Late night

So, even though it's after midnight, I figure this post still counts, as I am yet to go to sleep.

My headache hasn't gone away. Three days I've had it now, or is it four? I can't even remember.

Kim visited me today, which was nice. I don't see her much now, which is sad, because she makes me laugh so much. I always have so much fun when I'm with her. Speaking of fun people, I'm hoping to go visit Renee next weekend. I really want to because things are so easy with her. I can be myself and not feel like the total spaz I am. Actually, she makes me more of a spaz. Most of my favourite photos are with her. I really want to see her but it's just so much effort getting to Sydney. Why does it have to be so far away? Why don't I have my licence or a car? Besides, I am so sick. Stupid weather, gave me a stupid cold. And then there's this bloody headache. And the stabbing pain I keep getting in my stomach. I don't want to go and then be a misery guts all weekend.

Mick got fired today. I expected it to have all been blown out of proportion and for him to have his job back by the end of the day. I was wrong. Well, he had found a new job by the end of the day so I'm taking that as a partial win for me. I'm still half expecting to hear that his old boss wants him back. After Mick got the shits and quit the other day, and his boss apparently begged him not to, it seems weird that he get fired today. I guess I wasn't there, so I don't really know.

The biggest problem for me about this is that he doesn't have a car anymore, as the van he'd been driving belonged to work. Now who is meant to drive me places? More importantly, how are we meant to get into Canberra to see Tim Minchin?? I am going, I just think it would be weird all 5 of us going in with Kathryn's mum driving. A little too much like being 15 again. It's weird, I've had her drive me to several of these shows recently, but for some reason the thought of Mick being included in all this would just be weird. My friends are from two different worlds, and the thought of them being combined in a car together for all that time is just too much. But, t might be the only option.

I wrote a proper entry today, but it's still boring as hell. I guess that's okay because no one is reading this. Why do I feel so guilty then?

Headache

I have a splitting headache, a killer cold, and may vomit from eating too much frosting, but seeing as it is 10 minutes until midnight I have to write at least something! Maybe tomorrow I'll manage to write a proper entry. :)

100 posts in 100 days

So, I signed up for this thing, One hundred days to make me a better person. Basically, the idea of it is that you do one thing, once every day, for one hundred days. The thing I committed to was to write to my blog everyday. So, today, even though I have absolutely nothing to say I am writing something, because I would absolutely hate to fail this on the very first day.

Here is the link to the website, if anyone is interested; http://www.hundreddays.net/

wasting time

Wow. It's been a long time since I posted last. I guess that because not much has really happened. Finished school. I've got just under a month until I get the results. I aced the exams, no worries lol. I got moved to supervisor at work. 20 cents an hour more. Yay! It was hardly worth it. I haven't balanced once since I became supervisor. Horrible. Yeah so I don't really have anything to say.
Boring, I know, but I have no life!

Basically (Clearly, Obviously)

Over the past few weeks, I managed to remove a few people from my life. It's amazing how good it feels. I finally realised that I don't need to be holding onto the past, and so I stopped. I gave up trying to be friends with people who just couldn't care. I moved on, and my life is so much better for it.

It's strange, by making the decision to stop caring about the past, I subconsciously stopped caring about the present. Everything has become so easy, and I no longer feel the need to impress people. I know I'm great, and so do the people I care about. And for the people who don't, it's their loss, not mine. I'm not friends with them because I don't want to be, not the other way around.

So, I've had a really good few weeks. Everything has been going so well, I think. It was my 18th two weeks ago, and I really couldn't have asked for a better time. Everyone I wanted to see, I saw. And I didn't have to pretend to like people I didn't. I just felt genuinely happy, which I hadn't done for a long time. Everyone who helped make my birthday special deserves the world. I only wish I could give it to you.

I am especially thankful to my girls, Cassie and Tracey, who put so much effort into getting me exactly what I want. A shit load of red bull and smarties, and a great time. Without you two it would have basically (clearly, obviously) been another wasted day.

you need the exercise

Today was good. Today was great. Even with double English. Today was great. I'm hyped up on red bull, so thats probably why I think it was great, but either way, today was great. For the first time in a long time I loved being at work, again, probably thanks to the red bull. You gotta love red bull. Even that customer that implied I was fat didn't phase me.

This old fella came up and asked where the mint sauce was. So being the kind, generous person that I am *cough* I went to show him where it was. When I got the area I noticed a woman standing in front of the shelf I was heading to, holding a bottle of the said mint sauce. The man who I was helping spoke to this woman, saying "oh, did you find it". She replied in the affirmative, causing him to turn to me to indicate he no longer required my assistance. Instead of saying something polite, such as "oh its ok we found it, but thanks anyway for your help", he chose to tell me "well, you needed the exercise". He the turns back to the mint sauce woman, and I turn and leave.

Lol, "She replied in the affirmative". Red bull clearly makes me write like a smart arse.

Seriously, who says that to a complete stranger. Well, really, who says that to anyone. However, tonight, instead of being infuriated at the stupidity and rudeness of this customer, I was highly amused. That has to be one of the funniest things a customer has said to me. Incredibly rude, but funny. Thank god for red bull. I swear, I would not be alive without that bloody drink.

Although really, why did he even need my help. He clearly hadn't looked for it at all. What was his thinking process? "hmm where could the mint sauce be? In the sauce isle? Nope, that would be logical, and we all know that these supermarkets love making it as hard us possible for us to buy their products. Well, I'm smarter than them, I'll do the unexpected. I'll go ask someone instead of getting off my lazy arse and looking for it myself." Really, if the old lady could find it, it clearly wasn't that well hidden. I must fix that.

But yes, work was good. Krystle, if you're reading this, you're just about the maddest bitch I know. Gotta love ya. Yep Yep. Its hard to think of something to write about when I'm feeling so good.

Hmmm. Oh. On Saturday I went to Tyrel's farewell party... For all of you who don't know, he was my boss. Isn't anymore, hence the farewell party. It was good, pity he didn't wait two months and a week and a bit. So close, yet so far away. So yes, I was completely sober while nearly everyone else was off their faces. It got quite painful towards the end of the night. I couldn't handle Leanne screaming, both in general and at me. And the singing, my god, what is it about alcohol that makes people sing? I don't think I've ever been so drunk that I've sung like that. No, I don't think, I know. I am never that embarrassing. And I don't spit on people. Thats just rude, whether its intentional or not, lol.

But yeah, it was good. I swear though, I ran up and down the stairs to the toilet like fifty times, not for me though, mostly taking someone else. But I guess thats good, apparently I need the exercise.

Tyrel, at his party, looking uber creepy.

Yeh, haven't really got much else to say. Today was good. Today was great. Thats because it is a Wednesday, and we all know Wednesdays are the best day ever. Pay day too. And thanks a lot to Krystle for FUCKING UP MY PAY SLIP!! No really. Thanks. Tomorrow will be crap. Tomorrow is a Thursdays, and Thursdays are hell. I swear. When you die, you will see, every day in hell is a Thursday. Thursdays are gay, and tomorrow is Thursday. I might just stay in bed the whole day and pretend it doesn't exist.

That might be nice.

i hate the dishwasher

Well. Yesterday I did say Mironov was a whore. And wasn't I right. It's her fault I did so badly in English. 21/45? WTF is that? Its a fail, thats what it is. "There is no such thing as a fail." Whatever, I don't care, its still gay. And it's all Mironov's fault. I don't mind though, I'm to happy to care. Today was okay, (even with double English, gah.) and tonight was better. Not one single dick head customer. Nice change. Well actually, I can't guarantee that they weren't dickheads, but they didn't do any dickhead-ish things to me anyway. So all is good. For now.

Tomorrow is Thursday. Thursdays are awful. I don't think they should even be allowed to be a day. Especially tomorrow. Tomorrow is the cross country. Of all the stupid things schools do, cross county has to be right up there with the things I hate most. Plus, it means I miss out on double business. Now, I don't particularly mind missing double business, its just that I also have double English, which I would much rather miss out on, for the obvious reason that Mironov is a whore.

Wednesdays are much better. They always have been. Firstly, I was born on a Wednesday night. It was also animal day on playschool. I can't guarantee that it still is, but I hope so. I only know that in the days that my sister-in-law worked on playschool, Wednesday was always animal day, which is the coolest of all the playschool theme days. Between then and now there were many other great happenings on Wednesdays, right up until this very Wednesday, which was pay day. Doesn't get much better than that. Free money. Free other than having to put up with retards with their credit cards, but I'm not even going to go there tonight. Oh, and Chris, as you can see I did end up writing about Wednesdays. Sorry.

Hmm, I hate my dishwasher. I hate it. Well, it's not mine, but is currently in the kitchen of the house to which I pay the mortgage, so I think I have fair claim over the dishwasher. Whoever the dishwasher belongs to is irrelevant, I still hate it. Why do I hate it? Well besides the fact that it nearly takes half a day just to do a load, and that it is so noisy that I can hear it all the way in my room over my music... It does this weird thing to all my glasses. It makes them feel really weird. It is hard to explain, but it gives me the sort of feeling you get when someone scratches their nails on a chalk board. I also get this feeling from touching the paint on cars. Particularly older cars. It seems I am the only one who gets this, though. Both from the cars, and the glasses. I have to rub the glasses until they feel better, but this only helps for a few seconds, then the icky feeling comes back. I have to rinse them out before I use them, which defeats the purpose of having a dishwasher. The dishwasher must go.

I have to say, the greatest thing about today was the temperature. It was pretty cold, I'm sure you will all agree, but not too cold. It was just the right temperature so that the red bull I had in my school bag felt like I had just pulled it out of the fridge. Any day that can keep my red bull cold is a good day. Plus, it's Wednesday.