I really do love reading. It’s probably about time I explained the title of this blog, ‘the perks of being Lizzy May.’ For starters, my first name is Elizabeth & my middle name is May. The rest is stolen from a book: ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’ by Stephen Chbosky. I can’t be bothered to explain the book write now so you can all go Wikipedia it if you’re looking for a good reason to procrastinate. In short, I seem to really fall for the ‘teenager in crisis/troubled childhood comes good’ genre. I’m really into autobiographies, and good fiction stories written in first person. I’ve kept personal written journals since I was 10, and although I’ve stopped that now, I still blog & livejournal. I will be honest and say that I DON’T like adding ‘academic references’ to university essays and/or writing university essays in general however I do love ‘reflective’ essays (most people I know hate them, or at least say they feel pretentious writing them). I love bullshitting on and on about opinions I don’t really have. . I love writing in first person (can’t you tell) and pretty much all my favourite books, with the exception of Harry Potter, are written that way.
One of my favourite books of all time is Marya Hornbacher’s Wasted. I’m quite embarrassed to admit this because the book is written as a memoir of anorexia, and while I relate to it and yada yada ya the way its written is fantastic. It’s an honest account, raw, not “set up” and full of bullshit. There was such a time when I read many eating-disorder related biographies/autobiographies/’memories” and there were some that were so fake and so “set up” and so fucking ridiculous (as an overall assessment) that I almost laughed. It’s so fucking sad for me to realise that some people read them & think they’re real. I mean, SHIT. These authors are doing a disservice to mental illness. DO they realise the young girls (and boys, maybe) reading them are at an impressionable age? That the people likely to pick up the book in first place may not give a fuck about how ‘true’ it is and just want something to trigger them? These books are what the pro-anorexic diehards read when they want to be seen reading something. Urgh. Sorry, but if journals are for letting it out, I just did.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
FUCK I hate technology. Ironically, yes, I'm 'blogging' & therefore using the internet i.e. technology but seriously. Most of it doesn't work, or is just a massive, massive hassle. It's so HARD, even generation y's like myself. For example, tonight, I'm going out. I have numerous chargers/gadgets under my desk.
- Laptop power cord
- Stereo cord
- Desk Light cord
- Phone cord
- Mobile phone charger
- camera charger
- rechargable battery charger
- iPod charger.
Seeing as the phone, light, stereo & laptop occupy all 4 slots at once, how the fuck am I supposed to charge my camera and phone at the same time? Sit in darkness?
Oh, and there's the damn tIvo. Power outage? Completely ruins my tv schedule. The tivo has this annoying sound every time you press a button...it takes bloody ages to find the 'now playing' list and then IT DELETES THINGS WITHOUT TELLING YOU. I mean, if you don't set it to 'until I delete' it will delete itself. Too many menus & too many screens to get to what you want. AND the dvd player in the lounge room is so damn slow it takes at minimum x 3 'this disc could not be played' screens before the dvd will eventually load. Touchwood, I don't have any major issues with my laptop. Thankgod. Maybe a whole lot of the technology in our house needs updating, maybe I need to just get out more & not have a life revolving around technology, but whatever. Oh, and DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE FUCKING SELF SERVE MACHINES AT WORK. I could write a thesis on how much I hate these things. Dumbest thing invented. If you ever head to a Woolworths-branded store, I STRONGLY ENCOURAGE you to boycott the damn things & see a person instead. Unless, of course, you're buying condoms & the prospect of facing a checkout chick is too embarassing.
What else can I complain about? More late.
Song of post: The Kills - No Wow
- Laptop power cord
- Stereo cord
- Desk Light cord
- Phone cord
- Mobile phone charger
- camera charger
- rechargable battery charger
- iPod charger.
Seeing as the phone, light, stereo & laptop occupy all 4 slots at once, how the fuck am I supposed to charge my camera and phone at the same time? Sit in darkness?
Oh, and there's the damn tIvo. Power outage? Completely ruins my tv schedule. The tivo has this annoying sound every time you press a button...it takes bloody ages to find the 'now playing' list and then IT DELETES THINGS WITHOUT TELLING YOU. I mean, if you don't set it to 'until I delete' it will delete itself. Too many menus & too many screens to get to what you want. AND the dvd player in the lounge room is so damn slow it takes at minimum x 3 'this disc could not be played' screens before the dvd will eventually load. Touchwood, I don't have any major issues with my laptop. Thankgod. Maybe a whole lot of the technology in our house needs updating, maybe I need to just get out more & not have a life revolving around technology, but whatever. Oh, and DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE FUCKING SELF SERVE MACHINES AT WORK. I could write a thesis on how much I hate these things. Dumbest thing invented. If you ever head to a Woolworths-branded store, I STRONGLY ENCOURAGE you to boycott the damn things & see a person instead. Unless, of course, you're buying condoms & the prospect of facing a checkout chick is too embarassing.
What else can I complain about? More late.
Song of post: The Kills - No Wow
Monday, June 21, 2010
quotes from the mother: stuff only I will find funny
Is it really sad that I save blog ideas as a 'draft' in my mobile phone?
Anyway, last Saturday night I went out to the Toff in Town again, this time with the Queen (i.e my mother) to see The Cat Empire. Dear mother has a slight obsession with the Cat Empire, we're part of the VIP club, get all the special offers, etc. We've seen heaps of their shows - I remember going straight to a Cat Empire show right after I got off the plane from schoolies almost four years ago.
Anyway, my mother whispered some absolutely funny shit in my ear that evening, even though it probably isn't funny to anyone else.
*List of comments I found amusing*
1. I wonder if Felix Riebel is gay?
2. Which then proceeded to an analysis of how many boys/girls were in the crowd. To me, I thought a reasonable mix of young-ish and middle-aged people, with lots of couples & a few groups of early-mid 20s guys. Mum's comment: 'Maybe they're all gay friends of Felix's? 'I wonder if Felix is gay?' (see above)? 'I must look it up on google/wikipedia tomorrow'
3. They're either bikies with beards, or Jewish people with beards
4. (Because we had to stand) I've got panadol in my bag if my back starts to hurt
5. I can go in the mosh pit if you like, I'll be okay. You might get picked up if I'm not with you. (Then, later) 'they look alright...actually, 3 of them have white shoes, so I'd rule them out automatically'
Gah. Going on a manhunt with my mother is so NOT what I want to be doing. NO, I don't have a boyfriend and YES I do need one but I certainly do not need to be on the prowl with my mother. The whole process is exceedingly uncomfortable. Mum, if you're reading this, take note.
Anyway, last Saturday night I went out to the Toff in Town again, this time with the Queen (i.e my mother) to see The Cat Empire. Dear mother has a slight obsession with the Cat Empire, we're part of the VIP club, get all the special offers, etc. We've seen heaps of their shows - I remember going straight to a Cat Empire show right after I got off the plane from schoolies almost four years ago.
Anyway, my mother whispered some absolutely funny shit in my ear that evening, even though it probably isn't funny to anyone else.
*List of comments I found amusing*
1. I wonder if Felix Riebel is gay?
2. Which then proceeded to an analysis of how many boys/girls were in the crowd. To me, I thought a reasonable mix of young-ish and middle-aged people, with lots of couples & a few groups of early-mid 20s guys. Mum's comment: 'Maybe they're all gay friends of Felix's? 'I wonder if Felix is gay?' (see above)? 'I must look it up on google/wikipedia tomorrow'
3. They're either bikies with beards, or Jewish people with beards
4. (Because we had to stand) I've got panadol in my bag if my back starts to hurt
5. I can go in the mosh pit if you like, I'll be okay. You might get picked up if I'm not with you. (Then, later) 'they look alright...actually, 3 of them have white shoes, so I'd rule them out automatically'
Gah. Going on a manhunt with my mother is so NOT what I want to be doing. NO, I don't have a boyfriend and YES I do need one but I certainly do not need to be on the prowl with my mother. The whole process is exceedingly uncomfortable. Mum, if you're reading this, take note.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
dead rats in the house
Can I move into someone's house for the next week? Seriously? Because our house SMELLS.
Omg. We have dead rats under the house. About a week ago, Mum noticed rat/mice poo. So, we thought we had 'rodents' under the house. Dad & I just laughed and told the woman to stop being silly. So she chucks some poison under the house (the hole is too small to actually get into/under/out from). So, we've killed them. BUT THEY SMELL LIKE SHIT. We have to close every. single. door. I can't walk around the house, I have to hold my breath. Thankgod for working, at 5:30 it was like, nnnnoooooo i don't wanna come home, because my house smells. It's like smelling poo, combined with shitty useless deodorant, 24/7. My room is okay now that I've shut the door for over 24 hours but it's still bad. Dad think it's absolutely hilarious because HE CAN'T SMELL IT he must be mad. He is mad. Oh, ok, sure, it's okay for him, working 60+ hours a week, he's hardly home anway so it's all ok for him.
So, my action plan for the today:
Well I was gonna go to either Body Pump or Body Balance at 9:30am, but Mum has volunteered for me to go to yoga with her at 11:30, so
9am - Go for my 1.25 hour walk
10:15-11:15 - Read/get changed/read
11:30-12:30 - Yoga
12:30-2: Read. Basically stay in my room.
3-6:30 - Work. Then manipulate young kid into driving me to my car. Hope that car actually starts. Drive home
7-8: Wolf down some veggie burgers (courtesy of Sanitarium, quick meal before going out)
8:30pm > Cat Empire at the Toff with the mother. She's beyond obsessed, we're on the VIP list even! We get all the early ticket sales and such. I've decided I'm in love with the Toff as a venue. I also have the option of meeting up with girls who are out at the Deck for a friend's 22nd, but I don't think that's likely. I could only meet them for an hour or so & then it creates problems getting home so I doubt it will happen.
I've just realised that this is quite possibly such a boring boring post. So I shall be off trying on outfits right now...
Omg. We have dead rats under the house. About a week ago, Mum noticed rat/mice poo. So, we thought we had 'rodents' under the house. Dad & I just laughed and told the woman to stop being silly. So she chucks some poison under the house (the hole is too small to actually get into/under/out from). So, we've killed them. BUT THEY SMELL LIKE SHIT. We have to close every. single. door. I can't walk around the house, I have to hold my breath. Thankgod for working, at 5:30 it was like, nnnnoooooo i don't wanna come home, because my house smells. It's like smelling poo, combined with shitty useless deodorant, 24/7. My room is okay now that I've shut the door for over 24 hours but it's still bad. Dad think it's absolutely hilarious because HE CAN'T SMELL IT he must be mad. He is mad. Oh, ok, sure, it's okay for him, working 60+ hours a week, he's hardly home anway so it's all ok for him.
So, my action plan for the today:
Well I was gonna go to either Body Pump or Body Balance at 9:30am, but Mum has volunteered for me to go to yoga with her at 11:30, so
9am - Go for my 1.25 hour walk
10:15-11:15 - Read/get changed/read
11:30-12:30 - Yoga
12:30-2: Read. Basically stay in my room.
3-6:30 - Work. Then manipulate young kid into driving me to my car. Hope that car actually starts. Drive home
7-8: Wolf down some veggie burgers (courtesy of Sanitarium, quick meal before going out)
8:30pm > Cat Empire at the Toff with the mother. She's beyond obsessed, we're on the VIP list even! We get all the early ticket sales and such. I've decided I'm in love with the Toff as a venue. I also have the option of meeting up with girls who are out at the Deck for a friend's 22nd, but I don't think that's likely. I could only meet them for an hour or so & then it creates problems getting home so I doubt it will happen.
I've just realised that this is quite possibly such a boring boring post. So I shall be off trying on outfits right now...
Thursday, June 17, 2010
celebrity look-alikes & a bitch about dead rats
For my own records, Kirsten Stewart looks a hell lot like Emma Watson & Dakota Fanning and Taylor Momsem are twins.
The purpose of this post was to try and teach myself how to upload photos. I did 3/4, then it looks shit and I cbf to resize photos and make them sit side-by-side so I backspaced all the html. Epic fail.
GOODNIGHT EVERYONE!
*Due to having our ducted heater on full blast & at the same time having dead rats/mice under our house, our house SMELLS LIKE SHIT literally. I tried to watch an episode of The OC in the lounge room but couldn't cope with the smell. So goodnight everyone else but heaven knows how I shall sleep tonight...
The purpose of this post was to try and teach myself how to upload photos. I did 3/4, then it looks shit and I cbf to resize photos and make them sit side-by-side so I backspaced all the html. Epic fail.
GOODNIGHT EVERYONE!
*Due to having our ducted heater on full blast & at the same time having dead rats/mice under our house, our house SMELLS LIKE SHIT literally. I tried to watch an episode of The OC in the lounge room but couldn't cope with the smell. So goodnight everyone else but heaven knows how I shall sleep tonight...
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I've discovered looking up 90s music on youtube
I'm basically avoiding going to bed, because I have massive intense stomach pains again (I ate too much) and I know I won't sleep anyway. And there's a fucking storm. And I wanna go rescue Murphy because we have fucking rats/possums somewhere in our house (Mum's found rat/mice poo, eeeeeeewwwwww) and therefore we have poison squirted up under the house and we've found 2 dead mice/rats around the backyard and what if Murphy ate one? What if my beautiful angel baby boy died?
Nothing interesting happened today. According to my payslip I got paid for last Wednesday, when my car refused to start and text-messaged my supervisor 'my car is fucked....' I am so amused I got paid for this, even though I'm contracted. They never get the pay right, but most of the time they fuck it up in my favour, so whatever.
However I do pay attention to the music soundtrack at Big W, and I must say today was a massive improvement. 90% of the time, I swear I listen to Tina Arena's Sorrento Moon OVER AND OVER AGAIN, but today: Sia, Old Coldplay (as in like Shiver and stuff off Parachutes) and more Whitney Houston and Jeff Buckley! It wasn't even Hallelujah it was Dream Brother I think wow because Mojo Pin or Grace or Last Goodbye are so much more predictable.
Abby Dobson - Free As A Bird:
(I have loved this since the days of "The Secret Life of Us"
Tina Arena - Chains
Nothing interesting happened today. According to my payslip I got paid for last Wednesday, when my car refused to start and text-messaged my supervisor 'my car is fucked....' I am so amused I got paid for this, even though I'm contracted. They never get the pay right, but most of the time they fuck it up in my favour, so whatever.
However I do pay attention to the music soundtrack at Big W, and I must say today was a massive improvement. 90% of the time, I swear I listen to Tina Arena's Sorrento Moon OVER AND OVER AGAIN, but today: Sia, Old Coldplay (as in like Shiver and stuff off Parachutes) and more Whitney Houston and Jeff Buckley! It wasn't even Hallelujah it was Dream Brother I think wow because Mojo Pin or Grace or Last Goodbye are so much more predictable.
Abby Dobson - Free As A Bird:
(I have loved this since the days of "The Secret Life of Us"
Tina Arena - Chains
Monday, June 14, 2010
I have too many jackets
in typing the title for this blog post i realised i have too many titles that start with 'i____'.
It's day 3 of my holidays. I literally spent most of today either lying down on the couch watching episode catch-ups of Brothers & Sisters (3), or 1 episode of The OC before I cracked it at the dvd player in the 'good room' (some kid I know who works in IT tells me computers have feelings and I should be kind to them, I thought that perhaps expressing my feelings to this magical silver box would improve our relationship, but we didn't quite get to the make-up sex part because the box wouldn't forgive me for my temper tantrum)...oh and I've nearly finished Anthony Kiedis' biography which is really depressing because now I have to start another book and we all hate starting new books. At some point I went for a walk & ran into a lovely friend of mine & her bf bike-riding, it's her 22nd birthday today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY girl.
So basically I am avoiding going to bed because I cbf putting the clean sheets on it. And we have critters in the wall and gah. I finished the peanut butter jar today & I'm feeling a bit sickly, I ate it out of the jar with a spoon and it's been a while since I've done that in excessive proportions.
Tomorrow as it's not a public holiday I will go to pilates at the gym & I shall walk & I shall clean up my floordrobe and I will catch up on some old uni reading. I've spent significantly less time stalking people on facebook in the last few days which is amazing because I thought I'd be right onto it once I finished this semester.
Okay I really should go to bed now. Perhaps I napped for 3 hours to catch up on the few weeks of going to bed after midnight? GOODNIGHT.
It's day 3 of my holidays. I literally spent most of today either lying down on the couch watching episode catch-ups of Brothers & Sisters (3), or 1 episode of The OC before I cracked it at the dvd player in the 'good room' (some kid I know who works in IT tells me computers have feelings and I should be kind to them, I thought that perhaps expressing my feelings to this magical silver box would improve our relationship, but we didn't quite get to the make-up sex part because the box wouldn't forgive me for my temper tantrum)...oh and I've nearly finished Anthony Kiedis' biography which is really depressing because now I have to start another book and we all hate starting new books. At some point I went for a walk & ran into a lovely friend of mine & her bf bike-riding, it's her 22nd birthday today, HAPPY BIRTHDAY girl.
So basically I am avoiding going to bed because I cbf putting the clean sheets on it. And we have critters in the wall and gah. I finished the peanut butter jar today & I'm feeling a bit sickly, I ate it out of the jar with a spoon and it's been a while since I've done that in excessive proportions.
Tomorrow as it's not a public holiday I will go to pilates at the gym & I shall walk & I shall clean up my floordrobe and I will catch up on some old uni reading. I've spent significantly less time stalking people on facebook in the last few days which is amazing because I thought I'd be right onto it once I finished this semester.
Okay I really should go to bed now. Perhaps I napped for 3 hours to catch up on the few weeks of going to bed after midnight? GOODNIGHT.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
an excessively long summary of the last little while
There is so much I could write about in the last week;
1. I finished the uni semester! Probably failed the law unit but I did at least finish it!
2. Also managed to smash 'Leading Sustainable Change' essay out in 3 days!
3. Went out on Friday night with my uni buddies! Tried Nepalese food for the first time & actually liked it! Drank too much red wine for my little body to handle! Stopped at LJ's house on the way home & met her beautiful dog at midnight! So much fun!
4. Car totally fucked up on me on Wednesday morning! Was ten mins away from home, away getting coffee in order to power through essays till midnight for the 5th night in a row or some dreadful shit like that, car wouldn't start on way home. Called Dad = end result being no help. So, RACV came within half an hour & tow truck another TWO. HOURS. LATE. I wasn't too concerned about the car really, I was just FREEZING my ass off sitting in my car when it was like 5 degrees outside with no layers & no heater, and I wanted to do study before work & hence sitting in the car listening to the radio for 3 hours was totally unproductive. Fuck. Turns out the 'fuel injection' or 'fuel pump' or something was fucked. To be quite honest because I don't drive my car further than 15km one way, and it sometimes sits in the street for a few days, and this routine has continued for many years...well we've been waiting for something like this to happen. And now the thing (i.e, the car) has to go back to Dad's work, because the thing that shows you how much petrol in your tank is stuffed. I'm actually quite proud of myself for even noticing it was stuffed. God I am totally just NOT mechanical. According to a guy from work if my Dad is a mechanic I should know this stuff; god forbid I should even be interested in it, but NO.
5. Having a mechanic for a father & a screwed up fuel pump meant I had to accompany him to work on Thursday morning (6:30am, mind) to collect said baby car. The idea being that I would then drive car home where it belongs. In short, I should never 'wing' directions home from unidentified Greek suburb I'm not familiar with. Had to call father & complain that the GPS had been 'waiting for signal' for 20 minutes & I was somewhere near Dad's other factor for work & therefore wasn't far away. I think I drove around in circles a bit, I was vaguely where I used to go for driving lessons about 2 years ago, I knew I'd gone the wrong way but thought I could sort of work out where I was & vaguely recognize my way home. EPIC. FAIL. Dad eventually came in the ute & pointed me in the direction of Warrigal Rd. I may or may not have been on the mobile whilst driving in peak hour traffic (hush hush!). Took wrong turn, but did manage to use enough initiative to go around the block. I've learned my lesson, moving on now.
6. Lately, I've been reading 'Scar Tissue' by Anthony Keidis, the guy from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. I'm roughly halfway through. He'd be an extremely good looking fella if he a) cut his hair and b) had less bloodshot eyes from drug use. I wasn't familiar with the extent of his/other band member's drug use until reading this book. I'm now wondering why, despite being an anti-drug, anti-rebel child, I get drawn to these autobiographical novels that are all about either depression, drug use or eating disorders? Why do I enjoy reading such miserable shit? Seriously? AAARRRRGHHHHh
7. Plans for holidays:
- Clean up the floordrobe
- Clean up the desk
- Do volunteering again
- Go to the gym x 3 a week, build up strength etc
- Read the 20 books I've been hoarding in my bedside table cabinet/shelf for the past year.
- Watch all the dvds I've also been hoarding for the past 6-odd months.
1. I finished the uni semester! Probably failed the law unit but I did at least finish it!
2. Also managed to smash 'Leading Sustainable Change' essay out in 3 days!
3. Went out on Friday night with my uni buddies! Tried Nepalese food for the first time & actually liked it! Drank too much red wine for my little body to handle! Stopped at LJ's house on the way home & met her beautiful dog at midnight! So much fun!
4. Car totally fucked up on me on Wednesday morning! Was ten mins away from home, away getting coffee in order to power through essays till midnight for the 5th night in a row or some dreadful shit like that, car wouldn't start on way home. Called Dad = end result being no help. So, RACV came within half an hour & tow truck another TWO. HOURS. LATE. I wasn't too concerned about the car really, I was just FREEZING my ass off sitting in my car when it was like 5 degrees outside with no layers & no heater, and I wanted to do study before work & hence sitting in the car listening to the radio for 3 hours was totally unproductive. Fuck. Turns out the 'fuel injection' or 'fuel pump' or something was fucked. To be quite honest because I don't drive my car further than 15km one way, and it sometimes sits in the street for a few days, and this routine has continued for many years...well we've been waiting for something like this to happen. And now the thing (i.e, the car) has to go back to Dad's work, because the thing that shows you how much petrol in your tank is stuffed. I'm actually quite proud of myself for even noticing it was stuffed. God I am totally just NOT mechanical. According to a guy from work if my Dad is a mechanic I should know this stuff; god forbid I should even be interested in it, but NO.
5. Having a mechanic for a father & a screwed up fuel pump meant I had to accompany him to work on Thursday morning (6:30am, mind) to collect said baby car. The idea being that I would then drive car home where it belongs. In short, I should never 'wing' directions home from unidentified Greek suburb I'm not familiar with. Had to call father & complain that the GPS had been 'waiting for signal' for 20 minutes & I was somewhere near Dad's other factor for work & therefore wasn't far away. I think I drove around in circles a bit, I was vaguely where I used to go for driving lessons about 2 years ago, I knew I'd gone the wrong way but thought I could sort of work out where I was & vaguely recognize my way home. EPIC. FAIL. Dad eventually came in the ute & pointed me in the direction of Warrigal Rd. I may or may not have been on the mobile whilst driving in peak hour traffic (hush hush!). Took wrong turn, but did manage to use enough initiative to go around the block. I've learned my lesson, moving on now.
6. Lately, I've been reading 'Scar Tissue' by Anthony Keidis, the guy from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. I'm roughly halfway through. He'd be an extremely good looking fella if he a) cut his hair and b) had less bloodshot eyes from drug use. I wasn't familiar with the extent of his/other band member's drug use until reading this book. I'm now wondering why, despite being an anti-drug, anti-rebel child, I get drawn to these autobiographical novels that are all about either depression, drug use or eating disorders? Why do I enjoy reading such miserable shit? Seriously? AAARRRRGHHHHh
7. Plans for holidays:
- Clean up the floordrobe
- Clean up the desk
- Do volunteering again
- Go to the gym x 3 a week, build up strength etc
- Read the 20 books I've been hoarding in my bedside table cabinet/shelf for the past year.
- Watch all the dvds I've also been hoarding for the past 6-odd months.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
i resolved the peanut butter dilemma
Minor Update. I told myself I was allowed to procrastinate for 5 more minutes, so
- You know a little while ago I complained that my Peanut Butter tasted different and it wasn't salty and just wasn't the same? I figured out why. I bought the 'No Added Salt or Sugar' version. Damn. I thought the only difference was that I got a 500g jar, instead of 375g Jar. I mean, for someone who ALWAYS reads food labels religiously (a nasty habit of mine I picked up in my eating-disorded days), HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS? Because I would've chosen the normal version over what I bought. I've tried that 'Lite' peanut butter made by craft and it's SHIT.
- FRIDAY! As in, the day I finish all my assignments. Handed the law one in yesterday, quite honestly think I will fail because it wasn't at all coherent. And the lecturer is a tough marker. Please be kind, I've stayed up past midnight every night in a week and counting and it's not pretty. I have 1675 words to go, I want to make it to 2000/2500 words today but I'm struggling aaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhh
- Need to find a way to manipulate the mother to drive me to & from Chapel St friday not. Alternatively, manipulate schoolfriends who might be going out that night to DEFINITELY go out Fri night so I can meet up with them & then go home with them. Because I really wanna go out for dinner with my uni darlings but the logistics of the occasion are always a nightmare when one has to travel alone at night, and driving isn't an option because I am an incompetent driver.
- This is made worse by the fact that all this shit has happened on the Frankston line. I went on this line yesterday, to get to uni to hand in my assignment, and then buy a Mama Dukes coffee. I arrived home to the mother standing in the hallway waiting for me, all nervous because people had been ringing up Jon Faine & sharing all their dreadful stories of the Frankston line & hence she was very relieved to see me home safe. Okay, so it's pretty bad, but you do have to keep in mind this is a minority of people.
That's it. Mum just got up and will probably duck her head in & see I'm not working, better open Microsoft word!
- You know a little while ago I complained that my Peanut Butter tasted different and it wasn't salty and just wasn't the same? I figured out why. I bought the 'No Added Salt or Sugar' version. Damn. I thought the only difference was that I got a 500g jar, instead of 375g Jar. I mean, for someone who ALWAYS reads food labels religiously (a nasty habit of mine I picked up in my eating-disorded days), HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS? Because I would've chosen the normal version over what I bought. I've tried that 'Lite' peanut butter made by craft and it's SHIT.
- FRIDAY! As in, the day I finish all my assignments. Handed the law one in yesterday, quite honestly think I will fail because it wasn't at all coherent. And the lecturer is a tough marker. Please be kind, I've stayed up past midnight every night in a week and counting and it's not pretty. I have 1675 words to go, I want to make it to 2000/2500 words today but I'm struggling aaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhh
- Need to find a way to manipulate the mother to drive me to & from Chapel St friday not. Alternatively, manipulate schoolfriends who might be going out that night to DEFINITELY go out Fri night so I can meet up with them & then go home with them. Because I really wanna go out for dinner with my uni darlings but the logistics of the occasion are always a nightmare when one has to travel alone at night, and driving isn't an option because I am an incompetent driver.
- This is made worse by the fact that all this shit has happened on the Frankston line. I went on this line yesterday, to get to uni to hand in my assignment, and then buy a Mama Dukes coffee. I arrived home to the mother standing in the hallway waiting for me, all nervous because people had been ringing up Jon Faine & sharing all their dreadful stories of the Frankston line & hence she was very relieved to see me home safe. Okay, so it's pretty bad, but you do have to keep in mind this is a minority of people.
That's it. Mum just got up and will probably duck her head in & see I'm not working, better open Microsoft word!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
fights with customers over plastic bags, and the hills
It's Sunday morning, my facebook news feed has had nothing new for 38 minutes and I'm bored. I should just go for a walk, or go downstairs and eat and read the age, because I've only skimmed the entertainment section thus far.
I have 300ish words left of one essay and I'm stressing because it's shit and worth 70% and I don't think I did it right. The 'body' section of the Herald Sun (we get the Herald Sun delivered on Sundays, and Sundays only (for the mags), we're waaaaaay too well-educated to be reading the herald sun daily, got it?) has an article entitled 'why stress is making you fat' and i think it needs to be on my reading list asap.
Yesterday was gay, work was busy and it was raining and I parked next to L-plater and got driven to my car by a red-p-plater. One of my favourite pastimes at work is sitting in the lunch room, staring out at the window at all the people who can't drive properly/have road-rage fights/people backing into cars and driving off thinking no one noticed/people who park worse than me and those poor police officers that have to occasionally patrol the car park. Top quality entertainment. At the end of the day, Melbourne is over-populated, full of bogan people who have nothing better to do than shop at shitty chain stores/department stores, hence more cars, more shit, more pollution etc etc. On Friday I nearly got a fight into a customer about this(pollution): I HATE HATE HATE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO DOUBLE BAG THEIR STUFF OMFG IS IT REALLY THAT HARD TO BUY A GREEN BAG? This rant will not be repeated, however, it got to the point where she said 'do you want me to go somewhere else' and I was so, so tempted to say 'do you really think I give a shit' but lolz so funny I nearly slapped her in the face. I LOVE that when they ask me for a second bag I'm like 'oh...I just thought...it's just that we don't like to use too much plastic...' I'm so amused they think I'm trying to cover my back; really I'm trying to EDUCATE PEOPLE because I am a) much better educated and b) a snob.
I've also been up-to-date with The Hills, I read that Lauren isn't returning for the final I am soooooooooo dissappointed. Man. I'm not hating Kristen as much as I thought I would, I've recently decided that Lo is my favourite, she reminds me of Donna on Neighbours a bit. My other favourite was Holly Montag, I mean, I love how she just buries her head in her hands when Heidi & their Mum or Heidi & Spencer are fighting.
I'm disturbed I can write 500 words in <10 minutes blogging but it can literally take me days to write 500 words of an essay. Hopefully I'ma be a hermit until Friday then I am FREE and there will be no more complaining about essay writing until July.
I have 300ish words left of one essay and I'm stressing because it's shit and worth 70% and I don't think I did it right. The 'body' section of the Herald Sun (we get the Herald Sun delivered on Sundays, and Sundays only (for the mags), we're waaaaaay too well-educated to be reading the herald sun daily, got it?) has an article entitled 'why stress is making you fat' and i think it needs to be on my reading list asap.
Yesterday was gay, work was busy and it was raining and I parked next to L-plater and got driven to my car by a red-p-plater. One of my favourite pastimes at work is sitting in the lunch room, staring out at the window at all the people who can't drive properly/have road-rage fights/people backing into cars and driving off thinking no one noticed/people who park worse than me and those poor police officers that have to occasionally patrol the car park. Top quality entertainment. At the end of the day, Melbourne is over-populated, full of bogan people who have nothing better to do than shop at shitty chain stores/department stores, hence more cars, more shit, more pollution etc etc. On Friday I nearly got a fight into a customer about this(pollution): I HATE HATE HATE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO DOUBLE BAG THEIR STUFF OMFG IS IT REALLY THAT HARD TO BUY A GREEN BAG? This rant will not be repeated, however, it got to the point where she said 'do you want me to go somewhere else' and I was so, so tempted to say 'do you really think I give a shit' but lolz so funny I nearly slapped her in the face. I LOVE that when they ask me for a second bag I'm like 'oh...I just thought...it's just that we don't like to use too much plastic...' I'm so amused they think I'm trying to cover my back; really I'm trying to EDUCATE PEOPLE because I am a) much better educated and b) a snob.
I've also been up-to-date with The Hills, I read that Lauren isn't returning for the final I am soooooooooo dissappointed. Man. I'm not hating Kristen as much as I thought I would, I've recently decided that Lo is my favourite, she reminds me of Donna on Neighbours a bit. My other favourite was Holly Montag, I mean, I love how she just buries her head in her hands when Heidi & their Mum or Heidi & Spencer are fighting.
I'm disturbed I can write 500 words in <10 minutes blogging but it can literally take me days to write 500 words of an essay. Hopefully I'ma be a hermit until Friday then I am FREE and there will be no more complaining about essay writing until July.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
watching glee with the parentals (you had to be there)
Oh my god, Glee is amazing. I might have achieved just a small number of things today
- 45 minute walk
- consuming half a packet of starburst sucks lollipops
- "working" for 6 hours
- parking my car
- watching 2.5 hours of television with my parents (Neighbours, ABC News, 7:30 Report, Glee)
- & Now I'm essaying, apparently.
I just love that my Dad doesn't get Glee, but still manages to enjoy it.
Dad: "These people are clever aren't they? How they can sing"
Mum: "They're clever because they can sing?"
Dad: "Just how they can...you know, 'feel it' like that..."
Next ad break
Dad: "It's weird this show, isn't it. I thought I could understand it, have a conversation about it but...I don't really have a clue what's going on"
Mum: "Oh, we know you don't get it John"
Dad: "But I can appreciate the skill that these people..."
Mum (interrupting): "The skill of breaking into song every five seconds?"
It almost topped his moment about 2 years ago, when he drove me home from work (I didn't have my license then), stating that
"See, watch, Elizabeth. I am at one with the vehicle...."
Later by Mum
"If I mention to the girls at work that I know who Sue Sylvester is they think I'm rrrrrrrrriiiiiiiight on it"
OMFG I CAN'T WAIT FOR LADY GAGA EPISODE NEXT WEEK!
- 45 minute walk
- consuming half a packet of starburst sucks lollipops
- "working" for 6 hours
- parking my car
- watching 2.5 hours of television with my parents (Neighbours, ABC News, 7:30 Report, Glee)
- & Now I'm essaying, apparently.
I just love that my Dad doesn't get Glee, but still manages to enjoy it.
Dad: "These people are clever aren't they? How they can sing"
Mum: "They're clever because they can sing?"
Dad: "Just how they can...you know, 'feel it' like that..."
Next ad break
Dad: "It's weird this show, isn't it. I thought I could understand it, have a conversation about it but...I don't really have a clue what's going on"
Mum: "Oh, we know you don't get it John"
Dad: "But I can appreciate the skill that these people..."
Mum (interrupting): "The skill of breaking into song every five seconds?"
It almost topped his moment about 2 years ago, when he drove me home from work (I didn't have my license then), stating that
"See, watch, Elizabeth. I am at one with the vehicle...."
Later by Mum
"If I mention to the girls at work that I know who Sue Sylvester is they think I'm rrrrrrrrriiiiiiiight on it"
OMFG I CAN'T WAIT FOR LADY GAGA EPISODE NEXT WEEK!
placebo, analysis of songs/cd hoarding
Is anyone else a massive fan of Placebo? Yes? I've listened to Meds and their best of collection in the last 24 hours and am remembering how much I loved them. The fact that I love songs with fucked up themes/mental illness/drug addiction so much is disturbing...especially because most of these songs I loved before I even understood them.
For example:
Placebo - Special K (also Every Me, Every You)
Silverchair - Ana's Song
Alanis Morisette - Perfect & Mary jane, actually many songs off 'Jagged Little Pill'
all of these I remember loving in PRIMARY SCHOOL and it wasn't until my teenage years I realised how screwed up that was. Is it just that I'm a music freak/partially still screwed up that I try and over-analyse why I like such songs? Because I'm sure plenty of other kids my age (21) remember liking these songs as well, they just don't attach significance to it?
Yesterday I bought two cds, just two I've been meaning to add to my real (as opposed to iTunes) collection: Emilianna Torrini - Fisherman's Woman and Adele - 19. I'm disliking JB Hi Fi more and more every time I go there; they have half the stuff they used to, half their alternative collection is full of 'bargains' and the majority of their staff are....an interesting mix, but ultimately most just have no idea. Then again when I go to Polyester Records in the city I don't feel cool enough to be there, as though I'm trying to hard when I spend $200 in one transactions, and that the owner thinks I'm just trying to educate myself and actually know nothing about the cds I'm buying. Which is somewhat true, but, man, I'm a uni student, $200 is my weekly income, I wouldn't spend that much if I'd at least heard one song off the cd. Then again, I realised yet that it's an issue when one starts thinking to themselves:
'I'd better not buy that, because I'm not sure if I already have it at home'
I know it's old news, but I have 1800 + 2500 words to write. I have work from 11:30-5:30 and I need to book in somewhere to get my eyebrows waxed, pronto. And half leg. But that doesn't matter so much as I wear only stockings and full-leg pants. Fuck. Fuck. And I need to clean up my desk/floor. I think tonight calls for (after I watch Glee: it's worth me downing some long blacks and perhaps an apple & walnut scroll.
For example:
Placebo - Special K (also Every Me, Every You)
Silverchair - Ana's Song
Alanis Morisette - Perfect & Mary jane, actually many songs off 'Jagged Little Pill'
all of these I remember loving in PRIMARY SCHOOL and it wasn't until my teenage years I realised how screwed up that was. Is it just that I'm a music freak/partially still screwed up that I try and over-analyse why I like such songs? Because I'm sure plenty of other kids my age (21) remember liking these songs as well, they just don't attach significance to it?
Yesterday I bought two cds, just two I've been meaning to add to my real (as opposed to iTunes) collection: Emilianna Torrini - Fisherman's Woman and Adele - 19. I'm disliking JB Hi Fi more and more every time I go there; they have half the stuff they used to, half their alternative collection is full of 'bargains' and the majority of their staff are....an interesting mix, but ultimately most just have no idea. Then again when I go to Polyester Records in the city I don't feel cool enough to be there, as though I'm trying to hard when I spend $200 in one transactions, and that the owner thinks I'm just trying to educate myself and actually know nothing about the cds I'm buying. Which is somewhat true, but, man, I'm a uni student, $200 is my weekly income, I wouldn't spend that much if I'd at least heard one song off the cd. Then again, I realised yet that it's an issue when one starts thinking to themselves:
'I'd better not buy that, because I'm not sure if I already have it at home'
I know it's old news, but I have 1800 + 2500 words to write. I have work from 11:30-5:30 and I need to book in somewhere to get my eyebrows waxed, pronto. And half leg. But that doesn't matter so much as I wear only stockings and full-leg pants. Fuck. Fuck. And I need to clean up my desk/floor. I think tonight calls for (after I watch Glee: it's worth me downing some long blacks and perhaps an apple & walnut scroll.
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