Strained Contingency

Goodbye?

In light of recent events, I’ve decided not to continue with this blog. It’s a bit of a shame really, life FINALLY got a bit more interesting.

Bye bye Xo

posted by Ria @ 8:18 pm Comments: 0

Jury Duty?

I had my first official day of university yesterday. It was only a one hour lecture so it wasn’t too bad. I met up with some of the people that I met at enrolment, orientation, O-day and the faculty welcome. I think it would have been a lot worse if I hadn’t already met people. My university timetable means that I will have to give up my job at the chemist… they’re gonna be so mad at me.

It’s my birthday next week, which means that I only have about one year left of being a ‘teenager’… scary stuff my friends. I’m not really feeling that party vibe this year, so I’ll probably just go out with some of my closer friends. I share the same birthday as Megan anyway, so I’ve got her party on the Saturday night and then I’ll go out on the Sunday… actually I could probably do the Friday now… will have to look into it.

I’ve been sent a letter of notification of inclusion on a jury roll. I haven’t even been eighteen for a year yet and they’ve gotten me. Although it doesn’t say so on the exclusions list, if you are a full-time student, you are exempt form fulfilling jury duty. I’ve just got to fax over some proof of my student status or something. So there’s another thing to add to my ever expanding to-do list.

posted by Ria @ 9:05 am Comments: 0

So… where are ya from?

Well my tired ass is sitting here. I’ve been pretty busy the last few days, as noted in my previous blog. In summary, work was frustrating as always, shopping was long, the BBQ was awkward, the get together was fun, getting my licence didn’t happen due to their systems being down AND enrolment was a pain in the ass.

But yeah… I enrolled into my course on Monday. It was a long confusing process which ate up all my afternoon and left me with no time to go out. My new student ID card looks almost as attractive as a mugshot and just about no one I know is going to my university. Making friends is hilarious; it’s like the beginning of high school all over again… but with really cute boys.

The get together with the class of 06 turned out to be okay. Besides my feet getting tortured by my heels and the little guy at the bar who wouldn’t take my ID, it actually turned out better than I’d expected. Here’s a photo from the night... I don’t know why, but lately in all my photos I look angry…

Liz, Cassie and Me

In other news, I got myself a new job. In addition to working in a crappy supermarket, I will also be working at a chemist from Thursday onwards. From what I’ve seen, the working environment looks very relaxed and the work pretty simple … hopefully that will make up for the fact that it doesn’t pay as well as my other job does. Meh.

Stupid wardrobe men are coming out tomorrow. We’re getting new built-ins put in and someone has to be home to let them in etc. Guess who pulled the short straw on that decision? THANKFULLY Cassie will be coming over to keep me company for the time that they will be here. Let’s just hope that they don’t get here ridiculously early and wake me up.

posted by Ria @ 6:03 pm Comments: 1

Wait… is that my shirt?

Well after spending half an hour trying to get my computer to work, I finally ‘fixed’ it when I realised that one of the numerous leads sprouting from the back of the tower wasn’t plugged in. You see I’ve been painting. So it appears that whist removing all furniture from my room, I accidentally pulled out one of the leads. I’ve finally managed to set up my computer, not because I particularly want to use it, but because I have to fill out some stupid online forms before uni begins. So I sit here in my now very neutral (read: boring) coloured room, surrounded by painting tools, ladders, rags and various pieces of material which were used to cover the floor. During my painting spree, I managed to ruin two of dad’s shirts by getting splodges of paint all over them (hey, there’s no way in hell I was going to wear mine and he’s got like fifty of them anyway), use up twice the amount of paint necessary and I just about killed the paint roller. Oh yes… I am indeed a great painter. The smell of paint is still very strong in here. Getting high on paint fumes is no where near as fun as it sounds.

I tried to book myself in for my DKT earlier… yes, lazy ass me was finally going to sit down for my licence. But as fate would have it, the online booking process has failed me and the call centre is now closed. I’m not even lying either, I printed out the application forms and everything; they’re sitting right in front of me. I have like no time either. Over the next five days I have to fit in: three days of work, shopping with Cassie, a family BBQ (insert a very obvious eye roll here), the grade’s get together, getting my licence AND enrolment at university.

I finally caught up with Cassie and Liz today. We hung out for a bit, had lunch and watched some dodgy TV (i.e. Dawson’s Creek, for those playing at home). I should also be catching up with the rest of the grade when we have our reunion type thing on the weekend. Taking into account the busy times ahead of me and the horrendous five days behind me, in which I had to work five days straight, tonight I will take the opportunity to do absolutely nothing. “Check it out”

posted by Ria @ 8:28 pm Comments: 3

Jingle bells?

Hmm… it’s been over a month since I last wrote in this thing. A fair bit has happened during that time. We all headed off to the formal a while ago. The night panned out just as I had anticipated, after going to four of these events, you come to know what to expect. Nothing major happened, it was the same as any other formal, they’re all the same really. This was the first formal that I’ve to gone sans date, but that was my choice and not something I regret. Teachers should really not be allowed to drink alcohol, or better yet, should not be allowed to dance (… well, except for the Dyer’s, they were like the cutest couple ever). And while we had to suffer watching the very bad dance moves of one particularly drunk teacher that shall remain nameless, my success of the night was getting to bed by 3am and arriving home with my shoes intact.

We’ve also all just received our HSC and UAI results. All the effort was worth it in the end and although I won’t get my first preference, my results *should* be enough to get me into what I want. Another good point of course, is that I won’t have to leave Sydney!

Christmas is closing in on us all and the festive season is well and truly here. I am one proud cookie to be able to say that I got all my Christmas shopping done in one day during a marathon shopping spree. It took about 7 hours all together and I was exhausted and slightly delirious by the end of the day, but alas, I got in early, avoided painful crowds as well as my usual last minute rush. So muhaha to me.

Here, check out some of my awesome present wrapping skills lol:


I’ve already been on holidays for around six weeks now, so it’s a strange feeling to be able to say that I have yet another TWO MONTHS left off… I’m used to crappy breaks between semesters, the longest being a six week break during summer. So I am getting a little restless and have almost lost all sense of time as the days begin to mesh together. I still have no idea where I’m going to be or what I’m going to do during the 25th and for New Years. I usually go up the coast, but didn’t make plans this year because I thought we were going overseas. Now that that’s fallen though and EVERYONE else has left me (I’m looking at you Cassie), I am quite frankly, a little lost.

Some pretty disappointing news this week, one of my (many) goals was to start a ‘warnie’ chant at a cricket match. I envisioned myself standing on the grassy hill in my best yobbo outfit, complete with sombrero, Aussie flag thongs and beer in hand (although the beer would just be for dramatic affect, I actually hate the stuff). But no, he had to go and retire on me now didn’t he. It’s a shame too; those guys that do that at the cricket always look like they’re having so much fun lol.

But anyway… all is mostly well in the life of me, I’ve picked up more hours at work and thus more $$$. High school is over, it’s the middle of summer and it’s also the festive season. Not much to complain about at all.

posted by Ria @ 10:57 pm Comments: 1

I'll tell you the best way to roast those?

Okay, I got ready waaaaay too early and thought I might write in here to fill in some time. I’m off to Cassie’s tonight for her 18th birthday. She apparently doesn’t know that I’m coming, so I’m not going to post this until the very last minute, just in case she so happens to read my blog between now and the time I get there. So:



And in case you DO feel like hurting me, I’m hoping that my ‘art’ collaboration will make you think otherwise. If there’s one thing that will remind you of year 11 maths, it’s these little guys:


(Please forgive me, I was in a rush and it seemed like a good idea at the time lol)

Last night’s bonfire/party/gathering was a good turn out. I knew we’d crack Megan and convince her to bring out the ‘gee-tar’ lol. I’m still laughing about the fact that I managed to convince three different people that marshmallows were best when roasted until they were black and eaten straight away. The disgusted look on their faces once they'd shove the damn thing in their mouths was hilarious. The good thing about that was, after they became my victim, they sought revenge on other roasted marshmallow virgins and thus did my dirty work and allowed my legacy to live on.

posted by Ria @ 3:47 pm Comments: 3

So, I seriously have time to sleep now?

Oh hell yes! Exams are finally over, woot woot!! These last few weeks easily rate as one of the most stressful periods of my life thus far. I ended up pulling a total of five all-nighters out of the seven exams I had… and not because I was particularly keen to study, but rather because I couldn’t get to sleep. They’re all over now so that’s cool… But I tell you what’s not cool? People calling me up at 10pm expecting me to talk to them for extended periods of time, the NIGHT BEFORE an exam. The thing that pissed me off the most was that when I explained that I couldn’t talk; they’d get all defensive about it. I mean seriously, these people have finished high school/uni/whatever but they need to realise that I still have responsibilities. It got to a point where I just stopped answering my phone altogether… and if that makes me a bitch, then sobeit.

The damn Peter Alexander delivery guy woke me up this morning. I nearly missed him too, by the time I’d registered what the knocking noise was and scrambled around the room in search of robe and keys, I could see my shiny little package in his right hand, just about to be placed back into the delivery van. So out comes me in my little pjs on the front lawn calling out ‘wait, wait. I’m awake, I’m awake!’ to the delivery guy… gee what a sight. I really need to stop ordering designer sleepwear though; it’s turning into a bit of a sick (and expensive) little obsession. I was flicking through the chequebook the other day and the number of stubs that belonged to Peter Alexander was quite scary to think about, no wonder why I’ve been deemed a freaking VIP member. Though I can’t wait till VIP nights lol. It scares me so much so that I am refusing to add up all the stubs and therefore discover the total amount of $$$ that I’ve spent over the years on… pjs. Though, I’m sure it’s not half as bad as what I’ve spent on shoes…

It’s only been about a month since my last post but it feels like forever ago… things have changed considerably. It’s amazing how going through bouts of stress can actually help you put thing into perspective, you seem to forget about all the things that don’t really matter (not that I discussed them on here or anything, I just remember what was going through my head at that time). I received a text from James a little while ago; it was so random, I haven’t seen this guy in years. We met at some concert when we were like 12-13ish; he was actually briefly mentioned in THIS post. It’s funny how things work out, I’ve changed quite considerably over the years and so I am assuming he has as well, it’d be funny to see if we both still clicked or not. If memory serves me correctly, we kinda stopped talking when I ended up going out with one of his friends.

Anyway, should be off now, I’ve got some apologising to do for being a ‘phone snob’. If anyone reads this, I’m having some problems with the time settings, could you please leave comments telling me what time it says this post was made on your computer. It should say “posted by Gemma @ ____” just below here. Thanks Xo.

posted by Ria @ 6:28 pm Comments: 7

Do YOU feel like daning?

I’m totally in love with the song ‘I don’t feel like dancin’ by the Scissor Sisters at the moment, in fact I’m listening to it right about now. It’s just so funky and the lyrics are hilarious.

So… I’ve generally refrained from writing about Dean, simply because the whole situation with ‘us’ just brings about a giant cloud of confusion. I have feelings for him, and he knows this, but there’s so much ambiguity about what we are and what we have. So we’ve established the fact that we like each other, but it’s what we do with those feelings that is confusing. I think we want different things, as I don’t really see the point of investing time into something that’s not going to go anywhere. But I’m just so sick of talking and thinking about it, it all seems so complicated already. Even when we discuss it, we just seem to go around in circles and nothing gets solved or answered. I might just be putting all my eggs into one basket here, but you know I talk to guy friends and potentials (yes that’s what I’m calling them) all the time. And while it’s good talking to them, with Dean it’s just… different. I’m so over talking about this though and others are probably REALLY over hearing about it lol, so I’m just going to leave it for now, not even going to think about it. I’ll meet up with him in the city for lunch after exams are done, and we’ll just take it as it comes from there. Blah!

Now, if you’ve read the previous post, you’d know that I’ve been on a bit of a cleaning spree lately… which really just is a form of procrastination, albeit a productive one. Well hidden at the very back of my closet I made a rather horrifying discovery. I found the pink cardigan that my mum used to dress me in whenever we went ANYWHERE. Now, I remember when my young self had had enough of said cardigan and stuffed it at the back of my closet, hidden from my mother and never to be worn again. Oh yes, it was indeed a good day when little me had finally won the war against the dreaded pink cardigan. Why it was still in my closet, I have no idea, but now it’s finally gone for good!

And so here I was, definitely NOT bringin sexy back, “yeah”



And so it goes, another boring post brought to you by my very bored self. But yeah… I won’t be online much at all in the coming weeks. I’m on a self imposed internet ban, if you will.

posted by Ria @ 5:40 pm Comments: 3

Oh it’s not, is it?

Life has taken a bit of a boring turn. I’ve just been cleaning, sorting and studying these last couple of days, although these activities have been placed in order of time distribution. So while I was on my cleaning spree yesterday, at about half way through when I was tired, frustrated, sweaty and surrounded by mess (hey, everyone knows that you’ve got to make mess to clean mess); I was surprised to find an all too familiar red book sitting at the topmost shelf of my wardrobe. This little red book was indeed the very same diary that I started at the tender age of eight, with my very first entry scribbled in on 23 June 1996.

I took this very rare find as an omen to have a break and sat down to flick through said diary. The only problem was that I couldn’t for the life of me remember when I’d put the keys to the damn thing. So 15 minutes, a screwdriver, a pair of pliers and a hammer later, I had cracked the sucker open and my determined self sat down to read. And as a good friend once said ‘I don’t keep diaries for the sole reason of the embarrassment faced when reading them later’, I had finally come to realise what she had meant.

While my eight year-old self wrote about getting the chicken pox, at ten I was talking about my time dancing in Queensland, dancing with John in Japan, my desperate love for Matthew Salter… and my subsequent hatred of him. By the time I’d hit eleven, I’d had ‘the worst day ever in my entire life’ when at Thredbo, I lost my sunglasses when I dropped them off the chair lift on the way up to the mountain… and then dropped my mum’s camera off of the same chair lift on the way back down. I wrote a lot about dancing until about a year into high school, when instead I began discussing my contempt towards my father for sending my to an all-girls high school.

When I was in year eight I wrote: ‘I’ve got three 13 year-olds after me and I don’t know what the hell to do, they’re pretty annoying.’ But a few months later wrote this about one of them: ‘Chris is heaps funny, I’ve been talking to him a lot and I like him… he plays cricket, HELLO!!’ (If Chris reads this now… lol). During the great four year standoff with Cassie I wrote ‘I don’t even have time for the girl these days, we don’t even click anymore, the only thing we seem to have in common is our last name’ (Those four years were tough Cas, I wish we just got over ourselves earlier, I really could’ve used your support). I stopped reading it a bit after turning 14, because, quite frankly I’m a little scared of what suppressed memories may be forced back to the surface… Here are a couple lines that I read and thought ‘wtf’ lol. They should never, ever again be taken out of context:

1) ‘We had so much fun last night, I hope James does a three way with me and Chris again tonight’

Now this was in relation to a three way conversation…as in on the telephone. Shut up, they use to be all the rage!

2) ‘Now if there’s one thing I learnt today, it was to NEVER leave before the little man comes’

Umm… yeah… lol. Here I was writing about the time that me and my friend both got bowled over by the same car at a busy intersection… so ya’ll better remember to wait for the little man to come! (Before you decide to cross the street that is =p)

In other news, Craig has now asked me twice to go for coffee or dinner… And being the kind of person who has trouble with saying ‘no’ in these kinds of situations (unless the guy just cannot take a hint); I suggested a group activity instead. It’s not that I don’t like the guy; it’s just that I don’t really know him all that well. I don’t want to go out somewhere with him and give him the wrong impression or anything. With exams right around the corner though, it’s not like I can go out right now anyway, and so I told him that. His response – ‘Aww that sucks, but I reckon you’re worth the wait’…

posted by Ria @ 9:40 pm Comments: 5

He’s WHAT?

Okay, okay, I give up. I admit it, my two male neighbours are gay, so you can all stop trying to convince me now. Up until this point, I have generally avoided the topic of Will and Anthony’s sexual orientation as I have been living in a shade of denial, not wanting to believe that my two (very) cute neighbours were indeed homosexual. Since they moved in about a year and a half ago, I’ve been able to ignore the fact that they once shared a car, are incredibly well groomed, and are very friendly and charming but ‘appear’ to be single.

Considering the fact that I was able to dismiss strong indicators from the early evidence, I refused to believe they were gay basically because I didn’t want to believe that they were. What was that final factor leading to my admission you ask? Well as I got up this morning and proceeded to the bathroom to wash my face, playing from next door I could hear a song that no straight man would ever, ever play, particularly if there was the off chance that someone else could hear it. While during the time they’ve lived next door, I was able to ignore the fact that songs by Britney Spears and Mariah Carey could regularly be heard booming from their house, but this song took the cake and I was unable to deny the truth that my friends had been trying to get me to admit for so long. So as I entered the bathroom with my best sleepy face on and turned on the tap, I could hear a tragically familiar beat coming from next door… that beat my friends belonged to the song Hero by Enrique Iglesias. I stood there motionless while trying to figure out what the song was, but when it struck me, it was all over; I caught a glimpse of my own reflection and burst out laughing.

So today was a sad, sad, day in the life of me. It almost rivals the day when an 11 year old me found out that Stephen Gately, my favourite guy from boyzone, indecently only shopped in the boy’s zone. Don’t worry Stephen, I’ll love you ‘no matter what’. Even though I picked out David from Big Brother’s gayness within a few minutes of seeing him, I think my gaydar needs some serious tweaking or something because the boyzone debacle is not a lone incident. My favourite N’sync-er was Lance Bass, I had a major thing for Darren Hayes during his Savage Garden days and the other day while watching some crappy MTV show, I was all ‘he’s pretty hot’ before I also found out that ‘he’s pretty gay’. Geeze I sure can pick em…

Oh and I also just found out that the guy that I thought was cute from survivor last night is also… gay! I’m going to start getting a complex if this continues for any longer. Me thinks that I should just not show any interest in any guys until I have rock hard evidence that they’re straight. So while we’re on topic, anyone else planning on coming out of the closet anytime soon, huh? What about any of my guy friends, ex-boyfriends or even *THAT* hot guy from Port? (Muhaha Cassie, you know who I'm talking about!). Or how about you, Colin Farrell? Johnny Depp? Johnny Knoxville? Or even you Vince Vaughn? And yes, I am admitting my secret thing for good ole Vince, but don’t even get me started, I’m sure your secret celeb crush is much, MUCH more embarrassing than mine… That is of course unless Vince turns out to be gay… And in which case, I’ll be so traumatised that I’d have skipped the country and moved to Brazil.

posted by Ria @ 9:38 pm Comments: 6

…Do you always sound like this?

Well, well, well… I graduated! The ceremony on Friday was pretty good, and while I won’t miss the place, it was a very nice send off. My one goal for the entire day was to not fall down the ridiculously steep stairs leading from the stage and yay for me, I succeeded. I don’t have pictures ready yet but when I get around to it, I’ll put some up.

I stayed at Cassie’s house Friday night, where celebrations were cut short at about 11:30pm-ish. I’d only gotten about 4 hours of sleep the night before, and with the long day and my (fabulous =p) commentary on the video camera, my voice went well into man mode. Yep… man voice was back… I’m surprised that I didn’t lose my voice completely. I was pretty much wide awake through till around 2am, when after a two hour phone call, I finally fell asleep.

Getting woken up at 6am wasn’t fun, but you get that. I think Cassie’s mum was semi-horrified that I slept in my clothes, but meh… It just made it easier for me to get up in the morning; all I had to do was roll out of bed, grab my bag and I was good to go. And with tired eyes, smudged makeup, messy hair, goose bumps from the lack of jacket and stilettos in hand, I made my way home. Yeah, real classy girl I am…lol

Work was so shit yesterday. The public holiday crew really suffer and while we well paid, we’re very stressed. I can’t believe that Cassie and I fought over a fucking register… I mean seriously, we’re bigger than that sort of crap. I can’t even justify our actions, but we’ll get though it. You know I love you, you idiot =P

posted by Ria @ 9:48 pm Comments: 8

Those ARE happy tears aren’t they!?

I’ve only just realised how negative I sound on here… I’m not always like that, especially in real life. I guess I just get the urge to write when I’m frustrated?

But anyway, I’ve been feeling really confused lately. It’s not confused in the sense that I don’t know what to do, but I’m more confused about my feelings. I can’t seem to identify specific feelings towards something; my mind is constantly rearranging itself and navigating conflicting thoughts. It not like I’m confused towards anything in particular either… I just feel confused in general. But even that doesn’t make much sense… Confusing, no?

I think I’m still in denial about the fact that school finishes in four days. I can’t seem to fathom the idea of me in a graduation gown, the thought of which is just too perplexing considering some of the crap I’ve gone through. Even though throughout the past week I’ve been running around all over the place gathering documents and finalising procedures, it feels like I’ve been on autopilot. Things are wrapping up and it’s just not registering.

While considering universities, I’ve always said that I’d move either up the coast or down the coast because ‘I hate Sydney’. I’m not so sure how smart a career move this will be when trying to find work after uni however. The very thought of moving all the way out to Newcastle scares me. And that’s not because I’m scared of leaving home or whatever, I’m more frightened of the thought that after spending 3 years doing a course up there, I wouldn’t want to move back to this shit hole, also known as Sydney. And let’s face it, would Sydney really be the same without me? haha. I suppose this city isn’t all bad though, it just depends on which area you live in… and how much you like air pollution.

Oh and just a warning, if anyone’s planning on crying at graduation, be prepared to receive a slap from yours truly. Only tears of happiness will be excused, and even still, I better be able to see smiley faces on each individual tear… Don’t make me use my backhand!

posted by Ria @ 10:20 pm Comments: 2

Sustagen...oh really?

I am absolutely in love with two songs at the moment, ‘Come Pick Me Up’ by Ryan Adams and ‘I Will Follow You Into The Dark’ by Death Cab For Cutie. I must resist the urge to hit the repeat button though, or I’ll soon be very much over them. The melodies are just so soothing and relaxing, props on the mixed ‘tape’ Cassie!

It looks like I’m back on Sustagen again… I have to take it daily with a multivitamin. Doc wasn’t too pleased that I stopped taking it last time, so I should really try and stick with it… but it just tastes so bad. I know I’ll have to take it though, or I’ll end up in hospital again like last year. Boo for Sustagen!

We got a letter today from overseas, it’s from my aunty. Mum sent her a letter about two weeks ago, but seeing as we haven’t been able to get into contact with mum’s side of the family for around three years now, seeing the airmail envelope in our letterbox was pretty awesome. Mum was getting all teary when she was reading the letter and seeing as it’s in another language that I’m pretty hopeless at, she read it to me. Good God! I started bawling my eyes out just listening to it. It was just so heartbreaking, but I won’t go into the details of my family situation. Turns out though, that mum is now a grandmother… which, I guess makes me an aunty… at least on some level.

So this year instead of going up the coast like we usually do, we’ll be heading overseas to visit the family. It’s gonna be pretty cool and it’s no big loss anyway, I’ve already been up the coast this year. It is pretty funny up there though, we’ve been going to the same spot up the coast ever since I can remember. Haha I just thought of the time when I was 14 and brought with me my best friend at the time. One night we were planning to go to the beach party, but being 14, my rents still had a bit of a leash on me. Here’s just a snippet from the night LOL

Here we are walking down the river side:
Friend: We can’t just rock up without any alcohol
Me: Yeah you’re right… (I take a look around and spot some randoms) Let’s ask that guy!
Friend: You reckon he would?
Me: Yeah he looks a bit tipsy, he might
Friend: Well we’ll ask….and if he says no… I’ll just like give him a hug or something
Me: Ewww, are you serio…. wait, yeah no that’d probably work

Ten minutes and a hug later, we had scored ourselves two 4packs of pineapple cruisers. When we got back to the place we were staying, we both cracked one open as we got ready for the party. I’d almost finished mine when my mum sprung into the room…

Mum: -looks at me, looks at what I’m holding-
Me: -finally realise that I shouldn’t be holding what I’m holding and put it behind my back- (lol, I’m such a dumbass)
Mum: What’s that?
Me: What are you talking about?
Mum: Oh come on
Me: -I pull the drink out and let her inspect it-
Mum: Where’d you get that?
Me: From next door
Mum: Next door is the fish and chip shop…
Me: Yeah, that’s where I got it
Mum: So let me get this straight… They sold YOU alcohol at the FISH and CHIP shop?
Me: What? This is alcohol? No wonder why I feel fuzzy… I thought it was pineapple Fanta! Those bastards!

Ahh haha good times, good times. If anyone knew me and my friend back then, they probably found what I just wrote hilarious. And if you didn’t, oh well…you can just call me ‘notfunny’.

posted by Ria @ 9:18 pm Comments: 2

Is he doing what I think he’s doing?

Maybe I should consider a new way of getting to school everyday… Thursday I spent 25 minutes trying to save this old man’s Jack Russel. That crazy ass dog would not give up. So here I am running across the main road after this tiny little dog, with all these angry drivers beeping at me…meh, fun times. By the time I got to school, I was late, covered in fur and smelt like dog for the rest of the day.

But you know, compared to Friday, Thursday was a walk in the park! I skipped first period, so it was about 9:45 when I was making my way to school. I noticed this car that kept driving past, I didn’t think much of it at the time but when I went down one of the side streets, the car was parked there, a few metres in front of me. When the guy saw me, he drove up another 25 metres or so, stopped the car and ran out. I just assumed he was lost or something and finally found where he was meant to be… boy was I wrong! The sick fuck was facing me, up on a ledge and pulling himself off, pants down, the whole thing. WHO DOES THAT!? It’s too bad I didn’t even notice him until he was 2 metres away from me. I saw some other girls from school up on the main road, so I just sped up and caught up to them. He drove past me again about 5 minutes later.

I was telling a few of the girls at school about the nutcase, when Mr E overheard. He made me tell him the story, he then marched me up to Hatton’s office, who then proceeded to call the cops. The cops were treating the situation very seriously and came to the school to interview me etc. And now everyone’s all freaked out, not wanting me to walk to school anymore or be alone, checking if the incident hasn’t *damaged* me, and telling me how lucky I was that I wasn’t attacked. Dad seems to think I have some stalker or that it’s linked to the guy that called me everyday for like 2 months until we got the authorities involved. I dunno guys; I just think it’s being made into a bigger deal than what it is…

Anyway, the cops said that there was another incident in a nearby suburb; they’re going to follow up both stories and may need me to identify the guy and/or compose a face for them.

But I’m fine. Seriously, I’m more worried about having to go to work tomorrow than this haha.

posted by Ria @ 4:10 pm Comments: 4

So, what’s under your tent?

I should never, ever be allowed to watch ‘Castaway’ again. I don’t know whether it’s just me or if it’s the movie, but every time I watch the damn thing I become an emotional wreck. Judging by today’s efforts it’s probably just me though. I stayed home today and only had crappy daytime TV to comfort me. I was bumming around the house when a movie called ‘The Other Sister’ or something to that effect, came on. Dear god, I was bawling my eyes out. And this isn’t the first time, they should put a notice up in Blockbuster, banning me from borrowing any movies that fall into the ‘drama’ section. I sincerely feel sorry for anyone that has had to endure watching a sad (and sometimes happy) movie in my presence.

I graduate in four weeks. That’s both exciting and scary at the same time. I still don’t really understand the point of having graduation BEFORE the final exams though…it’s not like we’ll actually be able to start celebrating until another six weeks after the ceremony. I still have to shop for something to wear; though I don’t even know what the dress code is. I was under the impression that the black tent-like robe would just cover me all up and I wouldn’t really have to worry about it, apparently I’m wrong and the robe is actually more of a jacket type thing.

Oh I can feel it already; it’s going to be a last minute job. What the hell does one even wear to a graduation? I probably should have gone shopping with Cas and Liz this afternoon, but no, I was too busy doing absolutely nothing.

posted by Ria @ 4:24 pm Comments: 0

Already?

Exams are finally over. This means that school starts up again on Monday and that’s not cool. I don’t even want to know my results. This time I KNOW I’ve done badly. It’s like if you were a good swimmer and you had a personal best of 30 seconds, then when it comes down to the actual race you end up getting smashed by the competition and despite your PB, end up with a time that reads 2 minutes 50. I know there’s not really anything I can do about it now, I’ll just have to get the results and deal with them, however hard that may be. Sometimes I kinda wish I was dumb and didn’t know what I was capable of, that way I wouldn’t feel so disappointed or put so much pressure on myself to do well.

It’s back to work tomorrow for the first time in about a month, and if I wasn’t saving for whatever it is I’m saving for, I’d quit. There are no words to describe how much I hate my job. On a positive note, Cassie will be coming in at nine, so I’ll at least get to work with her for a bit. I can’t stand about 95% of the people I work with, thankfully Cassie falls into the remaining 5%.

Well anyway, I should probably go and dry my hair now…and get dressed. I’ve been on the treadmill for the last hour, done my weights and had my shower. I’ll probably just wind down tonight with a movie as I have to get up early in the morning. I’m so not looking forward to work tomorrow.

posted by Ria @ 7:50 pm Comments: 2

Did I say something funny?

I had this hilariously good dream last night. I was so good that I didn’t even mind being woken up by my alarm clock, and trust me I HATE that alarm clock. I can’t remember it all in its entirety, so I won’t even try to explain it but holy crap it was random. Patrick was in it… I haven’t seen that guy in years! It’s hilarious though, every time I think a bout it I get this ridiculous smirk across my face. And I know that I must look like the biggest tool, every conversation I had today in which the smirk made an appearance, the person I would be talking to would lose track of what they were saying and look at me with a puzzled expression. Haha I’m smirking right now…

I’ve been so busy lately, and it’s not the good kind of busy, it’s the Argh! kind of busy. I’ve got so much stuff to do its killing me. I guess I’ll keep this short; I’ve done enough procrastinating today.

posted by Ria @ 9:07 pm Comments: 0

This song…AGAIN?!

A friend once told me that you really know you like a song when you first put it on repeat. This is all good and well until you’ve had it on repeat for upwards of thirty minutes and then have to start thinking about planning its funeral. Yes, I have killed many songs and albums in my time, so much so that I haven’t been able to listen to that Foo Fighter’s CD since January 05.

I don’t know if it’s my love for the song or just pure laziness that makes me lead the song to the slaughter but I can’t seem to stop. If I’m busy doing something, there’s now way in hell I’m going to get up every few minutes to change the song or album over. So this in effect leads me to push the dreaded ‘repeat’ button. I really should do something about it otherwise I’m just going to keep going through CDs by the handful and I have accumulated a healthy collection of CDs over the years too. Maybe I should sell them or at least put them on more of a rotation.

It’s even getting hard to listen to my Ipod because I’m just sick of all the songs. It doesn’t matter how many times I try and rearrange the playlists, the effort is futile. This has all led me to delete a large proportion of songs from itunes and let me tell you the number of listenable songs remaining is quickly dwindling. And note to self: never again turn to the radio as a substitute, they kill songs faster than I do.

On the topic of music, the OC is on in the background here (It’s the final where Marissa dies) and they have a cover of ‘Hallelujah’ playing in the last scene. I quite like this song in a disturbing sense, although I still haven’t been able to work out whether it’s about King David or if it’s a twisted love song with religious connotations. Jeff Buckley does my favourite version of the song and Rufus Wainwright’s version isn’t too bad either, except his voice trials a bit. This song has been played in just about every depressing scene of any movie or T.V show EVER. Thankfully I don’t actually own a copy of it, or ‘Hallelujah’ would probably have earned itself a plot in the graveyard by now.

posted by Ria @ 10:07 pm Comments: 2

It’s what o’clock?

It’s just hit 3:30am here and I’ve just finished my assignment. Feels kind of strange, I was expecting this one to be an all-nighter, looks like I’ll get some sleep after all…Well at least I will when all the caffeine wears off.

I’m surrounded by sheets and textbooks; it’s amazing how much of a mess you can make when you’re busy. I didn’t even realise the magnitude of the mess that I had created until I hit the ‘print’ button, swung around in the computer chair with a relieved/satisfied look on my face only to find my dopey expression vanish when I found all that crap staring up at me.

I’m so going to feel like crap tomorrow. I hate being tired at school, especially when it’s because I’ve been working all night. It’s a pain, I struggle to stay awake in class, have trouble holding a conversation and I walk around all day with that sleepy look on my face that just make me look as if I’m stoned.

Argh, I should probably go and drag myself off now…and I guess do something about the mess. And this is probably full of typos and poor grammar. Meh.

posted by Ria @ 3:34 am Comments: 0

Hey, umm…what’s wrong with your ear?

My ear is infected again…the piercing on the top of my right ear just does not want to heal. It’s pretty gross, my ear is swollen and red and weeping. I guess my body just doesn’t take well to piercings, the one in my ear is a reoccurring problem, my tongue got infected and put me on a course of antibiotics, and I had to pierce my belly twice because it rejected and left me with some nasty scar tissue. While I have retired from the piercing game, sometimes I just feel like taking them all out.

The problem with having piercings and anyone who has one knows this, is the ‘like did it hurt?’ question. Now I have to admit it, I am guilty of asking this myself. I was too caught up in the moment and before I knew it the words just came flooding out. As soon as I said it I knew I had committed the ultimate piercing sin. The question in itself is stupid; it’s like asking someone with a hangnail if it hurts.

There’s only one thing that fires me up more than people asking if piercings hurt, the people that say they in fact DIDN’T hurt. Oh please, spare me. Unless you have no feeling in that area or were inebriated at the time, your piercing hurt, I don’t care how much you smugly insist that you ‘didn’t feel a thing’. I know that everyone has different pain thresholds and whatnot, but I can sure as hell say that shoving a piece of metal through your skin certainly doesn’t tickle. By saying that the shoving of the metal didn’t hurt doesn’t make you look tough or hardcore, it just makes you look stupid.

To some degree ALL piercings hurt, whether the pain only lasted for a second or you’ve forgotten about the event, and thus the pain. It’s time to get over yourself people and admit the facts…or maybe it’s just me.

posted by Ria @ 1:06 pm Comments: 1