Me in a Cardigan
Me as a robot
Me crying because I miss gluten
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This is a chronicle of my ineptitude, and the absurdity of the world around me. Will it be good? Will it be interesting? Will it be exciting? The answer to all those questions is pretty much no, but by being here you are a voyeur, and I am an exhibitionist, so we'll get along just fine.
I swapped with someone to work on Saturday today
- good because is quiet at work and I have time to think, well sort of
- bad because the weather is so beautiful outside and I could be at the Good Food festival or some other Sydney gourmet wank gathering probably eating cheese and olives (my two favourite food groups)
- good because I’m now watching ‘Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas’ on my own personal TV whilst working
- bad as now I have no time to buy the final touch for my costume (hunting yellow lensed glasses) I had planned to dress up as Walter (the John Goodman Character) from The Big Lebowski
- good as I don’t have to go to Halloween Parties I was invited by work/ half arsed friends to and make small talk to 21 year old girls dressed up as Lady Gaga whilst trying to explain the plot to The Big Lebowski and who I’m supposed to be, ok I got One good inviite might go to that one
- bad as now have nothing to do tonight halloweeny, theres a few good gigs on around town maybe can go out and see the Cuban Brothers or Bluejuice both great live shows
I’m at work… I the other day applied for a better job in another department… fingers crossed
I probably won’t get but I applied and it will be something to distract me from fact that I ain’t going to be studying for a long time if not ever again, oh well there is always that ukulele course I have been eyeing off at Sydney Community college if I want to be a student again.
In other non related news I got me an iphone and I’m addicted, it’s simply has ruined me for all future men… wait phones it’s simple and pretty and the internet surfing is a dream I can look at websites quickly, facebook is quicker on my phone than it is on my computer, websites are clear and crisp and don’t get me started on the applications… I may of actually started twittering… I never realised how easy it is to do. Bad me I have become a cliché I’m an arts student dropout with a blog a facebook and twitter account and now an Iphone.
For Shame Kimberly for Shame
P.S. the perfect show to upload to an iphone for commutes is ‘Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Good Job’ actually any “Adult Swim” show is great for a commute and I don’t think I can live without my politically incorrect sketch comedy in the morning.
I was looking in the mirror this morning… as I do most mornings, dwelling on the horrible state my hair is in, it’s no longer short enough to be a cute afro but it’s nowhere near long enough to be cascading ringlets, it’s instead I have this monster of tangles and matting with the occasional blonde remnant from highlights I got last year, anyways I was marvelling at how much my hair had grown since last year using the line left by my highlights and then I saw it a highlighted hair that went all the way to my scalp, but I haven’t’ had my hair highlighted since November last year, Jiminy cricket what is going on???? I of course panicked and pulled it out straight from the root and saw it in it’s wiry melanin depleted glory… my first grey, ok it’s not really grey at all it’s actually a beigey colour and I’m hoping and praying that it is a blonde patch (my brother has an unexplained blonde patch) that I never located due to a lifetime of never being able to see my own scalp a blonde patch of one lone hair but not a grey, it cannot be a grey I cannot go grey at 25 years of age, have you ever seen a hot woman with grey hair (I mean other than Bettina from Play School?) maybe but have you ever seen a hot girl with a salt and pepper afro ? no because grey and frizzy belongs to crazy cat ladies and whilst I hope to become a crazy cat lady (It’s why I moved to be closer to Enmore and have started investing heavily in a ‘vintage’ wardrobe) I was hoping to be hot for the next few years so I can entrap some sucker into knocking me up and ka’ching! child support for the next 20 years! But alas I’m going to have to move fast now before the rest of the buggers move in and I’m ruined! Oh yes there is at home hair dye which is quick and easy to use, but you have never had to dye the regrowth of an afro before and it’s not fun it requires four able bodied people to part the hair and then another two to apply the dye.
Back at work after a whole week off sick! Am still sick but cannot afford to be off sick any longer
Benefits of being back at work;
a) Tropic Thunder is playing on loop (it was probably one of the best movies I saw last year)
b) Not at home crying and praying for a better life under my doona
c) Got to wear a bra today and not out of boredom, I appreciate the magic powers a bra has in rejuvenating me
d) Got to wear jeans today, (I have actually been living in this hideous lilac floral mumu for the last week)
e) Havent’ got my voice back and people think they are talking to a robot with static, but I don’t care, I can say robot stuff and it’s mildly amusing
f) Got to have a mental affair on the bus with Jason Bateman and it was hawt! And teen wolf 2 themed
This was the debut single from one of the first cassettes I ever owned (by own of course I mean taped off the c.d version my Uncle Barry owned) The Teen Queen were awul they still are awful they were three girls who sang 90's versions of 60's songs
I can't believe how my taste in music has grown
Stuff Michael Jackson, this is a true artist dead!
I love John Hughes movies, they are most of the time meh but I love them ever so much, as a bedridden teenager (yeah I was sick for a bit) I lived on constant re-watchings of this video I had where channel ten actually had a triple bill one Saturday night of Ferris Buellers Day Off, The Breakfast Club and Weird Science and thanks to my dad making the sizeable investment of purchasing a long play VCR (also it was dual PAL and NTSC how fancy) I managed to get all three onto the one tape, oh goodness how I thrashed that tape, that and the 1995 BBC Pride and Predjudice mini series with Colin Firth, anyways John Hughes, has probably been one of the biggest influences in my life because of John Hughes I was a smug wordy teenager who didn’t give a damn about what people thought about me and now I’m a smug wordy adult who doesn’t care what anybody thinks (ok I may have to thank partly a good upbringing for some of that thanks Dead Dad and Alive Mum) Ok and also I have to thank John Hughes films for my taste in music, clothes and men.
Oh how I love a smouldering 80’s heartthrob, with hair that that touch too long, with unusually straight teeth, dreamy blue eyes, wearing a stripy jumper, or better still a jumper knotted around his shoulders and reeking of Calvin Klein Obsession for Men (I don’t know why but it’s a panty dropping smell ) I remember many a sleepless night as a fourteen year old wishing for a guy that looked like a hybrid between Andrew Mccarthy, John Cusack and Colin Firth, now I just want him to look like Andrew McCarthy circa 1986, in fact I think I’d be happy with Andrew McCarthy he looks like he’d go out of his way to please me.
Actually have been gravitating lately to more edgy boys like my beloved Alex, and unkempt boys with facial hair but real facial hair not that spray wispy crap that counts as a beard.
Anyways where was I? Oh yeah John Hughes, did you hear he died?
At work today decided to do overtime as I have to stockpile money for entertainment over the next few weeks (and also to try and fill the gaping hole known as my personal debt). It’s ok because it’s quiet here at work, I’m actually watching Breaking Bad on one of the many T.V.’s here at work and it’s too busy so can actually enjoy my day.
Splendour in the Grass was fantabulous even though I was sick and I got to see The Specials and The Happy Mondays right up near the front so I can almost die happy (need to tick off B52’s, New Order, Sufjan Stevens, The Cardigans, Fleetwood Mac, and Dolly Parton off my living musicians I need to see live list)
I think I’m going to make Coq Au Vin tonight, or sleep as I’ll be doing it all again tomorrow.
I got a package from here, and I'm ever so impressed, I got some wacky printed tanks and even a scratch and sniff one.
I'm also posting this picture as I want my brothers opinion of my new big arse black plastic glasses, I love them but as they say boys don't make passes at girls that wear glasses especially when she purchased them for the specific purpose of looking a bit more dorky.
I do really like the whole outfit today I feel like me but also slightly grownded up.
Now off to make buffalo wings and blue cheese ranch dressing
sigh work tommorrow on a Saturday.
I’m at work,
Today we are also having some sort of goodbye party for our manager, we have purchased a teddy bear which we have all signed, plus we have gotten him a blow up doll and some love beads for him.
At my old job we used to get the person leaving wine and flowers.
If you knew about my old job you would be laughing right now.
Am writing blog again, decided if I have time to go online have time to write inane crap about what I want, nobody reads this drivel, so I’m just going to store the brain overflow here
- I want another tattoo (something a little less sarcastic)
- I want to get my left nipple pierced
- I want to have a wedding (I don’t want to get married but I want an excuse to wear a white dress and have a multi story cake with a statue on it)
- I want a Chanel 2.55 (it’s a handbag peoples)
- I want to learn how to drive
- I want to stop everything work/ study related for three months and not ruin my life
- I want to go a whole week without wheat… without cheating on the occasional beer
- I want to go to Fuji Rock, Lollapalooza, and Glastonbury
- I want a leopard print dress that makes me look rootable
- I want to perfect my maple glazed pork belly recipe
- I want to start a degree and finish it without taking time off to make money to pay for a house I don’t even want
- I want to to sleep eight hours a night
- I want to read a novel a week again.
- I want to win a pub trivia jackpot
Isn’t he dreamy? He’s a food writer oh and he’s the lead singer of his own band… how bohemian!
Anyway I decided in January when I saw him live that I was going to marry him and after four and a bit months of restless nights I think I’m going to make it happen.
OK maybe not but if anyone knows anyone from Franz Ferdinand y’know drop them a message to pass onto Alex that Kimberly is ready and waiting.
At work daydreaming, Channel V is constantly looping Franz Ferdinand today (they play it at work constantly in the background) and it has triggered many Alex Kapranos fantasies.
I’ll soon be seeing some old friends…which makes me happy, super-hyper-mega happy
Loved ones are celebrating milestones, Mum turns 50 in a couple of weeks, friends are all turning 25
I’m happy I really am, I’m just really buggered, I’m drinking gallons of tea at work the caffeine does nothing only the sensation of a full bladder keeps me awake.
I’m obsessed with black dresses at the moment, my brain my eyes and my ears all twitch when I see a black dress that I like, which is insanely stupid I already own several black dresses and other black clothes
I’m an idiot
Ok I’m not an idiot, I just fee like one
Tomorrow I turn 25…
I’m excited because I get to see Deryn, I get to hangout with family and my loved ones and celebrate my most favourite thing of all… Me
I’m scared because I’m officially in my mid twenties, I’m out of the 18-24 tick box on dating websites and general market research, I’m out of the dating threshold of creepy sugar daddies (if I had a chance)
I’m petrified because every birthday is yet another reminder that I’m no more successful and just firmly establishing myself as another cog in the corporate machine, and I will still be here unless I can figure out a way to bail myself out of debt…
Oh well it could be worse I could be short
I need to get back to uni.
I do have the day off but I plan to spend most of it still