Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

I got the best email ever yesterday.

Well it wasn’t the "Congratulations, you’ve won a prize home" email, or the "Hooray, Mastercard has agreed to just cancel your debt" email and it wasn’t even the "Yay, You’ve been chosen to be paid to stay at home and be awesome" email, but it was still excellent.

I emailed the prac placement lady to mention that I had worked at the prac placement center once before, and I just wanted to see if that would affect prac. They are adamant you can’t be paid for doing prac, but sometimes it makes a difference if you have ever worked there. It was a long shot considering it was one day, but I thought I’d try it. The dear, dear lady emailed back saying "it would be a good idea if I didn’t go back there". I could feel a weight lift off my shoulders, my wrinkles plumped back out, my ulcers dissolved away and everything was right again. I get another placement so it’s all good. I believe in karma again now, maybe sometimes it just needs a nudge in the right direction.

I got another tan yesterday, it looks less dark but i think it’s just because I’m used to the color now. It’s really even this time, last time my tummy went a bit splotchy but I made a point of sitting up really straight in the car on the way home. So if you saw a girl zipping through the South-side of Brisbane driving with amazing driving posture and golden brown tan, that was me.

Let’s see how much I achieved from yesterday’s tasks:

• finish doing holiday groceries (done, and I bought two extra  bottles of champagne)
• buy Summer school supplies (done)
• spray tan (done)
• pack (mostly done, still need to sort out toiletries, hairdryer)
• wash car (not yet)
• go to post office (done)
• wash and iron some things (done)

Things I still need to do today:

• pack car
• wash car
• paint toenails
• collect CDs to take away
• V-slice some onions for BBQs
• pack all my cold stuff
• make lavash chips
• put all my uni stuff into a folder to take away
• wash my hair
• finish packing
• pick up Bestie and Partner
• deliver us to the coast in one piece
• check in
• start unpacking
• become distracted
• eat rubbish food
• drink champagne
• take some silly pictures
• bitch about people with the girls
• pass out

Obviously some of these might be harder to remember than others.

We are also stopping by a large, fruit based landmark on the way up. WOOHOO!!!! I am going to buy one crappy souvenir from said fruit based landmark, whoever can guess how many photos in total I take over the course of the holiday will win! (I will actually take my camera, so it’s not a trick question) Leave your guesses in the comments.

Have a good one!

I thought my whinge was over, but it seems it’s only just begun.

I downloaded all the crap stuff I’ll need for my intensive study week. For me, intensive study is an oxymoron. Any "study" I partake in could hardly be described as intensive, but I digress. Each day for a week I need to read two to four chapters of the text book, and three to four extra journal articles or book chapters. Then I have to sit in a small room from 9:30 till 4:30 every day with only an hour break. I haven’t worked that hard since high school! It really doesn’t work for me! I was planning to skip all the lectures but if they trap you in the same room all day it won’t be possible. Please kill me now.

I must have printed off about a ream of notes and things this morning, if you are looking for someone to blame for there being less trees, blame QUT. Back in the good old days we were given books of readings for our $1200, these days you get a password and a link to the resources. Uni sucks, I have been going on for years about how if any other business treated it’s customers the same way universities treat their students they would have been out of business so long ago.

I am going to have to do uni readings during my holiday to get ready for next week. If I end up failing this subject some how, I am going to jump off something large and dramatic. Doing a prac subject through my summer holiday is the worst thing ever, it seems fairly easy so I should be right. Provided I stop acting like a sissy about it and just do it, of course.

I am in a really foul mood now. I was planning to make lavash bread chips today, but the packet I bought has gone moldy, my hair looks shitty, I missed Scrubs on the Comedy Channel and it’s hot today. I also have so much to do! I need to finish getting some groceries to go away with, buy some supplies for stupid summer school, get a spray tan, pack, wash my car, go to the post office and wash and iron a few things so I have clothes to wear when I’m away. *tanty*

I’ll be fine in about twenty minutes, please don’t leave any "feel
better" comments cause I will be super again very shortly. Share
something that is making you cheesed today and share in my temporary
cranky party, then we can both feel better. This may be my last post
until Saturday, I’ll probabaly take my laptop cause I will have to keep
up with all this Summer School crap stuff they send me emails about constantly, so you never know your luck!

I got a text from Bestie’s obligation friend today (how did she get my number!). She’s decided to have a party on Saturday to celebrate Bestie and Partner’s return to Brisbane (I don’t know if she realizes they are leaving again). In the text, the phrase "bring your togs, alcohol and your smile!!!" was used. There is really no words for this…

Aren’t all the Google searching people going to be wickedly disappointed? This has nothing to do with the band, sorry!

I am going to call beg the new hairdresser which has opened recently at one the the shopping centers for a haircut today. I really hope they have appointments, my hair is so feral at the moment I just can’t live with it anymore. It got a bit too long to do it’s original style, so I started to flick it up again, now it’s too long and it won’t hold the curls and flicks so it’s sitting flat, but only on the top. It looks rather tragic. I look like I have been living deep in a forest and have been raised by wolves,

They have this special for $49 where you get a wash, cut, moisturizing treatment, blow dry and take home pack of KMS products. It’s only $8 more than I pay at AKA Togninis and I’d easily pay $8 more not to have to bother with catching a bus into the Valley, or driving there are parking. I only wish that business hours were from when I woke up, till when I was finished with the shops for the day. It would normally work out to be about 7am till 3pm. I hate having to wait until 9am, it’s just annoying.

I now have clear proof that Summer Semester is going to be the worst semester of my entire degree. I’ve been placed for prac at the childcare center I worked at that one and only time way back in October. The place that convinced me I hated child care and that prac would have to be better because I wouldn’t be going there, yeah, well I’m going back to that place. I could cry. I found out late last night when I looked at the uni website, and since then have sprouted two ulcers (a clear sign I am packing it).

I am going to try really hard not to have a sook about it. I really don’t want to do this prac, or go back there, but if I go into it convinced I will hate it, it’s going to be bad. Every education student has a prac they don’t like, I’ve been so lucky so far it makes sense I am due for an ordinary one. It’s all OK, I just have to believe that, it’s twenty days, it’s a mere drop in the university time ocean, and and even smaller drip in the life ocean. I will just have to suck it up. At least it won’t be a hard prac, they don’t have to have planned lessons or anything, and hopefully there will be less kids there because it’s school holidays. One can only hope.

Bestie has been treated to the birthday surprise of swimming with dolphins while she is back. It’s a belated birthday present from Bestie’s Dad. Like me, Bestie pretty much loathes dolphins. They are like the horses of the sea – big, gross and too smart for their own good. She has never expressed any interest in having any sort of experience with dolphins, but Bestie’s dad is just way too lovely for his own good. He took her hot air ballooning last time she was here for a surprise so it’s hard to top that I guess. I would have gone with Tapis Rouge at Cirque or maybe breakfast with the tigers at Dreamworld myself, but it’s a story for the Grandkids. Needless to say, she’s not really looking forward to it. I asked if I could come and watch her swim in dolphin wee water but she refused, bitch! (Bestie, if you come back a converted dolphin lover, you are so dumped!)

I’ve been totally hit and miss with 365 lately, I haven’t given up! On Saturday night I remembered when I got home from the party but I was too drunk to get out of bed and fetch my camera, I am going to make an effort to get my photo mojo back though, so don’t stop checking for new uploads.

Bestie is here and everything is right in the world.

Even though I didn’t see her until last night, it was extremely comforting knowing she was in the same state. Last night at the party it really felt like nothing had changed and we hadn’t last seen each other like nine months ago, we just picked up where we left off.

The party was actually really awesome. It was at The Ex’s brother’s house in a dodgy outer suburb of Brisbane, it was certainly and experience to venture quite that far out, but it was worth it. After telling The Ex he can’t ignore me anymore because it’s rude and we have known each other much to long for him to have nothing to talk to me about, he spoke to me like we hadn’t ignored each other for a few months and was actually a perfect gentleman. I almost died of shock. Little A behaved herself so A didn’t have to rush home early and was able to hang around late for a change. I mixed wine, champagne and vodka and woke up this morning feeling fabulous and not the least bit hungover, despite the fact I was rather drunk last night (in hindsight) and discovered my new favorite drink (vodka and coke). I also made my button top and wore it last night. I made it a little bit different than planned but I liked the way it turned out, and so did lots of other people. I’ll post some pictures on Flickr later. Bestie also gave me an awesome birthday present, despite having already sent me flowers on the day, I am very lucky!

One of Bestie’s obligation friends came as well. You know, one of those people you have nothing in common with anyone but you’ve been friends for such a long time you continue the friendship out of obligation? This girl is pretty immature and self absorbed, Bestie is fairly certain she isn’t aware that she actually lives across the country now, despite the fact she’s been told numerous times and has been gone for a couple of years now. The last time I saw her was say five years ago, and she hasn’t changed a bit. She’s exactly the same as she was when she was sixteen. She is one of those girls who needs to act helpless and have an audience of male attention to feel comfortable with herself. Most girls go through those moments when we are young and silly, but I feel bad that she hasn’t worked out how gain a boy’s attention in more effective (and dignified) ways. When we left, she had chosen to stay at the party and was busy sharing…"moments" let say, with the host of the party. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

I’m so excited about going away, Bestie and partner can come for the whole time!! A has been saying all week how it’s going to be our schoolies week (despite the fact we are all more than six years graduated, EEE, how scary!) it’s going to be fantastically awesome. Expect lots of random pictures, and photos of Bestie (if she’ll agree for me to post them). A actually yesterday how yummy the food on Friday was and how much she wants the recipe, I’m so proud!! I am kind of used to people liking what I make jewelery and clothes wise but for someone to appreciate my cooking is incredibly exciting. Bestie also said she is proud of me for cooking

I am SO thankful I am not hungover today, I was totally asking for it by mixing so much and drinking no water, but I’m not. Yay! I am also very thankful that it is stone fruit season, my favorite!!

As some of you may know, the delightful Ms Pen will be gracing Brisbane with her lovely presence in mid December.

It has been proposed that the Brisbane based nerds bloggers  gather for drinks (to ease to social awkwardness) and dinner (cause nerds bloggers still have to eat) on the 16th December . We have tentatively suggested the Plough Inn at Southbank to be the venue for said festivities. I have looked at the menu and it seems to cater for our vegan/veggo friends, but if a better place is suggested I don’t have a worry, just so long as Deb/Enny can find something to eat from the menu.

The markets are said to finish around 5pm on Saturdays so if anyone is interested in coming in earlier for a look around that’s cool, but drinks are proposed to begin about 5pm (also at The Plough Inn, it’s fairly easy to find, and a pub so it’s really built for drinking) with dinner sometime after that.

If dinner is scratched and replaced with more drinks and snacks that’s alright too. Let me know if you’d like to come, and if you are happy with the current arrangements or if you’d like to propose alternatives. You can leave a comment or email me if you are feeling shy. Please let me know sooner rather than later so I can make a reservation.

So to recap:

Where: Southbank – The Plough Inn
When: 16th December from 5pm for drinks
Why: Enny will be here
Who: Any Brisbane bloggers (if you actually "know" of some of the other Bris bloggers, it might be a touch less awkward for everyone)

## EDIT: I am a dorkface, the real date is the 16th Dec. Apologies to all!

I chickened out and I had a shower about eight last night. The water ran so dark it looked like I had been rolling around in orange dust. I didn’t use any soap or shower gel cause the lady told me not to, but I just had to wash my face and gave it a bit of a rub with a face washer. The color was much more normal (thank God!), and I used another tanner to touch up a couple of light bits (mostly from where my bra has rubbed off some of the color).

I had another shower this morning, and none of the color came off, and it looks pretty good. It’s rather funny to see the bits I didn’t get sprayed, I never realized exactly how bright white my skin was. I still think the whites of my eyes and my teeth look really bright, and my lips look really pink. I put some pictures up on Flickr for those of you who want to suss it out.

I think I will go back next Tuesday too. It’s only meant to last 7 – 10 days, so if I get one next Tuesday it will be a good top up before I go away. I really want the bit on my chest touched up, and my tummy looks a little bit uneven. It’s not really very obvious, but I just want an even tan. I read that you aren’t suppose to wear a bra for a few hours after so the tan can set, but I’m not going without on, I’ll just have to find a gentler way to go about putting it on.

D’Jen’s tips for a good spray tan:

• Scrub yourself hard before you go. I did a mean exfoliation twice before I go sprayed, and the color is very even and non splotchy. Get one of those puff things and go to town, it makes you feel silky and you’ll tan well.
• Put the barrier cream over your palms, also put a light coat over the backs of your hands, your feet, elbows and knees. She didn’t tell me to do it, but I did and my hands and feet turned out the best they ever have and I don’t have orange elbows or knees.
• The reckon you shouldn’t shower for six to eight hours after wards, but I think you can get away with four hours. It turned out fine for me.
• Wipe your lips with a baby wipe after wards. I’m so glad I did this and didn’t let them turn brown. They look super pink, but it’s better than having a puckered looking brown mouth.
• Take out your earrings. She didn’t tell me and I forgot so my pearls got sprayed. Thankfully they didn’t get wrecked, but better to be safe than sorry.
• DON’T do it the day before a special occasion, give it two days. It give you enough time to get another if it turns out bad, or scrub it all off while you sit in the shower and cry.
• Maybe even get a trial tan a week or so before to check the one you are planning to use is what you are after, not all tans are created equal.

I am so not bothering to do it myself anymore. The money I have spent trying every different DIY product on the market, I could afford a year’s supply of spray tan. You don’t have to clean up, or worry about orange palms. I would also never go back to the box tan, it’s not very fun to stand in a small box and be sprayed in every different direction with cold, smelly solution. It’s also hard to contort into all the position so you get a good coverage in the short time they spray the jets.

I am also having a major personal style dilemma. I have almost always had a "style" and I don’t anymore. In high school I was a bit of a girly girl, I had lots of beautiful dresses and wore lots of skirts and other pretty things. After that I got a little bit "alternative" I guess, with engineered denim, cute tshirts and docs, then lots of jeans and polos but since then I’ve sort of started drifting. I don’t know whether to give up trying to be a bit unique and cool cause I’m getting too old, and just start wearing normal adult clothes. I have a fair split between cool clothes and normal clothes. I have awesome Melissa jellies, my awesome sunnies, cool Threadless shirts and (most recently) some cool black jeans and that sort of thing, but I also have Ralph Lauren Polos, Jacqui E, Kmart and Sussan clothes and Colorado shoes, really "normal" person clothes. I think I need a stylist or something. 

I can dress anyone and make them look cool, but I just can’t do it for myself right now. I think it’s harder to do it to myself because I go from "Hmm, you’re not so bad" or "OMG, you should be chased from public view with burning torches" so it’s hard to get an accurate idea of who I am.

There is no point in dressing in the clothes I like because I adore a lot of clothes, and I can appreciate the style and design of clothes that I don’t really want to wear. And there are lots of clothes I’d like to wear, but don’t necessarily suit me. Do anyone have any ideas? It’s not so much buying new clothes, but just knowing how to structure my wardrobe so I like all of the clothes I’m wearing and wearing all the clothes I like.

Well, just for something different I did something I said I’d do. I got a spray tan.

I was rather dreading having to wear my undies and stand in front of a stranger while getting misted with cold fake tan, but it was alright. I am VERY dark. My face in particular is very dark. When I hopped out of the little tent and looked in the mirror, I almost recoiled after seeing my face. Then she said "Don’t worry, it will get darker", and left the room. My arms look fairly normal, my legs and body look very normal (cause I’m so pale to begin with), but my face is very dark. I think it’s because she asked me to sort of lean forward when she did my face and decolletage and she didn’t move back when she sprayed so it came out darker.

I resisted the urge to jump in the shower and decided it just let it develop and see how it turns out. I have noticed having a dark face makes my teeth look super white, so it has it’s benefits. I’m going to have a shower around 9 tonight and rinse it off to see what’s left underneath. I hope the built in bronzer is actually darker than the tan, I would like to be a touch lighter than I am now. I’d definitely go back, the girl was really nice and it was only $20. Don’t panic, I will take and upload pictures.

Three more sleeps until Bestie comes. I just cannot wait to see her again, I’m really glad I have the other girls now though. It’s so much better to have girlfriends who live in the same state, as awesome as email is, it’s not quite the same as a chat face to face. Bestie is Bestie for a reason though, so her title is still safe!

This morning D’Mummy, her friend and I had coffee at Portside this morning. I never really knew it existed, although it’s only fairly new. We had coffee and pastries from Cream Patisserie Boulangeria, I ordered a mini white chocolate mudcake and a Belgian chocolate milkshake. I’m not sure why I picked these things, flavored milk makes me sick and I don’t like mudcake. I ate about a third of the mudcake and drank half the milkshake before I felt like I wanted to die. It was really nice stuff, and I just LOVE sweet food, but mudcake and milkshakes kill me. Everyone has their kryptonite, I guess.

They had a shop called The Nut Market. My new favorite place ever! I bought some veggie chips, proper ones like slices of carrot and pumpkin and things cooked and seasoned. They also had BBQ flavored toasted corn, all in all, an awesome shop. I also got some tea from tlicious, limonello is so beautiful!

After that D’Mummy and I saw Jackass 2. It was brilliant, I love Jackass so very much. I am probably their least likely fan, second only to D’Mummy, but I think it’s hilarious. The movie was awesome, and anyone who appreciates watching boys hurt themselves and others should see it immediately. I laughed for an hour and a half, I love laughing it’s one of my favorite things. I was never one for Bam Margera, but he looked pretty good in the movie but I think Chris Pontius is still my pick.

In other exciting news, I went to Kmart to spend a gift voucher. I decided to buy some undies. I love buying underwear, but I tend to buy undies I like the look of, but aren’t necessarily nice to wear. So I have tonnes, but wear about five pairs on high rotation. I saw some nice, boring, comfy undies and they were $13 for a three pack. I thought it was alright, but on closer inspection they had been marked to $6. Awesome! I took three, three-packs. Clearly I have reached new lows to discuss my choice of undies, but cheap stuff is awesome, regardless of what it is!

I think my mojo is coming back. Although my paragraph about new undies might not indicate it. By tomorrow I should be back in full swing!

Dear Brisbane Weather,

What are you doing?

Take a moment, if you will, a look at your desk calendar. You’ll notice it’s November. November isn’t windy, it’s starting to get hot and humid and it is not unusual to have a thunderstorm a few times this month, but not wind like this. This wind is meant for August, more specifically, Ekka time.

I realize you forgot this year, it was a decided still August. It’s alright though, everyone forgets things sometimes, no one really minded. Trotting out the August wind three months late though is like celebrating a birthday three months late, it’s just kind of awkward for everyone and probably best left forgotten for the year.

I really think you should just knock it off and try again next year, everyone expects August wind, so no one will really mind. This sort of wind really makes my hair go feral too, I’m in dire need of a cut and I really don’t appreciate you making things worse.

So remember, just stop now and we can still be friends.

D’Jen

P.S Bloggers, I am taking my picture down, you know where to find them but I am going for a touch of anonymity again before M’Designs goes public. I’ll probably put a pic up on the M’Designs site though, so if you need a reminder of me, look there.

I found this article on the Vogue Forums. I like those forums very much but they are an explosive fuel for my urge to buy so I have not been frequenting them very regularly, but I happened across this article when I was browsing just now.

It’s from "the Age" by Sam de Brito. I wouldn’t really consider myself a princess, I am fairly girly girly and can tend to be a bit…bossy with boys, but not in a nasty way, just in a way that is in their best interests. Read on…

**Article starts here**

How to spot a princess

I was sitting in traffic a while ago, gawking at one of those
billboards for the Spring race carnival featuring some very edible
honey in a frilly hat and the slogan "Princesses Welcome."

It got me thinking; ‘if the races is full of princesses, will that make
blokes want to go or give them a swerve completely?’ We all
know princesses, and really, isn’t it just a politically correct term
for a woman who’s a high-maintenance, pain in the arse?

I had a girlfriend a few years ago who was so far up the Canadian royal
family tree, I got maple splinters every time she got in bed. I don’t
have to tell you it ended in tears. Hers.

Anyway, I thought if blokes could pick the warning signs of the
Princess Syndrome early, it might just save some heartbreak. I’ve put
together the following guide for you, my brothers …

Once upon a time
As a rule, royalty doesn’t drink anywhere that has a whiff of vomit in
the carpet or where punters are screaming "Double it! Go the Black!" at
the pokies.
Princess accredited venues sport asylum chrome, Norman and Quaine furniture and a bartender whose name is a verb. Like Kick.
(That’s true, I’ve been the to Victory Hotel once ever, it smells gross so I refuse to go back, this rule applies to most RSL, sports club and many public bars.)

Princesses do not drink beer. It’s "unfeminine" and they "don’t like
the taste." That’s fine, except you’ll be springing for caprioscas at
$14 a throw because her ladyship never pays.
(No, beer is the grossest stuff ever, I think it’s a bit unladylike to drink beer and I hate the taste, I do tend to drink $12 cocktails)

They also count how many beers you’ve had — either on the town or at
home. Guaranteed, after your third or fourth, you’ll hear something
along the lines of, "are you having ANOTHER one?"
(I’ve done this before, but only when I have been promised "I’ll be sensible tonight")

My kingdom for a horse
Princesses like to be chauffeured. If you knock off work before a
princess and feel like catching a quick wave, forget it. The princess
expects you’ll be waiting outside her office in a late model car with
the passenger door open and Donovan Frankenreiter burbling on the
stereo.
(I wouldn’t expect someone to do it for me, but it’s up there as one of the loveliest thing ever. And I really like Donovan Frankenreiter, and would die for a boy who knows who he is)

Like certain trade unions, princesses won’t work in the rain. If it
starts to spit, you’ll have to fetch the car so she won’t ruin her blow
dry. And keep your air-con gassed up, because you can’t roll down the
window for fear of jumbling the highborn hair.
(I do dislike getting wet and would much prefer the car to be brought to me but I’ve never had success in demanding this. I don’t mind the windows down but I have quite short hair)

Belle of the ball
Sound familiar? You get a last minute invite, but her majesty can’t get dressed in less than an hour, so she refuses to go.
(I used to do this all the time, I hate being told last minute, I need time to prepare! The Ex was also a fan of springing something on me when I’d have packed my stuff to go to his house for the weekend, so I wouldn’t have the right clothes packed)

Princesses are never ready when you arrive to pick them up and once
you’re out, spend more time in the brasco checking their make-up than
at the dinner table.
If you’re out with other people, they’ll undoubtedly be her friends.
Princesses don’t like your mates, unless they’re worth flirting with.
(I’m always ready on time, it’s part of my no lateness tolerance. I don’t really check make up when I’m out, mostly because I don’t wear that much, I will touch up lip gloss though. I prefer to go out with my friends but I make an effort to like his friends, they are the key)

Be warned, the friend the princess criticises the most is the one she’s
attracted to and will doink as revenge when you break up.
Princesses’ nostrils also flare when you make any flattering reference
about other females. The charm you used to win her now becomes a
constant concern if you’re making strange women laugh.
(I’m a very unjealous person so the other girl stuff isn’t too much of an issue, but I guess overt stuff I’d be offended by, I don’t agree with "doinking" anyone in revenge, that’s a bit skanky)

"Can we go now?" will suddenly replace "it’s too smoky in here" as the most uttered phrase of the night.
(Guilty, but I try to last a long time, I get tired…)

We are not amused
Things that really **** a princess off:
*Princesses get filthy if you don’t call at acceptable daily intervals "just to say hi".
(Just a text would be OK, I don’t really like phone calls)
*They hate it if you switch your phone off to avoid them.
(That’s just rude.)
*Hard rock and rap music are a no-no. Indie rock is iffy.
(Not one for hard rock or gangsta rap, but I don’t mind most music)
*Princesses genuinely laugh if you suggest they might actually enjoy going to the footy.
(True, I couldn’t know less about football, or most sports for that matter)
*Any public convenience. I know one who uses tissues to touch ATM buttons.
(I try and avoid public toilets, especially in the city, but I can touch ATM buttons and public phones in a pinch)
*The beach. Never, ever spring a quick swim on them. There’s a
multitude of obstacles, from her not having waxed, to getting the hair
wet, and the unacceptable water temperature.
(So true, but I’ve told you all this before, I just dislike getting wet or dirty)

Empress’s new clothes
The princess creed is thus: "what’s mine is mine, what’s yours is
mine." The princess may earn as much as you but still expects you’ll
pay for dinner and weekends away.
(I’d expect it, but I could handle going dutch)
When she shops for herself, she’ll also get you to pay for items
because "I just want to look good for you." When she shops for you,
it’s to make sure your outfits won’t embarrass her.
(I wouldn’t expect anyone to pay for my stuff, though I wouldn’t really fight it. I do like shopping for boys though, especially ones who don’t really have a clue)
Princesses expect you to drop enough on birthday gifts to make her
girlfriends jealous. Any expensive gift that has a spin-off for you
(like a holiday to Bali) is not considered a real gift because "that
trip was for you, too."
(Holidays make excellent gifts, but I would expect a boyfriend to out do girlfriend presents)

The Crown Jewels
Princesses will decide when and where you have sex. They require all
suitors to shower before the act and insist you change your bedsheets
before the patrician personage gets horizontal.
Farting in bed? Well, we all know how that ends.
(I decline to comment on the grounds I may incriminate myself)

The Coronation
If I’ve sounded a little harsh in my description of the imperial gal,
may I temper it by saying that it’s only because I’ve been down this
road enough times to know what’s involved.
The truth is, if princesses weren’t such hard work they wouldn’t be worth chasing.

This type of woman may have her faults but she also has her dreams,
expectations and standards. She’s often very bright, ambitious and
knows what she wants. (That’s what I think, too!!)

On a superficial level she’s more than likely gorgeous, smells damn
fine and somehow seems to make the sun shine brighter when you’re on
her arm.  Deep down, I think men are actually quite flattered when a princess chooses them because … doesn’t that make you a prince? (Well, gorgeous might be a stretch but I do smell good and can make the sun shine brighter, if I do say so myself)

**End**

I do suppose I am quite a lot of work (which explain why I was too much trouble for The Ex) but I really do think that I have benefits which make me worth the effort. Maybe that makes me a princess? I really don’t think a lot of those expectations are really that big an ask, thoughts anyone?

I was armed with a bit of birthday generosity over the weekend so I went and bought some stuff at Kmart (my new favorite shop), they had a buy one get 50% the other sale on, so I picked some stuff and and bought it but it worked out to be more than I wanted to spend, but I still wanted it all so I just bought it. I was kind of cranky about spending more than I planned  but I got two pairs of short pants and three tops. I sort of needed new clothes, I don’t have very many summer-y things and it’s starting to get so hot recently. Never mind, at least I’m a fairly well dressed poor person

Last night I thought about it, and I really have no reason to be sooking. I am alive, physically able, sheltered and fed by people who love me, I have excellent friends and I am to pursue a tertiary education (and pursue, and pursue some more) so the fact I don’t have spare cash to buy random stuff I don’t really need in the first place is a pretty stupid thing to be sad about. If I was living in a box, with no one to help me out and I was poor then maybe I could start sooking.

I have been busting to talk to the girls about Saturday, A left early-ish so I still have to fill her in on the latest Textgirl dilemmas and we all need to bitch about The Ex and his friends a bit more. I have just been in agony waiting for Tuesday night so we can talk again but A texted me last night because she’s ready to scream with all the troubles she has with her FIL. It was Little A’s Christening yesterday and they had a BBQ afterward so there is lots of stories to be vented about. We decided to hold an emergency PM (Poor Man’s) sandwich meeting today so we can talk.

I never realized how much I missed having girls to talk to. I’ve been without Bestie for about two years now, and for quite a while I didn’t have any super close friends (aside from The Ex) to talk to. I email Bestie very often, but there is nothing quite as good as a fact to face chat. I know Textgirl is only able to survive up here because of us, she comes from a really big family and has lots of friends on the coast but doesn’t know that many people up here who aren’t direct friends of her partner so every time we get together she just talks and talks because it’s her only girl time with people who are truly interested in what she’s saying and A enjoys having someone to talk to who is capable of adult conversation, so we all seem to fill each other’s void very nicely.

I couldn’t sleep last night (see above) so I got sucked in to watching some show on the ABC. It was about this couple who are getting married, and they kept extending their budget little bit by little bit but their parents could not afford to contribute that much. In the end her fiancee pretty much dumped her and said "it’s just becoming too much, I can’t do this anymore". Then her grandma died, and her Mum and Step dad were in the process of breaking up too, but at her Grandma’s funeral her and her fiancee reconciled and they decided to have a small wedding after all. It sounds really tedious but the acting was really good, I actually thought it might have been a doco for the first bit, until I realized it had too many Aussie actors.

Their wedding budget blew out to $38,000. I couldn’t ever imagine spending that much on a wedding, I’d much rather travel with it. My plan has always been to have a small wedding and a cocktail reception afterward. I couldn’t stand to have a big, center of attention type wedding, it’s just not me. A told me her wedding was around $8,000 I think, and it was the loveliest wedding. There was good food, lots of champagne but it was nice because it wasn’t a huge, big, formal type thing. I think I’m safe from having to worry too much about weddings for a good while yet though, although I did say I’d plan Bestie’s for her…

I took this week off working (it was before I realized that I had become super poor, too late to whinge now) but I am using it to catch up on stuff I haven’t had time to do recently. Uni holidays normally means three months of being able to bum around at home and sleep in so I don’t want to feel guilty about taking only one week off. Uni starts again on the 4th December so I’m entitled to a small break, I feel.

Oh, and finally, I have a scab grab for you all. I buy old slips from Vinnies and tie dye them, they are popular at the markets at Byron but I couldn’t find where to buy them up here so I make my own to sell.

I have one that won’t be good for eBay. It looks as if it was unpicked around the bottom part so it has a couple of lines of little unpicking marks and a few
tiny holes. It’s totally wearable and I very much doubt the holes will get bigger because of the material but I know it won’t sell on eBay so I might as well spread some good karma and give it away. It’s tagged as an 18, but because it’s so old it’s probabaly more like a 14-16. You can wear it as a nightie (my pick) or just around the house or even over togs. It’s 100% nylon so it feels nice and slippery. It’s sort of a dusty pink color with golden yellow splashes and a lacey bit across the bust. If you think you’d like it, email me with your address, the first person to email me gets it (the email link is on the left side). I promise not to sell your addresses or do anything else creepy with them.