The Cool Person's Convention

Two things I learnt this weekend

The first thing: Victoria Poon. Potentially the best name of an Olympic athlete yet.

The second thing: That after four years of taking French lessons, I remember sweet shit all.

Firstly, major OMG and secondly, who I want to be

Okay, first of I must OMG, I got the pretty bus driver yesterday. OMG.

Secondly, I have decided on my fictional characters that I would want to be.

Female: I’d have to be Jenny Shepard on NCIS. She’s a ginge which makes her automatically cool. And she has nice clothes.

Male: Atticus Finch. Who wouldn’t want to be an adorable lawyer portrayed by a semi-cute actor (until he got old, then he wasn’t so cute) in the film version?  

It's probably for the best, you know.

I had several dreams last night. The first was about being down the post office in England and they sold bread.

The second was about walking from Woden to home. Now, I’ve done it once before and I’m sure it took longer than five minutes.

The third once was about being Director at some crime fighting department (I think I’ve been watching too much NCIS) and when I woke up I came to the conclusion that I would suck doing that job. I’ll tell you why, there I was being all kick arse and generally great, and then pretty people started walking in and I went all, “Abjkfbdsjiglnshgbfhksbgfhksgdsjvbshgp.” So the moral of the story is, “I shouldn’t be a crime fighter because as soon as someone pretty walks in I’ll turn into a heap of goo.”

One more week of the holidays. And I’ve done none of the stuff I said I would. Well, tell a lie, I read a book, but Hugh was home with the flu, so we sat on the settee and watched ‘Black Books’, and, ’NCIS’. *is super cool* So this week, I’m gonna do all the stuff I said I would so I won’t be all, “I really need to do that”…next year.   

Itchy ear and sore jaw

This has got to be the most posts I’ve done in one single day. Maybe even a  single week. Which goes to show how boring the holidays are.

I had the urge to take up photography last night. And drawing. I don’t know why seeing as I’m creatively challenged. So instead of trying to draw tragically or take photos with my shitty camera I have decided that I will write these holidays. I will write something these holidays. As well as all those letters that I have been meaning to write all this time ^_^ 

My jaw hurts too. And my face has only just come back to planet reality. Bloody dentist numbing my face so he can stick tubes in my mouth and drill the crap out of my teeth. And I have to go back next week for him to do the other side >_< But at least I get an excuse to drink tea through a straw, lay on the couch in my pyjamas and drool whilst watching movies. YAY!!!!

And I have decided 12:00 is a stupid time to issue reports out. Only because ACTION has stuffed up the timetables and I have to catch an earlier bus. >_< *is a sook*

Not epic fail...

College is definitely growing on me. At college, they recognise that no one does any work in the last two weeks of semester and then say, “Have those weeks off…but come in for exams and to get your next clases” YAY!!!! for them. And Yay!!! for not epically failing on my History essay that I did the night before ^_^  

I saw Rita today. She’s working at the ANU library…if anyone cares.

I’ve just realised that some people have really, really, really, really pretty eyes. I should look people in the eye more often when they talk to me.

And I got the classes I wanted next semester and the lines off. Now I can laugh at Hugh because he was all, “Nah, they generally switch it all around, you won’t get the classes you want. I never did.” And he was epically wrong. Kim for the win….speaking of Hugh, his boss’s house smells nice.

I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. Crazy dentist man wants to freeze half my face so he can epically drill down into my wisdom teeth. Then I have to go back the following week to get the other half done. Not cool.  

And yes, I will upload the Hitler picture onto Facebook for all to see.   

It's times like these when we don't learn to love again

I have just realised why people call me scary, angry and intimidating. It’s taken me all this time, maybe it’s been years, but I have finally realised as I sit here banging my keyboard up and down in frustration, whilst I try to finish off the script and write my rationale.
 

Somehow, I knew this would happen.