Woke up to the sound of lawn mowers. Thanks for that. Why do our lawn people come here before 9am. I'm sure it's illegal. If it's not, who do I get in contact with to stop this hate crime?
Anyway, so we hung around at home for a bit then went to the beach. Well, just before the beach I realised that I didn't have beach towels for the girls. I could have just used bath towels, I guess, but instead we stopped at Big W and bought some there instead. Laura chose a child-sized Spiderman towel. Basically if she lay on it her legs were in the sand. Smart cookie.
We met Beau there and ate fish and chips. It was just really nice. Oh, and I now have a very burnt shoulder. But still no tanner. This was driven home all the more by sitting next to Laura. We're basically that "Ebony and Ivory" song. Guess who's ivory!
Came home and my landlady came over to clean the house. Apparently on her way out she ran into Lisa and spoke to her about the smoking. She then sent me a text message saying that she spoke to her so it should be fine. I sent her a text back straight away to let her know that I didn't think it had worked because she had lit up straight away. And with her door open this time to really let the fumes run wild. Great. She had a friend over and they were drinking, a plot point that will make sense later on.
The girls were supposed to come to trivia with me this evening, but Mary was feeling sick so she stayed home. Laura and I went and suddenly everyone in the entire world was there. Everyone being 5 extra people. But that's a lot of people considering our usual group is around 4 people. We came seventh so we won some glasses - woot! And we also won some bar vouchers. Cos of our awesomeness.
Came home to the smell of cigarettes and vomit. Asians can't hold their liquor. That's not racist, that's science. I read it. In a book.
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
Friday, 9 January 2009
Getting old is expensive...
... is the thought I had as I applied my eyecream this evening. It's running out, it seems to cost me too much, and it's only a Nivea one, so it's pretty much the cheapest of them all.
In other news, Mary and Laura are coming up to stay on Sunday afternoon and I'm so effing excited. I'm like a little kid. Lame. Mary's driving me nuts though, little bratus. I've had to be on damage control cos she had decided that she hates Laura so she wasn't coming. She's very temperamental - decided she hated Laura because Lou used up all her downloads on the internet (it doesn't take much for her to hate anyone). So anyway, the best way to deal with Mary is to just not take what she's saying on board. So I steamrolled ahead and she's coming up with Laura.
Also, I ended up telling my landlord about Lisa. I had to call her anyway about Mary and Laura coming up, and I ended up just telling her. And she was sooooo not amused. Wow. You know how anti-smoking I am? I was being nice saying Lisa could smoke on the balcony. She was like, HELL NO - not even around the house. Wow. So that's that.
Also, it turns out that a series of text messages she had written me last week asking about what I was doing last weekend were for a purpose - she was inviting me to go with her family to "the bay". Does that mean Nelson Bay? I dunno. Anyway, she was feeling bad about my fighting with Dan (yeah, I've told the entire world) and how her daughter was fighting with her brother too (same age difference, two years, and the brother was at the Police academy at the same time as Dan and now works as a police officer. Coincidence? Yes, a very very big one) and how we're similar ages so she thought we could hang out.
Here's the thing, Jacqueline's (the landlord) daughter has a little girl and is just a couple of years older than me. She's been married and divorced. I'm so immature for my age so it doesn't matter that we're the same age, I just don't think I'd be able to compare. But I thought it was lovely of Jackie to ask.
In other news, Mary and Laura are coming up to stay on Sunday afternoon and I'm so effing excited. I'm like a little kid. Lame. Mary's driving me nuts though, little bratus. I've had to be on damage control cos she had decided that she hates Laura so she wasn't coming. She's very temperamental - decided she hated Laura because Lou used up all her downloads on the internet (it doesn't take much for her to hate anyone). So anyway, the best way to deal with Mary is to just not take what she's saying on board. So I steamrolled ahead and she's coming up with Laura.
Also, I ended up telling my landlord about Lisa. I had to call her anyway about Mary and Laura coming up, and I ended up just telling her. And she was sooooo not amused. Wow. You know how anti-smoking I am? I was being nice saying Lisa could smoke on the balcony. She was like, HELL NO - not even around the house. Wow. So that's that.
Also, it turns out that a series of text messages she had written me last week asking about what I was doing last weekend were for a purpose - she was inviting me to go with her family to "the bay". Does that mean Nelson Bay? I dunno. Anyway, she was feeling bad about my fighting with Dan (yeah, I've told the entire world) and how her daughter was fighting with her brother too (same age difference, two years, and the brother was at the Police academy at the same time as Dan and now works as a police officer. Coincidence? Yes, a very very big one) and how we're similar ages so she thought we could hang out.
Here's the thing, Jacqueline's (the landlord) daughter has a little girl and is just a couple of years older than me. She's been married and divorced. I'm so immature for my age so it doesn't matter that we're the same age, I just don't think I'd be able to compare. But I thought it was lovely of Jackie to ask.
Thursday, 8 January 2009
I am a Stupid.
So, I was so excited about Nicole coming up this weekend. I planned a day at the Hunter Valley and was ready to get all Sideways and say stuff like, "I detest merlot. I only drink pinot noir."
And it's not going to happen because I am a douche and didn't write my work times into my diary correctly. I thought I had Saturday off and so I told Nicole to come up. Yeah, turns out that of course I don't have Saturday off - me, have a weekend off? Hells no! So yeah, I'm working. Nicole is tentatively scheduled in for the Australia Day long weekend (remind me to NA it at work).
So anyway, that sucks.
Had the dentist appointment. I thought I was having problems with my wisdom teeth. It turns out that I don't actually have wisdom teeth. She kept asking if I'd had them removed, and I'm sure that's something I'd remember, but then I started doubting myself...
I had a pleasant shopping experience with Emma this evening. I ended up finding the stuff I was after, and I bought some blush as well, which was a lot more than I'd want to spend but I had a Westfield voucher so it was like it only cost $10. Then Em and I acted like 15 year olds trying on dresses on all the stores and throwing them over the changeroom walls to swap and compare. Lots of fun.
Oh, and I don't know what to do about the Lisa thing. I was all set to speak to my landlord this afternoon but she didn't answer, so I just left a message asking her to call me, which she hasn't done yet. But now I've chickened out a bit, especially because when I came home today Lisa was on the balcony smoking, so that's good, right? I dunno. I know I'm not in the wrong if I tell the landlords, but I also feel bad. Stupid toxic guilt.
And it's not going to happen because I am a douche and didn't write my work times into my diary correctly. I thought I had Saturday off and so I told Nicole to come up. Yeah, turns out that of course I don't have Saturday off - me, have a weekend off? Hells no! So yeah, I'm working. Nicole is tentatively scheduled in for the Australia Day long weekend (remind me to NA it at work).
So anyway, that sucks.
Had the dentist appointment. I thought I was having problems with my wisdom teeth. It turns out that I don't actually have wisdom teeth. She kept asking if I'd had them removed, and I'm sure that's something I'd remember, but then I started doubting myself...
I had a pleasant shopping experience with Emma this evening. I ended up finding the stuff I was after, and I bought some blush as well, which was a lot more than I'd want to spend but I had a Westfield voucher so it was like it only cost $10. Then Em and I acted like 15 year olds trying on dresses on all the stores and throwing them over the changeroom walls to swap and compare. Lots of fun.
Oh, and I don't know what to do about the Lisa thing. I was all set to speak to my landlord this afternoon but she didn't answer, so I just left a message asking her to call me, which she hasn't done yet. But now I've chickened out a bit, especially because when I came home today Lisa was on the balcony smoking, so that's good, right? I dunno. I know I'm not in the wrong if I tell the landlords, but I also feel bad. Stupid toxic guilt.
Catholic Church of Australia, Take Note:
If one of these guys were my priest, I might resume attending Church.
And yes, I'm going to Hell for having impure thoughts.
And yes, I'm going to Hell for having impure thoughts.
Wednesday, 7 January 2009
See? I'm not allowed to be happy!
After the loverly day I had yesterday, of course today would suck. How dare I be in a good mood??
Went to the dentist today. I got there early because it's my first time at that clinic and that's what the receptionist told me to do. I get there, I'm told the dentist is running 20 mins late, I say fine, I settle down with a book.
40 mins later, good mood is waning. I go up to the receptionist and I'm all, hi. What's up? And she goes to check and something "unexpected" has happened so the dentist is going to be at least another 20 mins.
Good mood is gone. I say that I really don't want to be waiting any longer (that will have made it a whole frigging hour!) and it's my one day off work (lie). Seriously, if she knew that the doctor was running 20 mins late when I got there (11:20), why didn't she just call and tell me that. I would have gone for a coffee or something. (Obviously, by this time in anger the dentist deserves my coffee breath.) So yeah, it's rescheduled for tomorrow after work. Fun.
So then I decided to go shopping at Charlestown because it's the only Myer around. First, Charlestown has become annoying because suddenly streets you used to be able to turn down are no longer available to you. Second, I was stopped at a set of lights when the pedestrian crossing signal turned green. People crossed, but not the man on the side that I was driving on. When it went green, he began to tighten the straps on his pants (hard to explain what this means). When the lights began to flash red for the pedestrians, and everyone else had crossed the road, and it did that flashing amber lights thing for cars, he decides that that is the time to step onto the road. Not cross it, mind you. Just step onto the road in front of me, and just stand there. So I'm in a bad mood already, and I'm so perplexed wondering what the eff was going on, so I beep at him, just a little toot, and give him a "what's going on" shrug.
I forgot I'm in Newcastle.
Of course he then starts walking towards the car (I quickly lock the doors) and starts hurling abuse at me. Of course he does. Anyway, eventually I duck around him and get to the shops in order to find ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Actually, I lie. I did find a pair of cheap, canvas shoes I'd been looking for for a few weeks now, but that is all. I didn't find any of the stuff I was hoping to get. GRRR.
So I came home in the stifling heat and just sat and watched The Office.
WHY WON'T IT JUST RAIN ALREADY????? It's been looking like it's going to rain all freaking afternoon, and I just want it to cool down already.
Oh, and Lisa is smoking in her room again. I don't know what to do.
Went to the dentist today. I got there early because it's my first time at that clinic and that's what the receptionist told me to do. I get there, I'm told the dentist is running 20 mins late, I say fine, I settle down with a book.
40 mins later, good mood is waning. I go up to the receptionist and I'm all, hi. What's up? And she goes to check and something "unexpected" has happened so the dentist is going to be at least another 20 mins.
Good mood is gone. I say that I really don't want to be waiting any longer (that will have made it a whole frigging hour!) and it's my one day off work (lie). Seriously, if she knew that the doctor was running 20 mins late when I got there (11:20), why didn't she just call and tell me that. I would have gone for a coffee or something. (Obviously, by this time in anger the dentist deserves my coffee breath.) So yeah, it's rescheduled for tomorrow after work. Fun.
So then I decided to go shopping at Charlestown because it's the only Myer around. First, Charlestown has become annoying because suddenly streets you used to be able to turn down are no longer available to you. Second, I was stopped at a set of lights when the pedestrian crossing signal turned green. People crossed, but not the man on the side that I was driving on. When it went green, he began to tighten the straps on his pants (hard to explain what this means). When the lights began to flash red for the pedestrians, and everyone else had crossed the road, and it did that flashing amber lights thing for cars, he decides that that is the time to step onto the road. Not cross it, mind you. Just step onto the road in front of me, and just stand there. So I'm in a bad mood already, and I'm so perplexed wondering what the eff was going on, so I beep at him, just a little toot, and give him a "what's going on" shrug.
I forgot I'm in Newcastle.
Of course he then starts walking towards the car (I quickly lock the doors) and starts hurling abuse at me. Of course he does. Anyway, eventually I duck around him and get to the shops in order to find ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Actually, I lie. I did find a pair of cheap, canvas shoes I'd been looking for for a few weeks now, but that is all. I didn't find any of the stuff I was hoping to get. GRRR.
So I came home in the stifling heat and just sat and watched The Office.
WHY WON'T IT JUST RAIN ALREADY????? It's been looking like it's going to rain all freaking afternoon, and I just want it to cool down already.
Oh, and Lisa is smoking in her room again. I don't know what to do.
Tuesday, 6 January 2009
*Smile*
As I write this I'm sitting at my desk with the fan focussed on me and eating some banana bread I just baked. Yummy.
Had a really good day today. First I got up early and went for a walk. That's not so good, especially cos it's so hot that I couldn't dry off after the walk or after my cold shower, and it took me forever to dry my hair because I also had to be drying my back. Lol. But it was still fine.
My morning was spent breakfasting, coffeeing, and browsing through cute little clothing & knicknack stores, a 2nd hand book store (off loaded a tonne of books I was just going to give to Salvos anyway, picked up 4 new books as well as made $5 - hells yeah!) and a comic bookstore with Beau and Simon.
Got home, watched Dr. Phil (well, napped through Dr. Phil) and Oprah, baked banana bread, spilt nail polish on my dress and now I'm off to trivia.
Anyone know how I can get nail polish out of clothing? Very annoying, although the colour is too cute - it's an orangy-pink and it reminds me of that peel-off nail polish you wear as a kid.
Had a really good day today. First I got up early and went for a walk. That's not so good, especially cos it's so hot that I couldn't dry off after the walk or after my cold shower, and it took me forever to dry my hair because I also had to be drying my back. Lol. But it was still fine.
My morning was spent breakfasting, coffeeing, and browsing through cute little clothing & knicknack stores, a 2nd hand book store (off loaded a tonne of books I was just going to give to Salvos anyway, picked up 4 new books as well as made $5 - hells yeah!) and a comic bookstore with Beau and Simon.
Got home, watched Dr. Phil (well, napped through Dr. Phil) and Oprah, baked banana bread, spilt nail polish on my dress and now I'm off to trivia.
Anyone know how I can get nail polish out of clothing? Very annoying, although the colour is too cute - it's an orangy-pink and it reminds me of that peel-off nail polish you wear as a kid.
Sunday, 4 January 2009
Oh Hell No!
My housemate has been smoking inside the house. Oh no she did not! Y'all know how much I hate cigarette smoke, but people chose to smoke and I respect that. All the smokers I know are respectful of the fact that people around them don't smoke and so they make an effort. This is a non-smoking house. I was fine when Lisa was smoking on the front balcony. That's cool, whatever. She'd close the glass door when she was out there so nothing could get into the house. Then yesterday I smelt smoke outside her room and it had spread through the house. It was outside my door, but luckily not in my room. I wasn't going to say anything, just in case she had just left the screen door open to the balcony when she was smoking (which happens to be outside my room. Grr), but just now, when I know she hasn't gone outside her room today, I went to do my laundry and there's smoke outside her room again.
And now I have to say something to her. I hate doing this. I hate when people put me in the position where I do this. But smoking inside a house I have to be living in is unacceptable. I don't want to be around it, and I don't care how much of a nark I sound like.
And now I have to say something to her. I hate doing this. I hate when people put me in the position where I do this. But smoking inside a house I have to be living in is unacceptable. I don't want to be around it, and I don't care how much of a nark I sound like.
Friday, 2 January 2009
Woot!
Nicole McDougall is coming to visit me next week! So excited, and in preparation I have begun to clean my room. So far I have opened a bag of garbage bags. The rest will happen, naturally.
I spent the day with Kate and Liz which was good fun. We went to the beach for a few hours and then I gorged on fish and chips. I randomly got slightly burnt on my upper-right thigh. It now resembles a ham.
I other news, we're starting to plan Angela's hen's night, although it is more a hen's weekend, and I'm starting to worry. First, they want to do one of those stripper cruises like Studs Afloat. I know that this is standard hen's night tom-foolery (such an underused word!), but have I mentioned before that male strippers make me dry heave? The thrusting, the fake tan, the body oil, the g-strings (also, when did g's start being called "g-bangers"? not a fan), the obvious over-indulgence of protein skakes = vomiting a little in my mouth. Yeah, that's my idea of a good night out. And ew, the guy on the website has a nipple ring. Ew ew ew ew.
So apparently we're staying in a hotel that night, then the next day doing pole dancing lessons, then having dinner at a Greek restaurant in Parra, then the next day is some pamper thing and then the Bridal Shower. Phew. So much. I've opted out of the pamper thing because it already looks like it's going to cost a heap, and I've said I'll set up for the bridal shower. That weekend is going to be so exxie - first the present (what's the going rate for the shower - $100?), then the accom costs plus everything else. So not in the mood.
I spent the day with Kate and Liz which was good fun. We went to the beach for a few hours and then I gorged on fish and chips. I randomly got slightly burnt on my upper-right thigh. It now resembles a ham.
I other news, we're starting to plan Angela's hen's night, although it is more a hen's weekend, and I'm starting to worry. First, they want to do one of those stripper cruises like Studs Afloat. I know that this is standard hen's night tom-foolery (such an underused word!), but have I mentioned before that male strippers make me dry heave? The thrusting, the fake tan, the body oil, the g-strings (also, when did g's start being called "g-bangers"? not a fan), the obvious over-indulgence of protein skakes = vomiting a little in my mouth. Yeah, that's my idea of a good night out. And ew, the guy on the website has a nipple ring. Ew ew ew ew.
So apparently we're staying in a hotel that night, then the next day doing pole dancing lessons, then having dinner at a Greek restaurant in Parra, then the next day is some pamper thing and then the Bridal Shower. Phew. So much. I've opted out of the pamper thing because it already looks like it's going to cost a heap, and I've said I'll set up for the bridal shower. That weekend is going to be so exxie - first the present (what's the going rate for the shower - $100?), then the accom costs plus everything else. So not in the mood.
Thursday, 1 January 2009
Oh, and
continuing with my love affair with Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera:
He recognised her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow
at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes
more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in
half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last
breath:"Only God knows how much I loved you."
So I've decided to start doing what Oprah does (stop hating! This is a good idea, and I'm not just doing it cos Oprah does it. Or at least, it isn't the only reason) and that is to underline the passages that I love and put a little post-it flag on them. At first I felt bad about doing it, but I'd love to go back and read just those passages.
Speaking of books, I only managed to read 25 novels this year. That's compared with the 57 novels I managed to read in 2007, but that said, for half of '07 I was practically a stay-at-home mum with nothing better to do, and then for the other half I was unemployed or casually employed. And this year was nuts with uni. And yes, I keep a list of all the books I read. I started in '07 to keep track of what I've read so I don't double up too much, even though I still do love to reread.
NERD!
So New Year's wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. The plans were always to go to Michael's and have a small BBQ get-together with singstar (yes!), but at work yesterday afternoon I found out that all these people I really do not like were coming (apparently having invited themselves... che embarrassato!) so I was expecting the worst. It was a surprisingly pleasant night and I got quite drunk, to my annoyance, but I felt I needed to in order to distract myself from some of the people there.
Funniest thing though - Michael's ex's new boyfriend texted Michael one of those "send to all" New Year's greetings, and I was like, Oh HELL no! First, why would he have Mike's number?? Secondly, don't be sending one of those coupley texts to someone after the horrible breakup. And thirdly, this guy has wanky Sonic the Hedgehog hair (that point is obviously integral to the story). So I got the number off Michael and called this guy and was like, "Who is this??? I hope you have a horrible new year and your hair is fugly and so's your face." At least I think I said that. I don't really remember. But then started a texting fest which cracked me up this morning when I reread it:
*all text is as originally written
Him (H): Whateva! Dont hate! Happy new year.
Me (M): I hate. Fuck you and your face. And your stupid hair.
H: I must have a wrong nmber. Sorry! I am not friends with weirdos. U dont know me so even pretend 2 start.
M: You and your face are ridiculous.
H: OK well my dad is a cop so i will just past this on.
M: Well so's my brother. So you're welcome.
Then the ex-boyfriend called me and I have no idea what he said or what I said, but I'm sure it was hillarious, and I'm sure I made such witty comments as, "I hope your year is horrible" and "You and your boyfriend can have ugly hair together."
Yes, I am 12 years old, but, bitch, I don't care. I was drunk and it was fun. And reading the messages this morning had me cracking up, especially the "You and your face are ridiculous" remark. WTF?! I am the one who is ridiculous!
Funniest thing though - Michael's ex's new boyfriend texted Michael one of those "send to all" New Year's greetings, and I was like, Oh HELL no! First, why would he have Mike's number?? Secondly, don't be sending one of those coupley texts to someone after the horrible breakup. And thirdly, this guy has wanky Sonic the Hedgehog hair (that point is obviously integral to the story). So I got the number off Michael and called this guy and was like, "Who is this??? I hope you have a horrible new year and your hair is fugly and so's your face." At least I think I said that. I don't really remember. But then started a texting fest which cracked me up this morning when I reread it:
*all text is as originally written
Him (H): Whateva! Dont hate! Happy new year.
Me (M): I hate. Fuck you and your face. And your stupid hair.
H: I must have a wrong nmber. Sorry! I am not friends with weirdos. U dont know me so even pretend 2 start.
M: You and your face are ridiculous.
H: OK well my dad is a cop so i will just past this on.
M: Well so's my brother. So you're welcome.
Then the ex-boyfriend called me and I have no idea what he said or what I said, but I'm sure it was hillarious, and I'm sure I made such witty comments as, "I hope your year is horrible" and "You and your boyfriend can have ugly hair together."
Yes, I am 12 years old, but, bitch, I don't care. I was drunk and it was fun. And reading the messages this morning had me cracking up, especially the "You and your face are ridiculous" remark. WTF?! I am the one who is ridiculous!
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