I Steal Things From Skips - September 13th 2008
Filed under Uncategorized 5:53 pm || Comments (7)I have a new job. Hurrah.
I’m officially no longer a shoe whore and am now a book whore, which sounds a lot less slutty on the whole. How disappointing. I’m working in a bookshop, as of this week and it really is a lovely job, nice people, easy sort of deal, I like it.
Only problem is I’m going to buy them out of books on politics, but never mind.
The election was the single most awesome day of 2008. It beats seeing Death Cab [which is a huge deal] because unlike the previously mentioned, I got to hang with all the celebrities of the night. Because I got involved through my local member of parliament’s office, all the people there know me, and we got to hang out and do all electionish things together, and it was really just so awesome. I may be a complete politics nerd, but I love that I can be involved and get out there and do something.
Plus, I was in charge of taking down all the signage for the party, any kind of propaganda for our candidate, so it’s all still in my car. Unlike the last election when me and my beat friend had to sneakily steal signs from a skip [woo for us] I just got to take them, and now I’m driving around with them in my boot.
Yay for democracy.
Now if only they’d hurry up and announce the result.
Uni is a pain in the bum. Just don’t go. Drop out and drink coffee all your life and get an incredibly fulfilling job as a public toilet cleaner.
It has to be better than this 
Lots of love.
Electioning - September 5th 2008
Filed under Uncategorized 12:53 am || Comments (13)I can’t sleep. And it is for the most stupid reason, mostly relating to excitement, because I found out of print books I’ve been looking for for years on ebay, and now I’m beside myself.
Have I mentioned I’m a bit of a nerd?
But that’s alright I have in fact got a new layout and a new job and all these other life upheavaling things, so all is looking up at the moment.
In other, very important news, the state election is all the go here this weekend. I’m one of those ridiculously stereotypical uni students who’s overly outspoken about their political views, so I’m off to help out a local candidate by flaunting myself in the name of politics. It’s a community service I tell you. Here’s hoping my team win this time around, seeing as the last election for me was hardly a resounding success.
More interesting bloggage later
Hey, I died [and you probably don’t care] - August 26th 2008
Filed under Uncategorized 12:45 pm || Comments (12)Current Mood:
Happy
I know. I know. I actually, literally died.
Well not, as in, went to the other side, had a funeral, people crying, wearing a lot of black.
But yes, I have not been active online in 6 months.
Good lord that is a long time.
It’s very hard to recap 6 months of you life and make it funny. I’ve started uni since I last posted, I’ve actually made it through one whole coffee laden semester, lets damn all universities with six coffee-selling outlets on campus to hell. I’m a junkie and it’s not even my fault. I did alright for myself uni-wise, I got a full scholarship, which makes me the epitome of uni bum, because I get money off of people who don’t even know who I am, just cause. And I’m not even the welfare type, I have a job.
Come to think of it, I need a new job, but that’s another story.
I’ve also pulled through the first six months pretty alright, wrangled my way onto the Vice Chancellor’s list for being in the top 1% of students, which just makes me uber nerd on the tertiary stage. I’m even doing a maths degree, which essentially means that when you think of me, you’re going to see glasses [check, at least some of the time], a pathetic video game addiction [not check, thank the lord] and a nerdy penchant to laugh at maths jokes [definitely check. LOL, wikipedia maths jokes. I laughed for hours].
Please have sympathy on the poor girl who just likes calculus.
In other news, I have bought a car. It’s a typical girl car but for me, the terrible, somewhat slow, one-month new driver, it is pretty awesome. Because yes, the crazy weird people at the licensing centre decided that I should be allowed to drive on the roads on my own. I don’t know what they were thinking either, but I was at least please I could fool somebody. I’ll probably end up like one of my friends that got a $50 fine for going to slow anyway.
And finally, last week I saw Death Cab For Cutie live. I can now say [unless you have also seen them live] that I am cooler than you. It was the most amazing thing ever. That is all I have to say, now that I have made my post slightly more interesting I’m off to eat sugar free Life Savers a friend brought me from the States. You people in the US don’t know how lucky you are, they’re the most goddamn amazing things.
Socks, stars and other fairy stories. - February 20th 2008
Filed under Uncategorized 9:17 pm || Comments (144)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 
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