*Insert hilarious, deep, evocative, ironic, words, words, friends only picture here*
I'm on episode four, and I don't really know if I like this show. I have a couple of problems with it- especially the fact that Tom Jeeter is now a peodphile- like some of the dialogue is really cute, some of the character dynamics are quite interesting and I do like the kids, BUT there's just something about it that makes me feel like I'm watching the show just because..... possibly because the gay son IS ADORABLE. But I don't know...
edited soon after
Went to go make my morning coffee, have a nice relaxing breakfast,
saw the Ant equivilant of the Spartan 300 crawling on the bin, up the wall, ON THE ROOF. Went crazy and tried to find bug spray. Used air-freshener in lieu of bug spray. Started manic gay-panic inspired cleaning frenzy. Decided to debut Esther. Realized paying target for a reasonably expensive dustbuster was a waste of money. Cursed Esther. Realized this house has no cleaning products whatsoever, went to supermarket looking horrible, sweaty and horrible, bought thirty dollars worth of cleaning products. Saw cute boy in the housewares shop. Don't have a nice kitchen so have no motivation to go into housewares shop in order fall in love and live in an apartment where there are no ants, leaves, sand, dirt and dust. Might go into housewares shop later to look for banal item in order to fall in love and move to dream apartment. Forgot to buy dustpan to replace one that was used to get rid of dead rat. Am deciding if using paper will work, or if I should walk back to the shopping centre to buy dustpan. Housewares guy is out of my league and has probably already fallen in love with someone who bought a banal item to get the nice apartment. Need more banal items. Must finish cleaning house. Have no motivation due to lack of coffee. Sad.
Had to update.
If you've been following my antics of the day, you'll know there is a crap load of crap outside my house. My housemate came home while I was hanging out my laundry, and decided to prove to me that the city of Sydney council would have indeed picked up everything. She opened the garage door, and lo EVERYTHING WAS GONE. Including the barbeque, the shoes AND THE GIANT LOG?!?!
Merrily we roll'd along, me hanging out my washing, her hosing mollusks off planks of wood until there was a rustle, a scream, and a big, fat rat which proceeded to fall to the ground, hiss then spasm about until it died. After that it was up to the man of the house to remove Mr. Whiskers from the garden. Unfortunately he wasn't home, so I had to do it.( An old rat is a brave ratCollapse )
So now there are only three things sitting outside our house. It looks less like a slum and more like a hideous art exhibit.
I need to leave the house. Job hunting, possibly Myer, and possibly coffee.UPDATE:
SOMEONE TOOK THE DUSTPAN...
Someone took the dustpan that a dead rat was lying on... I feel dirty.
I'm also in love with the model from Temptation.
Last night in an attempt to let myself get a good nights sleep I popped something a little medicinal [fuck you rescue remedy nighttime edition. Natural Sleep Aid? More like Natural little bottle of water. I got bored yesterday afternoon and had like 13 sprays of the stuff [recommended dosage 2 sprays] and NOTHING.] and all I got were dreams about putting mascara on. For like the whole night I was putting mascara on, and then my facial hair grew like it was on crack and I started putting mascara on my cheeks. I woke up and actually had convinced myself I really needed to shave because of how long my facial hair was.
I have NO idea if that has any significance or anything, dream symbolism of mascara anyone? Maybe it's work invading my dreams again, not the first time at that. I can now recommend Mirenesse Mascara and talk about how easily it is to apply to the eyes, the area around the eyes, the cheeks and the stubble.
WHAT IF THEY FOUGHT?!?!
SOMETHING HAS FOUND US...
AND IT'S TOTALLY AWESOME.
I hope they post it MacBook Air style, in a manila folder and broken to thin, absorby pieces.
one of my sister's friends had to 'crash on our couch' yesterday
apparently that means he literally slept on the couch rather than taking the option of oh.. the spare room we currently have.
getting ready for work this morning=annoying.
i have to kind of like.. not wake him or something... but also... eat...and watch tv.... both vitally important to starting the day correctly. WHAT THE FUCK. HOW DO I MAKE MAI PORRIDGE WITHOUT WAKING SOME GUY?
EARLY ACCEPTANCES FOR COLLEGE COME OUT TODAY.
YEAH SURE IT'S LIKE 30 YEARS PAST EVERY FUCKING ONE ELSE, BUT I MIGHT ACTUALLY KNOW IF I'M GOING TO COLLEGE OR NOT. I MIGHT ALSO NOT KNOW IF I'M GOING TO COLLEGE OR NOT BECAUSE THIS IS ONLY EARLY ACCEPTANCES SO THEY MIGHT JUST SAY 'O HAY FUCK YOU, YOU WAIT TILL FUCKING JANUARY' AND BY THAT TIME I WILL HAVE GIVEN UP ALL HOPE AND STARTED WORK AS A WHORE. SUCKKY FUCKKY FIVE DOLLA? </shift>
I had a dream about work again today, which is sad because sleep should be one of those times i'm not thinking about work, but my subconscious is a dick..... it was aaaall about how these kid came in and bought two bottles of cough syrup, then two more came in, with the same uniform, and bought the exact same thing five minutes later. HOW FUCKING STUPID CAN YOU GET? Not just because they suck at being subtle, but also because ITS COUGH SYRUP? Like if they were doing meth, at least people would think they were risky idiots... BUT THESE ARE JUST SERIOUS IDIOTS. In my day, pot was cool.... and my day is now, so when the fuck did cough syrup take-over illegal drug activities? Am I making any sense, because I woke up like half an hour ago... but like imagine that 70's show [without gouging out your eyes] with them all sitting around, taking hits of cough syrup and getting groggy.... by mistake they buy the drowsy one and all end up asleep... with no signs of a chesty cough....i hate people. LIKE THE GUY MAKING IT DIFFICULT FOR ME TO ENJOY MY
SNAKES ON MY MOTHERFUCKING PLANE BREAKFAST......
Aaaand a happy wednesday to you all.
It's my one day off today and I have to go to a family gathering to celebrate my uncle's 50th birthday.... it actually could be his 60th. No yes it is because they're older than my parents not younger. Hey fantastic start no? So but I really don't want to go. I want to stay home, wear sweat pants, drink beer, scratch myself and watch the game while my girl makes me some goddamn nachos. BUT NO. We're probably going to have seafood or something, which I don't eat because for some reason my mind can justify killing and sucking on pig-fat but gets all grossed out when faced with a lobster. I think it's because you're seeing the whole thing.. like if they served an entire pig then I'd have issues with it. No nevermind, I've had almost entire chickens, that argument fails like hell.... whatever I just don't really eat seafood, and this side of my family thinks that's like a cardinal sin or something, which is actually so wrong it's not funny, it's actually a sin to eat shrimp.... Leviticus 11: 9-12 told me so. Pretty much anything with scales and a fin you can eat [sry Hayden Panettiere; 1 whale plz] but those that do not have fins and scales in the sea '...they shall be an abomination unto you'.
Also also also I can't get the spanish verb song out of my head...
Vamos hablar del verbo caminar
significa: to walk
el camina, y usted tambien
nosotros caminamos *pause for the scratchy fish noise*
ellos caminan y ustedes tambien.
Vamos hablar del verbo encontrar
significa: to find!
el encuentro y usted tambien
nosotros encontramos *scratchy fish*
ellos encuentran y ustedes tambien!
i'm only going to do two, I just wanted to prove I could actually finish two verbs after what? about six months of not doing any spanish? IT'S LIKE RIDING UNA BICICLETA!
So what's going on with all of you guys there...
[...which is brilliant considering I thought I was going to get a 12]
[...For those not versed in IB.. its out of 45.....not 100.........kthx]
Obviously the only way to celebrate is ( DALIKEA PR0NCollapse )
WOOTPs. Samantita, si puedes leer este ....website-o, TENGO UNA 6 EN LA CLASE DE ESPANOL PORQUE ESTOY EL MEJOR ESTUDIANTE A ESPANOL.... pero.. Charlotte got a 7.... because she's a crazy flemish bastard.
I haven't been sleeping so great lately. I think its the fact that in a few days time I'll be taking some very important exams, and am only slightly prepared for said exams. Whilst a bulk of my time has been dedicated to studying, the other part of my time has been dedicated to worrying about how poorly I may do. Flip-flopping from the ever so awkward 'believing in oneself', chanting mantras of "I should get a 35...... at least...........or most........34.....I will get a 33, and if not that, then a 32.... in the 30ies?" to the oh so hilarious "Hey, is college THAT important? Seriously.. other people haven't gone to college and been fiiiine, like that guy that worked at McDonald's and became manager and then general manager? I could do that.. I could generally manage a McDonald's..."
Last night I didn't get much sleep, and now I'm sorta sick. I don't know if I'm sick because of the lack of sleep or I didn't sleep because I was already sorta sick... whatever the case... i now have a meniscus of saliva residing in the basement of my throat, which makes swallowing difficult. [Shut the hell up, I don't mean swallowing in the rude, immature sense....... for the first time ever...bastard.]
nnnnng make it june?
I was looking at a prospective university's website
and then i started to feel nauseous.
And yes, Alice, it was