C'est Misérable

 

We watched Les Mis' the other night.

It was okay. I still prefer the French one with Gerard Depardieu. 

The new one isn't bad.. It's just.. I dunno..

Jean Valjean ticked me off a bit. 

I'm not sure what it was about him.

It wasn't his name. I went to school with a Patrick Fitzpatrick. I'm not in the slight bothered with matching first name/sir names. 

It wasn't that he went from being destitute to being the reasonably wealthy mayor within eight years with out telling me how he did it. I was happy for him. Really.

I just can't quite pinpoint what it was. I think I'm going to blame Hugh Jackman.

David seemed to enjoy it though.

Another election year

So I've mostly considered my self a sort of "inbetweener" kind of voter.
I'm not one of those tree- huggin'-click-like-to-show-your-respect bleeding heart kinds, but neither am I one of those southern-cross-tattooed-fuck-off-we're-full types either.
I'm like a lot of Australians and I'm all about a fair go.

I don't know if you've noticed, but our two party system of government isn't really two parties. It's more like one party split into two sections;

Self serving conservatives

& Conflicted hypocrites 

Our Labor party has become our old Liberal Party and our Liberal/National Party has become a bunch of crazy arsehats. And then there's this guy:

Who - as scary as it sounds - feels like - despite his disgusting views on the LGBT community - he is actually one of the last ones left who really does get out there and represent the people who voted for him.

It's just a shame that the top of Queensland is filled with rednecks.

2013 is another election year.

I don't want to make it another year of sitting back and complaining that I don't have anyone to vote for.
Sure, last time I certainly knew who not to vote for, and sure, last time I got all hyped up about the prospect of a fellow ginger lady running the country -  to the point where I ignored the things that I really didn't like about her and drew pictures of us being BFFs.
I'm also pretty sure I wasn't the only one up, pointing at the screen, screaming "fuck yeah!" during the deservingly famous "Misogyny Speech."
But my fellow ginger lady has screwed me over.
From the dumping of single parents on to new start before their child is old enough to take care of them self, to the allowing of the mining companies to design their own tax, to the most recent vile decision - continuing to allow religious run institutions (charities, schools, aged care facilities, etc) discriminate against workers whose personal lives do not fit into their archaic vision of how. things. should. be.

This year I'm going to get a little louder.
I think, if you give a care, you should get a little louder too.

Let's do more than talk about it.

Rat Rooting

Did you know that I receive more crap as an adult for having red hair than I ever did as a child?

It's true.

It really gets me down.

I've drawn you up an analogy to illustrate exactly what it does to me:

It's devastating. 

You've made it

It's midday Wednesday and I'm currently standing naked in my kitchen eating chocolate pudding.

If life is some sort of ultimate championship; I'm pretty sure I've just won it.

Hunter

You were just leaving?

Updated!

So, I've been asked what happened to my blog.

Nothing happened to it.
It's been sitting here all along, I just haven't put anything on it.

Why?

Uhmm... Probably laziness and a lack of interesting stories to tell.
I promise* to pick up my act a bit from now on.

Still friends?

Good.






* Lie

A Day in the Life of

I'm blogging from work today.

I wonder if there's any policy about that?
I'll go check.

I looked under B for Blogging, there was nothing there. Must be fine.

It's 10am and I've run out of work to... Oh wait, Gerrard the delivery guy is on his way in.
I'll be back in a second.


I'm back. It's now 10:27am
I'm trying very hard not to think about my sociology exam this afternoon.
I'm hoping for a heap of questions on social theories and very little on globalisation or urbanisation.

It's now 10:40am. The music in this shop is awful! Did you know that there is a person in Melbourne whose sole job is to put together these mix CDs? Yep, it's true.
One song sounds like someone has just hit the demo button on an old Cassio.
I wish someone would fire this person already.

It's now 11:16am. I've just checked the policies and procedures manual. I am under no circumstances allowed to play my own chioce of music at work.
I don't really understand why not, I mean, maybe if the last elderly lady who walked in here, rather than hearing some boring guy squark on about love, had of heard Trent Reznor growling about how he wants to fuck her like an animal and how he wants to feel her from the inside, just maybe she would have felt pretty good and just maybe wouldn't have blamed me for that jacket not fitting properly.

It's 11:36am!
My legs feel like steel right now.
I've moved house again, so I've had to find a new walking/jogging route.
A friend suggested Willins Hill via Beauty Point rd.
I accepted that challenge.
For those unfamiliar with Wagga, Beauty Point Rd is almost vertical.
The feeling you get from climbing that thing is somewhere between knowing that you're alive and wishing that you were dead.
I'm going climb it again after my exam today just because I like to punish myself.
I get off on that sorta shit.


It's 12:05pm and my coffee's gone cold.

It's now 12:17pm and there is woman sitting out side the shop staring at me.
I'm feeling very self conscious, so i've started looking up at the computer every few seconds so that it looks like I'm using the calculator and I'm hard at work.

12:27pm.
I've run out of things to clean.


12:36pm and the staring woman has come into the shop looked at some scarves and walked out.


It's now 1:25pm. My exam starts in 35 mins. I'm shoveling left over Indian food into my face. QUICK define Agency!


1:29pm 
Agency can be described as the ability of an individual to shape and influence their own lives and place in society.
I wasn't going to have one... but stuff it, I'm nervous. I'm going to roll a smoke.
I'm down to two a day. Don't judge me!


4:01pm
Exam is over. The next time I need to write an 800 word paper, I'm going to lock myself in an empty room for two hours. That worked a treat!

5:53pm oooo! Dinner at the Tolland tonight then off to the Thirsty Crow to get my drink on. It's been a very long time.
(Not too much of a drink on, though. Not when I have to open the shop in the morning.)


7:05pm and I've won the meat pack at the Tolland! 
Yesssss!


Well, it's 8:23pm and I'm waiting to hear if any of my friends are still planning on going out tonight. I'd really like to go out and have a drink. It's been.. um... well, the last time I went out for a drink with friends was the end of March. 
Hurry up and text, people!
On a different note, I was driving home from my exam today and saw a kid who looked exactly like the 16 year old, male version of me. 
Oh dad, you rascal.

So, now it's 8:54 and I've decided not to go out as I have only $17 to last the fortnight. Ouch!  
At least my car is now registered.
Thank goodness for the meat pack!! 
Time to look for a night job!


9:13pm. Just taught my landlord the word "Dongle "


9:42pm. I'm laying in bed with my computer, Internet stalking one of my friends - with permission of course. (Found your old MySpace page!)


It's 11:41pm. It's almost Saturday. I'm drifting in and out of sleep. Gotta open the shop in the morning, better get out of my work clothes and go to bed.

None of that pretend woman around here

Tentacle Threads asked if they could use my profile pic (Taken by the one and only, Rory Madigan) on their fan page:

That's right, people.

I'm A Real Woman

(All the Tentacle Threads models must be robots or something. I was pretty convinced that they were all real women also, but I guess I'm easy fooled.)