This is the trailer for the movie adaptation of Cormac McCarthy's The Road. I hope this trailer isn't indicative of what the actual movie is supposed to be like. If you haven't read the book I urge you to do so - it's so well written and manages to be bleak, desolate and hopeful, both in subject matter and in the way it is written. There are way too many people in this trailer. Hopefully that is all the people in the entire movie, shown in that brief segment, because there really shouldn't be many people. And there's too much sound!!! As I was reading the book, I thought the only way this could work as a movie would be if there was no music, no sound apart from the sound of their voices, footsteps, wind and rain. But there's too much sound in this!

Meanwhile, I shouldn't be getting my knickers in a knot cos it's just a trailer!

Creative Writing is sooooo frustrating!

I have a 2500 word creative writing story due on Monday and I have nothing at all to write. I came up with an awesome opening paragraph though:

I left my first husband when he likened my supposed addiction to Oprah to his very real addiction. If that was the case, did that make Oprah my porn? At least you don’t get RSI from watching Oprah. In fact, you come away a better, wiser and more spiritual person.
So he had to go.

Isn't that an awesome first paragraph, if I do say so myself?? I'd want to keep reading it! But where does the story go from there? In fact, where is the story? See? Frustrating.

Nicole has just left the house. Such a good time eating, drinking and watching Oprah. I'm feeling so refreshed now - I needed a weekend like that a lot. I haven't had time to myself, for myself, for a long time. Even on my days off I've been stressed or running errands or thinking about everything else I need to do. Last night and today I just forgot everything and focused on the Gospel According to Oprah. It is right to give her thanks and praise. And Nicole, for bringing it.

No time to relax!

My favourite thing about finishing an assignment is grabbing one of my coloured folders, writing the course code and "Assignments" on it, then putting all of my notes and readings into that folder and storing it away, never to be looked at again.

Ahhhhhh.

Last night I finished this bitch of an assignment that was due at midnight at 11:55. Oh yeah. I finished it at 11:30 but then decided that I should read it and see that it actually made sense. It didn't really, but oh well. I fixed a few things, but there was one paragraph that seemed to repeat one several paras up from it, but them's the breaks. It's handed in, I don't have to think about it, I can relax.

Except that I can't because I have two assignments due on Monday. And meanwhile, I'm going out tonight (like a REAL student on student night!!! Wow!) and Nicole's coming up on Saturday to be awesome and watch Oprah (ooooooh yeah!).

Crisis Averted

Her car was back in her parking spot. There will be no glassing tonight*.




*unless there's a football match on somewhere.

Here's another one of those bitchy posts I do so well. Feel free to skip.

So, have I mentioned that I hate when people don't like me? Like, it really irks me, because I do project niceness, even if it isn't real. Maybe that being-nice thing is annoying - use that as your reason for not liking me. But don't not like me (wow. way to not use grammar!) because you got in trouble by your mummy and daddy for something that YOU did.

Yes, I'm talking about my housemates.

Again.

Really, this blog should be called Share Housing : A Cautionary Tale.

But anyway, after the bitching (which still kind of annoys me because they were bitching about Shuba and I personally. When we bitch about them, it's about the messy kitchen or bathroom or whatever, never them as people), Shuba put up a message on the board saying that they needed to vacuum the house because they had the vac when our cleaner was here so she couldn't do it. Fair enough - it's just the way it works. It happened once last year too. Anyway, they put the vac back and didn't clean the house. They've finally done it tonight which is great, but they've also been very stand-offish towards us.

Exhibit A: I got home from the gym this evening and Nicole was parked IN MY PARKING SPACE. Hello??? Could you be more obvious? I know it's such a little thing, but I worked long and hard to get that parking space last year and I have six more weeks of having it. Not only did she park in that space, but she parked really far out, so if I was to park next to her car there would be no room for her to open her door. I was tempted to leave it like that, but then realised how mean of me that was (and also, she's pretty bitchy and I could just imagine her slamming her car door into mine...). After adjusting my car three times to try and make room to no avail, I finally decided to give up and park on the street. As I was going to drive down though, I noticed she was in the kitchen washing her dishes. So she's seen me do this driving in-and-out thing. So I stopped my car, opened the door, and, nicely of course, asked her to move her car a little to the left. I didn't ask her to get out of my space, just to move her car over. Her answer was, "Oh. OK." No apology for inconveniencing me OR STEALING MY SPACE, and she continued what she was doing for a bit. She also hadn't looked up at me.

People would know by now that I am really unable to hold my tongue in situations when I should shut up and keep it to myself.

So after ten second's deliberation, "Do you have a problem with me, Nicole?"

She looks at me, "No. No. I don't. I'm just having this thing. With a friend."
Then quickly wipes her hands and grabs her keys.

She moves her car over a bit. I park in the shit space. The end.

For now.................. [cue Dr. Evil laugh] [that reference is SO outdated]

Have y'all seen this yet?

This glamourous shirt (available from Amazon) is pretty much the hottest thing I've ever seen. Plus, everyone seems to be attesting to its mystical powers:

This item has wolves on it which makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 stars by itself, but once I tried it on, that's when the magic happened. After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my trailer to Wal-mart with the shirt on and was immediately approached by women. The women knew from the wolves on my shirt that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to 'howl at the moon' from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called mehth. I told them no, because they didn't have enough teeth, and frankly a man with a wolf-shirt shouldn't settle for the first thing that comes to him.

I arrived at Wal-mart, mounted my courtesy-scooter (walking is such a drag!) sitting side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a slightly sweaty dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there. She told me she liked the wolves on my shirt, I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew, and I drove my scooter, with her shuffling along side out the door and into the rest of our lives. Thank you wolf shirt.

Pros: Fits my girthy frame, has wolves on it, attracts women

Cons: Only 3 wolves (could probably use a few more on the 'guns'), cannot see wolves when sitting with arms crossed, wolves would have been better if they glowed in the dark.

And there's plenty more where that came from!

So of course I have to have it. You're all more than welcome to contribute to my Sarah-needs-a-wolf-shirt-fund. If only I had it in time to wear to that restaurant opening tomorrow.Life is so hard.

Silly

So yesterday was my laundry day and for some dumb reason I put my towels in late and went to sleep. Hello? I woke up this morning remembering that they were still in the machine and they had that gross funky smell that wet things get from being closed in too long. So I'm like, sure whatever, and restart the cycle.

Then I remembered that I now have no towels for my shower.

Well done.

Nothing else is going on. Work, uni, work. I'm still stressed about this stupid EDUC2101 assessment task. I just want it done. I finally finished my lesson plans and worksheets, now I just have to write 2000 words about the worksheets I created. Dear Teacher, anything I create is awesome, therefore my worksheets are awesome. They will promote learning by passing on a little bit of my awesomeness onto my students. Now, don't get me wrong, the awesomeness doesn't happen straight away, and obviously these kids will never attain my levels, but even a fraction of my awesomeness is pretty darned awesome.
Love, Sarah.

Only 1940 to go! Woot! This task is so easy! Why have I been stressing for the last month?

On another note, my housemates have gone (I'm assuming) home for the weekend. Except they've left their bedroom doors open. Like, wide open. Why would you do that? I find it weird enough that they leave their bedroom doors open (and their lights on) during the day when they go to uni. Not because anyone would go into your room, but because bugs might crawl in!

Anyway, on Thursday night Shuba overheard them bitching about us. No, not bitching per se, but making fun of us? Anyway, it got me shitty for about ten seconds because I have been nothing but nice to them! Seriously. I know I bitch and moan about them, but I'm actually really nice. Yes, I complained about them to the landlord, but I spoke to them first and it made no difference. But they brought that upon themselves. I'm the one that has the right to bitch because I'm the wronged party! And yet I'm still nice!

Then after ten seconds I remembered that they are little children and that they behave accordingly.

I don't know if I was like that at 17/18, but maybe I was. I mean, I'm pretty bitchy now, so it wouldn't be that much different, I'm sure.

So now I'm off to shower with the "house towels" in the hall cupboard. Ewwwww...

It is incredibly disconcerting to have a doctor wiki your problem to determine which medication you should be on.

FINALLY

I totally got a customer compliment yesterday. Because I am AWESOME. Or, because I didn't have any other customers at registers and didn't mind chatting about that stupid bogan who stole a bar mat in Thailand to him. And he gave me a compliment. WOOT!

Now, obviously I was nice out of the kindness of my heart (yet to be proven), but when other people get a customer compliment they get a gift card for the store. I better be getting some PAY from this. I'm just saying. David came up to me and told me the customer had said nice things. Yuhuh. Where's my money, bitch?

Jokes, jokes. :-

Meanwhile, I totally won something at work. Nice. Didn't even know there was a competition. Oh yeah. On Tuesday next week Deb, Rene` and I are going to the opening of a new restaurant neaby called Lizotte's.

Performing at this special launch are Diesel, Deni Hines, Beccy Cole, local artists Benjalu and Jason Lowe. Your MC is Aaron Kearney.

Can I get a who-now? I've heard of Deni Hines, and Diesel is familiar, but I have no idea about the others.

But HEY! FREE FOOD! Y'all know I am PRO free food. Mmm yummy.

Le sigh

Have I mentioned that I'm STILL really disappointed that I never got to see Air Supply when they did their concert at the Opera House. Repressed memories have come to the surface as I've been catching up on Community Channel vids and she went and saw them. I'm still pissed at my stupid brother about that. Stupid Daniel and his stupid face. He bought me a stupid RnB Superclub album for my birthday because he didn't know what to get me. How is it that I can say over and over from February, "Dan, I want a ticket to the Air Supply concert for my birthday," and he still couldn't figure out what I wanted.

Yes, it's a month later and I'm still cranky.

But Air Supply are getting old! What if they die and I don't get to see them?????

Sarah is Subtle

So here's me for subtle. Rachel finally writes on my facebook wall so I know she's alive, and I'm trying to figure out how to tell her that she needs to call a certain friend of ours for a certain reason. I can't say why in case Rachel reads this (I'm sure she doesn't, but just in case), and I ended up saying, "You should call us all and see what we're up to." "You should call us to check up on us." And finally, "Angela got a puppy. You should call her and get her to describe it."

See. I'm shit at secrets. Don't tell me them unless you want everyone to know.

But still tell me them cos I want to know too.

A girl after my own heart

I'ma get moi fulli sik cuzins on you.

Yesterday was just about the longest day of work ever. It was a 10-6 shift which is normally quite do-able (albeit blended with my normal amount of whinging), but yesterday just crawled and crawled.

But worse than that... I found a grey hair yesterday morning. It was the length of a regular hair. I cried.

Yes, I am that lame. It was a really freaky experience for me. I've glimpsed something in that section of hair for a few weeks now when I've been blowdrying, but after spending 20 minutes each time searching and finding nothing, I decided that it was a reflection from the sun or something.

It wasn't.

I found it, called it a terrible name, then promptly removed it. How do you like me now, hair? You can tell any of your little friends the fate that awaits them if they decide to become squatters on my scalp.

I called my grandma - no sympathy there. She suggested that if I was so worried I should dye my hair. Erm, no. Firstly, I like my boring-as-hell hair colour. Secondly, once you colour your hair you have to maintain it. I'm pretty sure my hair is only now fully my own colour, having grown out of those random colours I used to strangle it with. (I still can't believe how much I used to love having bright red streaks! And how much I used to spend on maintaining the ridiculous bright red streaks.)

Meanwhile, I've been doing no uni work at all. It's all too much! Also, one of the girls gave me this series to read - The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. They're so ridiculously addictive. I finished the second book last night and have decided that I can't start the third book until I finish at least one uni assignment. I hate punishing myself like this. Who actually wins? No one. I don't get to read the book I want to, my uni work doesn't get done either because I feel like I need to punish my work because it's not letting me have the fun I want... Yes, there's something not right with my brain.

I was reading an article in Cleo this morning (you know, the hard hitting stuff) and it was one of those "real life reads" about this girl who married her cousin. Um. Gross. Ew. I just don't get it at all. But it reminded me of this conversation at my nan's house the last time I was there. Our cousins came and visited us and were having morning tea. These cousins are my grandma's nephew, S, and niece-in-law, P, so that makes them my 2nd cousins? Removed? I don't know how it works. Anyway, I'd recently found out that these two are related sort-of. Not by blood, but by marriage... other than their own. Anyway, it's complicated, and whilst they aren't related by blood, I still think it's weird because he is related to P's sister by blood. Make sense? No? Who cares.

Anyway, P was mentioning that her daughter said she saw Daniel at some concert and how well they all get along, blah blah. Then she said, "I always thought Dan and my daughter would end up together, they're such great friends and would be good together." Her daughter being my cousin. I wasn't in the room but my sister was and quickly ran to tell me, where we proceeded to gag and laugh at the same time, all the while feeling dirty inside. It was good fun telling Daniel. He needed to shower after he heard it. EWwwwwwww. I don't know how other families operate, but in ours, family is family is family. It doesn't matter if you're a distant relative or if you haven't met us or if you're married into the family, it's all the same.

So yeah. I just thought it was hillarious and incredibly disturbing. And then I was like, "Ew. Does that mean I have to marry her loser son?" We've decided that Mary can marry Jonas and start a new breed of five headed babies.

LOL. It's funny cos the cat deserves it, but it's also a chihuahua, therefore it deserves death. Remind me not to get too close to a chihuahua's no-no

♥ BEST FRIENDS......UP TO A POINT ♥
by funnytoo

Urge to be excited - RISING

Ok I'm a bit worried about my trip now because it all looks like it's coming together and I'm starting to get excited. I'm so worried. I have a long history of me getting my hopes up about things and shit not working out. There's a reason I'm a glass half empty kind of person. This isn't a "woe is me life's so hard I cut myself to feel the pain" type thing, this is just 24 years of common knowledge - anything I'm looking forward to doesn't happen, or winds up horrible. Anytime I start thinking, "Maybe this time it's different," it isn't. Mostly it's worse.

So PLEASE don't let this be the same. I want it to be good so so badly. I want to be one of those people where things just work out for them. I can see that I've been self-sabotaging this trip in order to lessen the inevitable blow when it comes. I put off booking it for so long so it ended up costing me a helluva lot more than it could have. I put off organising it for so long that now I have to organise it in only a few weeks (cos I only have a few weeks left of free Lonely Planet guide :P). And other things.

But now it seems to be coming together.

I just got an email from my cousin, Carol, about my England trip. She's offered to let me stay at her place or to just visit with her, plus she's sent me another cousin's email address to get in contact with him, and apparently he's keen to meet me (he's only human). I'm not sure whether I should stay with her or not. I really want to, because it will save a lot of money (although the train ride from their place to London is about AU$20 return), but is it rude to say yes? Hmm. I'll talk to my nan about it.

But yeah, it seems to be coming together. And one of my Italian cousins and I have been having a very garbled chat via Facebook and babelfish about me visiting her when I go to Italy.

Something will explode soon.

That's because Sarah is a Stupid

So I asked my landlords to bring heaters because I've been freezing this past week. I go to bed with a hot water bottle, plus the bed socks, trackies, long sleeved shirt (my trusty "Malaka" shirt with the Golden Arches. So wrong. So right.) jumper with a hoodie, and depending on the temperature of the air in my room, sometimes the hood over my head and my head under the blankets. Sexy.

So I'm cold, right? So I asked for the heaters. She's like, you can have the heaters, but it's really not very cold. That's great. I'm freezing. Long discussion about how I'm always cold, blah blah, all resolved. Heaters to come this week. Huzzah.

Then I get a text message - " Tip- if u close ur blinds rite up & pul curtains at nite u lose les warmth. Glass is a conductor of heat both in & out."

Yep. Because I don't know how windows work. Who doesn't close their windows at night?

Meanwhile, I've followed her instructions and I'm frozen. I'm wearing so many layers plus a scarf and it makes no difference. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Oh, and before anyone mentions how I'll cope in Germany, I'm sure Chicago's winter is worse, and I managed to make it through that, just with a lot of whinging. A. LOT. But also, houses in cold countries have central heating which is constantly on. And excellent insulation.

Speaking of whinging though, my grandma made me so cranky this morning because she wouldn't let me whinge and bitch to her. It was so annoying. I even stopped her at one point and told her to stop changing the subject because she was driving me crazy! She needs to realise that I just need to say everything I have to say, then she should respond with, "You're right. [Enter Name/s] is/are dicks/bitchfaces/sluts/scrags/annoying/stupid/odd-looking/wanky and should be kicked in the vajayjay." I don't see my nan saying those exact things, but it's just to give you an idea, although if Oprah can say "vajayjay," then my grandma can too. Then I would say, "Yeah. Stupid stupidheads," and all would be right with the world. But she constantly changes the subject which makes me feel unresolved so I try to pursue the matter further. It's so frustrating. She says it's because she knows I'm a nice person with a kind heart and I don't mean the things I say so she shouldn't encourage them.

Erm, Lola, you obviously don't know me at all. Wow. Raised me for (argh - horrid number) 24 years and we're practically strangers. If I have a heart at all, you wouldn't be able to call it, "kind". Probably a better word to describe it would be, "there". Or "beating". And I'm not nice, I'm a cranky mole with one facial expression which would best be described as, "Oh, I know you did not just do/say/think what I think you just did/said/thought. Don't make me take my shoe off and beat your sorry ass with it." Because my shoes are lovely. Or they were, once upon a time before I went on a shoe diet.

So I kind of broke my diet yesterday when I bought a new pair of shoes. But hear me out! I needed a pair of black everyday flats that were comfortable for work and also to be my shoes for Europe that would take me from walking through the towns during the day to out in the evenings. And they're not even stylish - they're DF Supersoft - nanna shoes. And they were a necessity because my cheap flats from Target have no sole left, as evidenced by the wet feet I've been experiencing of late. Plus, I took advantage of the 40% off Colorado Group voucher I got from work, so they were $60 instead of $100.

Gah. I hate spending money on ugly things.

Itinerary

Ok, so I think I have a kind-of itinerary worked out just for England, but it sucks balls. (No really, it does. I tried pulling it away and saying, "Bad itinerary, bad!" but it just wouldn't stop sucking those balls. I'm definately sending it to a finishing school when all this is done - it just isn't seemly.)

So ball-sucking aside, it looks like this:
July 8 – Fly out of Sydney
July 9 – arrive London (5 nights)
July 13 – arrive Bath (2 nights)
July 15 – arrive Stratford-upon-Avon (1 night)
July 16 – arrive Shropshire – Auntie Joan (2 nights)
July 18 – arrive Manchester – Trent (2 nights)
July 20 – Durham – family (2 nights)
July 22 – Scotland?

I just feel like there's so much more for me to see, but since I'm on a strict schedule I'm very torn. Actually, I don't know what it is exactly that I want to see. Maybe when I'm older with a steady income I can come back and do a middle-aged type of trip with a hire car, driving through the Cotswolds and the Lake District...

Marsali, my old housemate, got back to me today and has offered me accommodation with her in Aberdeen and also with her boyfriend in Edinburgh and parents in Glasgow, so that's pretty cool. Not sure if I'll take up the other offers cos I'd feel so rude and imposing, but I can't wait to see Mars and hang out with her.

OR

I just found this tour. I could cut out my night at Straford-upon-Avon and also see some of the Costwolds, albeit through the windows of the coach, but get to see Oxford, which I wouldn't have done otherwise, and also a CASTLE. You know how much I love a good castle. Although, I can see this trip heading the way of my trip to Japan where I became all templed-out. I must save myself until I get to my home. Then it's game on, moles.

I don't think my gym session this evening counts if I then came home to drink 2 glasses of red wine. And seeing as I have no tolerance for alcohol any more, I AM DRUNK. But can still type. WOOT!!! And I'm not texting anyone. IN YOUR FACES!

Also, I have blisters on my hands. Stupid rowers.

Hey Em, do we know tonight's PT's name?

You Are Fucking JOKING ME

Dear students,

This morning a sub-committee meeting was held regarding the funding forthe Student Mobility Grant. Currently the Australian and world economy is in recession and the University of Newcastle is not immune to the pressures and constraints that are placed upon finances. In addition, the interest in overseas exchange and short programs has increased by at least 300%. Fortunately the total financial support has remained robust, however due to limited funding, the money allocated to each student has beenreduced comparative to previous semesters.

Currently eligible students that claim a Travel Grant will be given the following:
INDICATIVE FUNDING 2009
One Semester Exchange
USA/Canada - Up to $1000
Asia/ Latin America - Up to $2400
UK - Up to $1000
Europe - Up to $1000

I'm just going to throw the C-word out there and say that they are all CRAP. Sooooo angry. It used to be $3000. I thought it was bad that it went down to $1500, and now it's UP TO $1000????????????? (<--there's not enough question marks in the world to show my disbelief)

How is it that Asia/Latin America are up to $2400???? Those are the cheapest places to go in the world. Latin America is more expensive to get to, but once there your peso gets you very far. Stupid Newcastle. Don't blame the bloody economy. Maybe the Vice-Chancellor could share some of his $500k pa pay check, yeah?

Couch Surfing

So I'm not sure if I've mentioned it on here, but I've told a few people that I'll be Couchsurfing while I'm overseas. Basically I have zero money so couchsurfing seemed to be an excellent option. Plus, since I'm travelling alone, built-in company!!

I now have accommodation for Bath. :-) I'm so excited. Except now I've gone searching for hostels in Bath (probably should have done that first) and found that they're nowhere near as expensive as the ones in London, and now I really want to stay in this one cos it's so darned cute!

Anyway, I called my mum to share my exciting news and she kind of freaked out a little bit.

Mum: Why don't you go to Ireland? I have cousins in Ireland you can stay with!
Me: Erm... cos I have no time and no money to get there... And if I'm going to go to Ireland I want to go to the pretty places, not Northern Ireland.
Mum: Hmmm.... well, can you just stay in a hotel in Bath?
Me: No money. I'm spending it all on the Jane Austen Museum.
Mum: What?
Me: Never mind. Just no money.

I think I want its babies

As I was coming out of my the-world-hates-me-and-wants-to-poop-on-me phase (hopefully that's the end of my cranks for this week anyway) I went grocery shopping for some fruit and veg. And yoghurt. I'm a bit annoying when it comes to buying my yoghurt cos I eat it every morning with my breakfast instead of milk. I buy those big 1kg tubs and they last me about 10 days, but I've never stuck to the one brand- I can't help but think that there's something better out there so even when I find one and think, "Ooh, I could totally eat this everyday for at least the next month," I still go for something different in case it's even better. Normally it's worse, and then I can't remember which brand I bought previously.

Last night I splurged and bought one that was a bit pricier than the others considering it's smaller. Even though I never actually knew what I was searching for, all that searching proved not to be in vain and I've found it! Gippsland Dairy Yoghurt Smooth and Creamy. It's just vanilla flavoured, but not to vanilla cos I'm not a fan of it as both a flavour and a personality trait. Basically it's that plain yoghurt you pay heaps of money for at those yoghurt stands in food courts. How many times have I begged my mum to bring me some yoghurt from that yoghurt place next to the Cookie Man on level 2 of Towers? And now it's here! In my room! On my cereal!

It's going to be so hard trying not to eat the whole tub at once...

Sorry if you don't want to read another whiney whingey post but I have to let it out.

I've just had a really horrible day.

One of those days where it starts bad and ends worse.

It started pouring as I stepped out of the house to walk to uni. My car is at Emma's house so I had no choice but to walk. But for some reason I was all chipper about it. I was all, "whatevs," and folded up my jeans and soldiered on. 20 metres down the road my iPod stopped working. I was all, "Must be out of batteries," and kept on going n silence, alone with my thoughts. I don't like being alone with my thoughts because I don't normally have very nice thoughts. By the time I got to uni I was so cold, even though I wore a cardigan, coat and scaft, and my feet and bag were soaked through. So I sat through my class freezing. I had lunch with Beau and Catherine and that was nice, then I had to go and part with another $1000 which was not so nice. Then I went to my lecture which was horrible. By then the sun had come out, but I had promised myself that as a reward for the morning's ordeal I would catch the bus home. So I sat at the bus stop and waited. And waited. Half an hour. I would have been home by then if I had walked straight after the class. I checked the timetable again. A bus should have come during that time. I finally got the shits and just walked home anyway. In silence.

Meanwhile, during the waiting-for-the-bus time I had several angry conversations with mum because she hadn't put the money into my account like she said she would. "I was at work all day, Sarah." "Then why didn't you say you were working and wouldn't have an opportunity to do it when I asked you to?" Anyway, after me telling her not to worry and I'd just borrow it off someone (I probably just would have put it on my credit card and pay the extra fee for using credit) she calls to say she just went to the bank and put the money in just as it was closing. Why didn't she just do this in the first place? I'm so tired of it all.

Then I got home and plugged my iPod into the computer only to find that the batteries haven't died, IT has.

I'm fucking over it. It has basically all my music in the entire world on it. And I so cannot afford to get it repaired. I'm so tired of things happening to me. I'm still waiting for things to be easy but it's not happening.

Oh - silver lining: it only rained a tiny bit on my way home from uni and poured as soon as I got in the door. woot.

No backing out now

The ticket is paid for. I bought the Virgin one in the end because there was a hidden tax on the Korean Air flight that actually made it more expensive than the VA flight! And all that after I'd finally convinced myself that an overnight stay in Seoul was alright, even if it did make my trip to London take 41 hours.

But the total cost was $2113. Gosh that hurt. I've paid $1000 and have been in a bad mood ever since. I don't like parting with big sums of money, even if it's big sums of money that aren't even my money (thanks K-Rudd!), especially when my free money doesn't even cover the cost of the thing I'm buying. It hurts me so much. I've inherited this attitude from my mum who would be all lovely (relatively speaking) and nice before she dished out money for you, then as soon as the money left her hands she wouldn't speak to you unless it was to tear strips out of you. I'm not as mean as she was, but I'm a cranky bitch.

So in order to counteract the cranky I've begun to (finally) clean my room. I wish I hadn't started because it's killing me. After staring at it for a long time trying to decide where to begin because there's so much crap everywhere, I decided to go for the desk. Big mistake. Lots of unpaid bills under the reams of paper everywhere. Way to make me feel better.

Then I decided to make those annoying phone calls I've been putting off because I haven't been arsed. You know, to add to my next mobile phone bill. I called NAB and had them reverse an overlimit fee from a charge I didn't actually make, then I called CBA to send me a credit card - I'd cut mine up ages ago so I wouldn't be able to spend on it. I figure I better have it when I go overseas as a precaution. But I didn't make the most important call which was supposed to be to my mum. I need to ask her to put $200 in my account tomorrow so I can pay the rest of my ticket. I'd be fine if I was allowed to pay it on Thursday, which is when I get paid, but the fare has to be paid in full by Wednesday. Hello? Not helping. Stupid airline and stupid airfare. I just don't want to call because it will definately end in us yelling at each other because she'll tell me she won't do it and I'll get upset and then it's this great big drawn out affair. OR, the yelling will be postponed until Wednesday night because she'll tell me tonight that she'll do it and then I'll be checking my accounts every two seconds and she won't actually put the money in. After all the yelling she'll put the money in on Thursday when the money will no longer be needed. It'll be Thankgiving Day weekend '06 all over again.

Making the call....

I think I want its babies.

I think I'm going to book my flight tomorrow. And by "think I'm going to book it" I mean I'm actually going to book it. Korean Airlines is $1808.95. I can't risk it going higher. I've looked on several other travel sites and the next ones are British Airways $2120.95. The Virgin one Nicole's taking is $2400. Gah.