It is unusual for me to post twice in one day but this is bizarre. I worked in a bar which had a Club Candy rave once a fortnight. That is an Asian dance party. One of the most popular drinks was tequila-pop which is basically a shot of tequila dropped into a glass of softdrink then sculled. But look what I found at my friends house!
Simply exahusted today! So much to do before the end of the week it is just crazy! My little brother Sprout will be here on Saturday and we are going to see the snow. I thought it wouldn't be cold enough for snow but lucky us Victoria has remained icy and slightly unpleasant so it looks like it is good to go. The lady at the lodge asked me to bring my own linen and blankets... otherwise she is worried that we will get cold. I am a little concerned at a lodge that does not have blankets but they are charging next to nothing for three adults to stay so I am not complaining (besides, my doona is better than any hotel blanket in the world). Very much looking forward to playing in the snow and sitting by the fire this weekend.
They took this photo at 8.30 this morning and it looks like there is snow!
I am getting my hair fixed on Thursday. If I like it I might paste another dodgy blurry photograph so you can see it. I am also taking the car into the tyre place on Friday morning... can't drive to the snow with bald tyres now can I? Thinking about getting new shock absorbers too. I am told that they are important but I cannot for the life of me figure out why. I have been driving around feeling every bump and divot in the road for so long that I actually don't mind it. Makes me feel like I am a living creature not a machine on the road. Saying that, there may be some other use for shock absorbers that I don't know about and the car expert (Darian) says I need new shock absorbers so I guess I had better get them. God forbid the car tear in two and I get the dreaded "I told you so". I probably shouldn't be driving anyway, I live close to work, and besides this trip to the snow I virtually don't go more than 5 mins from my apartment. I love living in the city! everything is so close.
My morning drive to work takes about 15 mins and I guess it would take only 5 or 10 mins longer to go by train but that would mean getting out of bed 5 or 10 mins earlier and lets be honest, that isn't going to happen. Normally during my drive to work I am a rockstar. I turn my pop music radio station up loud and sing to the steering wheel. I actually must look crazy but in my bubble it is just me and I don't mind looking a fool if it is just me who can see it. Today something has changed. I got an iPhone holder with suction cup that attaches to the windscreen so that I can make phone calls without breaking the law or hitting the gutter (which did happen once but that is another story).
I don't want to sound crazy but now my iPhone can see me, I don't want to sing to the radio. I know what you are thinking... that I should buy a trailer and camp in the Nervada Desert with an aluminium foil hat to keep the aliens out of my brain. The thought did enter my head though, of my iPhone observing me and maybe even beaming me and my unusual (ok... bad) singing back to Apple HQ. I don't think that Apple are using my thoughts for evil... or worse implanting evil thoughts in my head. Not for lack of wanting, just that I doubt that they have the technology to achieve it.
(So that kitty doesn't give you away...)
Just remember: Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that they aren't after you.
(Apparently that is a Kurt Cobain quote... there is a website dedicated to them. I love the internet! My favorite is: "Vandalism: Beautiful as a rock in a cops face" what an angry man.)
I can't find this in Google Images or Wikipedia so I might be spreading a false rumor but if it is true I think I will buy it. I'm not even a fan of Weezer.
Quote of the day:
"A crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire... The A-Team"
So the guy is a little tone deaf but this is an educational video... don't forget: 'Treat your mother right'
I am so self obsessed! Not only am I a member of almost every social networking site I also have this blog... Because everyone (and no one) needs to know my every move (in some cases expressed in 150 characters or less). And to make it worse I now have a journal.
This one is for me though. I can write nasty things in it without fear of the thought police (or ctrl + f). Turns out that I don't have anything all that nasty to say. Probably for the best...
I just jailbroke my iPhone. So exciting :) Having said that it looks like the apps available for my newly jailbroken phone are mostly geek apps. So I have to admit that in 3 days I have only downloaded one unauthorised app to change the brightness setting in all of my other legitimate apps.
And that is all I have going at the moment. Bikram Yoga again tomorrow night (save me!) and diet is going well. I have to write a database for uni (which I should be doing now) but everything else is good. And lucky me... 'My Name is Earl' just came on.
I know I do this every couple of months or so but I am tipping the scales a little too far past my comfort level so I am going to wrestle my weight back to where it should be. I have been working out at the gym in the apartment building, swimming laps in the pool and today I went and did a Bikram Yoga session. God it is horrible! Even the guy who invented it says it is torture (not to me, I read that somewhere on the internet so I probably should have said "I read that the guy who invented it says it's torture as I have no way of backing it up). You walk out of the room feeling amazing (because you aren't in the room anymore). Actually, it wasn't as bad this time as it was last time. Last time I was lying on my back wanting to die through most of the poses. This time I only wanted to die about 15 mins before the 90 min session was over. Longest 15 mins of my life. It is a test of human endurance no question.
Tomorrow night is Zumba... I am looking forward to that a lot more. I will blog about it after to let you know how it went.
I went to get a hair cut on the weekend. I have very long hair and I wanted to cut it all off pixie style. Apparently that would be too much of a shock. To be honest I was gutted that the hairdresser refused to do what I wanted. Stupid man... thinks he is the god of hair but he isn't and he did a mediocre job at a boring style and charged me $100 for the pleasure. What a douche....
I had this:
Sorry about the dodge self portrait uSketch altered for anonymity.
I wanted this:
or maybe something classy like this:
and I got this:
Ok so I am being melodramatic. But if I want short hair and I am paying cash for it, I should get what I want! There are so few times when it is ok to act like a child and demand to get your own way. This is one of them, and I think that is the reason I am so mad. Yet again I let someone talk me into doing something I did not particularly want. I can't blame the hairdresser because I let him do it. I should have walked straight out. It isn't even the hair (its just hair) its my lack of conviction. Clarity is a bitch... can I go back to hating the hairdresser again?
Either way I am making changes this month and that makes me feel better about being a pushover. Maybe that should be one of my changes.