Work.

ALRIGHT. Since I'm on the metaphorical roll, I might as well continue descriptions of another aspect of my highly fascinating life.

Work.

My 'new' job (that I have now been in for over 3 months).
I realize that my last last post was written the day before I started this job, and everything I wrote in said post was actually pretty close to the truth.
I arrived at the office (I work in an office now. I never thought I'd work in an office), which is in Ellerslie, which means I've gotta leave home at approx 6:30am to drive, catch a bus and a train.
Anyway, I arrive at the office. I wasn't the only person starting that day - far from it.
Pretty much my whole department started the same day as I did.

Now, I arrive, and discover that there is no senior photographer. After discovering all my worst fears were true, I melted a little on the inside, and made many a frantic phone call to my dad to help me set up the photography studio and what not.
But now, three months on, it's not so bad. Pretty stressful, and different, and even though getting up at 6:30am and arriving home at 6:30pm is both mentally and physically draining - its not so bad.

I like what I DO there.

If you want to see/pick holes in my photography work, you can check out posties web page and look though the products. I can't say all the work is mine - because a lot of the previous photographers work is still up - but lets just presume all the best work is mine :p

The page that I linked to 'posties' is one of my favourites that I did.

Like riding a bike

I guess you could say I haven't written in a while. Just a little while.
I'm kind of nervous to be typing again - but I'm assuming (hoping) that getting back into blogging is much like riding a bike.

Although, when you think about it, getting back on a bike is ACTUALLY friggen scary if there's been a long bikeless section of your life.
Last time I went for a bike ride I had that saying in my head. I mean, how hard can it be?
It started out great, kind of. After a few tries I managed to sit on it without toppling sideways.
I set out, wishing for training wheels, and rode a good hundred meters down the (very long) driveway, and stopped to congratulate myself on my sheer brilliance of making it to far.

Unfortunately for me, I forgot the most important rule of bike riding, and didn't put my feet on the ground to keep myself up. Because of this ridiculous brain lapse, the bike and I promptly fell sideways into an electric fence and got fried.
What makes it worse is that when I did manage to free myself from the tangle of wires, I was on the other side of the fence, with some lovely cows, and could see my parents and extended family practically rolling on the ground in fits of laughter.

I don't think that writing a flop of a blog post can result in electrocution, but you never know these days.

As I say every single time, I really have alot to fill you in on. My lifes pretty much not my life, not as YOU readers knew it anyway.
I'm in my new job, I have a new car, IM GOING TO AUSTRALIA, my fish died, I bought a ridiculously cool nail polish... Family came over from England... I watched a live model photoshoot....

This is the nail polish. Its friggen cool.
It's like those cars that change colour when they drive past.

Photographer & Designer

So apparently I am now a Junior Web photographer and Graphic Designer.

Cool.

I got the job from SEEK, thanks to my dad for finding it. It's for Postie, the women's clothing company I was already working for as a sales assistant. I applied thinking I wasn't really even going to get considered for the job, because honestly, I'm not that fantastic  - I know, I know, you all love me. I know, I'm totally amazing, thanks... Yeah, I know, I'm the best. Geez guys! If you keep flattering me I'll get big headed.

But I did get the job (after an interview).

Although, I'm hoping they (and by "they" I mean my employers at Postie) have employed a bloody good Senior Photographer or Designer to coach me along. I handed in two completely 100% brilliant application documents when I was going through interviews. I have been repetitively told how amazing they we're and how impressed everyone was by them .... I am not trying to toot my own horn here, as much as it sounds like it, I'm just trying to explain the reasons behind the niggling worry I have.

And by niggling worry I mean gnawing anxiety. Or biting fear.
Or shredding-my-insides-to-pieces horror.

From listening to 'them' talk, it SOUNDS like they think I'm a great deal better than I am. Or have a GREAT deal more experience than I do. It sounds like there is no Senior Someone to nudge me in the right direction, and it sounds like they are going to get a gigantic slap in the face from Mr Disappointment when they remember that I AM A JUNIOR!!!!!!

My inner self will be shaking from head to toe and stuttering on every second word tomorrow, waiting for when I have to say 'okay, so which of you will be helping me?'.
Or more like; 'ok-kay. Um. Well, you see... Uhh... Which of you... I mean, which one of you will be uhh... m-my... P{APOSfdghinl,;g'ytrsa OH MY GOD SOMEONE SAVE ME. '

At which point I will run screaming from the building, and promptly get fired.

I wonder if I will have my own desk.

Hair chalk

Alriiight, so, there's one hundred and twenty things for me to write about on here, so naturally, HAIR CHALK is top of the list.

It's importance level is above;

- My three year anniversary with Tib.
- Christmas.
- New Years.
- My birthday.
- My new job.
- My new car.
- Life in general.

Hair chalk is an amazing creation that lets your hair be ANY COLOUR YOU WANT temporarily. Oh sweetness we are so lucky that this wonderful invention is in our world that I might just break down and bawl my eyes out.
It's literally chalk for hair. Now, I know what you're thinking - is it actually any different to normal chalk?

Probably not.

I could probably go out and buy a box of chalk from the Warehouse for five dollars, and walk around with a rainbow on my head. Although, normal chalk is usually pastel colours (and not to get confused here, I don't mean pastels themselves. I mean pastel coloured chalk. Not chalk pastels, or pastel chalk. If that even exists).
My hair chalk is bright pink, and SO IS MY HAIR.
Only problem is that is gets on my face if I don't use hair spray. And hair spray makes my hair feel like I've got a bale of hay sticking out my follicles.

The pink one in the pic below is the EXACT one that I use. I got mine from 'shampoo N things', but that shop probably doesn't exist in other countries. So just google it guys.

Fish.

I have this fish, right.
I'm actually surprised I haven't written about him before, he's a frequent topic of conversation at home. The whole family hates him. I like him, but I'm the only one....

He's a Zebra danio. His names either Bikebits, Gertrude, Rectum, Steven or ... or... I can't remember the last name. There was 5, and they all looked the same so I don't know which one he is.

Over the past... god, how many years now? Like 6 years? I have had a total of 10 zebra danios, buying them in sets of 5. After the first 4 died, I bought another 5. I named the second 5 Pinky, Ring, Middle Index and Thumb. I also bought three sucky fish at that time, two with brown spots and one orange one...

All have died except this ONE fish. Its from the first 5, I know. Because its bent, like. Its a corner shaped fish. I don't know what happened, because it bent gradually over time....
I'm beginning to suspect he may very well be a psycho serial killer murderer fish. I mean. That is 11 deaths. On one day, 4 died at once. Not even joking.
The three sucky fish just disappeared, I never saw what happened to them. Never saw them again. No note, no ransom, no bodies, no nothing.

The others died off one by one. Until there was only him and one other fish left. Another danio. I felt sorry for it as time went on, because Mr Bent was such a bully. He was always being horrible to the poor surviving fish....
One day I could only find one fish. The bent one. I looked for a long time to find his friend, and couldn't see it anyone, I suspected another disappearing act.
About a week after that I discovered the body.... It's eyes had been eaten by snails... So tragic....
The body was wedged into a hole in a rock in the tank. Like. Face first, squashed into a tiny little hole.
How the F?
Just like what?

It either swam in there, REALLY HARD and got stuck (and probably got brain damage at the same time, hitting the end of the hole). Or the bent fish murdered it and rammed its lifeless body in there to hide the evidence.

Anyway, his life is miserable now. He lives alone, because I refuse to by him anymore friends. He's been alone for a long time now, and he just WONT DIE.

Adorable dresses

So,  I'm trying this new thing where I actually DO something creative each weekend. Last weekend I finished my most recent painting, this weekend I'm making my GORGEOUS cousin a pretty little dress for her to flounce around in over summer.
Although, there wont be much flouncing, since she's only just recently turned 1 year old. She'll probably wreck the dress learning to walk, or crawling through some mud, or vomiting on it, or peeing in it, or one of the many other clothes-ruining baby traits.

Either way, I'm expecting a photo of her wearing it BEFORE it's destroyed - I will inform the mummy that this will be the payment. A pretty photo of my master piece dress. Considering the fact that I only started on it about half an hour ago, its not really a dress yet. I'll load a pic when its done!
It's going to be so cute. Like, adorable to the point of spontaneous combustion. The photo is of the fabric, and its cute. My cats on my bed cheering me on, admiring my work (in his sleep. Hes very affectionate in his sleep). His names Munta.

Also, my painting from last weekend. If you wanna see more of my paintings, then HERE

Oreos

I know that it's been a little wee while since my last post, and by that I mean probably over a month ago - which is pretty bad, even for me - so I guess I'd better get my A into G and type some shit stuff out for you guys to read.

Today, whilst at work, I was carrying a bottle of conditioner and the lid came off - this is like a 1L bottle, its friggen HUGE - and it fell to the floor and bounced twice before it finally tipped over onto the carpet.
On each bounce, a massive splash of conditioner flew out and covered as much as it could. . .
Thankfully, none of it landed on me, because if it had I'd have looked like a low class hooker. It was gooey white stuff. Not solid white either, it was half transparent which is even worse!
It got on two boxes, 7 packets of socks (thankfully, they were wrapped in plastic), the leg of some jean and the carpet.... ALOT went on the carpet.
That was my FML of the day, cause it took ages to wash off my hands after cleaning up - you know when you get something on your hands and it feels like slime? it was like that.
Like picking up eels, it was like a layer of eel slime. Has anyone done that?

Eels are really weird to pick up.
OH YEAH. That reminds me of my dream last night! (not the eels, it was the spermy conditioner that reminded me).
I had a penis! In my dream last night I had a HUGE penis!!!! I wasn't a boy, I was me... but with a penis.... and it was normal, like nothing seemed out of the ordinary - nobody commented on it, even though I was naked. Just what?
Like, what was I thinking when I fell asleep that made me imagine myself in a world where me having my massive penis out in public is okay??

I've decided on my reason for not writing out many posts recently. I was too busy having too much spare time. I never have much to say when I have alot of time on my hands.
Also I've eaten like 10 boxes of oreos in the past 2 weeks. They are amazing!
Im making up for lost time, since I never had them when I was a little kid. They are a recently discovered delicacy in my life. . .

Sets of three

When people say "bad things come in threes!" they are right, in a sense. Since bad things are happening continually all the time, then sure; you could group those into sets of three if you'd like. If dividing up the crappy stuff makes you feel like theres less of it then sure;  go for it! Can you then group the groups together after - 'bad things come in three groups of three!'

I guess that could be interpreted differently though. It COULD mean that there is three sub-groups of bad things; like categories. The Crap, the Shit and the Fuck my life. Although, the lines between these groups would be incredibly difficult (if not impossible) to define because everyone will view a bad situation in a different light!
One person getting they're arms chopped off might think its a tragedy! Yet a completely different person may think its alright - maybe the arms they lost were covered in hideously ugly moles (not that I think moles are ugly...)

DENTIST

I can't stand going to the dentist!
I think I must have inherited this of my mum, because she hates it too. Like, I know everyone hates the dentist, but we do more than your everyday person. .
But you see, I don't hate the dentist for the dental work. That parts actually not too bad, I hate it because of the needles!
UGH. NEEDLES.

Yesterday I got two fillings - I was being brave going in there all by myself, not even crying. I wasn't shaking. I wasn't awkwardly smiling (does anyone else do that? When your scared you can't stop smiling?). I just walked in, told the reception lady I was there and she said to take a seat.
I had just settled down to wait, with a nice magazine article about gay marriage, and then the nurse steps out;
"Georgia?"
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
I got into the torture chamber, and freaked out. It wasn't my dentist. Not MY dentist. Some other scary random dentist man that I didn't know. I've had the same dentist for a few years now - I like him. He talks, he makes jokes, and he tells me what he's doing and what to expect. I had my check up with him, and I WANTED MY FILLINGS DONE WITH HIM. He told me at the check up that he would try not to use the back needle (the one that goes in the very back of your mouth, and is SCARY).
So, I sit in the chair. Mentally telling myself "its okay, he wont be a ruthless bastard that wants to jab holes all over you".

I started building the new dentist-patient relationship. I talked alot. He was nice, he had a look in my mouth, then said to the nurse "Okay, can you pass me a top and a back". And It dawned upon me that he was talking about needles. A BACK?? Oh no.

Oh no Oh no Oh no!!!
So I said "Oh.. Id hoped you wouldn't have to use that one... can you like, warn me when your going to... do it?"
So he agreed. And said he'd do it now. And I was like WHAT? Do what now??? WHICH NEEDLE NOW???
He said "I'll do the back one now, get the worst over with first". uufhdao;sbljvcxzlkbnv cv,.l;vsd
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So he did. It was okay. It did hurt, but not as much as my reaction implies it did. I have no idea why I'm so scared of needles, logically they really don't hurt as much as most things. Its just... the IDEA of them is so... horrible.
After the first one was over I wasn't really worried about the next. He did it, it stung a little, it was okay. But I must have been alot more anxious than I thought I was, because as he pulled the second needle out he was telling me about rinsing my mouth out I think - I don't know. I wasn't hearing him, all I could hear was ringing. Then I started feeling really sick, and shaking alot and the dentist told me I went really pale all of a sudden. He made me lie down with my knees up (like an idiot) for 5 minutes, so I didn't faint.
I HATE NEEDLES.
Is this the new thing?? The last time I had an injection I fainted, and this time I would have had I not already been lying down!
UGH. FML.

World rape

If it's considered rape when somebody has sex with you without your consent; then when the world FUCKS PEOPLE OVER and in no means whatsoever is it consensual I would definitely call that rape.
I mean, the world is far bigger, stronger, and more powerful than any of us individually so yeah; It just rapes whoever is pleases whenever it pleases.

Often it's raping many people at once - simply because the world is a greedy selfish bastard of a thing that enjoys tipping peoples lives upside down and watching as they drown in they're own misery while is FUCKS THEM. It gets off on it - just like many other rapists out there.

But you know what, the world even rapes the rapists sometimes (chucking them in jail and whatnot), so its far worse than your general everyday rapist. It is one cruel, evil, sadistic planet.

And you know what else?
There is absolutely NOTHING we can do about it.
If the worlds like "hey, I haven't had all that much non consensual sex recently - oh look! Theres a person! Lets go ruin they're life. I'm not even going to wear protection" then there is literally nothing you can do.

Even is its not rape, its got to be some kind of sexual assault.

Now, I don't often type out blog posts that have this level of... angst... in them, so consider it a privilege that you're reading this before I delete it (presuming I do delete it).

nightmare - cutting people in half

Okay, so this morning I awoke in amazement. It seems that the level of disgust that my nightmares give me has risen again. I honestly didn't think my brain was this twisted to even come up with this stuff - let alone come up with it in detail and play it like a movie inside my head.
Like, seriously? Am I harboring a psycho killer in my mind, or what??

Last night I dreamt (I can't believe I'm telling you);

I can't remember all the details... You know how dreams skip bits.
Well, there was a murderer in the building (idk what building it was, I think it was supposed to be my house? but it was massive, with lots of hidden doorways that people can jump at you from).
He was roaming around, preying on young women (which there seemed to be an abundance of in my house). He attacks with a syringe filled with some seriously powerful pain med - considering what he does, it must be RIDICULOUSLY strong -  He would drag them off to his chosen room of torture, and then suddenly they would be ripped in half.
I wish I could say he just wanted a collection of ripped in half bodies, but no... he didn't...
I don't know what he did with the bottom half, because thats never seen again.... but he then proceeds to HAVE SEX WITH the mangled top half. Like. It would be like him having sex with mince that has shoulders and a face.

And get this, the women are STILL ALIVE when he does this.

Yup. I think this one even tops the one with the clown that dragged primary school kids into the attic to eat them.

I am disgusting.

Vacuum strikes again

The work vacuum cleaner is a bastard - shall we do a quick revision for those who haven't followed the progressive decent of my personal relationship with this horrible machine?
Okay!
It's got an incredibly abusive nature, and despite all attempts, it seems unable to listen to reasoning. Nor will it accept bribes. All efforts to enlighten its world of viscous savagery have failed.
As I am aware, it has nothing that we could use to blackmail it into being ... tolerable.
It has caused me a plethora of physical and emotional damage.

Just recently, it was torn to pieces but another staff member. I have already described this incident in a previous post - but if you wish to read it, I warn you that its pretty gory and upsetting to see.

Anyway, considering that it was me who put the unreasonable sadist back together, it still wont give me a break. It has now discovered a new way to hurt me.
It pulls out my hair.

Im aware that the picture is terrible, you can only JUST see the hairs - but you'll have to excuse that. It was ... 'difficult' to take a picture of my hair stuck there while my manager was standing next to me. She wouldn't understand. SHE doesn't have to do the vacuuming.

Reflections

As much as I should really be taking time to reflect on my life, I'd rather take time to admire the reflections of the brilliant view this morning.

'Eye' am a cyclops

Obviously, I had some spare time. This is a picture I took on my phone, and I was looking at it this morning thinking that maybe you devoted readers might like a peek. Now, I know it doesn't make sense for a cyclops to have a right eye in the middle of his face, so I should have made the eye lashes go all the way across, but when I painted it there was no intention of playing Cyclops City.
Nor was there any intention of me painting a matching left eye.

I might also point out, for those of you who don't know, that this is not a picture of me (well, it's my arm). I do not have a penis  - not when I last checked anyway - or short hair, or facial hair. Although you can't see the facial hair right now on this handsome gentleman, I assure you its there. It's there and its prickly.

I might also point out that the white floral metal parts in the background are NOT my choice of bed frame. I simply came home one day and my bed had been replaced. I think the reason it happened whilst I was out, is because deep down mum knew that I wouldn't like it. She also painted my walls white and gave me a black, white and red duvet cover... ugh.
But I guess I can't be bitter for ever - that was like 2 years ago. We don't even live in that house anymore. The bed will always remind me though....

Vacuum fatality

I once said I would strangle the vacuum cleaner at work. Apparently I wasn't the only one bearing ill feelings towards that little bastard. Although I had (frequently) dreamed about it's demise, tearing it limb from limb was too violent for my tastes. Its sabotage remains a mystery, and I can safely say there is more that one person here who qualifies for a valid suspect.

It had been patched up terribly. When I went to use it, I was pulling it along thinking how remarkably light it was - maybe it was on a new diet? - when I turned to see I was just carrying its disembodied tube.
The poor thing was a mess.
A mess that it RIGHTFULLY DESERVED. But a mess none the less.

After I used my highly qualified medical skills, it was looking much better (as you can see), and it may yet live to see another day. That is, if someone doesn't torch it or drown it while Im on my weekend.
I can't honestly say I would miss it, if I came back to find it a puddle of melted plastic.

Beaten black and blue

You know those bruises that arent bruises?
The ones that hurt SO MUCH but you can't see them? Or they show up after a few days, but they're actually really small?
I've got those. Last night I was trying to look somewhat dignified while I was taking my jeans off, because no matter how you do it, you ALWAYS look like a spaz while your taking jeans off.
I almost succeeded too, but one of the legs got caught on my foot at the last moment, and I pulled my leg out from under me and went face first into the bed. I managed to right my balance by accidentally slamming both my for arms into the metal framing of the edge of the bed.
So my arms and my face slowed my fall, and I got two massive hidden bruises up my arms! Luckily, my face was spared too much damage. The colour of the bruises wont show up (well. My right arm has a faint purple look about it), but the swelling bloody well showed up!
I HAD BALLOON ARMS.

Anyway, I have these weird bruises on my shins too, but I haven't a clue to save myself on how I got them. Ill I know is they hurt, and I look like a pansy with no pain tolerance if I complain.
So I suffer in silence.

CRASHED MY CAR

So yesterday I was in an incredibly serious car crash - I'm amazed Im still alive. I should be wrapped head to toe in bandages, with tubes out my arms and pain meds in my system.
I had just arrived at home, and pulled into the driveway when I realized that all the builders were still here. Id wanted to sit back and relax, maybe read a bit, eat some cookies, drink ginger beer.. But I didn't want to spend my time with the hammering and drilling. WHO can read to that?
It would interrupt every sentence you read!
"And thats when the BANG mail arrived. The postman BANG BANG was a huge fat man, BANG with a giant mustBANGache. It was as long as he was BANG.. as long as he was tall, and dragged on the BANG floor while he searcBANG BANG. Dragged on the... on the floor while he BANG... while... he... Where was I up to?"

Anyway, so I reversed out the drive way, and realised -  where am I even going to go now? So I pulled over to choose my next destination. Unfortunately I pulled over into a tree. My brain was off dancing with fairies somewhere, leaving me to fend for myself, so I crashed.
I had that dumb expression on my face - an 'o' for a mouth and wide eyes.
I felt like suuuuch and idiiioooooottttt..
My car was OKAY. I guess. His poor indicator was smashed and a little bit of the pink  was smashed too!!!! But its not very noticeable.
I taped it back together :)
Good as gold now!

The tree got out of it with minor scratches. Bastard.

Sleep

So last night, I thought I did alot. I went out and got ingredients for a late dinner, then made it, I had two glasses of wine, watched some episodes of bleach. To me it felt REALLY late when I was super tired, and dragged myself to bed. Turns out it was 9.30.

Now, I know that I'm a sucker for sleep anyway, but being sick is just making it all backwards. This morning I got up at 8:20. Yesterday I woke up at 10 to 7am, then tried falling back asleep and couldn't.
I've always been a person to try stick to my '8 hours sleep a night' rule, and fretted about it if I lost some of my precious Z's...
But I'm usually capable of staying up late if I want.
But this cold! Man! It really takes it out of you!
I've been completely exhausted since like Tuesday, and want sleep ALL THE TIME. But since I couldn't take any time off work, I couldn't sleep off the sickness, so now I'm stuck with it.
I slept so much this weekend, and even now that my sunday (your saturday) is drawing to a close, Im STILL exhausted.
I feel even more so, if thats possible. This bloody cold is like a leech that lives in my stomach, and eats all the nutrients and sugars and carbs and ANYTHING that might possibly give me energy to make it through the day without certain death. That, and the leech makes my nose run, my head hurt and makes me cough (somehow)!

And then theres work tomorrow...
How will I even make it through that??
SOMEBODY gouge my eyes out, so I can't even have a hope of serving customers because they will be so disgusted at the state of my gore covered face that they will all run screaming, then the company will go under because there wont be any customers. I mean COME ON. Is this what its come to?

Maybe I should just break and arm or something.
Oooh or a leg, that way I can't walk around at work. With a broken arm she might still make me work - I mean, most people could work somewhat sufficiently with one hand.

Whimper*
Life's so hard..

Dream time

Last night, I had a DREAM.
Thats right folks! A dream! Not a nightmare!
It was just as messed up as my nightmares, but it wasn't BAD. It was good. Almost.. plain.
My recollection may be missing details because as the day goes on, I tend to forget bits,

Well. I was at my friends house ... John*.
John was getting something from his bedroom, and I was looking at the extremely ridiculous amount of thermal tops in his room. Hundreds of them. Hung up, folded up, thrown over things, on the floor... All were white and short sleeved. When I asked him about it, he said he never wears any of them.
I blame work for this one, they were even the same brand and style as the ones at work.

Anyway, suddenly I wasn't there anymore. I was at my front door step, facing out towards the driveway.
I lived in an estate; all the houses were huge, pretty and expensive.
I was looking towards the house across the street, like I really needed to be there. So I walked towards the house, and up the drive, to the front door - but it wasn't a front door, it was like the wall was just not there. There was mosquito netting covering the whole wall, and I could see into the lounge.
In the lounge was about 5 people, who all looked almost exactly the same - barely any differentiation between male and female. All were staring at me.
One of the girls (I think) nodded towards a guy on the couch, who got up and walked over to the netting. It was john! He somehow materialized next to me, outside the netting.
He was like "what can I do for you?"
And I was like "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be here. I was just going to my letter box and... kept walking".
So he started showing me around his garden (no, that wasn't a metaphor. This is a PG dream guys).
During the grand garden tour, we started walking up this huge hill - which would be out of place in any other normal garden, but an estate garden shows no limits. It can be as big as it wants.
At the top of the hill was a base ball field. Sure.

I suggested he come to my house, so I can give him a tour too.
So down the hill and across the road we go. I don't actually remember what my house looked like, inside or out. But the garden at MY house was AWESOME.
It had a huuuuuge deck, and big outdoor table and chairs, with my whole family and all my friends - muffin and ba were both there - who were having a BBQ for breakfast (yup, it was breakfast time). They were cooking sausages. Then a bunch of my friends and I went along the bush walk, that followed a river, that was in my massive forest of a garden. And I was pointing out to them how the eels in the river were all rainbow coloured ... And they were. They also had like... hair styles... that flowed out behind them in the current.

I don't remember much more. Just that I smiled alot, and so did the people I was with.
All in all, it was a really good dream for me. I hope that doesn't mean that tonight will be 5 times as bad than usual to make up for it.

demolition and reconstruction

My bedroom is getting re-shaped.
I'd say its got a personal trainer at some jazzy gym, and its gonna be on an intense diet - like, NO CARBS, NO SUGARS, NO FUN.
But when the renovations are over, it will actually be shorter and wider. So its going on the standard See-Food diet. Its going to be like, twice the length - which is great, you know, but I did just try take furniture OUT of my room. I was trying to cut out all the unnecessary things I collect...
Guess I've got an excuse to go shopping.

I could get a TV for my room? I never saw the point in it because I don't actually watch TV much, and any movies I watch I can do so from the computer...
I could get a couch? But then, I have a bed. Whats the point in a couch? I can just sit on my bed.
I could get a mini fridge? I think that just means I'm lazy - can't even make it to the kitchen for milk.

Oooh I could get a BIGGER desk. I did only just get this one I'm using now (like, I got it a month ago), but it is very small... If I had a bigger desk, then I wouldn't use my bed for painting (in theory. I am used to painting on that angle).

I could get a large ornamental object. Its sole purpose would be to collect dust. Like, a wooden sculpture of a sea horse thats 2m high by 1m wide and deep. Stick it right in the middle, and paint it ROYGBIV.

Maybe I could just... fill the extra space with a patterned rug.

I drew a map out of it. Its actually pretty accurate - thats what my bed looks like (or will look like when I put my new WINTER duvet cover on it, one that has NO paint on it so far). Thats the patterned rug. And the beige in the corner will be my new BIG corner desk. The rainbow squiggle is my seahorse sculpture. The blue green line at the top will be my feature wall - Im still deciding on the colour. I've had teal as a FW before, and loved it, but shouldn't I try something different? I've had red too (not my choice, the room was already painted when we moved in.. I'd NEVER choose red.

Uuum the wardrobe covers a whole wall cause Im not sure exactly where its going to be... The various line on the walls are either painting or windows.

OH CRAP. I didn't put my book case in it! Um. It can go where-ever my wardrobe isn't on that right hand wall. Maybe I should get a new book case - I have a few books that are getting a little crammed...