Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

What is it with Friday afternoons? I could so go a Nanna nap right now. I have tried to eat better this week and have taken vitamins and I feel back to peachy again, I am just freaking tired now, Friday’s always require me to think much more than every other day of the week, so I guess my brain is just tired.

I’m so glad for the weekend, but also not glad because I have an assignment I really need to do, it’s due on Wednesday, but if I hand it in on Monday I won’t have to go into uni unnecessarily during the week, therefore enabling me to have two weeks off uni instead of one. Yes, I know, student life is tough!

So you might be wondering about the title. Yes, it’s a rubbish title, but that’s not the point. I was in Vinnies today after uni buying blankets for our cats to sleep on (so spoiled they cannot use last years blankets because they are too dirty and furry, we must buy new ones, not my idea, speak to D’Mummy). I love op shops like nothing else so I was picky around as per usual. I found a fantastic tiny side table, with that awesome, flecky laminate type top, but it was $20 which is way to steep for my tiny budget. I then stumbled across a little stool with a little thing that sits underneath the stool which folds out to become a step ladder, it’s extremely filthy pale green vinyl and painted, un shiny,gold metal.It’s also covered in dust and cobwebs but there was no price on it so I decided to ask, A fabulous man wearing large hoop earrings who was trying on the old sunnies from the rack when I approached the counter said I could have it for $6, so i decided to make it mine. I threw it placed it gently in the back of the D’Mobile and took it home, it’s very ugly right now, I want to dust it off and attempt to clean to vinyl and then I’ll photograph it for your viewing pleasure. I would ultimately like to strip it, re upholster it and repaint it, hence the reno part of the title. I have to find a fabric which is cool enough to cover it with, I don’t think I’d ever be brave enough to use a stool/step ladder I plan on taking apart and re assembling, so I won’t bother using a heavy duty fabric next time. Though when I think about it, I plan to sit it on once I’ve put it back together, so really using it as a ladder is going to involve putting an equal amount of weight on it, and it’s only like 70cm tall, so not a massive fall if it was going to take a spill? It meets so many criteria on the D’Jen Scale of Coolness. It’s tiny, it’s a cool color (underneath the grime), it’s multifunctional, it’s old, it’s fairly weird and just has a really cool vibe. Oh yes, even inanimate objects need to have a good vibe about them. House buying is going to be a challenge for me – Bestie’s house has one of the best vibes I have ever felt in a house, and it has so many cool features it’s pretty much at the top of my Scale of Coolness.

One day I think I will define all the words I use regularly, and outline my Scale of Coolness and some of the other stuff that only I seem to do or think, just for sake of everyone (or just Deb?)

I had the scariest dream ever this morning, it was so realistic in every sense, I really hope it’s not prophetic, or I will cry (well, I won’t because I will be dead, but it will be sad nonetheless). It’s pretty long and rather deep and it’s really not a very nice dream so if you are easily upset, don’t read it.

**This is all dream**

To start off with, I made a cake. It was a loaf style cake and I baked it in a red, silicone loaf mould. I put in the oven but I forgot to put the dates in it, so I had to pull it out of the oven and add the dates, then I realized I forgot to add the chocolate sauce stuff, so I had to pull it out and add that as well.

After I’d done that, The Ex invited me to to over to this house with some other boys I knew years ago. I felt unsure about going but I figured that I would go and visit so I drove over to the house and parked in the driveway. I got out the car and started walking up the front steps (this house belongs to other friends of mine, but in my dream I believe The Ex and these other boys lived there). They all started to make sort of nasty jokes about me so I said "Actually, I’m going to go, sorry, I just can’t do this" so I got in my car, The Ex came back and stood next to my car and I thought he was going to try and talk to me, so I waited a bit, then he walked away so I left. I saw some sort of market day at an oval near this house (which is another real life detail) so I thought that I might go and have a look since I was in the area.

(It kind of gets unrealistic after this point, I still knew where I was and who everyone was, but it wasn’t like things were in real life) I parked on the field and I went to have a look at the stalls. I bumped into a lady I know from uni (we’ll call her Jane) and we were walking around doing the market thing. I noticed The Ex and one of the boys (he can be Tim) were there as well, I didn’t want to talk to them so I was just making a point of staying out of there way.After a while I realized that the boys were getting really mad that I was avoiding them, at one point Tim tried to grab me and take me away but I managed to get away from him.

I remembered I had the cake to collect (which had some how traveled from my house to this building at the market place), so I told Jane I had to go and get it. I went inside and went to the kitchen and looked in the oven, and an Asian guy appeared and said "Where you looking for this?" and gave me my loaf cake that was already baked and put into a paper tray and wrapped in cellophane. I didn’t have the mould it was baked in, but because I was getting scared because of the boys I thought I’d just leave it. I wanted to leave the building, but for some reason it was locked down and I couldn’t get out (I think it had something to do with the boys trying to catch me). I found a window and yelled out to Jane who was outside that I was going to jump out, a moat had appeared so I had to throw the cake to her first, then jump from the window across the moat.

I knew the boys wanted to hurt me so I tried to get back to my car so Jane and I could go but there was a concert happening near the car park and her son was there. I didn’t want to go there but Jane had to get her son so I was waiting at the market place near a street corner with lots of signs. I was standing in the gutter behind these signs and I saw the boys walking past with Tim closest to me. I remember thinking how scared I saw but I didn’t want to run in case they hadn’t noticed me. As Tim walked in front of me (in front of the signs) I saw he had a gun. I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do, in my mind I was begging him not to shoot me but I wasn’t saying anything out loud. He lifted the gun up as he walked past (without looking at me) and shot me almost point blank in the head through the street signs I was hiding behind. I remember feeling the bullet hit in the forehead, then falling backwards but feeling nothing and lying in the gutter as I died. No one knew what had happened because Tim had walked past so calmly and done it from the other side of the signs, no one noticed him. No one really noticed me until I was lying in the street, dead.

**And I woke up here**

This has freaked me out, rather badly, for a number of reasons:

• I got shot and die, that’s never a good thing.
• Tim owns guns in real life, and is the sort of person that would be able to shoot someone else.
• The house they lived in is so real.
• The house is actually right near a field.
• Jane really does have a son.
• I would actually leave the house like I did at the start.
• I knew he was going to kill me, the fear was incredibly real.
• The feeling of helplessness while I lay dying was just disturbing to the core.

On the other hand:

• It was just a dream.
• I would never go alone to a house full of those boys.
• I have not seen Tim in like five or more years.
• I would never go and visit The Ex.
• If someone did try and grab me and hurt me I would leave that place, and would probably go to the Police if I was scared for my overall safety.
• I have no reason to believe The Ex or Tim would want to kill me.

It was just so scary. I have some seriously messed up dreams on a fairly regular basis but they are normally quite obviously just dreams, so while they are scary and graphic, they don’t mean anything when I wake up. I’ve only had one similarly realistic dream in which I was stabbed in a main street one night when no one was around and I died. I never die in my scary dreams, I just see other people who are dying or have died, and I never know who they are.

Let’s see what dream dictionary says:

Shooting: To dream that someone is shooting you with a gun, suggests that you are experiencing some confrontation in your waking life. You may feel victimized in some situation.

Die:
To dream that you die in your dream, symbolizes inner changes,
transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is
happening within you or in your life. Although such a dreams may bring
about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm and is
often considered a positive symbol. Dreams of experiencing your own
death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving
on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind. These changes does
not necessarily imply a negative turn of events. Metaphorically, dying
can be seen as an end or a termination to your old ways and habits. So,
dying does not always mean a physical death, but an ending of something.

Murder:
To dream that you are murdered, suggests that some important and
significant relationship has been severed and you are trying to
disconnect yourself from your emotions. It also represents your unused
talents.

Baking:
To dream that you are baking, represents your creative self and you
ability to make things happen. If you are mixing� ingredients together
that you normally would not combine, then it suggests that you need to
find a connection between two seemingly different things. Perhaps these
things that seem incompatible may yield surprising but positive results.

Moat: To see a moat in your dream, suggests that you have put up an emotional
wall around you. You are shutting others out and trying to block out
the hurt?

Market:
To dream that you are in a market, represents some emotional of
physical need that you are currently lacking in your life. You may be
in need of nurturance and some fulfillment.

Hiding:
To dream that you are hiding, suggests that you are keeping some secret
or withholding some information. You may not be facing up to a
situation or not want to deal with an issue. However, you may be
getting ready to reveal and confess before somebody finds out.

Fear:
To dream that you feel fear, signifies that you achievements will not
be as successful as you had anticipated. You are having anxieties in
certain circumstances of your life.

Car:
To see a parked car in your dream, suggests that you need to turn your
efforts and energies elsewhere. You may be needlessly spending your
energy in a fruitless endeavor. Alternatively, a parked car my
symbolize your need to stop and enjoy life. To dream that you cannot
find where you parked your car, suggests that you do not know where you
want to go in life�

I don’t know if I really buy any of that? I have no secrets purely because I am boring and whenever I do get secrets I can’t bare not to tell at least Bestie, if not all of you. I have no real confrontation about anything, I have no realtionships that I feel I have to "put up walls" or any of that stuff about. Physical needs, maybe? It’ll be a year very soon of completely no love related action from any boys, including so much as hugs and holding hands, so I would very much settle for a really good boy hug at the moment.

As for all this inner change business, I have kind of felt a bit different lately in terms of just inner peace. The past year has probably been my best year ever, even considering all the drama of this time last year. I am probably the happiest I’ve ever been, I have lots of friends who I really like and they seem to really like me (or do an amazing job of acting like it), and just general well being is very good. Maybe I’ve finally sorted myself out? As for all this creativity and success stuff, I don’t have any long term plans at the moment, and I can live with that. I will graduate and most likely go to London with Bestie and that’s pretty much my plan for the moment. AS fro creativity, I have no firm plans for that either, I am just going to create and put it all out there and whatever happens, happens. Previously this unstructured approach would cause me to hold my knees and rock while questioning the unknown but I have learned to embrace the whole "life" thing, and to just go with the flow.

I told you it was deep, any thoughts? Do you believe dream meanings? Do you think I am just actually going to get shot? Should I stop watching Heroes before I go to sleep? Should I stop playing DS before bed? Is my fear of my theme park going bankrupt disrupting my inner peace?

I do suppose that’s a touch misleading. It’s not so much a home makeover as it is a room make over, and not so much extreme as just moving furniture, but you get my gist.

Seeing as D’Brother has spread his wings and flown the nest, we are left with a spare room. It had a TV and an ironing board, then my desk was set up in there, and my old, skinny cupboard still lived there but it was a bit of a junk room (without too much junk). I decided I should sort it out as my printer lives on the desk and it was getting more and more difficult to find a spare spot on the desk to put my laptop when it came time to print. My mere tidy up went a bit further than planned and I moved some furniture, re arranged all my art farty stuff and generally made it my own space (I even changed the door on my cupboard to open the opposite way, tricky!). I also included an art installation.

My art wall is a mixture of the art postcards you used to be able to get free from little racks on campus, now they are almost always just advertising, there was some really beautiful ones and I’m sad I didn’t collect more when they were still around. If anyone has seen proper art ones lately, please let me know. The other bits are postcards from Bestie, ATCs, mini art and joss paper. None of it is done by me, don’t be impressed!

ATCs are so fantastic, a few years ago I used to participate in an on line art community which involved lots of swapping of ATCs hence my collection (ATCs are never sold, only traded). I used to have loads more but made a cull when I stopped doing art. I’m not really sure why I stopped doing art, I guess it was just one of those things, but I am so excited to get back into it. It’s such a fantastic challenge to produce miniature works of art, especially at the caliber of the artists I was trading with. It’s also really awesome to trade with other people and build up a collection of all this different art. If anyone would like to have a go at trading some, let me know I would love to swap, if you want to know more just email me, it’s seriously so fun, anyone can do it.

** Next month sees my very first Bloggiversary, I’d like to pull up my post count to 365 by 24th April (so it averages out to one each day). By my dodgy calculations that’s 3.333 posts per day until then. I don’t think I have it in me, that’s a whole lot of posting. I can talk rubbish, but I don’t think I can talk that much rubbish.

It’s not so much dot points today, but none of my ideas form any real logical progression, so I can’t really call it a real entry, so all you are left with is this…

I found the ring. It’s imperfectly perfect, the exactly right amount of plain, the perfect thinness and it’s cheap (relatively). I’m not going to wear it the way I planned because I might just have to die if it was to slip off my finger and get lost. Now I have to choose which finger to wear it on, and which hand. I am thinking ring finger on my left hand, I don’t believe in the bad luck about wearing rings on that finger, and my bracelet lives on my right wrist, so a ring on the hand would be too much jewelery for me. I’d like to buy this set one day, they are very beautiful too (and the shipping on that site is so reasonable, normally it’s like $25967 to ship a set of sticker from the US).

I just realized Missy Higgins has totally stolen my hair! P.S Missy, I have been rocking wild and woolly for weeks now, it’s so my thing, cut your hair this second!

Yesterday my Kindy called me to see if I wanted some work next week, so next week I will have two jobs (for two days, anyways). It’s only a few hours, but better than nothing, I don’t want tonnes of hours. Speaking of money, my very first loan repayment came out today. I even checked on line banking to make sure it has all worked properly, seeing how much it has reduced after just one payment makes the idea of my debt so much less scary. I was panicking for a bit because it seemed so large, but to someone working full time it would be almost pocket change, I just have to remember everything in the grand scheme of things.

D’Mummy also told me yesterday Melbs trip is locked and loaded. I shall be gracing you all with my presence from 7th till 10th of June, so if you’d like to catch up, let me know! Deb and Jac are also planning to be down at a similar time, so you get three for the price of one! I hope it’s really cold, properly cold weather is a huge novelty to Queenslanders (… or maybe just me?).

There was no napping yesterday, I am feeling much less like death warmed up so I believe that all my levels are going back to normal. I am still going to buy a good multivitamin though, just to make sure everything stays back to normal.

I will be back with more later.

Woah! Two Dotty McPoints in a week? Someone is lazy! D’Jen = Lazy.

• But not so lazy I am unemployed! I am now officially an origami maker, and EMPLOYED origami maker at that! Turns out my jeans and pink moccasin combination was a winner in terms of getting the job (or it might be the fact I’m good at origami and understood I would be making almost no money after everyone takes their small cut of the profit). Regardless, I am employed for all intents and purposes, yay!

• I have decided to start being crafty again. Having started to do origami again last week (to practice for the job) and making Deb some button flowers has started the creative juices flowing again. I have enough crafty stuff to last the next fifteen years so it’s not hard to pick up again,
  it’s just deciding where to start. I think I’d like to start by making one of the cats to the right, I love faux fur, I used to work with it a lot in high school. My biggest problem is the volume of stuff I produce, I hate making stuff just for me so I make lots and usually end up throwing it away. Bestie has probably reached her fill in terms of how much D’Jen produced stuff she can take and not many other people like handmade stuff anymore. I might give Etsy another go, but I also might not. Isn’t it just so cute?!(I didn’t make that one, it’s just an example)

• I am over my husband jaunt. I think I should probably explain my use of "husband", as I feel some people might not be quite understanding me. Since about Year Eight I have been talking in terms of "husbands", to me this covers all boys to whom I have a passing attraction to those whom I love dearly. For example, lots of people have celebrities they would bed, given the chance, I don’t have any real desire for a random hook up with anyone (famous or not) so I would lump them into being one of my husbands. Husbands can also be someone who I admire, think is funny or smart, or someone who is outstanding in some other way to me. Vince Vaughn, Jack Johnson, Trainer Bob from the Biggest Loser, David Walliams, Xavier Rudd, Greg Brady, Hamish Blake, Zack Braff, my old personal trainer – these are just some examples of people I would call my future husband. When I talk about wanting a husband, I don’t necessarily want to marry them at all, I just want to know them, be friends with them or maybe go out with them. Even though everyone around me is getting married, I still believe that essentially I couldn’t really be bothered to have a wedding any time soon, nor would I just marry someone for the sake of having a husband (in the actual sense). I am slightly concerned that everyone might be thinking I am on a mission to trap any poor suspecting boy and drag him down the isle for the sake of being married and having a husband. Anyways, don’t you people realize how goddamned picky I am?! As if I could find anyone who meets all my criteria that fast anyways!

• Speaking of my old PT, I have dreamt about him these past two nights. I haven’t seen him in roughly two years so it’s exceptionally random that I’d just dream about him? He is also the most unlikely boy I would ever fall for and I still don’t understand why I did. Stockholm Syndrome, I reckon. He was an exceptionally tough trainer.

• I am going to do some uni work this morning for the assessment I have due on Friday (let’s not mention that fact I have to write less than 100 words for this assignment). I have decided that I am going to try and cram all the stuff that requires actual mental focus in before about midday. Yesterday I fell asleep, without meaning to, at 4pm and woke up 45 minutes later drooling on myself. (Another reason I will not be finding a husband [in any sense of the word] anytime soon).

• I decided if I am still feeling entirely useless after this week of taking supplements and trying to eat like I should then I will go and have a blood test. A blood test, people!! Those words alone are enough to make me cry and hyperventilate, but now because I feel guilty and irresponsible if I ignore feeling bad and just suck it up because all of you will know, I now have to subject myself to a possible injection! Fingers crossed I will be feeling tip top very quickly!

• There are so many things I want at the moment! I am going to make a list  of things I want because who doesn’t love lists, really??

* A Mahalo Uke – The spiffy polish wooden one
* The Bob Evans CD – I fell in love with home flying home from Perth, he will be my husband (see, I don’t ACTUALLY want to marry him, well, I might, but this is the category of husband that I would like to get to know better first, before I decide anything further).
* Long hair
* a ring that will fit on the first second bit of my ring finger (like one section up from where rings normally go). I have fairly thin fingers so finding a ring this size that isn’t a toe ring (the horror of putting a foot related product on my hands make me want to set fire to myself) is the closest thing to impossible, I also don’t want an adjustable one, I just want a very tiny ring, it also has to be the right amount of ‘plain’ and the band must be very thin.
* Good mail - this includes anything that isn’t a piece of paper asking me for money, aside from the companies I need to pay, I won’t give you any money, sorry. I don’t care if you train guide dogs or save rain forests, you’re still getting none.
* A new resin mould and release spray – let just say my last mould was faced with a very cranky D’Jen and a screwdriver as it would not release the resin I’d cast from it’s moulds, the spray will prevent this in future. And I threw the old mould away because I was mad at it, so I need a new one… (I always throw stuff away when it makes me mad).
* A holiday – I don’t care where, I just want to go someplace else for a while
* 6′s this semester – I have no excuse not to get all 6′s this semester, will she do it?!
* Bestie to come back for a visit – It’s always fun
* A Chihuahua – I am back on my ‘dog wanting’ vibe
* Some poi - not the fire ones, they light up ones to start off with
* Poi twirling skillz – I used to know some fire twirlers, O M G, there is no faster way in the entire world to impress me than to twirl fire, I just find it stupidly awesome, so I want to do it so I can be the awesomest person in the universe. Who can’t not be enthralled by fire, especially spinning fire? (Noone)
* Trauma Center or Cooking Mama on DS - Not conducive to 6′s this semester.
* A personal chef – so I can eat properly and not have to expend any energy is doing so.
* Red hair – a new development, I’ve decided I want my red hair back again.

• If I watch "Behind the News" today by choice, yet wanted to die every second during every second we were forced to watch it at primary school, does that make me a sell out? I love news!

• I am feeling terribly…aware this morning already but I’m thinking I want a coffee. This is going to end in tears.

• I am now watching Playschool by choice, do you see what Early childhood has done to me?! They are playing the music from Father of the Bride 2, I might have to cry like a sissy now ;(

I was lying on my bed playing DS just now and I fell asleep…with jeans on, and the lights on, on top of the covers. I am an incredibly picky sleeper normally, I need comfy clothes, very little light and I am pendantic about having covered feet, I can’t sleep with uncovered feet.

I woke up and realised how incredibly strange this is, I’ve had the overwhelming urge to nap at least once a day for the past week. I have had naps each Monday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday for the past two weeks. I normally never nap. I have also been incredibly thirsty, I am drinking atleast three or four liters of water a day and still feel like I am just dying of thirst. I have noticed that I have become paler than normal and irraitable, well, read my past few blogs. I have also had lots of pins and needles and have been really short of breath fairly often (e.g. walking past Baker’s Delight today took my breath away because of the smell of baking bread).

I decided to do some googling and it turns out I am right.

D’Jen = Iron Deficient. I have been anemic a number of times before due to my lady plumbing issues, but it hasn’t happened for years.

But now when I think about it, it’s about three full months of no meat and realatiely few eggs, starting to make sense now, yes? Because I am lazy and a terrible cook I have not been eating any legumes, seeds or nuts, or any of the other things I should be eating to get iron. In fact I have been existing almost solely on Latina fresh pastas, basmati rice, peas, white bread, chocolate and bananas for weeks now because it’s all I feel like eating. I know I should have been, but I just never really got around to it, and I totally didn’t even make the connection that not eating properly is going to make me feel bad. I knew that it would happen if I didn’t eat properly, but it never really occured to me when I started to feel sick.

The really stupid thing is, I have been blaming all of this stuff on myself. I was convinced I was getting incredibly lazy and tired because I was getting "unemployed" and I’d been not working for too long. I noticed I was quite pale relatively quickly but figured I’d been inside too much. Irritable, well I must just a mean person, so maybe it’s just me being horrible. I even think I will be able to do uni stuff now because I will be able to concerntrate again!

I am going to  start eating the way I should and also start taking a decent multivitamin to get my levels iron and B12 up to where they should be. Hooray for feeling back to normal soon!

*Don’t freak out, I wouldn’t normally just diagnose myself using Google and Wikipedia but I have been anemic before and I feel the exact same way as I did back then, I just never thought if it because it’s been so long. I have also been eating in a way that would essentially have me begging for iron deficency so it’s no real surprise. P.S I don’t have needles so don’t suggest blood tests, I’ll be fine

I have my uni  mojo back!! I have assignments due and I actually want to write them, madness!!

I rather like going to uni on Fridays, I have friends in my first class, some girls to have lunch with and then a really fun group of girls in my next class. Because I do subjects out of order, and across year levels I normally have a different group of people in each tute and it’s hard to really make any consistent friends because I only see them once a week, but this time I know some people from previous subjects in my first class, and the second class is three hours long so I’ve gotten to know the girls quite well already. It’s just very exciting, trust me.

I actually bought my DS to uni today, the girl I normally have lunch with was going to be away today and I hate doing uni work while I have lunch, so I played Theme Park. Next week I am going to bring Wild World: Animal Crossing so I can play WiFi and do more in the game since wireless at home is apparently never going to happen again. Yes, I am a total and complete loser, jealous much?

My camera was being rubbish, but I decided to change the batteries as sometimes it doesn’t focus properly when they are getting low. Turns out I am just a twit and should have done that before calling Canon about warranty conditions and stuff, cause now it works fine. I will attempt to capture the aforementioned cowlick in it’s natural state tomorrow morning as it has currently been tamed with the
blowdryer and products this morning and hasn’t bounced back to it’s true form yet. Instead, I’ll show you a picture of the cutest shoes ever, currently modeled my by pasty white feet. Yes, they would be moccasins. Pink, ribbon emblished ones at that. They are so horribly last year, but I am often rather slow to catch on. D’Jen = So uncool she’s super cool.

I have three really tough bruises at the moment, one is actually long and thin  so I think I may have hit myself with the pinata whacking stick and been too tipsy to realize? Unfortunately they are all on my thighs so I am not about to subject anyone to pics of that, just take my word for it, they are all dark purpley green and make me look tough! 

• Firstly, Dudes. You did a really poor job of sending good vibes to Tandoori Toes Deb yesterday! She has to go back for another op next week. Get your acts together and try harder this time, no excuses.

• I went to Bayswiss today, I love it there!! I had to post BP’s mankini and I could hardly send it without a treat for Bestie too. I’m not silly enough to mention it here (she lurks, you know?) but I think it’s cute and hopefully she will like it. I love buying stuff for other people, I am just a committed buyer. Of all Little A’s things, I must have bought at least half, I just can’t help it. If I like you, I will give you stuff, just be gracious and accept it, I won’t stop doing it regardless of how much you protest.

• This is probably not the best point to mention this on, but it’s my blog so tough. I went to the bank to sort out repayments for my student loan. It sucks when free money ceases to be free and starts costing me money. I have a job interview on Saturday  so hopefully I will get that so I can afford to make token repayments. D’Olds have already said they’ll cover me until I become a real person (ie. when I graduate) and it’s not a massive loan, but I’d feel happier knowing I am making a small contribution and not being a total money sponge.

• I have a job interview on a Saturday, at a coffee shop. That’s awesome! Even if I don’t get it, I still get to have a coffee date! I am also wearing jeans, I know it’s a no no, but it’s a Saturday interview, at a coffee shop, for a home based job, so I think dressing "business" will just make me look like a twit or a try hard, or both.

• I am going to go and get all my lady plumbing sorted out soon. I have been sucking it up for say… 10 or 11 years now, so I am finally going to find out what’s actually wrong with me. I am betting on Endometriosis, I have all of the symptoms and have had for as long as I’ve been able to have them. A is betting Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) (I have no symptoms) or Ovarian Cancer (I have a few symptoms). Anyone else care to weigh in? I am also fairly sure I am infertile, I have always just had a feeling, I will be interested to see what the professional opinion of that it too. I’m really rather excited to find out everything in a weird, morbid way.

• I am also going to go and get iridology done soon too. They do it at a health food store right near me and it’s fairly cheap so I’m going to go and find out what my eyes are selling me out about. I have lots of flecks and spots in my iris so I wonder if that means anything? I wonder if they will be able to tell I am a poor, blogging, uni student with a penchant for chocolate and cheese?

• I have developed a massive cowlick on the top left of my head and it’s shitting me to tears. No matter how hard I try and squash all the hair flat (which totally goes against my style, but it’s my only choice) it will spring back up, it doesn’t even lay the same way as the rest of my hairs! One chunk just stands almost on end, in the wrong direction. I see this as my hairs trying to protest about the ever growing length.  D’Jen = Boss of the hairs. I will win.

• I have got to do research for my tute tomorrow, but I bought Theme Park for my DS today (don’t panic, it was gift vouchers, I am not made of money!). Guess which one will win? Guess which one should win?

• Tomorrow is tall skinny soy latte day, excited doesn’t even begin to capture my feelings. I love that it’s finally getting cool enough to have a coffee in the mornings and not just melt. I am also very pleased that proper coffee does not make me a raving lunatic like instant does, I feel the whole of QUT is also glad about this, cause no one wants to deal with that at 8am on Friday.

D’Jen, Out.

Last week I bought a wireless router. When D’Brother vacated Chez Delightful he took his PC and the wireless router, I came home from Perth to discover the Internetz was now going to be via a big black cable running through the house.

So it turns out D’Brother is using my router to stream wireless Internet to his house mates, but according to D’Olds it’s yay for them and tough luck for me, so I had to acquire my own router. I bought one last Wednesday,and tried to set it up to no avail. Being me, I left it in a huff on my bedroom floor and ignored it until today. I tried everything, I even joined and posted on a dork forum to see if anyone could help, but no. So I am going back to Officeworks to stand in the doorway and throw the router back at them, screaming like a banshee return it politely. I would rather eat glass than make contact with The Ex or any of his similarly nerdy friends for help, so I’ll just suck it up. The modem currently lived under my bed (that’s just where the plug was and the cable is not long enough for it to come over from under my bed) so I’m in no rush to pay some computer person to crawl under my bed to try and make the wireless work, I’ll just have a cable like everyone else.

I consider myself a fairly intelligent person (though my blog might not be the best example of this). I can drive a manual car, write university level assignments, sew on a  sewing machine, socialize, fold origami, think abstractly, problem solve, budget, negotiate but anything to do with computers or Internetz is well and truly beyond me. Like so far beyond me, it hurts my brain to consider. It’s a small miracle I can open Typed and blog, really. I have come to the conclusion I must marry someone who has a clue about computers (not even a big clue, just more than I do).

Why can’t things just be EASY?!?

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I actually wrote that blog yesterday when I was feeling particularly verbose. I returned the router (much to the disgust of the Officeworks guy), picked up my pre ordered copy of Borat with bonus mankini! I am going to post it over to BP (he’s a big Borat fan).

I also wen to Woolies to see if I could find anything that would make me want to eat lunch. I despise lunch, it’s at an inconvenient time and the food is boring, I normally have a little breakfast and do a small lunch around 11am then again at 2pm. D’Jen = Nonconformist. I bought some white corn tortillas so I could make a quesadilla for my 11am lunch, it was going to be so good. I grated my Nimbin cheese, spread the tortilla with coriander paste and cooked it in a pan. I used to make them all the time with The Ex and they were always awesome, but today it just tastes like smoke *cries*. I don’t know if it’s my dodgy cooking skillz or if the tortillas are a bit gross, or both, but for whatever reason I’m not eating it.

(It’s also one of my rules that if I stuff up cooking something for a meal, I just can’t make something else, I don’t know why, I just can’t do it. Now I have to find something to eat that doesn’t require cooking, and we have no good fruit left. Boooooo)

** Last, but not least, everyone rush over to Deb and send her good foot healing vibes. I don’t love feet, but injured feet are even grosser, so go and help her get fixed **

Who knew the road to fame would be hard?!

I almost played until my finger’s bled this morning (interestingly though, it was not the Summer of 69, actually the Autumn of 07) and my fingers didn’t actually bleed, they are just red raw and sting real bad. I am going to have to go and strike my finger tips into sacks of grains like ninjas do to get tough fingertips…or I could not.

I have learned lots of chords, and can play an extremely tentative version of "Happy Birthday". I have printed lots of awesome songs with the chords so I will be able to play them one day, I just have to work out how to find the chords quickly and keep strumming, adding any voice is a very secondary concern at the moment.

In a strange but wonderful sign from the heavens, a full rock star dude walked on the footpath in front of my house today holding a electric flying v guitar. I live in a fairly normal, middle class suburb so rock stars (much less guitar carrying ones) are a fairly rare occurrence. He was wearing tight rock star jeans, black sunnies, some electric blue tshirt, black chucks and had a big, black electric guitar. I am taking this as a sign that a career in rockstarary is imminent.

I practiced some finger picking today, and it turns out that hundreds of hours of making jewelery has made me rather dexterous, and I can finger pick very easily. I read that most people have trouble getting each finger to work individually and it’s hard to learn to keep your other fingers out of the way, but I can do it. I love being good at things!

I might try and record (somehow, I have no idea how to get sound onto the Internerd) my cover of "Happy Birthday" sans voice once I am awesome at it, so everyone can enjoy it!!