1. My mobile phone is epically fucked. I had it plugged into my phone-car-charger thingy today,
[and whilst now I'm at home & reading journal articles for uni(and blogging, and on facebook, and making playlists on iTunes...multi-tasker/procrastinator/very short attention span)]
and now the damn thing basically has two bars of battery but the bars keep looking like it's charging, keep going up & down...I haven't had it on charger for like 4 hours. Fantastic. Good one nokia.
2. Top 5 Pop songs I really like at the moment, which is really embarrassing for me to admit:
- On The Floor (Jennifer Loper ft. some rapper)
- Heads Will Roll/Thriller (Glee Cast) (amazing!)
- We R Who We R (Kesha) (I blame work placement)
- Pon De Replay (Rhianna) (I blame 'The Hills')
- Knock Em Out' (Lily Allen) (is it cool to like Lily Allen these days? Can she be cool in the Mike Skinner way? I'm unsure, but, yeah, this is fu-neeee)
[don't judge me. I'm listening to RRR right now because I am saaaaaaa indie, ya'll.
3. Need to get back in touch with current affairs? Aiming to watch the news, 7:30 Report & Australian Story tonight. AND, Julia Gillard's gonna be on Q & A. The million dollar question is, can I stay awake?
4. Need to not behave like a toddler when I get lost when driving. Fucking incompetent people who work/volunteer at Caulfield Racecourse. In short,
1. it was the Caravan show which meant I couldn't turn right into station street
2. I was forced to follow the queue of cars that were turning left on Kambrook Rd somewhere into 'Public Car Park'
3. Went under some random tunnel.
4. I've never parked my car on the grass before. Had to follow cars on a dirt road & follow directions given to me by old men wearing fluro hi-visibility polo's.
5. Parked my poor baby car a relatively safe distance away from other cars where I could get out.
6. Asked for help to get to 'Caulfield station'
7. Was told to 'walk' the same way I walked in
8. Get to the tunnel, am told I have to go & drive my car out, I can't walk anywhere, I'm trapped, everything is gated, FUCK.
9. Spend quite a while walking around trying to find my car. Sit in car, call a girl from uni & my mother. Scream at my mother because it's her job to come rescue me in situations like this. Explain that its impossible to walk to uni & that I'm trapped. Cry.
10. Sit & post on facebook as an attention-seeking exercise
11. Realise another car in the next row is leaving, then follow them out.
12. Get the fuck out of the caravan show.
13. Have no idea where I am, somewhere off Kambrook? Park in a sidestreet & follow gps. Am too scared to turn right a few times so go straight & eventually find South Road.
14. Am home before the lecture finishes. Eat chocolate to calm the fuck down.
Wow. That's a lot of steps.
I have written FAR too much.
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