My Bad

You know how some people have faces that could stop traffic?

Turns out, not only do I stop traffic, I cause accidents by doing so!

Seriously, there I was, minding my own business, waiting to cross the road, when this lovely guy stops for me. So does the lovely lady behind him. Not so much the dopey guy behind her.

The woman lost her whole front bumper - it was impaled on the first guy's towbar. No-one was hurt thank god.

Luckily, I have the Scarlet Lady back now, and will never walk across a road again.

BIG! NEWS! PART! TWO!

(See Part One for some BlogHer-related excitment.)

Remember when I had my Last Class Ever? And then everyone was all, you'll be back. Well, they were right.

I'm doing Honours this year!

That sounds so damn smart and intelligent, I'm a little shocked they're letting me in.

So, who wants to write 10 000 words for me?

Happy New Year

Do you have ANY IDEA how hard it is to find a calendar in February?

And not even a nice calendar. Just a calendar full stop. Any calendar would be fine.

Ok, that's not true. Because I did eventually (and I mean seriously eventually, like, all over Marion eventually) find a couple of calendars. However, I am not into puppy, kitten, horse, or rose themed ones and therefore I almost had to go without.

The one I eventually bought? Scenes from Adelaide. How freaking not awesome. And yet, better than the $5 yachting calendar I could have had.

If Only

If my shift hadn't been changed I would have started at 9 instead of 12.
If I'd started at 9, I would have discovered the flat tyre in time to catch a bus or train.
If my shift hadn't been changed from eight hours to five it wouldn't have been forced to be none.
If I had known I would get the day off I would have gone to the basketball.
Grr.

BIG! NEWS!

OMG, I am so excited!

I feel like a crazy crazy-person who does crazy things. Two very exciting things today in fact. You can hear about one of them today and the other one next week if it pans out.

Guess what?! I booked my flights! I am officially flying to BlogHer!

Plus, I get to visit New Zealand. Or at least Auckland's airport. Which I'm sure is so different to all the other international airports I've been to. After all, it's in New Zealand.

I will be in San Francisco for six days, LA for three, Vegas for at least three, maybe five, or maybe two more days in SF.

Speaking of, does anyone want to come to Vegas with me? Seriously, it will be awesome, I promise. It's Vegas.

And finally, I recommend you do all your travelling while you're a student or before you're 26, because dude those are some expensive full-price tickets.

I need a ruler

So, I'm filling out one of those online application forms that I'm pretty sure goes straight into the spam folder, when I come to this:



"Achievements." Let's see.

ASS: I held down counter all by myself for a whole day while Counter Chick and Manager Guy were off enjoying themselves at the Big Day Out. I even managed to count the money right at the end of the night.

Darwin Childcare: I consistently put a kid to sleep who never ever wanted to go to sleep. I managed to convince a kid who never ever ate anything except sandwiches and hot chips that mashed potato was just like fries, here take a bite. I managed to think up a new hairstyle almost every day for the cutest kid in the world.

What is it that they're after, exactly?

Attn: Facecrack

Hey Facebook.

Here's a tip: if you have to create a button so people can delete their thousands of unwanted requests, maybe you should stop with this YOU MUST INVITE A BAJILLION FRIENDS BEFORE MIDNIGHT thing.



Ya think?

What's New?

Yeah so after all those moving posts, I kinda ran out of things to talk about. So we're going to manufacture something for ya.

I am in my new house. My new room is only missing a wardrobe and my clothes. Everything else is set up and colour co-ordinated. Oh, and I need to buy a big mirror. And a big photo frame so I can put lots of photos on my wall.

I have a shower with awesome water pressure. I feel like washing my hair every day just cos I know the water will get all the shampoo out if I do. (My hair does not like being washed every day, so I'm resisting the urge.)

I have cable. This is a bad thing. I planned my shopping trip yesterday so as to not interfere with Sabrina's wedding. Also going on: House is still a prick, Maddy does a decent musical bitch, and Elliott wears a lot of red lipstick to help her through her breast cancer. Maggie is about to die, Kim Possible saved the world again (as do Buffy, Angel, SG1, and the Halliwells) Jess crashed Rory's car, wacky magical hijinks ensued, Kate loves Dave, Luke loves Angie (so does Pete), Mickey loves Georgia, Mac hasn't met Harm yet, Meredith loves Derek no wait Derek's with Addison no wait he's with her sister. xoxo.

I'm working in childcare and at A Sports Store. This is fun. Mostly.

I haven't starved yet, and in fact have even cooked things. With ingredients. On the stove. Downside? Washing up. Oh yeah.

So, that's me. How you doing?

Tell Me

Borrowing this from Huckdoll.

In the comments: one word to describe me.

Go!

This post was brought to you by Ikea ...

... and my mad skillz with an allen key.

Aaaaand ... We're Back!

Back to the neverending move.

The main thing I did yesterday was put my shelf unit thing together:



And once more with all the sides on the right side and up the right way:



And all the movey goodness for your enjoyment:

Not so common

Let's take a break from all the moving crazy-talk, hey?

Common courtesy. Seriously, I am big on this. As should we all be.

If I am going through a door and a mum with a kid in a pram are going the other way, I will step out of their way. That's just polite.

You know what else is polite? A thank you, a smile, even a nod. That'd be nice.

A simple acknowledgement of the other people in "your" space.

Missy had her first dinner party ...

... and all you got was these lousy photos.




Rest assured there was pizza and garlic bread and ice-cream. It was yummy.

New House

Time: 6:50pm
Mood: Crazy excited

Hey guys! Guess where I am?

On my new wireless internet, in my new lounge rooom, in my new house!

There are pictures, but they are on my camera, and god knows where the cord is that would make them appear here.

Update:

Time: 11:41pm
Mood: Content

Tasks completed:
Wireless internet activated.
Bed put together. (Those little things aren't supposed to click in. Are they?)
Desk put together.
Chair put together.
Steak dinner cooked by housemate consumed.

See you in the morning for Round Two.

Almost Official

See below for the step-by-step process of making a bigger mess before kinda cleaning it up foisting my junk off on other people packing and moving.

Only a year or so behind the times

Approximately ten bajillion years ago, everyone decided it would be cool to show you what they had cluttering up their bag/purse things.

Aaaaaaaand Missy finally catches that train, ten bajillion years too late.

Here is my bag:



Here is my stuff:



Fascinating, no? (No. You're right. I understand.)

We have:
a stapler (yep, not sure myself)
directions to the Buckingham Arms, and to the Royal Oaks Hotel
movie tickets to The Golden Compass
scooter keys, Darwin house key, a Rubic's Cube keyring
a spark plug
a Daim lolly thing
four dollars and ten cents in change
two cards from bloggy-type people
five bus tickets
the tag from my new top
cherry chapstick
my wallet
three pens, a rubber band, Anais's pen that I am yet to post
reciepts from Ikea and Dan Murphy's
a headband, a comb
lipgloss
a lid from ... yeah, I got nothing.

Tomorrow I'm going to be rocking an eye patch and a wand. Cos I'm down with what's up, ya dig?

Because a random flashback is better than another whinge

So there was this girl in my class. Who was on the large size. We'll call her Chip.

Anyway, one day this other girl, who we'll call Flea, had gone out of the classroom for some reason. So had Chip, for another reason.

Flea comes back, and quietly shuts the door behind her.

While she's standing in the doorway quietly shutting the door, unbeknownst to Flea but beknownst to everyone else in the classroom, Chip comes up behind her. Flea continues shutting the door, essentially in Chip's face, but not on purpose because her back is to the door.

"Oops, sorry Chip, I didn't see you there."

The class cracks up because, duh, Chip is large and we are teenagers, so this is hilarious.

The end. I have no idea why I remembered this today, or why this is such a strong memory, but there you go.

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Man, people were annoying today.

I'm talking about annoying manager-type people who think it's ok to tell customers I'll put that through for them when I'm already on the phone and serving the original customer he was too slack to serve.

I'm talking about annoying manager-type people who ask me over and over again if I'm finished a task which hello, was started because I was bored, is not urgent, and has nothing at all to do with you.

I'm talking about annoying co-worker-type people who think it's ok to have fifty "bathroom" breaks a day, leaving me all alone with no-one in the world to help me. (Poor me.)

I'm talking about annoying car-driver-type people who yell at me to turn off my (unturnoffable) light then give me the finger. Repeatedly.

Luckily I can ride and flip someone off at the same time.

The Boogie Board Saga

Today I was tasked with finding two boogie boards, the same (particular) size, but in two different colours.

I was planning to try and get the both from one store, but if that didn't work, get one from one and one from another. And if I couldn't get that exact size, I was allowed to get one bigger. All good, right?

Wrong.

No-one in the whole of Adelaide had either of the two sizes I wanted. They had smaller, and they had larger, but that didn't help me because (a) they didn't want those sizes and (b) we had those sizes anyway.

Eventually, we decided that the size up would be ok, but of course, we only had one of them, and we needed two.

So, I started calling every single freaking store all over again.

Luckily, I managed to get one reasonably quickly, they promised to hold it, making me fall in love with them, and I went to Subway to buy celebratory cookies.

BUT THEN: they called back and said oops, wrong one. So I told them it was over between us. It's not me, it's YOU. You and your WRONG BOOGIE BOARD. And I'M going to eat ALL THE COOKIES.

So I went back to the phone YET AGAIN oh my lord.

Finally, FINALLY, I tracked down the right one, the right size, the right colour AND the right price, and organised a transfer.

That was my freaking awesomely good deed for the day, and my karma should be golden from now on.