School yesterday, work today, father tomorrow?

Finally, sitting in bed - I feel only mili seconds away from slipping into my dreams. Or nightmares. More likely to be nightmares - they tend to make for more amusing stories to share the next day. At least, I presume thats why my brain decided that nightmares should be a more common occurrence than dreams?
Either way, its best to just go with the answer that wont resolve in an argument. This time, that means agreeing that my brain simulates nightmares for amusement.

Yes, avoiding any argument always ends up a good thing... It is an especially good thing if the argument being avoided is with ones own brain... The brain tends to win, and one and their brain tend to spend the remainder of their lives in a straight jacket, bouncing off the walls in their foam room.

The reason I am tired is because I worked for a measly 2 and a half hours longer than the usual 4 hours. So, 6 and half hours. Thats no longer that the time I'm at school, what gives work the right to be more tiresome, huh?
Learning and stressing is far more tiring than vacuuming, cleaning and writing quote letters. Admittedly... Vacuuming a Carpet Court show room does take a ridiculously long time...

Theres just... just......

just so much carpet....

On the walls.. the floors... the shelves.. the cupboards...
*shudders*

But never the less, I got a large amount of sleep last night, and anything regained by that excess sleep has been sucked into that stupid carpert fluff and sweet corn filled Vacuum bag (The sweet corn is an advertising scheme for the ever so famous ECO STRAND carpet. Its amazing stuff, really). If your out for some brilliant carpet, just ask me, I mean. I've vacuumed all of it, surely I can tell you which ones the comfiest to walk on.
I'd know because I vacuum in socks. Some people may think thats unprofessional, but I say; What's the point in working in a carpet store if you don't even use it?


Its fathers day tomorrow too. My horoscope said that I will have trouble with someones large ego tomorrow morning... Sorry dad, looks like you've got to have some failure for breakfast. That should get your ego back into perspective for the day. Dunno where you can buy it though, and in what form? Failure and hazelnut spread? sunnyside up failure? scrambled failure? I don't know.
Gosh, if horoscope writers can tell me that sort of thing and be RIGHT about it a day in advance, then Im going to have to kidnap one of these people.

I'll write a post tomorrow and let you know if I'll be buying some chloroform and rope. I'll be needing their addresses too...
Hmm..

My sickness is cooling down, but so what?

Alright, so now I'm basically a runny nose and a few good coughing fits a day. This cold may have wrapped up quick, but apparently all problems don't wrap themselves up like Mc'D's burgers.

Still haven't found my solution to "what will you be when you leave school" ... I thought I had a good one, I thought 'hey I can just take a photoshop or indesign course until I officially decide what to do', I mean, thats both interesting to me and helpful to most future jobs that I would find interesting. Win win, right?
Wrong. Apparently those courses are uber-doober expensive and can take friggen ages. Dad was telling me about how a course for indesign can take up t 4 years to get a degree.. could cost up to a good 20K.
F. M. L. Back to square ONE! Or square negative one. Or maybe, I'm just up to 'circle', so I'm running round and round being all like "I'm sure I saw a door around here somewhere!"

I'll have a quick pointless chat to the careers lady about those courses anyway, to see if theres anything worth it in there. Cause lets face it, no matter how useful the information is that she tells me, Im not going to be able to choose till I decide what I Iike doing.

OH! AND MORE GREAT NEWS GUYS!!!!!! Dad and mum are both moving house (A-friggin-GAIN) next yearish, right? Well both are planning to at the beginning of next year. So whats that make it? 8 times in 5 years?
WhhooooooooooooooHHOOOOOOO! THEY'RE GOING FOR THE GUINNESS WORLD RECORDS! DON'T STOP NOW GUYS! ALMOST THERE!!!
Yeah. Right.

Im super behind in painting too, by like, a whole board - I thought I was up to date in photography but yeah, Im not really, Im too slack at actually TAKING the pictures. Geo.. yeah sure, up to date there, thats okay :)
English... Othello essays? no.

Lifes not really THAT bad. Im just in a really exaggerated mood.

If I were to suggest running away to a secret world and staying there forever and ever eating lollies and drinking tea in our own marshmallow houses... Who would be with me?

SNOT

SNOT SNOT SNOT SNOT SNOT SNOT SNOT SNOT DNOTgjrdfklnxfh;mwp 'SSSNNNNNOOOOOT its RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE.

Ive sneezed atleast 20 billion times today, no exaggeration at all. It's that refuckingdiculous that I can sneeze that much. And the snot! UGH. I HATE SNOT.
Like, a hour ago I was talking to toby and I sneezed - just managed to put my hand infront of my face intime - and snot went all over my hand. It was sick - like me. I can't believe that my nose can even generate that amount of snot.
If you imagine how much snot is made each year by people with colds.. THATS sick. Imagining that makes my snot level seem quite small... thank you world snot for making me feel better about my personal snot issues.
Snot.

I think, I like to say 'snot' now, which is unfortunate because its such a gross word. Its like bag.

Anyway, I was thinking earlier,
"I should make a facebook page of myself, and see how many people join" Cause I think majority of my readers see my posts up on facebook. Then it could be like "Geoffery Jeffereson Likes Orangejar", Then I realised that in order for me to do that I'd have to be totally up myself...

HEY! IM A JAR FULL OF SNOT! NOT ORANGES!! HAHahahahahashdajglkn Oh dear I hate colds...
I can't believe I've talked about snot so much, I mean, I like can't stop. I keep bringing it up. Look, Im doing it right now. I cant control myself. SNOT

I hope not many people read this. This post is SICK.
And not in the australian sense, its not "Siiiiiiiiiiiick!" like a loud crack of thunder or marshmallow and cocoa nut ice flavoured ice cream (it exists, I've tried it).

Okay. Im stopping.
Done.

Bye.

Im such a jinxed dick....

Me joking about being sick again... what like, two days ago?
OH WELL WOULD YOU GUESS WHATS HAPPENED?!!!!
I'm sick.