More Procrastination

I walked the dog this morning. Did no work and didn’t watch Supernatural either. I know. Shocker.

Instead I walked to the nearby mall with dad to drop off some forms and when we came home I distracted myself with nothings until all of a sudden the day had disappeared.

It’s alarming.


I have no idea where the day has gone.

Mei has gone to a sleepover so it’s just the adults in tonight (teehee, I’m an adult :3), we’re going to watch “Pirates of the Caribbean”! Well, dad and I are… mum will probably fall asleep.

Yah! I’m going to go set up the film. Talk to you all tomorrow! πŸ™‚


Retail Therapy

This morning I got a sleep in. Yay! One of the many perks of dad being home- he likes to make up for lost time with the dog by walking her morning and night :3

Mum yelled at people over the phone all morning. Yes, I do mean yelled. Yes, I do mean all freaking morning. I nearly deafened myself with the volume level required in my headphones in order to block out her screeching.

The upside of the whole ordeal?

Turns out the reason she was yelling at me the other night? The reason we’re in a stalemate at the moment? Because I’ve supposedly blown the internet usage?

Nope. The internet has not, in fact, been overused at all.

So she apologised to me and we’re all good now! It’s quite a strange flip to have switched. Can’t say I’m complaining. Apologies from my mum are rarer than diamonds.

Soooo, hummm, what else. Oh yeah, I signed up for Uni Accommodation in Macquarie and I send all the forms and payments off tomorrow!

Once all the boring bits were over with the three of us trooped off for some lunch and shopping. Dad finally bought his BBQ and mum got a gorgeous dress.

I should probably mention that when we got home I did no study whatsoever. Having dad home is great for the family dynamics- the fights are nearly non-existant (and when they do occur at least I’m not the only one fighting my corner, it’s 2-on-2 again, finally!).

Dinner was awesome and I finished off the Midori. I’m on such a roll with the alcohol πŸ˜›

Well- that was the last of my alcohol. I’ve had that Midori since I graduated in May, hahaha. The empty bottle now adorns our kitchen cupboards, keeping the vodka bottles company πŸ˜›

After dinner I wanted to watch “Pirates of the Caribbean” with the family, but my sister had basketball so they all went to that and I was left to do the dishes. I didn’t mind at all though because I got to call the ever-lovely Chimmercharlie :3

I also discovered my dog loves playing with the left over soap suds. We had a lot of fun playing with them πŸ˜›

Once all the dishes were washed and dried (and the dog dried too for that matter :P), I was left with a total conundrum. Did I watch “Pirates of the Caribbean” as originally planned? Or take advantage of the empty house to watch more Supernatural?? OR I could finally pull my thumb out and watch the second season of Sherlock…

It was an extremely difficult decision πŸ˜›

No joke.

In the end I figured I couldn’t go on any more days without my Supernatural fix (it’s been what- 2 days since I last watched it?? :O).

I had finished an episode and a half by the time they all came home and kicked me off the couch… banishing me to my room -.-

Whatever. I’m going to watch a few more episodes until I can no longer hold my eyes open… So I better get on with that πŸ˜›

Night all! πŸ˜€

My Dad the Mediator


Mum and I still aren’t getting along, but hey, what’s new there.

We all went to Ascot together for lunch, mum ditched a little early to do something or the other while I finished eating and dad paid the bill, which gave dad and I the perfect opportunity to voice my issues with her.

I love having dad home.

After lunch we headed home and I studied for a teensy bit before dad insisted we watch “Black’s Books” and bonded some more. It’s so chill when he’s home. I don’t constantly feel like I’m looking over my shoulder or watching my bloody step.

Then, miracle of miracles, as I was walking the dog in the evening the twins phoned to invite me out for the night, but mum and dad were at a house auction and I was busy walking the dog so I had to wait to confirm with them…

…I asked when they got home, after being perfectly polite and asking how the auction had gone, only to be shot down completely by mum. Thus ensued yet another fight.

But this one was different.

Because dad was home.


I didn’t get to go out.

But that doesn’t matter. Well, it does, but it doesn’t. Dad basically sat between mum and I and mediated theΒ argument. It was so much more civil and calm and clean!!!

Of course there’s still some lingering tension between mum and I. She didn’t get to blow off steam and yell at me as I know she’s just ITCHING to do, but at least I don’t have to deal with it tonight.

I finished the last of my raspberry vodka with dinner tonight. It was such a well spent $40 :3

It sucks that I didn’t get to go out. It’s been freaking AGES since I’ve last seen the boys, but at least I got to watch “The Croods” again tonight instead. (I’m far too easily placated).

It was supposed to be a family thing, but naturally my sister wanted nothing to do with a movie that doesn’t involve fake tans and bad drama. And my mother dearest, who doesn’t like animated movies on a good day, fell asleep.

But you know what gets me about the whole damn thing?

I watch all the bullcrap she deems to be quality TV with little to no grumbling. I don’t ask to change the channel, I don’t bugger off while she watches those disgusting medical shows that she KNOWS make me feel ill to watch. Nope, I sit dutifully by her just so we can “bond”.

She knows I’ve wanted to watch this film with the whole family for WEEKS! In fact, no, MONTHS! Ever since I saw it! I wanted it to be a family bonding film, despite the fact it was an animated kids movie- IT’S A BLOODY GOOD MOVIE!

But no. Mum fell asleep. Natu-freaking-lly.

The way I see it, I have two options- get shitty with mum and my sister for not even TRYING… or I can be happy that I got to watch one of my all time favourite movies again with my dad. I chose the latter.

Sure the female section of my family is vapid and utterly annoying, but at least dad is here to offer a brief reprieve from their stupid TV shows and barbed remarks. We have the same sense of humour and the same (more or less) approach to things in life. We get the frex along.

We compromise.

Unlike my mother.

Whatever. I refuse to get shitty. I’m going to bed now, happy that I’ve re-watched one of my favourite movies and had my feet rubbed. Goodnight all πŸ™‚

Baking Babe Once More

Started the morning as I do every morning by walking the dog. I’m stil not talking to mum after she bitched at me last night about the internet usage. So naturally, I watched another episode of Supernatural- my own lame attempt at “payback”.

Then I started doing something semi-useful and began my Myer online induction thingy. I’ve set up my two face-to-face meeting things too, so I’m well on my way to employment and financial freaking independence. Finally. Sort of. Ugh.

I am currently obsessed with “Almost is Never Enough” bu Ariana Grande. I am very ashamed, but not enough to stop listening to it- tee hee πŸ˜›

Studied for a bit and got bored so, as I had the house to myself, I decided to bake myself some brownies. Which coincided with the exact moment my mother dearest (heavy sarcasm) chose to call me and drop on me out of nowhere that if I had any plans this evening (HAH!! Funny -.-) that I was to drop them because I am to babysit one of her friends kids. Babysit is used in the most abstract sense of the word. The very nature of the job- emphasis on job- is that it implies being paid. Which I wasn’t. Mum deemed my tone of voice unacceptable- good thing she couldn’t hear me rolling my eyes- and so I wasn’t to be paid.

Whatever. She’s going to be childish. It kinda of backfired too because the kid brought a really fun board game (that she whooped my ass in. Twice.) to play. We danced to pop music like “Single Ladies” and old Britney hits and baked cookies together. I am an awesome babysitter.

Sorry- I’m writing this all very last minute because I have tuition tomorrow morning and I’m shattered (I also need to get up early again to walk the dog. I know I’ve been doing it for months but now that summer is here? Nearly here? It gets hotter earlier and I have to go out earlier to avoid the dog overheating. Bloody early mornings -.-

So yeah. Night all :/

Girl Time

This morning I walked the dog and rushed out to the city around 9:15-ish. I was supposed to be meeting a gal pal at 10ish, but I wanted to get to the bank first (to grab some TFN info from them). Unfortunately for me my cute banker wasn’t there 😦

(But when I walked past again in the afternoon, lo, there he was. I felt like kicking myself- haha)

Also unfortunately- sorta- my friend got held up at home and couldn’t make it until closer to 11-11:30ish, so I had some time to kill. I say “sorta” not because I didn’t want to see her, but because I really don’t mind walking around on my own. I bought bubble tea and checked my emails and discovered possibly the best news of the month!


So yeah! After doing a little celebratory dance (in my head…) I decided to fill the remainder of my time by finding the actual TFN office that I had to go to later. Thank goodness I did because IΒ definitelyΒ would have wound up in the wrong place had I not- silly building designs, hiding the important lifts waaay behind the lifts to nowhere πŸ˜›

Then my friend showed up and we walked around the shops because she wanted a new skirt for her trip in a week or so. We found the skirt quite quickly, but kept it from getting awkward by window shopping in places that (well I couldn’t at least) we couldn’t afford πŸ˜›

Finally we decided to give up on the pretense of Β shopping and headed back to the food court and I bought us both double thick chocolate shakes (that were so thick we had to get bubble tea straws in order to drink them! BEAUTIFUL!! Hahah!) We chatted about books and TV shows and whatnot and then she caught me up on all the Brisbane gossip from the few months before I showed up here. It was really nice to finally hang out with a girl my age after so long.

However, all good things come to an end and we had to split- she wanted to buy books for the flight and I had to head for my TFN interview. Once that was done (surprisingly quickly! And with the loveliest lady), I walked out of the office only to see a Dymocks! YAY BOOKS! I was supposed to go home after the interview, but seeing as I don’t get out often and all I had to go home to was revision I decided to treat myself and lose myself in the book shop for an hour.

It was like coming home. Being surrounded by books. I think I’d be a happy librarian. Or book shop owner. *Sigh* In a perfect world, maybe.

After that I thought- why stop there with the treating? So I hit up the local KFC to satisfy my fried chicken cravings. I’ve missed KFC. It’s been months. I haven’t had it since Singapore 😦

It tastes different here… but not a bad different. Not better, just different πŸ˜›

Alas, I couldn’t put off going home anymore after that so I caught the train back and settled into revision only to be disrupted barely an hour later to walk the dog again. The night got worse from there, came home to fight with my mother and sister. Joy of joys.

I’m so freaking tired of being trapped here! The people are unbearable and there’s nothing to do. I’m too far away from friends to actually ever up and do things with them and it’s not like I could anyway because mum always says no.

I’m so sick of it! I can’t wait for uni! I seriously can’t. UGH!

And on that sour note, goodnight :/

My Face Hurts

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It’s not even noon yet and I’m just ready to go back to bed.

I didn’t sleep very well last night, I have a headache and my eyes just plain hurt.

Haven’t accomplished much today- but the day is still young- I’ve done some chores, watched an episode of Supernatural (I seriously can’t believe I’m up to season 8 already!!!) and am currently on the brink of doing some ACTUAL REVISION! It’s a miracle, I know.

But I just… ugh… everything hurts and reading the small print in textbooks and online… it’s such an awfully tedious prospect.

Right now I’d rather be asleep somewhere nice and warm.

OR in the arms of a person I like- oh yes I went there, for the first time ever I may be actually admitting to having a crush on someone. I’ve shied away from this topic for 11 months and here I am, admitting that yes, I, an 18 year old girl, have a love life.

Pfffffft. I thought I’d be able to say that with a straight face. JUST KIDDING! I HAVE NO LOVE LIFE LOL. Nah, I just feel lonely and I want someone I like to like me back is all. Nothing unusual. Nothing out of the ordinary. Whatever. It’s not a new sensation- especially with the sexual frustration that comes with watching every damn episode of Supernatural- DAMMIT JARED WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL! YOU ARE TOO PERFECT FOR THIS WORLD AND GEN IS A LUCKY, LUCKY LADY!!!!! πŸ˜₯

But yeah, moving on. I’d rather be one special someone or asleep right now. Or with my Singapore friends.

That would be nice.

But my head hurts too much for a lot of people. I could deal with maybe one or two… three people’s company, max right now. Chimmercharlie, Randers and Pheebers perhaps? Maybe Buiface, Staples or Pamerra. I don’t know, I just miss familiarity.

Ughhhhh- all this homesickness doesn’t help with my headache (or Winchester-induced heartache).

So yeah. Not much to report. The rest of the day doesn’t look very exciting either.

Might be going shopping with a gal pal here- I’m finally branching out from just the boys!!!

Tomorrow’s going to be a bit full on- have to go to the bank and get a bank statement, possibly go shopping with a new friend, then hit up the government building on Elizabeth Street to finish my TFN application! FINALLY!

Oh sweet mother of Jesus, mum’s rattling the damn cutlery around and I want to scream or cry tears of blood. Yes, the headache is bad. JUST. STOP. MUM. Good LORD the world will not come to a halt if the cutlery isn’t banged around…


Where was I?

Bloody hell, no idea. Everything is too noisy right now. Is this what a hang over feels like? THIS ISN’T FAIR I HAVEN’T EVEN BEEN DRINKING!??! What am I being punished for?

…Actually, don’t answer that.

Argghhhhh. Fine. I’m going to try my best to study now. Might watch another episode of Supernatural later as a “reward”. Hah. You’re head hurts? NOW TRY HAVING YOUR HEART RIPPED OUT AND CRUSHED IN GLASS FOR YOU TO SWALLOW WHEN WE GIVE IT BACK TO YOU HAHAHAHAHA HAHA HA HAHAHA.

Yeah. It’s going to be a fan-freaking-tastic reward. -.-

Whatever, bye πŸ™‚

I Would Walk 500 Miles…

Today has been bloody full on. Seriously.

My feet are so damn sore.

I’ve walked and walked and walked- besides dinner I really don’t think I’ve sat down at all.

Work this morning was good though- very busy, which is never a bad thing! I hit the ground running with a $90 sale first thing! Go me! In fact, today was so busy I actually lost count of how much merchandise I sold! Felt pretty damn awesome.

Saw a few characters too. Some good, some not so good.

One chick walked past in a t-shirt with a picture of minions stealing the tardis on it. I seriously wanted to stop her and ask for a photo. It was a beautiful shirt πŸ˜›

The not-so-good came in the form of a 6″ something muscle man (could tell he’s a douche from his tattoos…) coming over to my stall while I was manning it alone (these chicks must really like me because every weekend they find some reason to disappear at the same time for half an hour or so) and asking me how exactly I was going to sell the product to him in a really patronising tone. I’m sure he didn’t mean to come off as intimidating as he did- but holy hell this guy was buff and towered over me and his delivery of the question was undeniably terse.

Thankfully, two passers-by came to my rescue. Swooping in on this guy and gushing over the product. Look- anyone that’s been reading my blog knows that I don’t believe in the product I’m selling. It’s total BS and completely overpriced… but as far as I’m concerned it doesn’t negatively impact anyone’s health, I’m selling them the placebo effect so if they take the bait and buy it then whatever. I get paid either way. Had I been left to “sell” the product to him… I probably would have stuttered through some half-assed explanation of what the Magnesium Oil does… he wouldn’t have bought it- something in his body language kinda screamed that he didn’t believe it. He was practically laughing at me when he walked over.

So yeah, these people popping up out of nowhere was fab. They just went on and on about how amazing the product is and how it’s cured her 5-month tennis elbow in a week and blah blah blah. They scared him away pretty much. About 5 minutes into their speech he gave me this bewildered look and tried to laugh but this couple- I should mention they were at least in their 50s- just kept talking. When they finally left he just picked up a bottle and pretended to examine it before putting it down and scampering away.

He didn’t come back for the rest of the morning. Well, he wouldn’t walk past the stall. It was quite funny really. I saw the chick he was with and when she walked past us he walked int he opposite direction and met her at the door so he wouldn’t have to walk past our stall. Poor guy, made me laugh πŸ˜›

So yeah. Work was good, busy, but good.

There was just one hitch in today’s smooth running- I didn’t get to meet my new boss. Today was supposed to be the day I met my current employer’s younger brother- a.k.a. the guy taking over the stall from here on out. As of next week it’ll just be him and I running this stall. No more lovely ladies 😦

It’s a shame, I really like them, they’re sweet. I can only assume that he’ll be lovely too if he’s related to them. I asked a bit about him today in his absence. I won’t lie- I was interested to meet him before, but now more than ever. Turns out he’s 19!!! He’s at uni! My interest in this guy just spiked. I thought he’d be in his mid-20s at least! But 19?!?! This is sounding very promising :3

So yeahhhh next weekend will be MORE than interesting! πŸ˜€

After I finished I had my crepes, as per usual. The crepe guy- Justin- and I are on great terms now. We’re on a first name basis with one another and he’s memorised my order. It’s fab πŸ˜€

Then came the first big journey of the day- getting home.

I could have caught the bus, I know, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to figure out how long it took to WALK home.

To cut a long, very boring story short- it takes 45 minutes.

I nearly got hit by a bus, but no matter πŸ˜›

And here is where my silly-ness hits new peaks. I bought a bottle of Bundy (Bundaberg) Lemon Lime and Bitters on the way home. It comes in a green bottle and to the untrained eye looks just like a beer bottle. As I was walking down the final stretch to get home, a cop car passed and I full on nearly had a heart attack. Here in Australia- I don’t know about the rest of the world but the rule certainly wasn’t something I was aware of in Singapore at least- you can’t publicly drink alcohol or carry alcohol or something silly like that. I’m not quite sure I understand why… but whatever. So anyway, this cop car goes by and all I can think is OH MY GOD THEY’RE GOING TO STOP AND ARREST ME FOR PUBLIC CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL OH GOD MY FIRST EVER ARREST.

I seriously don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Needless to say nothing happened.

Which was sort of disappointing.

Sort of.

When I got home and I had lovely long shower and watched an episode of “Vicar of Dibley”. I swear my feet were somewhere between numb and throbbing. Mum sent a text about 5 minutes into the episode telling me to make cupcakes. I waited until the show ended before gingerly getting to my feet again, it was like walking on glass. Of course, as soon as the cupcakes were baked I had to take the dog for a walk and try not to cry πŸ˜›

Once I was home I saw mum for the first time since she’d dropped me to work this morning, but we were “late” and so we had to rush through icing the cakes and changing and getting our asses over to our weekly Sunday Night X-Factor and Dinner Gathering thing. We weren’t late.

In the past my family has tried to form Sunday night traditions- for a while we had Friday Night Athletics and Top Gear as a tradition (until we stopped doing athletics…). Then we had Sunday Night Roasts with a family that lived one street from us (until the friendship between the son and I, our sisters and our mothers exploded completely).

Now? Sundays are for strawberries and X-Factor.

I like this tradition and I don’t see myself falling out with any of the family. It helps that I’m 2 years older than the oldest “kid” there. So the friendship doesn’t really extend past Sunday dinners.

X-Factor was… hmm… tonight. Dami did an awesome job with a bad song choice. I reckon Ronan was trying to sabotage her. Dick move. Oh well, she’ll make it through voting so I’m not worried πŸ™‚

I’m home now and just about to watch another episode of Season 8 so NIGHT ALL! πŸ™‚

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