Monday, January 31, 2011

Planning and Planting

Its been feeling so busy recently, life has.
It seems theres something happening in all directions - theres so many plans in the making, to be make and have yet to be made. Its this whole 'getting into the real world' crap that us now ex-students are shoved into at this time of year is no piece of cake.

I don't have it half as bad as most of my friends, which SHOULD be a comfort, but really I feel just as small and insignificant as the rest of them. But thats okay, really *everybody's* small and insignificant compared to things like Earth and the Sun!!! Not that that even matters.

So, this morning felt busy and stressful because I got a whole bunch of phone calls within a space of like half an hour. Everyone who called wanted to know something and organise something and it was just irritating because I'd only just gotten out of bed!
Admittedly... It was 10am.... A reasonable hour... But still.
And also, two of the people who called told me I had to change my cellphone answerphone message! I mean, really?
Okay, it wasn't the most professional message, and okay, it had been on there since 2007, and okay, I had been meaning to change it for a good year and a half now. But, really?

I spent the remainder of the day since 1pm cleaning the house up. I felt great about it, because now (thanks to me) the kitchens completely clean, as are both bathrooms and several bedrooms. Every single piece or washing is clean and dry and there is only one pile left thats waiting to be ironed (I might get around to it, who knows?).

I re-potted two plants as well! What gorgeous little things they are! One is some form of yellow flowering plant, I found him UNDER THE DECK (what an outrage!) because somebody had knocked him down there and not even planted him! He was withering away, and nobody cared or even noticed he was gone..
He's much happier now, all planted and watered.

I found some distant cousins of a Dahlia flower I had last year. They are happily growing in mums flower pot now, although they are unwelcome because they don't match the colour regime..



The second plant I replanted, I have named Ron. After Ronald Weasley!
I think now, that it may have been a bad idea giving him that name, because he's in a pretty bad state and he very well may die... You see, about 2 weeks ago i found the mangled remains of some kind of small plant. My retriever, Tyson, had been.. err... taking it on a 'outing' that day... Well. Today, I found the other part of the plant, the part that he'd ripped the other section off from.
Im surprised it hadn't shriveled up and died, to be honest. Its pretty much a little branch with two leaves and roots. Poor thing...
Oh well. He's not situated right outside my bedroom window so that I can monitor his progress.

Good luck Ron!

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Cars and stuff.

So Ive recently tried to get myself into the car world. Meaning, that I want to just get my license and a car - just get it over with! And at the same time I want to get into the workforce - I realized that as much as I didn't... enjoy that idea... that I might as well get it over with, and in order for me to get to work on time I need a way to do that... so it brings me back to a car.

And would you believe, that I was actually really excited about finding my first car! But I'm not so excited now because every single first car that I have found and wanted had got something WRONG with it. Not like, its broken, but just that its not very safe, or its too big or something.....

This whole first car thing is hardly as exciting and motivating as I'd hoped it would be, and thats a real bad thing cause I could do with a healthy dose of motivation right now.

I found one that I absolutely love - but one problem is its a manual, which I haven't currently been learning in. This is easily solved however, because I can simply start learning in one from now on. The second and most important problem is that is doesn't have either air bags or ABS brakes which are the two requirements (Well, two most important requirements) that my dad has set for me in order for me to get a car that he approves of.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Needles and .. dead... horses?!

Alright, so I spent the day at work today (doing the usual cleaning and phone answering duties, plus cleaning out this truly HORRIFYING cupboard that could quite possibly be harboring the gates to Narnia and Middle Earth). I have gained several photo frames and a loverly vanilla scented candle from Carpet Court today - thank you!!

I have also gained a *possible job opportunity*, which I'm pretty interested in! HOPE IT ALL GOES WELL.
Id say that my day has been pretty beneficial, but I also suffered headache-itis all day and I had to have my blood test. I'm glad I got it over with...

Although, I'm pretty bummed about the woman who did it. She was foreign. And I was like "I know it might seem childish to ask.. but DOES IT HURT?! I haven't had one before! I don't even know my blood type!!!"
So she says "Yes it hurts but then it goes away".
I mean. How the F is that supposed to reassure me?!
"Yes" it will hurt???

OH well. It didn't really hurt. It was just really horrible the anticipation, and the needle was only in my arm for about 3o seconds, then she was done and she had way more blood that I thought she would have had in that time.
I didn't even get THAT dizzy or anything. Just.. really tired.

Oh yeah, I got home, and mum used another of her mental sayings (one I'd never heard before, goodness knows where she's getting them all from). She said "like flogging a dead horse".
It's when your defending or trying to talk up something that really useless.
For example, to be trying to sell a car with no wheels and an engine so rusted over that the entire car looks orange even though its painted green. Saying that its the best car ever and it rides beautifully, you can hear the engine purr when you turn it on. Then look at the car, and you can tell that the person was 'flogging a dead horse'.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Periods!

Boys... they are so lucky. I would happily take an embarrassing erection infront of a teacher rather than have my stupid period.
I mean, at least eretions only last for a little while, periods can last up to a fxcking week long!

And along with them we get mood swings (I HATE THEM), headaches, period pain, GROSSNESS and more headaches! Well. Periodheadaches run in my family and I have very unsuccessfully not managed to escape that gene.
Thanks mum! I'll go load up on panadol and crawl into bed to DIE for a week now.

Fml.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

"great"

You know, how when something happens that really just... doesn't work for you. Like, you dropped your ice cream, or your coke bottle bubbly-exploded on you, or your nice night to yourself got stolen by some stupid chore or outing.
And in your head (or out loud, depending on how much it sucks), you say "Greeat".
Saying 'great' sarcastically doesn't make anybody feel better, but atleast its a way of getting your opinion out there.

I'm saying it right now, in my head.
Its kind of like... you say it when you knew that a good thing was going to be ruined somehow. Like when it rains on a day that you want to go to the beach.

I don't want to go out to dinner tonight, but I have to, and I don't get any say in when I get there or leave. I'll be forced to join the conversation and listen to boring things ... There will be interesting things too... but Im TIRED and I wanted a nice relaxing night where I could go to bed early. But NAH.
Nah, Im going to go have intellectual and enlightening conversation about my career options, my driving lesson progress and probably get forced into a conversation about divorce or my 'feelings'.

.... Great.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

shots shots shots shots shots shots

I have had this song from clubbing last night stuck in my head all day.
With everything I do, like eating lunch and paying the bus driver, I can hear it in the back of my head. Its like really inappropriate background music! Im talking to the bus driver like "two stages please" and its like SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS in the background. Its like Im about to burst out dancing with the driver, and the whole bus load of people will turn the bus into a club.

But yeah, I went to town last night, and am still covered in half sweated-off stamps. Its a really sexy look.


It was really fun last night, I really enjoyed seeing everybody and just the atmosphere! it was A Mazing. Had a weird dream when I got home though, it was a whole group of my friends all chucked in a store like K-Mart. And there was this kinda TV show presenter who was like;
Okay, now the aim of the game is to survive! GO!

And then he released a whole gang of sexual predators and velociraptors and murderers. So really, the dream was entirely based around escaping from being eaten raped and killed (or, potentially... all of the above, in the case of sexual predator...).
I was trying to hide behind a fridge (in the kitchen appliances department) when a creepy old man grabbed my leg and tried dragging me away with him.

It was... a weird one. Not really scary but just... weird.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

mmmmm

Muffin just made me a sandwhich. Isn't that ironic? Its like a food joke, but shes not actually food and the sandwhich is!
It's like, a sandwhich could never bake me a batch of muffins.....

Monday, January 17, 2011

Recently . . .

So, I've actually done alot that I haven't informed you of - shocking. I know.

But aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrggghhh!!! freaky! Theres this new printer we just got - not plugged in though, considering I know bugger all about wires and connections and whats it. Anyway, just as I was preparing my gigantic brain to relay all the information I've been witholding from my blog, when the printer starts making noise!
I got a bit of a fright, to be completely honest. It was a ticking-clicking noise. You know, like when the toasted sandwhich maker is cooling down? Yeah.

So yup. I went for a big walk with Tib the other day, it was on the Stillwater bushwalk (gorgeous scenery, so naturally my beloved camera (who goes by the name "Clicka) accompanied us). It was great! We walked along the shore - and found half an octopus in a puddle!
I was ensured it wasn't a squid, so its surely an octopus? I think It still might be squidly.

Well.. It's remains are squidly.


Yup, our walk was great. The flora and fauna was beautiful (for non New Zealanders, or those who are city dwellers or just a bit dim; Flora is flowers, and fauna is plants). Although, all the trees that I found interesting were beastly large in size and very... well. Dead.





It was a wonderful walk, believe me.

You know how that saying actually goes "believe you me" ?
I hate it. What the hells the point in that? It doesn't even make any sense! Its like believe yourself if you were me? Or is it just like 'Believe yourself - oh no wait. Believe me. Thats what I meant."

I've never understood that one.
Then again... Mums got a saying "Like a streak of weasel piss" which apparently means something moved fast. W. T. F ?
Why weasel piss? Why not dog or cat? Infact... why piss at all?
There is plenty of things out there faster than an animal peeing.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

My terrifying night-terror experience.

So, this morning, I was trying to just rest a bit because I've had a really tiring week. I said to myself "alright, I'll just rest for 5 minutes and not think about anything". SO you know, at first I lay down to enjoy my rest and I just repeated the word 'rest' in my head. But as soon as I fully relax my brain does its own thing and the dreams start.

So the first dream began as I saw two little girls jump off the harbor bridge, so Tib and I dove in afterwards to save them... As we were helping them we found a little boat just in time to escape a shark attack.
We then ran into a building to escape but it was filled with zombies and creepy animal people. So I woke after that.

And set an alarm for myself in 5 minutes, you know, to prevent further nightmarish non restful dreams. Yet, in that 5 minutes I dreamt that I woke up, got up and started making breakfast.
Then my alarm went off.

So I set another alarm for 5 minutes. The same dream, except I was talking to my sister this time not making breakfast.
My alarm went off.

SO I set it for 10 minutes, and I focused on resting and relaxing. I fell asleep and got sleep paralysis. God it was horrible. I'll do my best to explain it, but unless you've had it yourself you wouldn't realize how terrifying it is.
I dreamt that I woke up, but I couldn't move. Also my eyes were fuzzy around the edges. I dreamt that I no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't lift my head form the pillow and I couldn't move. The dream feels incredibly real.
Sleep paralysis is when you literally cannot wake up. And I could feel my legs and arms thrashing around but in my dream I wasn't moving.

After what felt like ages I woke up, and looked at the clock....

It had only been 6 minutes....


Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Mural

Here I am, for the 3rd time this week, sitting in carpet court. I get here at approximately 8am, and stay here until 9:15, which is when I scurry off to the beach - wearing my paint splattered Resene t-shirt and my old and misshapen shorts. There is two mismatching socks, and a pair of painted shoes that accompany me.

You see, I am painting a mural with several friends of mine. Its council organised and will be plastered up on a wall (under a bridge (over the other side of a river (where people will hardly see it))). But, never the less, its a mural and it is a good way to spend my entire week, from 9.30am to 4ish pm.

The friends accompanying me are Abi, Jo, Rachel, Amy, Imche and seral other who are more aquaintances than friends.

But the reason I'm stuck in carpet court is because this is the only way that I can get to the beach by 9.30 in the mornings. Living in the middle of nowhere has its downfalls when it comes to arriving in far away places ontime.
My mummy dearest is the branch manager here at carpet court, and because of that I get to spend my early mornings waiting out the time that Im stuck here...

Oh well. Its 9.13 now, about time that I must be on my jolly way to painting world.

Goodbye my fellow people!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Frustration

I know its unlikely, but do any of you get to that point when your lying in bed, and you look at the clock. Then your like "Crap, its 12 and I need to get up in 7 hours!". Then your too stressed about not being asleep for you to actually fall asleep.

Im like that. The average human is recommended to have 8 hours of sleep a night, and whenever Im getting less than that and I know I have something to do the next day, I fret about it.
Sleep can be scary enough without the extra worry of not getting enough of it. Summer makes sleep worse though, all that heat... its like a breeding ground for nightmares. My brain in summer, is like 10,000 drunk teenagers in a hotel together - surrounded by porn films on projector screens and having lube sachets shoved into their hands.
There might as well be a popular celebrity there too, like Katy Perry, encouraging sex. "Come on guys! Just do it! Everyone else is" - peer pressure is always effective.

Yup, my bad dreams are absolutely flourishing in this weather, the heat muddles my brain up and makes it all so much worse!
Just the other night, I dreamt about being in a deserted and dark house, with a strange little girl and there was stripy beige cats everywhere. Then weird things started happening like figures being in my peripheral vision and things moving by themselves, hand prints appearing on glass... all that creepy nonsense, you know. And what could I do?
Nothing.
Just sit there and take it.

But hey, theres always the upside to dreaming. Atleast you get away from the real nightmares of life for a few short hours.

NO.

Its time to stand up and shout NO! at the person, place, time or thing that been bugging you. Yell no to all your hearts content and have a right old tantrum about it.
NO! NO NO NO FXCKING NO!!!!!!!!!!!! nNNNNNNNNOOOOOOO!
Try it in different volumes, tones, pitches or mix it up with some different accents! A foreign no is just as satisfying as a good old classic no. Get all that negativity out there and just scream NO at the top of your lungs, I know that compromise is a wonderful and helpful little thing, but SAYING NO JUST FEELS GOOD.

Be immature about it! Start saying no to everything!

Can you do the dishes? NO
Do you want me to make you some toast? NO
Whats on TV tonig- NO!
Whats WRONG with you?? NOOOOO!!!
Why are y- No! NO NO NO NO NO NO
This is redicu- nooooooooo! COME ON! JOIN IN!
What? You want me to just.. say no?
No, I want you to just say no.
I just said that.
... No.
Okay. No.
NO!
NO!!
NOOOOO!!

No is an amazing stress relief. The world cant get you down if you just blatantly deny it! NO its not raining today - while your soaked head to toe from the shit weather. NO you didn't run out of milk - While your eating wheatbix dry. NO you didn't just drop your cellphone in a puddle - While you press the power button hopelessly and wipe the mud off it. NO you didn't crash your car, NO you didn't have a terrible nightmare last night, NO Your cat didn't get hit by a car.

And then you sit there after you've lost your voice and stamped your feet till they hurt. And you remember that you can say no all you like, but that wont fix anything, and your cat is still dead.
Sometimes, when you wanna scream no, you've just got to take a deep breath, put your chin up, and take a quick walk down acceptance road.

Yes. My cat oscar got hit by a car on new years eve. I miss him.