But, you see, I really haven't done anything very interesting. And I am sure that you do not want to hear about my joyous escapes on the sydney trains as they also have been quite quiet recently.
Oh yes! No more random men asking me to go sailing with them (I'm pretty sure he wanted to throw me over board and feed me to the sharks), no more strange men on buses asking me if I wished to tour Austrlia in a van.
I think it must be the slightly scary book I am reading. No, not the new Stephen King one, but The Collective Poems of Lord Byron.
Note to all who get bothered on public transport. Intellectual books put the weirdo's off!
One problem.
I have no idea what he is going on about! It's all complicated and stuff (please note that the last book I read was Harry Potter, which was fantastic).
Ok, it isn't really that bad, I do know whats going on but I do have to read each verse two or three times before it really sinks in.
Good poemy type things though. Byron also manages to insult a lot of the other poets from the time, which is quite funny as they are also considered classics now.
So, if I manage to finish this book, I will either start reading the 7th Harry Potter book (as no doubt it will be out by then!) or something much simpler like the Complete Works of Shakespere...
Edit:
I am supposed to be going swimming with Dolphins tomorrow so you will either get a nice interesting entry complete with photo's or you will never hear from me again. If it is the latter then you can safely assume that I got in to the wrong tank and was eaten by sharks...
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Everybody Sing
"Skippy, Skippy. Skippy the Bush Kangeroo!"
I have just been forced to watch three episodes in a row. I may be numb from the brain up for quite some time.
I have just been forced to watch three episodes in a row. I may be numb from the brain up for quite some time.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Tis the Season to be Jolly
Fa la la la la la la la la!
Or, in my case, Tis the Season to Drink to Much, Eat to Much, Listen to to Much Christmas Music and Get Really Annoyed at all the Shops Putting Decorations up to Early.
And, just to top matters off, I was talking to an Ex the other day. Now this is a guy I have known for ages. We went out for a short while, it ended and we procedded to see each other very rarely but when we did we would usually get dunk and end up in compromising positions but we never quite got it back together.
So we had this chat and it turns out that we are pssibly the MOST stupid people on the planet. We met in Feb and hit it off again but neither of us wanted to admit it to the other person. We both spent about four weeks subtley giving out signals that were interested that the other managed to completly ignore.
I was mad about this boy. Totally. Never mentioned it though. Never do. Was gutted when we broke up. Never mentioned that either. It's just not me.
And now? We have had this chat. Got it all in the open. Good, yeah?
Nope.
He is now totally besotted with another girl. Never met her but she sounds lovely. She would, wouldn't she.
And he sounds happy. Which is the worst part. To not be happy for him would be petty and mean, which i refuse to be, but to be honestly happy for him will take huge force of will.
Its all very confusing.
It sounds really bad but I just figued he would still be there when I got back from Oz and was ready to be a bit more settled. Then would see if we were still compatible, hopefully a bit more compatible than we were previously. Obviously wont be mentioning this to him now.
So what do I do? Well in my time honoured tradition I am gonna flirt (currently via email and messenger), not actually tell him what is going through my head, and see what happens. Last time this proceedure resulted in us breaking up so this time it cannot be a worse result.
Can it?
Oh bugger it all to hell and high water.
Que Sera Sera and all that jazz.
P.S. I finished the book in the earlier post. He didnt conclusively get the girl. He got god. Not a fair substitute in my book.
P.P.S. Lorna will hate this post
Or, in my case, Tis the Season to Drink to Much, Eat to Much, Listen to to Much Christmas Music and Get Really Annoyed at all the Shops Putting Decorations up to Early.
And, just to top matters off, I was talking to an Ex the other day. Now this is a guy I have known for ages. We went out for a short while, it ended and we procedded to see each other very rarely but when we did we would usually get dunk and end up in compromising positions but we never quite got it back together.
So we had this chat and it turns out that we are pssibly the MOST stupid people on the planet. We met in Feb and hit it off again but neither of us wanted to admit it to the other person. We both spent about four weeks subtley giving out signals that were interested that the other managed to completly ignore.
I was mad about this boy. Totally. Never mentioned it though. Never do. Was gutted when we broke up. Never mentioned that either. It's just not me.
And now? We have had this chat. Got it all in the open. Good, yeah?
Nope.
He is now totally besotted with another girl. Never met her but she sounds lovely. She would, wouldn't she.
And he sounds happy. Which is the worst part. To not be happy for him would be petty and mean, which i refuse to be, but to be honestly happy for him will take huge force of will.
Its all very confusing.
It sounds really bad but I just figued he would still be there when I got back from Oz and was ready to be a bit more settled. Then would see if we were still compatible, hopefully a bit more compatible than we were previously. Obviously wont be mentioning this to him now.
So what do I do? Well in my time honoured tradition I am gonna flirt (currently via email and messenger), not actually tell him what is going through my head, and see what happens. Last time this proceedure resulted in us breaking up so this time it cannot be a worse result.
Can it?
Oh bugger it all to hell and high water.
Que Sera Sera and all that jazz.
P.S. I finished the book in the earlier post. He didnt conclusively get the girl. He got god. Not a fair substitute in my book.
P.P.S. Lorna will hate this post
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I Find my Lack of Faith Appropriate
I am currently reading a book called "Flabbergasted".
I picked it up at the library thinking it to be a harmless book about a guy who falls for a girl and then goes fishing. But it's not that simple. The girl he falls for is a missionary. He met her while at a church group and then a church weekend away. He was there because his Real Estate Agent told him it was more popular than the local bar scene.
I confess, I to have been lured in to a Holy Building by the temptation of cute boys. What I got, to be honest, was bored.
I felt unrelated to. The people I know who have this Faith seem to be the epitomy of Shit Happens. Everyone I spoke to had a story that involved feeling like the world had fucked you over one to many times and then, seemingly miraculously, a person emerged out of the gloom to say "I can't help you, but I know someone who can".
Now that seems a little contrite to me. Like the people recruited have to have nothing else. I, who have never been down the path of Drugs, alcahol or the other million sins I don't have time to list, have never seen the point.
Someone told me that there was a God because for something the exist it had to be created. So I asked "who created God?"
Friend: No one. He has always existed.
Me: Well that just disproved your argument.
Friend: I believe.
Me: When you can tell me where your God comes from, I will believe too.
That was a good couple of years ago. She hasn't answered me yet.
But I am not here to have a argument with anyone reading this blog. I am just wanting to put a question out there.
How do you know if you have Faith?
I'm not entirely sure that I know what Faith is. Not really. I have bits but the rest of the enchilada, so far, eludes me.
I have faith that the sun will come up tomorrow. I have faith that if I drink to much I will fall over. I have faith that if I get hit by a car someone would try to steal my bag and that someone else would, at least, call an ambulance.
But in things I cannot see, touch, feel the effects of. No faith at all.
And you may wonder how. "God is in the details" I have been told. The flowers intricate petals, a birds wing, blah, blah, blah.
Anyway. This post is far to serious to come from a book which is, essentially, a comedy - if a romantic one.
Although it was also prompted by my own meeting of someone, who is not a missionary.
So lets just hope that the guy gets his girl.
I have faith that he will.
EDIT: My firends will be most impressed with me reading a book by a christian author...
EDIT 2: I have an interview on Monday.
I picked it up at the library thinking it to be a harmless book about a guy who falls for a girl and then goes fishing. But it's not that simple. The girl he falls for is a missionary. He met her while at a church group and then a church weekend away. He was there because his Real Estate Agent told him it was more popular than the local bar scene.
I confess, I to have been lured in to a Holy Building by the temptation of cute boys. What I got, to be honest, was bored.
I felt unrelated to. The people I know who have this Faith seem to be the epitomy of Shit Happens. Everyone I spoke to had a story that involved feeling like the world had fucked you over one to many times and then, seemingly miraculously, a person emerged out of the gloom to say "I can't help you, but I know someone who can".
Now that seems a little contrite to me. Like the people recruited have to have nothing else. I, who have never been down the path of Drugs, alcahol or the other million sins I don't have time to list, have never seen the point.
Someone told me that there was a God because for something the exist it had to be created. So I asked "who created God?"
Friend: No one. He has always existed.
Me: Well that just disproved your argument.
Friend: I believe.
Me: When you can tell me where your God comes from, I will believe too.
That was a good couple of years ago. She hasn't answered me yet.
But I am not here to have a argument with anyone reading this blog. I am just wanting to put a question out there.
How do you know if you have Faith?
I'm not entirely sure that I know what Faith is. Not really. I have bits but the rest of the enchilada, so far, eludes me.
I have faith that the sun will come up tomorrow. I have faith that if I drink to much I will fall over. I have faith that if I get hit by a car someone would try to steal my bag and that someone else would, at least, call an ambulance.
But in things I cannot see, touch, feel the effects of. No faith at all.
And you may wonder how. "God is in the details" I have been told. The flowers intricate petals, a birds wing, blah, blah, blah.
Anyway. This post is far to serious to come from a book which is, essentially, a comedy - if a romantic one.
Although it was also prompted by my own meeting of someone, who is not a missionary.
So lets just hope that the guy gets his girl.
I have faith that he will.
EDIT: My firends will be most impressed with me reading a book by a christian author...
EDIT 2: I have an interview on Monday.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Have you ever been in a conversation that you really do not understand? In your wish to seem informed and educated you come out with a comment that you have been honing for the last 15 minutes that sounds so fantastically intriguing whilst it is still in your head. So you say it. Then the conversation stops. All heads turn you way and you receive looks that would make Socrates doubt himself.
No?
Me either.
No?
Me either.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Walking on the Wild Side
Well, Walking through a Perfectly Safe Wildlife Sanctury Regularly Patrolled by Wardens doesn't really have the same ring to it.
Although there were warnings on the map about walking through giant spider webs, being careful not to trend on any brown snakes and what to do if attacked by an Emu (you put your arm in the air(?)), I have managed to return unscathed and with a couple of pics of the cutest little Kangerooish type things (no idea what they are called)
I am going to call it Edwood. I call everything Edwood.
Found a lovely riding centre while I was gallivanting around. The Glenworth Horse Riding Centre looks fantastic. All the horses look happy and the scenery you can ride through is amazing.
That is just a tiny bit of it. There are rivers to go splashing through, natural pools to swim in, picnic areas, tree swings, its just lovely.
Lots of adventure stuff to do to.
Better than swimming in a very murky sea which I unfortunately did not get pics of. Looked amazing, branches of red cutting through the water like tree branches. Swimming was not pleasant as I emerged with a slightly red tinge and smelling like old smoked kippers...
Showered lots...
Although there were warnings on the map about walking through giant spider webs, being careful not to trend on any brown snakes and what to do if attacked by an Emu (you put your arm in the air(?)), I have managed to return unscathed and with a couple of pics of the cutest little Kangerooish type things (no idea what they are called)I am going to call it Edwood. I call everything Edwood.
Found a lovely riding centre while I was gallivanting around. The Glenworth Horse Riding Centre looks fantastic. All the horses look happy and the scenery you can ride through is amazing.That is just a tiny bit of it. There are rivers to go splashing through, natural pools to swim in, picnic areas, tree swings, its just lovely.
Lots of adventure stuff to do to.
Better than swimming in a very murky sea which I unfortunately did not get pics of. Looked amazing, branches of red cutting through the water like tree branches. Swimming was not pleasant as I emerged with a slightly red tinge and smelling like old smoked kippers...
Showered lots...
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Drunkedy, drunk, drunk...
Hmmmmm. I appear to be slightly drunk. I know I am drunk when a) I cannot spell drunk and am relying heavily on the spell check and b) when I think Brandy is a good idea.
I am currently drinking Brandy.
And that is after a very nice Sparkling Rose wine.
Nice mixture, I am sure you agree.
I am listening to a lot of music at the moment. I love my laptop. I can choose exactly which tracks I want to listen to without having to fiddle about with a million cd’s.
There are about three songs that absolutely love on each album that I own and the rest I am usually not entirely bothered about but listen to them because I want to hear the other three. Well now I can sift through all the twaddle and listen to my faves, yay!
My current playlist consists of Goo Goo Dolls, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Foo Fighters, Dido, Keane, Sheryl Crow, Athlete, Placebo, Counting Crows, The Zutons and Mark Owen.
Yes. I said Mark Owen.
Yes I am 25.
He is vastly underrated. I think Robbie is ok and he is the one that really made it etc but Mark is something different. His songs really say something to me. They are not just words randomly strung together that sound clever. I believe Mark.
I fully intend to play one of his songs at either my wedding or my funeral, which ever comes first.
I am currently drinking Brandy.
And that is after a very nice Sparkling Rose wine.
Nice mixture, I am sure you agree.
I am listening to a lot of music at the moment. I love my laptop. I can choose exactly which tracks I want to listen to without having to fiddle about with a million cd’s.
There are about three songs that absolutely love on each album that I own and the rest I am usually not entirely bothered about but listen to them because I want to hear the other three. Well now I can sift through all the twaddle and listen to my faves, yay!
My current playlist consists of Goo Goo Dolls, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Foo Fighters, Dido, Keane, Sheryl Crow, Athlete, Placebo, Counting Crows, The Zutons and Mark Owen.
Yes. I said Mark Owen.
Yes I am 25.
He is vastly underrated. I think Robbie is ok and he is the one that really made it etc but Mark is something different. His songs really say something to me. They are not just words randomly strung together that sound clever. I believe Mark.
I fully intend to play one of his songs at either my wedding or my funeral, which ever comes first.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Eeeeeeeeeeep Pt II
Fancy waking up to this in the morning?
No? Me either. And yet that is the risk you run when in Sunny Oz.
Thankfully it was just a Huntsman. Apparently they are the labrador of the spider world.
Still wouldn't make me wanna put a collar on it and take it for a walk.
*shudders at thought of huge scary sider licking my hand and then running off to fetch a stick*
Have just finished a very good book. Well four very good books really. Thomas Harlan's Oath of Empire series is a must read. Not in the way that you must read the instructions on a fire extinguisher, but you must read these books.
They are an alternate history of the Roman Empire. In this Rome there are Wizards and Magic and evil men and evil not quite men.
The series titles are: The Shadow of Ararat, The Gate of Fire, Storm of Heaven and The Dark Lord. Plus it is still left open and I am dying for another.
Am now gonna move on to this
book. I have no idea what it is like but can you guess where I got the name of the blog? 10 points for the first correct answer. Answers on a postcard to the usual address.
Good pic eh? You can see where I was using the book to rest my drink...
You can't see it but this book is by David Corbett. Apparently it was his debut. Well if the debut od Thomas Harlan was anything to go by, this should be a cracker.
Have only just realised that Eric Sykes is in the new Harry Potter movie. Really have to go see that now.
I think I link to much...
No? Me either. And yet that is the risk you run when in Sunny Oz.
Thankfully it was just a Huntsman. Apparently they are the labrador of the spider world.
Still wouldn't make me wanna put a collar on it and take it for a walk.
*shudders at thought of huge scary sider licking my hand and then running off to fetch a stick*
Have just finished a very good book. Well four very good books really. Thomas Harlan's Oath of Empire series is a must read. Not in the way that you must read the instructions on a fire extinguisher, but you must read these books.
They are an alternate history of the Roman Empire. In this Rome there are Wizards and Magic and evil men and evil not quite men.
The series titles are: The Shadow of Ararat, The Gate of Fire, Storm of Heaven and The Dark Lord. Plus it is still left open and I am dying for another.
Am now gonna move on to this
book. I have no idea what it is like but can you guess where I got the name of the blog? 10 points for the first correct answer. Answers on a postcard to the usual address.
Good pic eh? You can see where I was using the book to rest my drink...
You can't see it but this book is by David Corbett. Apparently it was his debut. Well if the debut od Thomas Harlan was anything to go by, this should be a cracker.
Have only just realised that Eric Sykes is in the new Harry Potter movie. Really have to go see that now.
I think I link to much...
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Don't you just hate it when you send the wrong email to the wrong person.
To quote Hugh Grant at the beginning of Four Weddings and a Funeral:
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
To quote Hugh Grant at the beginning of Four Weddings and a Funeral:
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Friday, November 11, 2005
Attack of the Freckles*
Hello again.
I was chatting merrily to a guy on yahoo the other day. Seemed a nice enough bloke. Quite funny etc...
Then he asked if I have a pic.
I don't like pictures of me. Who does? All those celebrities who look fantastic in magazines are airbushed and that is after they have been made up, dressed and put in to a pose with the best possible lighting by a team of experts. So what chance do I have?
But he had sent me a pic of him so I figured it was only fair.
So I wandered off to find my digital camera. I hate digital cameras purely because it means I cannot avoid things like this. Mind it has saved me an absolute fortune on having shed loads of shit photos developed...
So I attempted to take a photo of myself. This is not easy. It was either all you could see was my arm going across the pic or I was partially blinking and looked like I was drunk/ half asleep. Then I discovered my camera has a timer.
I was very impressed. You just don't get nice surprises like that if you read the manual.
So I took about 15 photos just trying to find one to send to ths guy. I loaded them on to my laptop and decided to go looking at them in a bit more detail before I just sent them off. While looking, I discovered I can edit.
You have never seen a bigger grin on my face. I know that there are probably loads of people out there thinking that I am a complete idiot who knows less about anything technical than one of the spiders living in the plastic plant on my balcony, but I wasimpressed with it so leave me be.
Anyway, after being silly and putting a fish eye effect over a couple of the pictures or turning my self in to a coloutring book picture, I found the colour effects and I must say I look better in black and white. Still not fabulous, but better than a troll.
And that is all I ask.
While doing my check of blogs I noticed that James has translated a song about elves and it is one of the better ones. I love his blog. Always random. Always amusing.
Also found this news story of what a woman did to get back at her ex. Don't think his *ahem* is worth £17,000 though...
*The point of this post was for me to complain about my freckles. I'm covered in the little bastards. 24 years in cold, grey Blighty seemed to have faded them and I was practically freckle free. Now 2 months in the Aussie sunshine and they are back!
No wonder my landlord thought I was 15....
I was chatting merrily to a guy on yahoo the other day. Seemed a nice enough bloke. Quite funny etc...
Then he asked if I have a pic.
I don't like pictures of me. Who does? All those celebrities who look fantastic in magazines are airbushed and that is after they have been made up, dressed and put in to a pose with the best possible lighting by a team of experts. So what chance do I have?
But he had sent me a pic of him so I figured it was only fair.
So I wandered off to find my digital camera. I hate digital cameras purely because it means I cannot avoid things like this. Mind it has saved me an absolute fortune on having shed loads of shit photos developed...
So I attempted to take a photo of myself. This is not easy. It was either all you could see was my arm going across the pic or I was partially blinking and looked like I was drunk/ half asleep. Then I discovered my camera has a timer.
I was very impressed. You just don't get nice surprises like that if you read the manual.
So I took about 15 photos just trying to find one to send to ths guy. I loaded them on to my laptop and decided to go looking at them in a bit more detail before I just sent them off. While looking, I discovered I can edit.
You have never seen a bigger grin on my face. I know that there are probably loads of people out there thinking that I am a complete idiot who knows less about anything technical than one of the spiders living in the plastic plant on my balcony, but I wasimpressed with it so leave me be.
Anyway, after being silly and putting a fish eye effect over a couple of the pictures or turning my self in to a coloutring book picture, I found the colour effects and I must say I look better in black and white. Still not fabulous, but better than a troll.
And that is all I ask.
While doing my check of blogs I noticed that James has translated a song about elves and it is one of the better ones. I love his blog. Always random. Always amusing.
Also found this news story of what a woman did to get back at her ex. Don't think his *ahem* is worth £17,000 though...
*The point of this post was for me to complain about my freckles. I'm covered in the little bastards. 24 years in cold, grey Blighty seemed to have faded them and I was practically freckle free. Now 2 months in the Aussie sunshine and they are back!
No wonder my landlord thought I was 15....
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Issues
I was told today, by an 8 year old, that I have issues.
Should I be more worried about people generally noticing this or that it was an 8 year who noticed and then told me?
Hmmmm.
Moving on. I have been back at my easel today. I paint. Not to the degree that I am an artist but I dabble. Well, dab. I use watercolours. I'm not entirely good. I am, in fact, quite bad. But it is a hobby that keeps me from festering in front of the tv. I would like to point out that I am not bad mouthing tv. I love tv I would spend my life as a couch potato watching Red Dwarf , Blackadder, Lost and CSI as well as all sorts of weird and wonderful shows. However I feel this would be detremental to my work, friendships and life style. Who wants to hang with a 50 stone blob who knows nothing outside the realm of sitcomville and smells like stale popcorn.
Where was I? Oh yeah, I paint. I am calling this; Unfinished Cat. I don't know if I will finish it as I think it can only get worse (I'm not good at making paintings better).
You may wonder why the cat is blue and there is a very good answer for that involving light and shadow and painting behind the fur. However I cannot remeber how it was worded and I don't really understand it so I am not gonna tell.
I was sent a Hallmark Ecard today. From my ole friend Nickelodeon. *waves hi to nickelodeon* It was for my birthday. Which was a month ago...
Good card though. Singing frogs and flys on lily pads. You just cant get that on a standard card.
Found (well it was on msn so wasn't hard to find, in fact, wasn't looking) a good little piece on Brian Jones. You may, or may not, know him from Rolling Stones fame. Good info - go see.
While snifing about there also found this. Number 5 - apparently i bite my tongue when trying to decide how to word a serious question. Good to know. Men, take heed.
Should I be more worried about people generally noticing this or that it was an 8 year who noticed and then told me?
Hmmmm.
Moving on. I have been back at my easel today. I paint. Not to the degree that I am an artist but I dabble. Well, dab. I use watercolours. I'm not entirely good. I am, in fact, quite bad. But it is a hobby that keeps me from festering in front of the tv. I would like to point out that I am not bad mouthing tv. I love tv I would spend my life as a couch potato watching Red Dwarf , Blackadder, Lost and CSI as well as all sorts of weird and wonderful shows. However I feel this would be detremental to my work, friendships and life style. Who wants to hang with a 50 stone blob who knows nothing outside the realm of sitcomville and smells like stale popcorn.
Where was I? Oh yeah, I paint. I am calling this; Unfinished Cat. I don't know if I will finish it as I think it can only get worse (I'm not good at making paintings better).
You may wonder why the cat is blue and there is a very good answer for that involving light and shadow and painting behind the fur. However I cannot remeber how it was worded and I don't really understand it so I am not gonna tell.
I was sent a Hallmark Ecard today. From my ole friend Nickelodeon. *waves hi to nickelodeon* It was for my birthday. Which was a month ago...
Good card though. Singing frogs and flys on lily pads. You just cant get that on a standard card.
Found (well it was on msn so wasn't hard to find, in fact, wasn't looking) a good little piece on Brian Jones. You may, or may not, know him from Rolling Stones fame. Good info - go see.
While snifing about there also found this. Number 5 - apparently i bite my tongue when trying to decide how to word a serious question. Good to know. Men, take heed.
Sunshiney kinda day
Well hello again ratfans. Dontcha miss Roland?
Was at the beach yesterday and have very sunburnt ears. They are ridiculously red. Imagine these red ears on the side of a heart shaped face and you are just about there.
I am feeling very lucky today. May go put on the lottery or cross the road with out looking.
Have another temping job tomorrow. I think I must talk to much when in agencies as the work they send me to has nothing at all to do with what I can do. Tomorrow, I will be a database administrator. I don't actually know what a database is or how you administer it but I can't wait to see the look on the face of the blokie I am reporting to when he realises that!
Here are a couple of views of the gorgeous beach where I live. That is the very beach on which I got my beautiful ears...
When I get a photo of the cute life guard I sunbathe near I will post that to... ;D
Was at the beach yesterday and have very sunburnt ears. They are ridiculously red. Imagine these red ears on the side of a heart shaped face and you are just about there.
I am feeling very lucky today. May go put on the lottery or cross the road with out looking.
Have another temping job tomorrow. I think I must talk to much when in agencies as the work they send me to has nothing at all to do with what I can do. Tomorrow, I will be a database administrator. I don't actually know what a database is or how you administer it but I can't wait to see the look on the face of the blokie I am reporting to when he realises that!
Here are a couple of views of the gorgeous beach where I live. That is the very beach on which I got my beautiful ears...
When I get a photo of the cute life guard I sunbathe near I will post that to... ;D
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
So this is what I do when bored
Hello. I don't know if anyone will read this but I thought I would type it anyway.
This is my first blog so I do apologise if it in anyway sucks. I will do my best to not fuck up.
I was introduced to blogging by James Henry of Blue Cat fame. See him here. He is a funny guy. Found him from Green Wing (which I love) boards on imdb. If you are at all familiar with that show then it will explain quite a bit about me.
Hey, I just taught myself how to create links! Mebbe this blogging thing wont go all horribly wrong after all.
Anyway. Now that I have set out my style of innane wittering and utter waffle, if you are still here, I will tell you a bit about me.
I am 25. A girl. English. I was bored of everything so I jacked it in and have flown all the way to the sunny land of Oz. No, not the place with the talking scarecrows. The huge great country on the bottom of the atlas. Above the massive slab ofice. I am in the central coast area, near Gosford. It is beautiful. Gorgeous beaches and random men on the bus asking me if I would like to travel round Australia in his van with him and his dog.
Still, better than the man who sneezed on me on the London tube...
Enjoy.
This is my first blog so I do apologise if it in anyway sucks. I will do my best to not fuck up.
I was introduced to blogging by James Henry of Blue Cat fame. See him here. He is a funny guy. Found him from Green Wing (which I love) boards on imdb. If you are at all familiar with that show then it will explain quite a bit about me.
Hey, I just taught myself how to create links! Mebbe this blogging thing wont go all horribly wrong after all.
Anyway. Now that I have set out my style of innane wittering and utter waffle, if you are still here, I will tell you a bit about me.
I am 25. A girl. English. I was bored of everything so I jacked it in and have flown all the way to the sunny land of Oz. No, not the place with the talking scarecrows. The huge great country on the bottom of the atlas. Above the massive slab ofice. I am in the central coast area, near Gosford. It is beautiful. Gorgeous beaches and random men on the bus asking me if I would like to travel round Australia in his van with him and his dog.
Still, better than the man who sneezed on me on the London tube...
Enjoy.
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