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Yes, Ligwa, i got your comments. As far as i know i should be having the 'net in South Africa...and Wales...and if not, I will PHYSICALLY write letters. Also, I'll do my best to keep my blog updated...just because (if I'm busy) I'll be able to talk to more people at once! Yay!

The weather sucks. I woke up at two-thirty and had to close my window because it was so loud. Now for me, that's an interesting thing. I rarely wake up in the middle of the night...I was seriously considering phoning in and saying i wasn't going to be in: the weather was just that bad. I feared for my life as i was driving. Not a good thing, eh? That would, however, throw off my fabulously orchastrated plan for the rest of the day. And what's a day without plans? I'll tell you what: better than today. Bah. I got nothin'.

Lisa went to Futon a few days ago. Made me all nostalgic and "aww - Futon!". So yesterday I decided to re-read all the Flames and reviews and stuff...and lo and behold I found a new comment from "Someone who hates this site." I was kind of offended, then i read the comment. HAD to be Hamsy. Only she could be that stupid. (Remember the ass hitting the door joke? How she said "it's door -->ass" or something? Same vein.) Only Harmony/Amy M./ Charlotte Fanel would show her ignorance in such an appalling way. Oh, and funny thing. I went and checked gostats. Yeah, every visitor we've had over the last little while was bookmarked. Meaning? Hamsy bookmarked us. Moron.

More Boredom
You know the new Xtina video? Yeeeaah. Weird. You can tell she's lip-synching, and it's like crack whore meets pop-princess in a battle to the death - while wearing clingy negligee! Who will win? It's a tough call, but ultimately crack whore has the advantage: they're battling in her territory. Stupid Xtina. Picking fights with other pop-stars. Don't they know they should stick together? but whatever. Catfights on the red carpet are interesting to watch.

And all of a sudden...
It's friday. Officially TEN MORE DAYS! YAY! Well, it's actually 11 if you count today. Which you probably should, seeing as it's only just begun.

And if I dare say so myself...
People are always nicer to you if you wear a skirt. Seriously. At the gas station this morning the guy (who shall remain nameless) was twice as polite as those days where i wear pants. I dunno. Granted, I've had five BILLION more compliments in the last hour than in the last 6 weeks. Makes me wonder......wearing my spikes today. I'm just ASKING for trouble.

And so...
We reach the end. Officially I've got 10 more days: two more weeks. Life is looking uo -!

Ta!

oh Yeah
And, even though I had not asked for it...one of the ladies this morning prayed that i might find a 'Godly mate'. Seriously. Those words exactly. Now, I know that that is the hope of like, every good little christian girl...but it just struck me as kind of inappropriate that she say that. I'm 18. But I suppose the gesture was nice, even if it was difficult not to burst out laughing.

...Cause that's all I want in life.

...'Sides - sometimes the un-Godly are just cooler. :P

Deck the Halls...
Every year at work there is a massive decorating competition, which always results in a massive overhaul of the basic office into different sections. Apparently this year there are only two departments going all out and I, lucky I, am in one of them. The tekkie in me cries out, begging for a better production - you know how well we could have done -?! But (alas) though good, Whoville is not great. Yes, Whoville. They renamed us. Put garlands everywhere. Hung decorations and gave us all 'occupations'. I am now the proud owner of a cubicle toy shop. At least I can do that: no one I know has more toys than my family. So. Despite feeling kinda weirded out at being called "Suave Sarah Ripple-Blue Who" I'm enjoying myself. Decorating really does make me feel a little more Christmas-y. Much fun. Let the rhyming begin-!

The O.C. sucked last night. The *big* twist was that Lukes' - homophobe Lukes' - father was caught making out with another guy. Shocked? No. Not really. I barely even raised an eyebrow. I was sitting there watching it and Luke says "We can go use my Dad's lazer printer at work". Well what on earth else was going to happen? Bah. Could we be any more obvious? Then at the end all four of them (Ryan, Marissa, Luke and Seth) are standing in a line, staring at the school. The dialogue is as follows:
Luke: Maybe I could go to the beach and let it all blow over.
Ryan: Naw, man, I'm still the kid from Chino who burnt down a house.
Marissa: And I'm still the girl who tried to kill herself at TJ.
Seth: And I'm still...well...Seth Cohen.
Luke: This is gonna suck.

And (triumphant music blaring) the four courageously march into the school. Except that Luke walkes funny. Like...well, nevermind. Those of you who are like-minded will catch on. :P

I found the strangest blog yesterday. It's about a guy who was 'transplanted' into another persons' body. And he swears that it's real. I don't know what to make of it- I mean...yeah. Like, he started to weblog for his friends...but the person who stole his body said "don't tell anyone". And there he is, faithfully chronicalling every single day. I dunno. Go here to see whats up. It's an interesting read, to say the least....

Anyhow (or perhaps anywho? BAdum-chh!) Nothing else really happened. Taek was fun. I like Red Tiger Martial Arts. It's a good school. :P Actually, I was used as the victim (attacker) yesterday in self-defense. I kept getting thrown down onto my back. The first few times it was okay...but I felt a little rattled after. See? Where ELSE could I get FULLY beat up and enjoy it? lol.

ta for now.

Afterlife as an Angel by childdoll
Your Name
Astrological Sign
Angel Type	Fallen Angel
Wing Color	Sea foam green
Heavenly Weapon	Bow and arrows
Created with quill18's MemeGen!

...Interesting, no?

FUTON!

MENTION! Someone came across Futon and linked to us from the ficbitches! you know what that means?! Someone actually reads futon!! ...Or at least, did. But wow! Of course, it could always be someone we know - but still! yay!

...Perhaps futon should rise again?

:D :D :D

Fuck Blogger
I HAD a post. It got deleted. *sighs*

Probably all for the best: not exactly a thrilling entry...

And don't worry, weblog...I still love you...

I think my job is slowly sucking my soul out of my body, leaving me alone and helpless - a small shell of a human being... Can you tell it's been a bad week so far? I mean, when the only people you talk to are grouchy, angry people who are self-righteous in every fucking thing they do....
Actually, i shouldn't say that. The nicest people here are the ones that actually stop and say hi in the mornings - the ones who make me feel like they give a damn. Unfortunately, whether or not you're a kind and good person has very little to do with religion - if it did, this place should be filled with the nicest people in the world.

Ack. Shouldn't rant. Shouldn't rant about my job - at least I have one, right? I know I've got it pretty easy compared to a lot of people...*sighs*

Don't like the turn this is taking. Maybe more later.

ta

Some Pallendromes for you

---No, Mel Gibson is a casino's big lemon.

---On a clover, if alive, erupts a vast, pure evil; a fire volcano.

And a final, impressive one...
---Do good? I? No! Evil anon I deliver. I maim nine more hero-men in Saginaw, sanitary sword a-tuck, Carol, I -- lo! -- rack, cut a drowsy rat in Aswan. I gas nine more hero-men in Miami. Reviled, I (Nona) live on. I do, O God!


ta

....uhhh....
As of late I've been getting more and more strangers emailing me, asking for a 'date'. Most of them are women. Who'm I kidding: ALL of them are women. I think most of it is spam, but the ones with beautiful, poetic titles kind of throw me off.

Sorry,[random name], I don't swing that way...

The logic of all my dreams...
Another day, another 47cents...yuck. Actually, I felt okay waking up today. I went to bed *early* and slept very, very soundly until 6. Six is such an ungodly hour. There should be no time before 7. 7 earliest. Nothing really happened yesterday (being Monday). I went to TaeKwonDo and i THINK i hurt my ankle (as in, it hurts, but not badly. Mild sprain, perhaps?). He was sort of ignoring me (but not really. And the thing that frustrates me the most is that I'm supposed to be past this. And the more people I talk to tell me that it doesn't get any better. At all. Ever.)
Then Kora met me at the church gym, where we set out to go to BBL study, but decided to skip it. I didn't feel like being nice, happy or focussed. And Rabbit had had a bad day...and there is no feeling worse than being somewhere when you want to be somewhere else with all your heart.
Like me being here right now, when all i want to do is SLEEP.
We then went back to the church to go get Lisa, but mum was already there, and we just...stood for awhile. On the plus side K got to see the guy in the adult class who looks a little like Christian Bale with dark hair. And the guy (even though technically....but please note that i'm NOT saying names - the internet is a very, very small place. I don't want to embarrass myself unduly. If you want to know...just ask!)

Oh yeah. Grant brought in his puppy (sketch) to work. She is a tiny, wobbly absolutely darling little Jack Russell. Makes me wish I had a puppy that wasn't so big and stupid. (You know I'm kidding. Anybody who's been to my house HAS to admit that it wouldn't be home without Domino) So there. The highlights of a routine, boring monday. Which, even though it WAS routine and boring and all that...still left me all tied up in knots.

ugh. but still - life's okay.

ta

Weekends are...
wonderful. I had a wonderful weekend, filled with some old friends and some new ones. It's hard to beat that, y'know. :) Friday I went to the mall and bought my sisters Christmas gift. Yes, i caved. Christmas season is officially OPEN. Then i went to 'open training' and began to work on my green and red stripes (self defense, and something else that takes way too long to explain). One of the self-defense moves involves having the 'attacker' in a rather...close proximity. It's a weird feeling, being thisclose to a guy you don't really know...but it was kind of fun, too. >_< I did my best to cover my discomfort but failed miserably when i accidentally kneed him in the groin.
...We can never do more than our best...
At the end of the evening I decided i was going to go to the nun-chaku seminar...mostly because these guys said they could give me a ride, and i had nothing ELSE to do(plus i kinda like one of them...). I went home, changed then went to Robears house (w/Rabbit and Tarr) and we rentedThe Santa Clause 2, which is by far the WORST movie ever. Still, that was my second time seeing it, and I shouldn't complain: I was the only one in the group who actually WANTED to watch it again. :D I have such wonderful friends. rob slipped up and told me 104.9 is a Christmas radio station now. mwaha. Let the evil begin.

Went to bed/slept around 1am. I still really can't figure out what i did from 12AM until then...but it ended in sleep regardless. Woke up Saturday at 9:30 (I had a complete moment and set my clock a half an hour later than i should have) and got ready to go to the seminar. The guys were picking me up at 10:30(ish). We got lost going there (surprised? No. I rather expected it), had a humbling/interesting seminar and went home. Slept until 7, when a bunch of us (being family + Rabbit) went to BP. got sick from the food.

Sunday SUCKED. Actually, it was just boring. Church, play rehersal (i regret joining THAT thing, that's for sure) and home again only to sleep more and more. Yes, at 6PM i was incoherant and by 7 i was asleep. So there ya go. A weekend in a nutshell.

Not to mention a really, really boring entry. I'm debating seeing if i can 'terminate' my work contract a week early - giving myself some time to recuperate and relax...not to mention LOUNGE before my Exodus.
And i pose two questions:
1)Should i quit early?
2)why don't guys pick up subtle hints/signals?

Ta for now :)