Socks, stars and other fairy stories. - February 20th 2008
Filed under Uncategorized 9:17 pm || Comments (143)I’ll set the scene.
At the beginning of the year me and my friends, as we do, sat down with the magazines and papers and read our year’s outlook as dictated by the stars. Horoscopes. Not the usual stuff I’m into, I’m too sceptical for anything along those lines, but it’s fun and we laugh and we debate what it might mean.
And i was told, that something on Valentines would “knock my socks off” by one horoscope and that a day of importance was Feb 14 by another.
Which for starters, doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, how can every Aquarian on this plant have just one of those days. That’s like half a billion people. But no, just something about the date you were born has ultimate control over your life and YOU WILL HAVE AN INTERESTING DAY, OKAY BITCH?
And then, my overactive mind started overanalysing this and decided that it applied to just those Aquarians who read that particular horoscope, so that fate once again played it’s part and don’t get me stared on fate, cause I’m just not sure.
Anyway, drifting away from my inner craziness.
And all of a sudden it all became clear and I could predict the exact nature of what would be removing the foot attire so spoken of. But the day went by and nothing happened and I began to worry. Sure it was a cool day, I did some shopping, I adventured on the train, I almost bought very expensive shoes and then saw the light. The usual, especially given my shoe whoring habits.
And then, almost precisely as I predicted, a series of events unfolded.
My socks were knocked off.
I am sockless.
I am lacking socks.
For someone as concerned about footwear as I am, this is a problem.
Do i really have to believe all that bullshit now?
And in addition, to I have to believe the additional bullshit that it is possible for people to have psychic powers because I so clearly posses these fantastical abilities in predicting my own Valentine’s fate?
And what do you think, do you believe in horoscopes?
One Day Closer To Death - February 4th 2008
Filed under Uncategorized 10:44 pm || Comments (170)Current Mood:
Flirtatious & 
Happy
Night terrors of zimmer frames and false teeth.
Oh dear lord, I swear that was a grey hair.
And, of course, my party piece. I can legitimately convince anyone that my birthday is actually a day later than it says on my birth certificate.
I’m that good.
But I’m that ooooooollllllld. I am seventeen.
Sevenbloodyteen.
Seventeen was the age that my father left home and got his driving license [though I suspect, not in that order.] Seventeen was the age that my mother started her first full time job, an area that she still works in today. So to me, it was dooooom.
Haha, I also feel like a failure cause seventeen is the age you can legally have you’re license. And well, I’ve driven a car exactly five times. One of which was an act of political activism, which makes it sound a whole lot cooler than it is. I drive for politics.
I just had a vision of running straight over our Prime Minister in a very large car. With big wheels. Take that TinTin.
Because, of course, I have utmost respect for a man that takes three whole weeks to think of a way to say sorry. He sounds like a petulant child.
[Can I note, that I’m not in anyway opposed to the Australian Government formally apologising to the Aboriginal people, I just think that it’s all getting a bit out of hand, what with all these demands and all the pressure. It’s not ideally the point of an apology, and for me, I just feel it’s all being tainted by a sense of… the degradation of society for the sake of political correctness?]
But on the bright side, I’ve started driving lessons, which makes up one of those five times. And my instructor is okay. I have some funny stories from said experiece, but not for bloggage today.
But alas, my birthday. And most certainly the best in the whole time since I moved to Australia. Haha, nothing will ever top the time when I was eleven and we all went to the nail place to get our nails done for about £3 cause they did children’s parties. And then we all stayed over at my house. And watched that naff S Club 7 TV show until about two in the morning, until such time as we started fighting about who was Tina, and who was Hannah. I was Jo - and I was the birthday girl, so no one would dispute that.
Most of my friends came out for dinner and then we went for ice cream and coffee and made friends with a barista/waiter guy called Mike. We like Mike.
Then we went for more coffee, in the only place in town other than McDonalds that you can get coffee after midnight. It’s quite a drive, but haha, my addiction is so severe it was worth it.
Click here to see a picture of the birthday crew. I’m the one leaning over at the back. Mike is at the right, in the uniform 
Obligatory - January 30th 2008
Filed under Uncategorized 10:27 pm || Comments (99)I fail to have interesting bloggage.
All I do is work, talk to Jen and watch Gilmore Girls. Often, some will occur simultaneously.
Interesting public announcements I have to make:
I have quit MySpace… at least for the time being. I’m one of those people who will turn into a cyber stalker if I had the chance. Less kill your bunnies and eat their eyeballs, more regular checking of the pages of you and all your closest friends. And everyone who comments you. And you mum, if she happens to have MySpace.
The funny thing is, if anyone I know happens to be reading this, the person I was formerly [before I quit and began attending meetings] stalking is not the person you think…
I hate it when.. your computer thinks that some random window is more important than whatever you are doing at the time, and automatically brings it to the top. If you are like me, you are probably typing something elsewhere, and you end up continuing to type in a completely different window. I wish I could convey how annoying it is. And make it funny at the same time.
People with music on their site that automatically plays do not deserve to be online. A thing for which I feel most passionately. I close sites that have music playing that comes on without permission. And do not return. For these sorts of things might I kill your bunnies and eat their eyeballs. And then post an autoplay video of it all on my site for you to sufffferrr.
And other important points to note is that Luke and Lorelai are the shiz, I want to marry Logan, Jeremy Clarkson for PM, I quite possibly haven’t blogged about all my big uni news, some evil creature has bitten my foot, I have a scary driving lesson tomorrow and it is my birthday on Sunday.
Yet I chose to blog about Bunny stalkers. All is in order in this world 
For the love of holy U’s - January 19th 2008
Filed under Uncategorized 4:55 pm || Comments (174)The contents of my purse just spilled everywhere, I just had the worst day at work ever and I have to make some life altering decisions that will change my life forever in the next few days… yet I am elated.
I got the spellcheck working!
And for the record, I have not one freaking clue what was wrong with it, but I’m an experimental kind of person and I installed an Australian dictionary and it seems to be working fine. Seeing as before I was trying to check everything against an American dictionary, I think this proves once and for all that you Yanks can’t spell.
Not that that was meant to be in anyway insulting, I do think you are very cool people with very cool accents, I just miss my ‘u’s sometimes. U is a nice letter. It’s colourful.
For some light entertainment I shall copy and paste a bulletin I posted on MySpace yesterday.
I’m currently sitting on the stairs and on the phone to the bank cause I locked myself out of my own account. The problem is, I am on the phone to the bank, but there is no one at the end of the line that I’ve been connected to, it just sounds like they’re all having a party cause I can hear people laughing in the distance.
It’s after noon over East. I bet their drinking.
Damn you Commonwealth employees rather get drunk and party than answer my calls.
Even the people that I give my money to don’t want to talk to me.
That was my musing for the day, I thought it was very funny.
Is anyone else pleased that Troyboy is the new Liberal leader?
I post weird bulletins some times.
Red Squiggly Lines - January 17th 2008
Filed under Uncategorized 8:01 am || Comments (67)i swear, I will pay in pluggage the person that explains to me, why although both OpenOffice and FireFox are clearly set to check my spelling as I type, and despite the fact I know FF does it on my other computer and it is the best damn thing in this world, why, on my nice, shiny new laptop with lots of lovely new settings, neither are doing it, despite the fact I’ve spent several hours asking them to. I have gone to every help menu and FAQ site out there, I have followed all the instructions. So what am I missing?
If you can help me bring back the squiggly red lines, it would be much appreciated. I am a terrible speller and it would be just awful for all you people that I comment if I didn’t have a working spellcheck :p
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