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I am currently knee deep in the iTunes store, picking some 80s power ballads that are missing from my comprehensive library of pumping 80s tunes. (Yes, I actually purchase all my music, I am not cool enough to know how to download it plus I would want someone to buy my songs if I got famous). I’ve got some really good ones “Ooooooooooh, we’re all someone’s daughter, we’re all someone’s sonnnnnnnnnnnnn” “We may never meet againnnnnn, sooooo shed your skin and let’s get starteddddddddd” (Bonus points! Name that tune!!)
Since reading Stuff Lesbians Like and it mentioning 80s power ballads, I’ve felt like this whole lady loving thing has made so much more sense. There are actually other girls out there who love power ballads, and that warms my heart. Most days I feel like a total n00b when it comes to the whole lesbian deal, but knowing I match some tongue-in-cheek stereotypes makes me glad…Pollyanna style.
Let’s see how many other lesbian stereotypes myself, my going away party and my guests can live up to:
1. Popped Collars and Grad School. Yes, I will be wearing a popped collar and I dare say I won’t be the only one. As for Grad School, I’m there next semester. Check.
2. Telling the stupid U-Haul joke. Likely, there will be a number of lesbians in the company of my straight friends. I heard the U-Haul joke the very first time I hung with Wifey so I suspect it’s the standard lesbian joke to tell other girls. I’m anticipating hearing it on the weekend. Check.
5. The post-mullet. I have a mullet, which I adore like it was my own child. Tex now has a mullet and I wouldn’t be surprised if there are another one or two in attendance on Saturday. CHECK!
7. Mourning dead or otherwise departed L-Word characters. Every time I see some of the girls who will be coming on Saturday, we talk about the L-Word, this is absolutely certain to occur at some point. Check.
10. The hand tuck. I know I do this often, and I know I’m not the only one! Check.
11. Entourages. Yah, I’ll have have almost my entire entourage with me on Saturday, some of whom will bring their own entourage. Plus, I’d like to go out afterwards and I’m far too “new” to go into any gay clubs alone, so I need other lesbians to give me some cred. Check.
15. Processing. Yeah, we all know I do this. If it was not for “processing” my blog would be updated once every 3 months. Double check.
17. Drama 2.0. Yeah….we all know this is true, too. Check.
20. Fitting In. Without a doubt, while it’s true for most people, it’s especially true within the “scene”. If you don’t read as a lady lover than you are toast, thank GOD I have awesome hair because if it wasn’t for that I would be dead in the water. My mullet helps tip off the girls who’ve already got an inkling which team I play for. This is another reason my entourage is useful because it would be very unlikely I’d be approached in a gay club if I was…out of context, let’s say. Check!
21. Professing to know everything about someone based on his or her star sign. Yeah, I think within the first 10 minutes of Tex and I meeting we were discussing star signs and doing the eyebrow raise and nod at each other. For the record, I’m a Scorpio, and you’d be very right to raise an eyebrow… check.
26. We blog! Yes, yes we do. Check.
28. Straight Girls. Half my party will be straight girls and I love them to bits! Lesbians do dig straight girls. Check.
31. Being overly competitive at things that don’t matter. I am this point personified! I have never cared about getting better marks than someone else at uni or beating anyone while at the doing stuff at the gym (way back in the day) but try and have better hair than me or play against me in Guitar Hero and it’s on like Donkey Kong, my friends. You’ll be crying like a sissy in under five minutes. Check.
36. Spontaneously breaking out into tone-deaf versions of 80s guitar anthems or power ballads. The point that started it all. I fucking love power ballads, they are the greatest songs ever and guitar anthems are the reason why Guitar Hero is the best game ever. Check.
49. Lesbian Texting Syndrome. Guilty as charged, as is every other lesbian I know. Check.
53. Dating difficult girls. Well, not dating so much as crushing on difficult girls? Though I know plenty of girls dating difficult girls, it seems to be a rite of passage. Check.
Ahhhhh, don’t you feel better knowing all that?? I kind of suspect that Saturday night will be the coolest night ever. It’s not like those times when I expect great things and everything turns to shit, this is going to work out! Short of the venue burning down in the next couple of nights, I’m going to have an awesome place for my party. There will be yummy food and cocktails (and beer and junk), as well as a bunch of super cool people. It sort of feels like the funnest birthday party ever, except I don’t have to get any older and I get to go to Japan two days after my party. So maybe it’s more like a wedding…for myself…but without wedding presents or wedding night sexing…but there will be cake, and hey, if the sexing is not an option, cake will do just fine.
So it’s down to five days and counting…
I’m feeling quite Zen about this whole experience (the Japanese theme, maybe??). I’m not nervous or scared or worried, it just all seems like it’s meant to be happening so it feels pointless to worry, I just have absolute faith it’s all going to turn out how it is supposed to.
I know, it doesn’t feel like me unless I am holding my knees rocking and frothing at the mouth at this point close to a big event, but not working myself into a blind panic has made for a nice change of pace. I’m not sleeping well at night, but that’s because I am far too excited to do anything like sleep. I could be trawling Flickr for pictures of Tokyo, or looking on Google Street View or otherwise planning my adventures in Japan.
I still have an incredible amount to do before I go. Namely, my portfolio. It’s getting there, I have a very good grasp on the content but then I have to put it all into some aesthetically pleasingly format so I can simultaneously wow my interviewers with the contents of it and show off my artistic flair. I’ve got to get some photos printed for it as well. I also need to sort out a cash passport, I ran out of time last week and I’ve been working these past couple of days so tomorrow will be my first chance to get to the bank. Tomorrow I also have to press some buttons I’ve sold and post them off, print off some old assignments for my boss, print off some other stuff for D’Olds who are going away while I’ll be in Japan and print off maps and junk for myself so I can actually find my way to the hotel in Tokyo.
Lastly, just to see who even reads this anymore for old times sake, I’m going to hold a Crappy Magnet Photo Competition when I go away! Except it won’t be a magnet this time, it will be the single most obscure item I can procure in a 100yen store. This time, there will also be two chances to win - one prize for guessing/guessing closest to the actual number of photographs I take on my trip and the second one I will draw randomly by picking a name from the commenters on the official competition post. So even if you are a shitty guesser, you could still win!! I’ll outline the proper rules and all that junk for the kids who haven’t played before in a post soon, but start warming up your guessing muscles. Two points to note while doing your guessing - 1) I just got a brand new camera 2) It’s fucking TOKYO.
Well, this was really just a giant, steaming pile of nothing. Apologies for wasting your time, please go about your business. I’ll try harder tomorrow. My life for the past few days has been go to work, come home, think about all the things I have to do, sleep, rinse and repeat. Tomorrow will be more exciting, and if it isn’t I will try my hardest to write about it in a way that makes it seem exciting!
Compiling this portfolio is like doing the most tedious assignment ever! I know I have to do it, I totally understand why I have to do it and I even want to have a portfolio, but it doesn’t make it any easier to do.
It also doesn’t help that there are no hard and fast rules as to what you put in it or how you lay it out and after many years of following strict criteria when completing tasks this sort of freedom is incredibly daunting. I’ve decided to go for a portrait layout, A4 style with lots of paper accents and photographs and things. It’s not as traditional as some people may make their portfolio but I’m not big on the ‘traditional’ thing anyways, so I figure why start now?
I found the teaching philosophy I had to write as part of an assignment a year or so ago. It’s actually pretty kick ass and I think it will impress people. It’s about the only piece of text I wrote in my entire uni career that I actually believe in, everything I feel about teaching is in it and I can even prove it with examples from my pracs and things so it makes it even more legitamate. Better still My Dream School (MDS) has a philosophy that aligns very well with my teaching philosophy, so hopefully we’ll be a match made in heaven. I was looking at MDS’s website earlier today, it’s mad! They have a indoor rock climbing wall, a proper running track and the coolest looking entrance I’ve ever seen. It looks like a super welcoming place, the videos of the staff make them seem quite warm and genuine and there are parent testimonials to support this. I also had a look at the fee structure…let’s just say you’d want to be earning the phat cash and have only one child if you wanted them to attend. On the plus side though, they will probably pay quite well, seeing as the registration fee for enrolling one child for just one term is more than most other schools are offering teachers per month.
I should stop whining and get it done so I can share it with some of my teacher-folk friends later in the week, allowing me a little time for final tweaking. Tomorrow when I wake up to go to work, it will be the same time I’ll have to be at the airport the following Monday for my flight!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppp!!!!!
Filed under: Up Up and Away!
Let me start by setting the scene:
D’Mummy has a group of friends whom she met while we were at primary school, they were other Mums who had kids around the same age as D’Brother and I so she just got to know them through school, as you do, and has remained friends with these ladies. One of these ladies does “readings” for people, she’s quite popular and has people who come from interstate and overseas to get read by her, but she doesn’t ever talk about it. The only time I’d ever heard of it was when D’Mummy said something a while after D’Daddy had come out of hospital years ago.
At this stage D’Daddy was in a very bad way and there was conversations going on in regard to quality of life and all sorts of very serious mortality issues, the friend of D’Mummy’s called her and felt compelled to tell her that he would be ok and recover completely and not to worry because it would work out. It’s worth mentioning that at this stage most of the people around our family were having the “It’s ok to let him go” “You have to think about the quality of life he’d be leading if we pursue this” type conversations, so it was more than a friend’s reassurance. Sure enough, ten years down the track, D’Daddy is not that much worse for wear from the experience and continues to be a fully capable, independant and functioning adult person.
So, today I went out with D’Mummy and some of her friends including this lady. D’Mummy had mentioned that I was going to Japan for some interviews and this friend said “Oh yeah, great, she’ll get a job!”, D’Mummy did the usual “Yes, well, she really wants one, so hopefully it will work out” and her friend was
insistant that I will get a job. We were having lunch and after much questioning from D’Mummy and friend the other lady started to talk about how the receives the information that she’s given and that how she can sense the (passed on) people who surround other people she reads for and they are able to pass on specific information. After this I metioned something about Japan and that I have three interviews and that I really want a job and that I’ve worked out my plan B in case this doesn’t work out, the lady said “I hate to say this because I don’t like to read people I know, but you are going to get a job, the middle school is the one that you’ll get”. Which one is the middle interview of all the schools?? Only the one I want more than life itself and have a feeling that I might get.
You have no idea how glad it makes me to hear that. I’m not going to take it as gospel and cancel my return ticket and start applying for apartments in Tokyo or anything but it does help to reconfirm the feeling I’ve had for a while now. It just seems like it’s meant to be.
If how much I want it has any effect on how likely it is I’ll get the job, they might as well call me tonight and sign me up because there is nothing I’ve ever wanted more. You’ll hear my screams of delight from all corners of the globe when I get word that the job is mine! Wait and see 
And, as promised, here’s me looking like a big, giant loser in my graduation get up.
I’ve gotta do the whole graduating thang later today. I’m not particularly looking forward to it, it will be long and boring except for the 4.5 minutes that it will take me and the three or so other people I will know there cross the stage. You gotta do what you gotta do, right? Jac will be there as well as D’Olds, D’Brother and gf and D’Nanny, Wifey is also coming and SusieQ is coming to dinner afterwards so I am feeling rather loved at the moment.
I went shopping this morning for something to wear. The plan was to buy something warm for tonight because it’s fucking freezing in Brisbane at the moment…but I came home with this oversized, slouchy silk top. I think it might be warmer to wrap myself in fly screen but it looks awesome and I just love it. Plus, it was on sale (of course!) and was only $50, score! If I look pained in any of the grad pics I put up, it’s because my blood has crystallized. I also got another top (also on sale, $20) and a dress. It’s a floaty, cotton dress which is absolutely shitty for the weather at the moment but totally fantastic for Tokyo, and that was only $35 (sale, too). All in all, I love Myer and I love not paying full price.
I’ve been chatting to my hero quite a bit lately, busily planning and preparing for the big “D’Jen Does Tokyo” trip. I was saying today that I just have a feeling that one school in particular (specifically the best international school in Tokyo) will want me. It doesn’t make sense but I just feel like they will want me. Deanne said she has the same feeling, I am hoping quite desperately it must mean it’s true. If you would all cross your fingers and toes very tightly until the Friday after next, I’d be most appreciative.
I should probably go and tart myself up now, graduates have to be at the ceremony two hours early to rehearse and get robed up and junk. I like the fact that everyone in attendance today will be awarded, at the very least, with a bachelor degree but yet we are still apparently not smart enough to figure out how to line up and walk across the stage when our name is called, and therefore must practice before our guests arrive. Hmmm, I smell irony?
Back later this weekend with pictures of me and my wanky mortarboard. Woo!
Let me tell you all the things I have to do at the moment (and planned to get through some of them yesterday, taking advantage of the lovely public holiday) and then I’ll tell you how much I’ve actually done, and how I spent my public holiday.
To Do:
- Hassle STA about my tickets and International Student Card. I’ve been assured twice that it will take 3 days to get the card (after I went back once and they realized they hadn’t sent the application and sent it off) and tomorrow will be 3 weeks and no card. I am getting shitty now.
- Construct my teaching portfolio
- Start packing
- Order food for my party next weekend
- Make dinner reservations for tomorrow
- Dye my hair
- Organize one of those OS pre-paid Visa card things
- Buy a new purse
What I did yesterday:
- Counted a big container of change I had in my office - $73 of free money! Wooo!
- Bought a hair dye
- Went to Tex’s and got drunnnnnnk with her and her gf, Susie Q and Jac. We also had a campfire and hooped. It was fantastic.
As I was hooping last night, in the dark and in the rainforest that is Tex’s back yard, everything suddenly made sense. It sounds so wanky and I don’t blame you for wanting to glass me for talking about it. I was hooping it up and was watching the ground (to make sure I didn’t trip over any of the gnarled tree roots or rocks and shit that were all over the place) and everything inside the hoop was looking normal and everything outside of it was blurry and spinning around. It was just like proof that as long as you’ve got your own shit sorted then it doesn’t even matter if everything else is spinning around crazily around you, just so long as you who how you are and what you are doing.
I had a crazy amount to drink at this point, I wasn’t pouring my own drinks so I have no idea how much alcohol was in them, but I do remember tipping over while I was hooping and ending up on all fours with my head resting on the ground (which was dirt, dead leaves, rocks and tree roots) because everything was spinning too much to do anything else. It wasn’t even a fall, it was kind of like a slow mo’ journey to the ground. It felt quite fluid and artistic as I was doing it, but to the untrained eye I’m sure it looked more like a trashed chick dropping on all fours and headbutting the ground. I’m classy like that.
The campfire was awesome! I love fire, and last night was fucking cold so it was nice for the warmth factor as well….let’s just overlook the small matter of the legality of having a backyard fire. Tex and her gf live quite close to the CBD but their house is in one of the most hilly, overgrown areas of Brisbane, it was the perfect place to get all sorts of dried leaves and sticks and stuff to make the fire. Tex’s gf is the master fire starter, she did such a good job! I could never make a fire like this one!
I think by clearing the air with Tex it has made things better. I had an awesome time last night and there was no mixed messages or anything like that, it was just easy and fun. Yay for shitty things making stuff better in the long run.
Right now I am going to go out and try and get some of this stuff done. I’m aiming to sort out the ticket/IS card, new purse and pre-paid Visa today. I’ll report back later - if not for any other reason than to shame myself for not doing the stuff that I want to get done today.
** EDIT: Ok, let’s review what I’ve done so far:
- Packed some - not all obvs but the stuff I could pack at this stage
- Bought a new purse - only $35, thank you Myer Gods
- Sorted out my flight junk and finally got my IS card
- Booked tomorrow night’s dinner plans
- Dyed my hair (not technically yet, but I’m going to do it tonight)
Not a bad effort, I say. I also managed to squeeze in a bit of a lie down on the couch as well as Hungries for lunch, pre-lie down, to get my tummy to settle down. I still feel quite fragile. Don’t get old kids, it sucks, I used to be able to write myself off and wake up bright and early the next morning with a spring in my step and a sparkle in my eye and now it’s more like watching an angry, deranged yeti crawl out of a dark cave…and I remain that way for most of the day. Not pretty.
Yeeeughhh. I am going to make bean burritos for dinner…yes, I know it’s only 5pm, don’t judge me!!
Filed under: Pity Party
It’s a little unfair that things have to turn a bit shit when they’ve gone so well for so long. I like to be happy and blissfully unaware, it’s so much nicer than feeling stupid and sad.
Nothing major has gone wrong, so I probably shouldn’t even be complaining but right now I sort of want to crawl into bed and have a bit of a cry because I am feeling lame, but instead I am going to blog (…then go to bed and cry.)
Tex asked me, in not so many words, whether I was into her or not. Rather than deny it like I normally would I told her that I think she is super cool but out of respect for the girlfriend I am doing everything possible not to entertain those thoughts. She thanked me for being respectful and assured me she isn’t that great…and that’s it. SHIT. This is becoming the story of my life. I really hate feeling so lame, it’s so pathetic to crush on people! I’m not in Grade Seven anymore, people my age have functional relationships they don’t like people who aren’t interested in them. I feel so stupid!
I was chatting to Wifey the other night. I haven’t spoken to her in ages so I was just giving her a bit of an update about stuff that is going on. I was talking about Tokyo and how I will (hopefully) not be in Australia much longer and she was all “Yah, but you know you may not get a job, you don’t even know for sure that you’ll be going anywhere”. Maybe I’m living with rose colored glasses on, but everyone has just been so sweet to me about Japan. Everyone is being so positive and kind and even I truly believed that I would get one of the jobs I’m being interviewed for, but now she has planted that seed of doubt. I know that no one can make you do or believe anything without your permission but I think it’s kind of mean to say something like that. I am brilliant at telling myself how useless I am, I don’t need other people to do it for me.
As a bit of a knee jerk reaction to what Wifey said I applied for another school last night. It’s not as prestigious as the other two and I’m a little doubtful that they will be willing to pay what I am looking for, but I’ve got an interview with them nonetheless. I really want this, I want it so, so badly that I can barely breathe and I’m just not prepared to admit defeat on this one but now I’m wondering if I even have a chance at these jobs or if I am just trying to convince myself that I’m employable when I’m really not.
I don’t even want to think about being single and not having any schools wanting me to teach for them. That is more depressing than I can even consider, I think I am giving up on ladies because I just can’t do it anymore, I’ll just concentrate on finding a job and moving countries. That will take up enough of my time to keep myself sufficiently busy and not think about the train wreck that is my “love life” at the moment.
Sorry for being pathetic, I will be better tomorrow.
- I bought a new camera yesterday. As part of my grand plan not to “bust a nut” (as D’Brother often eloquently explains) with all the cool stuff to buy in Tokyo, I am going to take lots of photos. Because there is every chance I will be moving back there in the near future, I just don’t need to be buying cute stuffed toys or sweet drinking glasses and stuff like that so I figure if I can take a picture then I can still gush over the cuteness but without having to find room for it in my suitcase. That or I will have a flashy new camera to trade with the check in person to cover the charge for my ten tonnes of excess baggage. Either way, I’m sorted.
- I was chatting with Best about wedding stuff today. It’s not far from crunch time and Best is quickly being a giant, stressful, weeping pile of bridal goo. She admitted to crying watching a QANTAS ad because it was so cute and wanting to go and glass The Ex and some fo his friends who have no RSVP’d to the wedding. Sorry, be lazy and useless all you like, but RSVP for the fucking wedding. It’s a non-negotiable RSVP, like with a birthday party and stuff it’s nice to let them know if you are going or not, but for a wedding you definitely let someone know. Best even included a wee card so all you had to do was write your name and partner’s name, tick the “I’ll be there, bros!*” box and put it in the pre addressed envelope, chuck on a stamp and stick it in a post box. I realize there are quite a few steps which may confuse the tiny minds of certain people but it’s not a difficult thing to do. It makes me very angry, on Best’s behalf. *May not be the exact wording of the invitations.
- Speaking of the wedding, I was telling Best that everyone thinks it sounds like the best wedding ever and that so many people want to come with me. Best told me I could bring someone which I hadn’t really considered until this point. I’d like to bring someone, it would be fun to have a “date”. It will be such an awesome night with excellent food and cocktails and getting to stay at a swishy resort and also getting to dress up and be fancy. It would be even more awesome to have someone I could dance with and steal a few sneaky kisses from, as well as spooning in a hotel bed. The bonus part is that me taking a girl to the wedding would be an enormous scandal and would blow the tiny, narrow minds of some guests. Win, win, as far as I can see
I’m currently accepting applications for a wedding date, you need to be into the ladies (bonus points if you are into me) and willing to spoon.
- I have a killer headache, it feels like my brain is trying to thump out the back of my skull. Jac and I hit up the candy store at Southbank this afternoon, I got lots of old school lollies like Ka-Blueys and those long straws filled with flavoured sugar so I’m pretty sure my headache is just a symptom of my comedown off all the sugar. Even as a grown up I still can’t help but getting all the end gunked up with spitty sugar bits thus trapping half the remaining sugar in the straw, it’s annoying. I also shredded my tongue on the Ka-Bluey, I could taste something metallic and thought it might just be some crazy after taste I didn’t remember from when I last had one as a kid, but no, I’d just cut my tongue on the sharp bits of the lollipop sorta shell. It stings, beware of Ka-Blueys.
- This week marks the start of the sharp decent into J-Town. This week neatly contains Best’s birthday, a public holiday, my graduation and, with any luck, drinking at the uni bar on Thursday night. The following week I’ve got a couple of days of work but will spend most of my time packing and otherwise madly preparing to go overseas before my going away party on the Saturday night (BE THERE). It’s so exciting I can barely stand it.
Uggggghhh.
Firstly, I am never calling any “The Best Day Ever” because it seems to make it the shittiest day ever, everything that could go wrong usually does, so I’m never doing that again. Live and learn.
Yesterday did not involve any tattoos or leaving my car and catching a bus so I didn’t have to worry about having it at uni and drinking, it did involve a large number of Cruisers, a “cowboy” shot, a long island iced tea and a couple other drinks and fighting with Tex. She’s possibly the most…perplexing individual I’ve ever come across. She was getting mad at me last night after telling me that I’m going to break so many hearts and that I know exactly what I am doing to lure girls in. Umm, why the fuck would I be single if I had the first clue of what I was doing?! I’d much rather have to beat the ladies off with the stick than to be the only single person I know, so I’m quite confident I have no idea what I am doing to be attractive in whatever sense I am apparently being attractive. As usual I have no idea why she was mad at me, and when I asked she’d tell me that I already knew or just walk away.
She was telling me last night that she has thought about me all week and that I am so beautiful but if she told me how beautiful I was that I wouldn’t even believe her. I said that it’s fine, but she is not single so it really doesn’t matter what anyone is feeling because it doesn’t make any difference. She got mad at me for “only seeing things one way”…what other way is there to see things?! She’s not single, she’s not in an open relationship and her partner was there last night so it’s not even like she just wanted to cheat because her girlfriend knew we were hanging out. What other options are there?! Polygamy?! Leading an alternative life with me and the gf simultaneously??
Today via FB she said that we shouldn’t hang out because we clash too much and “aren’t good for each other”….uhhh, the fuck? Don’t even worry if you can’t keep up with all of this while you are reading because I can’t either, and I’m living it! I have less than no idea what is going on. The only reason we clash is that she tells me that I’m doing stuff wrong, I ask how/what I’m doing wrong and she’ll get frustrated at me, as for being bad for each other? Well, I don’t often spend a whole week thinking about someone I don’t like and don’t want to hang out with.
All I can say is thank Jeebus that I will be overseas in 16 days. Having a crush is fun but when it all goes to shit, like this, it reminds you how much easier it is to be alone. One day I am going to meet someone awesome. Someone who is single and into me and super fun and exciting but who doesn’t get frustrated by me. One day I will have someone cool to blog about and not have to write about drama or having my heart broken anymore.
Girls are trouble.
- So I scored another job interview at a job in Tokyo. My oracle tells me that it’s the best international school in Tokyo. Um…shit. In their email they mentioned that they are “very interested” in meeting me and asked if I could bring my teaching portfolio to the interview. All well and good…except I don’t have one. Because I did not have the EQ interview at the end of my degree, I never bothered to make a teaching portfolio thinking it would be pointless. I now realize that it was kind of stupid to just assume I’d be able to skip up to a Principal and ask for a job based solely on my good looks and charm. Of course they want a portfolio, if I was going to pay someone a fair amount of money to do a job I’d want to make sure they weren’t just full of shit and can actually prove they are as awesome as they claim. I was planning on spending Friday hungover and delicate, but I might have be to be delicate while putting together a kick-ass portfolio.
- I spent today with D’Brother. His car was getting serviced so I got to be his courtesy car….except he had to be dragged along to all the things I wanted to do today. He mentioned in our conversation that his gf now makes more money than him so he has to be the “little spoon”. Hilarious, especially considering D’Brother is massive and his gf is much smaller. He was waiting outside a change room for me and the lady at the door said “Oh, when you are going to come out and model for your man, he’s been waiting!!” and D’Brother explained we are siblings and that he very much does not want me to model for him. I stood in the change room and laughed like a little girl. D’Brother and I often get called a couple, I assume because we look entirely unrelated. It’s not like we are nice to each other, in fact we treat each other with a healthy level on contempt. I avoid having any physical contact with D’Brother (because he is wild and hairy looking) and he spends most of his life punching me, trying to trip me or pushing me into stuff. People just must be dumb.
- Yesterday was shitty. I was in preschool for most of the day as the teacher with another relief assistant. The kids just didn’t want to listen and were intent on arguing with me and each other at every opportunity. I had to shout, and I never shout, but I could not compete with their noise. I rather like not yelling, it makes me cranky when I yell - I even told preschool this but they seems to be pretty alright with the idea of me being cross and did nothing to change their behaviour.
- Yesterday was also shitty because I had a plastic cow shoved in my face by an over excited wee one on his first day in preschool and copped four, tiny, sharp plastic hooves to the eye. Fun times, it didnt mark but I do have a bruise on my neck? I also almost embedded my sunnies into my scalp. I had them perched on my head and I leaned down while I was holding the new kid who was crying for a few minutes when he was first left at school and then lifted my head right under the little shelf with the CD player on it. It hurt so bad and scratched my sunnies…but it did lift the spirits of the new kids who was then happy to go off and play. The things I do for these kids!!
- The worst thing about taking brain candy? When you are worried about something but the brain candy suppresses it and you get the very occasional random “flashes” of feeling anxious and an impending sense of doom that you can’t remember why you are feeling that way. Right now I am worried about having enough money for Tokyo and the job interviews, but rather than being worried all the time I just have moments when my stomach drops and I remember why I feel nervous. I don’t know what’s worse, it sucks feeling this flash of dread like something awful has happened and you can’t remember what has caused it, then realizing it’s just general worrying.
- I’m going to sell my button press. I don’t want to take it with me when I go overseas and I don’t want to hold onto it in case I can’t get components for it when I next get around to using it, so I might as well sell it on to someone who will love it as much as I have. I’ve got about 20 components left so I’ll have to make some excellent buttons with the last bits, just to go out on top. I’m not even sad, it just feels like I’ve come to the place where I am ready to let it go. It has been a pleasure to press buttons and I would like someone else to have it now, preferably someone who wanted one as much as I did, because it is every bit as awesome as I thought it would be.
- Best Day Ever - Part Two is tomorrow. Last Thursday was meant to be the best day ever but the lack of tattoo meant that the bestness was forced to carry over onto this Thursday. WIN!! (Though the Polyphonic Spree did quite an awesome job of providing a lot of best-ness) After I am a good granddaughter and drive D’Nanny to an eye doctor appointment (the least I can do, considering the phat cash she gave me) I will collect Jac, SusieQ and Tex from uni and high tail it to the tattoo shop. I insisted last week after he gave us the brush off that we will be leaving this week with a tattoo so hopefully it’s a goer this time. This week I’m going to bus back into uni so I can partake in drunken hijinx…it may be hijinx that no one else partakes in, so slightly boring, but I am painfully overdue to drink too much and believe that I am incredibly funny, interesting and charming. Plus, I get to see Tex again, which is incredibly exciting because she thought I was all those things when I was sober last week, so imagine how impressive I’ll be when I’m thinking it too!!
