LOVER, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?
Then: Sensitive but not to the point of being annoying, able to take control, be caring, understanding, strong (not necessarily physically, although it would help) someone that i love and understand, and who loves and understands me… or at least, who likes me back. Am i naive or what??? lol.
Now: Strength (inner strength – emotionally, strength of character, strength of convictions), openness, sense of adventure, funny, weird, interesting
12. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND RELIVE ANY PORTION OF YOUR HISTORY, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Then: *I’ve edited this, because it goes on for a bit and it’s annoying*
Now: Nussink, I am me because of the choices I have made and the things I have experienced.
13. IF YOU WERE A PAWN SHOP ITEM, WAITING PATIENTLY TO BE REDEEMED, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?
Then: a pokemon trading card… or a beanie baby toy… or some useless crap like that. I don’t know why… just what came into my head.
Now: I’d probably be a game console… “pick me! Pick me! I’m so much fun! Come and play!”
14. IF YOU WERE A REFRIGERATOR, WHAT SORT OF MAGNETS WOULD YOU STICK TO YOURSELF?
Then: Definitely the ones that say “Be smart, use public transport, and GO CAT GO!” which are advertising queensland public transport. my sister has them on her fridge. I’d also have all the free magnets that you get from places like traveland and the video store.
Now: The same magnets that are on our fridge now. Angela Anaconda, brightly coloured letter magnets so you can write things like “Rosie eatz dick”.
15. IF YOU WERE A CLOCK WHAT TIME WOULD YOU BE?
Then: 6:54am
Now: 8:20pm
16. ARE YOU SICK OF THESE QUESTIONS YET
Then: well, if i was i wouldn’t keep going. it was my choice to do this survey wasn’t it? least i think it was my choice…
Now: Still a dumb question.
17. HOW MANY SURREALISTS DOES IT TAKE TO SCREW IN A LIGHTBULB?
Then: stuff the surrealists… i could make a good joke out of that one: “they didn’t have enough to go around” or something.
Now: Dripping wax melted cartoon face.
I’m in love with Dashboard, Modest Mouse’s new song. I forgot how much I liked their music, because I listened to it too much when I first got into it and then I got bored. BORING! It sucks that their new album isn’t out yet. I want Red Riders album “Replica Replica” as well.
It’s so hot. I have vague memories of different ways I’ve coped with the heat over the years. It’s really only been an issue since I’ve moved to Brisbane, because Yamba doesn’t get this hot since it’s coastal, and if it does, then there’s the coast right there and you can just go for a swim.
I remember living at the beach during summer holidays. Sometimes we’d go to the Tea Tree Creek (true name: Mara Creek), just off the track to Back Beach. The water there was the colour of cola, and it was really good for your skin and hair. I used to be afraid that there were dead bodies hiding under the surface because you couldn’t see the bottom of the creek since the water was so dark. Sometimes a ghostly white tree branch would lodge itself on the opposite bank, looking exactly like some cadaver’s arm or leg protuding from the water. Eeek!
Other times, we’d sit at home with the fans on high, soak tea towels in water and then freeze them, and lay with the frozen tea towels on our foreheads. When we went to school, mum would put a frozen washer in a plastic bag in our cooler bags so that we could cool off after running around at lunch time. They were good on the bus home from Grafton when we were in high school, because most of the time the bus didn’t have airconditioning and we were packed in like sardines.
Sometimes, driving home along the road from Grafton to Maclean, after the Shark Creek Deviation, you could see dolphins swimming up the river that ran beside the road.
So anyway, speaking of places which should have had air conditioning and didn’t, I’d like to express my severe and total disappointment in work right now. Is that too specific? Have I said too much? Are the googlers going to come and get me now?
This is just a quick one before Chris gets here (we’re going out tonight, feeling alright, gonna let our hair hang do-oown… Ew. Apologies everyone), I haven’t had the chance to post any pictures up here from Superstars since Mel gave me the CD on Friday, and I thought I would take the opportunity now before I get completely drunk and useless (it might be funnier that way, but I might do something I regret that would descimate what little dignity I actually have, and I wouldn’t be able to fix it until late tomorrow morning. I don’t want to take the chance of someone happening across this site when they’re actually looking for casbot grafiche or whatever that other site is that stole my URL and seeing me and saving pictures that I might upload and using them to blackmail me). Because I so care what random people think.
No, seriously I don’t. Do whatever you like. The real reason I’m not posting these later is because I’ll forget. Or I’ll be too busy playing my DS Lite. I’m in love with it. It’s sleek, smooth case; it’s clear, bright screen; it’s stylish stylus pen… Ok. I’m back. What was I talking about?
Oh yeah. Superstars photos. Here ya go!
Last night Lauren, Nathan, Christian, & I went to see the Grates at the Tivoli. John arranged for us to be guests and for Christian to have a media pass, so he could be up the front for the first three songs and take photos. The Grates show was really good. There were lots of drunken people everywhere and some angry people had an argument. Then some girl climbed up over the speakers like Gollum to get to John on stage. When Lauren and I were in the bathroom, someone body-slammed the cubicle across the corridor from us, and apparently completely stuffed it, which I found out later. It felt like an earthquake when they did it, and then they were like ‘oh shit!” and just stood around staring at the broken door & wall while the line to the girls toilets got longer and longer.
I was underwhelmed by Violent Soho & Faker. I hadn’t had anything to drink and I’m not used to being stone cold sober when I’m out at a concert. It felt awkward to be dancing in the side part, where all the lights were on and there weren’t many people. But then, when we had been in the throng, it was boiling hot and there were some overzealous people who didn’t realise that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go all out headbanging when there’s so little room for each person as it is. I preferred being out of that, and it was a fun night.
We spoke to John afterwards, but Patience was nowhere to be seen. I’m not sure where she was. I think John might have said but I obviously wasn’t paying enough attention to remember. My memory is so bad. At the moment I’m kind of just going along on my merry way, oblivious to everything until I get a phone call saying “you had an appointment today” or, “are you planning on paying this bill any time soon?” And then I get stressed because I haven’t been thinking about these things at all. At least if you think about them and mull over them for a bit they’re not such a rude shock.
Anyway. I just realised that I’m tired. I got to bed at about… 1:20am this morning, and then woke up again at 7:55am. Mum came into my room when I had woken up and was asking where the kitten was, and then said “What are you doing up?”. I don’t know how you’re supposed to answer that question, so it irritated me for some reason. What am I doing up? Hmmm. I have no idea what someone is actually asking when they say that. “Why are you awake?” could be another way of terming it. I just said, “I woke up. I’m awake.” Because that’s kind of what the answer is always going to be.
This is a story that I submitted for a creative writing task at school, I think in Yr 11. I think it also counted towards our final assessment. This was only part of the submission, and I can’t remember what the guidelines were. If you’re interested in the outcome, read until the end and I’ll tell you what grade I got.
One day, a man came out of his house and found that it was raining plastic bags. As this had never happened before, he called all his neighbours out to see. One of them was an old Chinese man. He said that the same thing had happened to the Communists in China in the early 1900s, but everyone doubted his story. He was like all old men, and just kept on talking, until a cat told him to go home.
By now, the plastic bags were steadily rising, so everyone decided to call on Super Ted to help. Super Ted came and said his magic word. Of course it was ‘Franks and Beans’ because Super Ted is a Pommy teddy bear. Someone overheard and soon the whole neighbourhood was zooming around in the sky, which was lucky because the plastic bags were not well over the roofs of the houses. It was raining plastic bags everywhere in Australia and Super Ted had to tell everyone his magic word so that they didn’t disappear under the plastic bags.
So now the whole population was in the air and out of harm, they all sold the plastic bags to other countries, and organised to make a bridge to the moon out of compounded plastic bags. All Australians were by now very rich from selling their plastic bags, and could afford to live in other countries, because no one could live in plastic bags. This is why Australia was called, “The Wacky Wonderworld of the South.”
So, if you were wondering, the entire assignment was graded A+. It’s such a load of crap.
If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, it must be a pretty nice and well-maintained road. It’s nice thinking about all the good things you could do, at least at the time of thinking them. Not afterwards, when the time has already passed in which you could have done these good things, then it’s kind of nicer to think about all the nice things you could do next (but probably won’t). One of my good intentions was to write a blog, so I’m not one of those people who gets called a geek for no reason. If I’m going to be called a geek, I might as well make it worth everyone’s while. YAY BLOG.
So now that I’m back here, writing again, what do I say? Do I say… I once again have no money? Do I say… although I mostly don’t like having no money, there is also a part of me that enjoys the creativity that it takes to exist on such a paltry sum for two weeks? I could say that. I’m also enjoying listening to Interpol again. I’m trying to make a mix cd for Christian, which is daunting and fun at the same time. I’m irked by Itunes sneaky deletion of some of my music files, and the duplication of others. Why must you mess up my folder contents, Itunes? Is it because Macs don’t like folders? What do you have against them? They make things so nice and orderly!
A few things that have been reminding me of overseas lately: an email from one of our tour people saying she’s coming out to Australia at the end of the year; drinking chai made from soy milk powder infused with tea from the tea shoppe in the Adelaide st arcade; the photographs on my wall (even though they’ve been up for some time. I think it might have been because I’ve moved rooms and they’re in a different place, so it’s like a brand new reminder); listening to bands such as Bloc Party, the Strokes, Kaiser Chiefs, white stripes… This is mainly because I only had my BenQ MP3 player with me, which only holds 128MB of music. It would have been so awesome to have my iRiver when we were overseas… but still, it’s nice to have these songs that remind me of overseas, rather than my entire music collection.
I’m really tired. I can’t believe tomorrow is Friday. It seems to have come around quite quickly. Next Wednesday is payday, but hopefully I have some money in my account tomorrow from ebay sales so I can at least buy some of the ingredients for tomato surprise (and maybe just *obtain* the others, through kitchen cupboard raids. The only thing I can’t really raid for is the lamb. No one just buys a kilo of diced lamb and leaves it in the freezer for people to mistakenly (but not really mistakenly) use. It just doesn’t happen. That’s the sort of thing you buy just because you need it for something you’re planning to cook.
Gosh. I’m falling asleep. BORING.
Oh and btw, this is Napoleon’s myspace here. You should all add him as a friend. He needs friends because he’s new and he doesn’t know anyone here yet (he was only born like a month ago. that’s not a very long time to make lots of friends.)
PHOTOS!
Nic & Finn…. Calum & Finn… I never knew Calum was so maternal!
Emo Harry… Nice fringe! I can see all the emos now following a trend with some classy black capes and plastic hair. And drawn-on glasses. HOT!
Night scene at Mt. Gravatt. “You mean there actually is a mountain there?” I hear you cry. Well, dry your eyes, because YES there is a mountain, and YES it has a wonderful view, and YES it was frickin cold up there on Wednesday night. Christian put my tiny little digicam on a big tripod to take some photos. It looked funny. But the photos turned out nice!
Calum and I being normal at work. I don’t remember why we were taking a photo… probably to document how thrilled we are just to be there every single weekday.
Tomorrow night Noelle and I, and Noelle’s friend Melinda and her sister are going to see John Tucker must die at Southbank. I haven’t been to the movies with Noe in a while, because the last few times I’ve been too sick or too poor and had to cancel 
. But tomorrow night should be fine. Mum has given me some antibiotics, leftover from Rosie, because Rosie had already started a course of antibiotics from a script that had been left at the chemist from the last time she’d been sick. Then she went to the doctors again and got another script for some different antibiotics, which mum got filled, and so now we have too many. So I’m taking the extras. I hope this kills whatever bug I have for good. And I want to go out tomorrow night, in the Valley, and go crazy, and meet up with everyone who I have been too sick or busy to meet up with lately.
My throat hurts! I’m going!
Nathan’s friends Brian & David are over for drinx tonite. I have had one and a half, and already I feel a bit woozy. I think it’s because I’m still sick. Later on we’re going to watch V for Vendetta. I think I liked that movie. It was so long ago that I saw it, so I’m not sure. I’ll find out tonight when we watch it again. At least it’s not frickin Phantom of the Opera. I think the whole reason that play works is because everyone is in awe of the mechanics of it when it’s done on stage, but in a movie there’s nothing amazing about the SFX and so your attention is directed to the storyline, songs, and acting. All of which are far too overly dramatic and exaggerated for film. It’s much more suited to live stage action.
I just asked Calum if he thinks we could have another depression. Now I’m thinking of that book, “Somewhere around the corner”. I really liked that book, it was interesting. It was about this girl who went back in time somehow, back to the depression in 1929, and they lived in a place called happy valley. They were poor and there were lots of kids, but they were happy, and things were much more simple then.
Now we have everything we want and more, and I want to go watch Azumi 2 because I just got it out from the video store and it’s $1.95 Tuesday! A dollar ninety-five for any video! Bargain! I liked the first Azumi. It was like a live-action anime. So I’m going to watch the second one just for follow-ups.
I want to download the soundtrack to Zelda, because sometimes when I’m at work I get tunes in my head and I just want to listen to them, and I would so much rather be at home playing Zelda or Norrath or Katamari than be at work.
I want to see Battle Royale. I have heard about it but have never got around to seeing it. It’s ekka day tomorrow. I’m working. Goodie. There are 11 people in our team (out of 18) working ekka day. I guess the allure of double time & a half was more attractive than spending more than we earn in a fortnight at the ekka. I don’t think I’ll go at all this year. I’m far too broke. I’d rather spend my money on going out on Thursday night. Maybe Friday, who knows. I don’t know. Or Saturday… Last
Saturday night was fun.
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!
So it was a bad day today. Bad bad day. I woke up late, felt sick this morning, so couldn’t start getting ready until around 7:30am, so didn’t end up catching the bus until 8:30am, didn’t get to work until 9:20am. Shit. This was a continuation of some of the bad feelings from yesterday. I had a bad day and I know I’m being immature and juvenile about it, but maybe I am not capable of reacting in a mature and responsible manner right now. Maybe it’s just not in me to do that. I hate it when a notion comes upon me and makes me feel a certain way, maybe about someone, and I just can’t shake it. And I would give ANYTHING in the world not to feel this way, anything. I would give anything in the world to just forget about it, or to have something waiting on the sidelines for a moment like this so I can grab it and say “See? I don’t actually care! here’s proof!” and even if it wasn’t true, it would be enough for relative normalcy to be reestablished and we could all just fall back into our usual roles, and I wouldn’t have to go over and over and over things in my mind, and feel like an idiot whenever I opened my mouth. I hate this feeling.
Emos have no concept of responsibility. As soon as something is difficult, an emo is nowhere to be found. As we were walking up the hill today, Rosie said “I don’t want to walk up this fucking hill.” But not in a resigned way that’s like, I hate walking up this hill but i know i have to do it to get home but more in a way that was like i hate walking up this hill and i am just waiting for something to come along so that i don’t have to. And she won’t brush her hair so she can get a job. I know that when I heard that song “Get a haircut and get a real job” I thought that it was just mocking conformists, but in all seriousness you really do need to just at least conform to their ideals for while you’re working, and then in your own time you can do what you want. Once you get a job, then test the limits a little bit and see how far you can go, but when you’re initially looking, an effort has to be made. Especially in customer service/sales assistant jobs, which is what all the emo kids would be looking for, if they’re looking for jobs at all and not just living off their parents. My god they’re going to DIE when they leave home and have to fend for themselves. They either curl into a ball and die, or they shed their emo ideals and start living in the real world. I understand this need to be yourself, to represent yourself and to live as you are and not to make apology for it, really I do. And I know that in a perfect world, you would be able to do that. But this is NOT a perfect world. It’s a shitty world. Emos should understand that most out of everyone, because they’re so SENSITIVE and FEELING.
Emoticons:
I will stop now before I cause more problems for myself than I already have. I”m sorry but I needed a rant.
In other news, Calumski & I went to see Nic and her brand new baby today after work. His name is Finn, and he was born last night by C-section, 9lbs. He was so beautiful! I’ve missed Nic, she lends a sort of calmness to the atmosphere at work. I held Finn and he was quiet and beautiful. I forgot to get photos. I am so vague right now. On the way up to the Mother’s hospital, Calum threw his cigarette butt into the bin and said “I don’t think that was fully out”. I said “Imagine if it lit the bin on fire, and they thought it was a bomb, and so they evacuated everyone, patients and everything, from the hospital.”
And when we got to the mother’s hopsital, we had just stepped inside and the fire alarm went off! Calum and I stood outside and laughed, and perved at the non-attractive firemen, and ate the free clinkers that the vending machine gave us. (It also gave me 60c extra change! yay.)
I am supposed to have an appointment with the Occupational Therapist, and I can’t remember when, and I think it’s tomorrow, but I can’t remember what time. Oh and also, after the *accident* with my arm, I went and got some x-rays done at (lol) “Savage X-ray”. I laugh because that name amuses me. I got to keep the x-rays this time, so I took pictures of them. They aren’t all that clear, because I had to turn the flash off and alwyas when I do that the camera switches to the “available light” mode and so therefore it has two shutter openings, and if you don’t keep the camera in the exact same spot for both then it goes blurry. Plus my one good arm is getting so tired of doing all the work that it’s sometimes shaky. Thank god it’s not too much longer til I get to leave my splint off. Though then I’ll have to be extra careful anyway… Ok. So here are the photos:
Robert has taken to calling me “Paperclip chick”, I think because one of the pieces of metal they put in there is shaped sort of like a paperclip. I don’t like the look of those pins that are sticking into the soft tissue between the radius and the ulna. I’m hoping that they do eventually take all that stuff out, once the bones have fully knit and healed. I hope I remember when my appointment is. I’ll have to call tomorrow morning.
I’ve been playing Norrath again now that i have some use of my hand back. I can only play for a short time and then my hand/wrist will get tired, and then i have to rest it for a while. I imported my character from my finished game, and started again from the beginning. My aim is to keep playing until I make an awesomely leveled character and then import her to Return to Arms. I like Dark Elf Shadowknight best of all, but I’m kind of regretting the fact that I didn’t name her something cool to start off with. Her name is “nit”. I dont’even remember doing that, but it might have been when I was just experimenting with the cheats to give the character a head-start with all attributes, not thinking I would continue playing with that character. I’m such a nerd. Anyway, this is my character, “nit”.
It’s a shit picture because I’m too dumb to figure out if I can hook my playstation up to my laptop, and if so, how to then take screenshots. So this is a photo taken with my digi on the tv. crapola.
I submitted my tax return forms last night, via e-tax. I really, really, really, really hope that they give me a fast refund. I’m destitute right now. I had to go into the bank today to withdraw the last $8.00 from my account. Calum was embarrassed of my povo-ness, and so he waiting outside. We only got paid last Wednesday, and don’t get paid again until next Wednesday boo hoo. I’m going to submit my holidays tomorrow, so that I can at least get leave loading and have a little bit extra money. We’re supposed to be going out this Friday night, for U-Rock celebration and Kirra’s birthday, and so I don’t know how that’s going to work. I definitely won’t be able to buy any new clothes for the occasion, nor for Legends night for that matter. Maybe it would be better if I didn’t go. To Legends, I mean, not Friday night. I wouldn’t miss that. Though the way this morning went, I just wanted to forget everything about it. Just crawl under a rock and not come out until next week. After Wednesday. And then go buy myself a sympathy present. Like an alice band. Those are awesome and I desperately want one, but I don’t have the money to buy one. They are $10.00 at Mombassa (highway robbery! but the nicest I have seen so far), $6.00 at Diva (but they don’t have the red dotty one that I like), and $5.00 at JayJays. I also want Smoosh’s album, but don’t have the moeny for that either.
These are some things that I will buy once I get my tax return (if I get back a decent amount):
* Rosie’s b’day cons
* $300 paid off my credit card
* $50 paid off Lauren
* $50 paid off Dinna’s vet bill
And that would be the majority of the money gone. Then i would maybe be able to get myself an alice band and the smoosh cd.
Here is a picture for Calum (continuing on from our imitations of pouncing cats, cats looking through windows at birds, and cats walking upstairs or jumping off a bed (prrrrrrp!))
Whew! So much stuff to say! Every time I went to write a blog, myspace was stuffed and I couldn’t! Frickin myspace. But I have now. So it’s all cool.
xxxooo
P.S. How good is bam? One more picture – for the bam.
