I have a great idea for getting into shape in 2007 - triathlon training!
It's perfect! I used to love riding my bike as a teenager, I enjoy swimming, I like running, and I get bored easily so being able to switch between three different fitness activities will keep me interested. I've been checking out a few sites about how to start easing my way into it, and have found quite a few clubs around Melbourne that I could join once I'm fit enough.
A great plan, yes?
I like to think so, but my friends have pointed out a few minor flaws.
- I don't have a bike
- I don't have running shoes
- When swimming in the ocean I refuse to go deeper than my knees because I'm convinced I'll be eated by a shark
I had a fabulous time last night.
Once a month the Melbourne Goth Forum organises a pub meet-up and for once I was able to go. Naturally work called me on my way there (at 7:45pm - who the hell is still at work at 7:45pm!?) and asked me to come in today. I said yes, being more desperate for money than booze - which really just goes to show how broke I am. Good little me stayed for only two beers so that I didn't have to deal with a hangover today and came home incredibly early to get a good night's sleep. Luckily it worked - I don't have a hangover. No, I have a bloody migraine instead. So I can't go to work, but I get none of that guilty pleasure of knowing it was because of a big night last night. So no fun night out, no pay cheque today. Shit. And my head hurts. This is what happens when you stay sober, kids. Don't do it.
How do you take your tea or coffee?
Submitted by Vasquez.
If I'm having tea it has to be Twinings Earl Grey or Lady Grey tea (for some reason I don't like the taste of other types and brands of black tea), herbal tea or green tea. If it's the former then it's strong with soy milk and a half a tablet of stevia (for those who have never heard of it, stevia is a natural sweetener with no carbs, no calories and no effect on the blood sugar making it perfect for diabetics and dieters). If it's green tea or herbal tea I have it strong and straight. I found the easiest way to get used to the taste of green tea is to start off drinking it incredibly weak so that it barely flavours the hot water, then slowly build up the strength of the tea as you get used to it.
For coffee I only drink instant (for some reason real coffee makes me feel ill and cranky). Again it's with soy milk and half a tablet of stevia.
This is bloody ridiculous. It was as hot as hell this afternoon, 35 degrees, and I had to go walking down the street for an hour to drop off more job applications and buy some Christmas prezzies. Now that it is evening and the sun set hours ago I want to go shopping for Berocca and wonton skins (to take up to Mum when I go there for Xmas). So I thought I should check how much the temperature has dropped since 4pm before deciding what to wear.
Here's how much it's dropped.
I still want to go for a walk because I need the exercise to lose weight. I guess I could look on the upside and think of it more as a sauna to sweat off the pounds. But I'll still be pissed off.
ETA: It's nearly 3am and it's still 28 degrees celsius. If it weren't for cheap red cask wine I couldn't cope with this since there's no damn way I'm going to be able to sleep tonight without an induced alcoholic coma being involved.
I love Doctor Who and I love Dead Ringers. Here is what happens when the two collide. Enjoy!
I don't think I've posted a meme yet. I nicked this one from LeendaDLL who got it from Arbed.
What’s your name spelled backward?
Nosila. Yuck. Never seen that before. Looks like a brand of nasal spray.Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery?
No. Should I? Or is this a campaign by kinky 9 volt batteries to get their dirty pleasure from gullible young bloggers?Last time you swam in a pool?
Ooh. I think it was Christmas 2004.Type of music you dislike most?
Pop ballads. And anything featured on Australian Idol.Do you have cable?
Yes. Not for long though. It gets shut off on New Years Eve. Happy f*cking new year to you too, Foxtel. :-(Ever made a prank phone call?
No.Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?
Neither, unless I needed to get behind enemy lines because the fate of the free world rested on my shoulders. I'm hoping that scenario doesn't pop up any time soon because if it does, quite frankly, we're rooted.Chips or popcorn?
Chips. Too many chips. Which is why I should opt for 'losing 20 kg' rather than either chips or popcorn.Have you ever smoked peanut shells?
Ummm. No. And now more than ever I'm glad I quit smoking otherwise in a drunken haze I may just have tried it.Orange juice or apple?
Neither. Pineapple all the way.Have you ever won a trophy?
Yes, when I was much, much younger and much, much more talented I won trophies for playing the flute and martial arts. Not at the same time, though. I don't think you would win a trophy for that. You'd just end up on YouTube.Ever ordered from an infomercial?
No.Ever thrown up in public?
Hell yeah. Had throwing up in public been an Olympic sport I could have puked for Australia in my early twenties.Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love?
Haha! Got you there! I've already got my true love! So now I'm guessing I can pick being a millionaire. So where's my millions, Vox?Where would you like to go right now?
Shopping. But I have no money. At least until Vox coughs up my millions.Ever spin around in circles until you got so dizzy you fell?
Activities like this are usually preceded by vast quantities of alcohol and followed by question 13. So the answer is, 'yes', with a qualifying, 'not deliberately, though'.What's the most comfortable thing you own?
A bed.Have you ever stolen a sign from a street?
No.What was the last thing you were thinking about?
"Have I ever stolen a sign from a street?"Is the moon out right now?
AFAIK it's always out there somewhere. Lurking up there. Watching us. Hoping to catch up masterbating.What's one of your weird quirks that nobody really understands?
One? Bloody hell. Can I just say "everything I ever do, ever did, and chances are ever will do"? If I had to pick one, though, it would be my constant hand washing. Except that everyone understands why I do it. My understanding is that it lowers the risk of catching colds because the common cold virus is more commonly spread through touch than air-born transmission. Everyone else's understanding is that I'm f*cking nuts with a borderline obsessive compulsive disorder. Who knows? Maybe we can all be right.Ever thought about why grass is green?
Chlorophyll. Never ask a geek a science question and expect a poetic answer.Can you build a detailed sand castle?
If you find me some detailed sand I'm sure I could give it a go.What's one of your favorite possessions?
My computer.Do you like to sleep?
Very much so. It's my second favourite bedtime activity.Is your bed comfortable?
ALL beds are comfortable if you're tired enough.What's the most awkward thing that happened to you in public?
Being told the back of my dress was unzipped and everyone could see my knickers. After a half hour train ride and lengthy walk to work not noticing a slight breeze around my posterior.Who's the last person that freaked you out?
My sister. But that's a regular occurance .How come macaroni and cheese is so good?
Probably because I can't have it. Damn you restrictivie vegan diet!Is pink the new black?
I dream of a world where pink and black can coexist without tension or competition. So I'll say 'brown' in the hopes that they will both form a pact and hunt down this hideous colour and kill it. Kill it good.What thought made you cry last?
Bunnies. Bunnies always make me cry. Damn you bunnies. (Oh shit, I'm going to cry now)
Show us a video that cracks you up.
I've just seen my first huntsman of the season and I'm very freaked out and pissed off.
To give a bit of a background, I am incredibly arachnophobic. Well, probably not so much 'incredibly' compared to arachnophobes in other countries. I imagine they have the luxury of freaking out over tiny little spiders that are virtually undetectable to the naked eye. I'm actually okay with little spiders, but that's only because we have to put up with far nastier critters in Australia: huntsmen, red backed spiders, white tailed spiders, wolf spiders, trap door spiders... the list goes on. So it's not so much a phobia as a natural life-preserving reaction to reality.
A couple of years ago in Summer (spider season) I saw a large hunstman outside the kitchen window.
Since it was safely on the other side of a pane of glass I took a photo of it and didn't think much more about it - until later when I noticed the kitchen window was open. We have casement windows with fly-wire on the inside so it wouldn't be hard for a spider to get in if the window wasn't shut firmly. I looked around to see if I could see the spider. No. I looked on the fly wire itself. No spider. So I quickly opened the fly-wire screen, grabbed the handle and pulled as fast as I could. The window got stuck. I kept pulling, thinking the heat had swelled the wood. Not so. I looked up to see four horrible hairy legs wiggling madly as I had crushed half of this enormous spider in the window. I think they were death spasms, though, because by the time my boyf checked what the hell had made me freak out and run screaming through the flat it was well and truly dead.
Needless to say the window stays firmly closed at night now.
The problem is I got up this morning to find a bloody huntsman between the closed window and the fly-wire screen. So either it crawled in yesterday afternoon, or they can get through the cracks of the window now. I haven't taken a photo of it, because it's currently drenched in bug spray and quite, quite dead (I know vegans aren't supposed to kill living things but it's a f*cking HUGE SPIDER! I'm sure even Gandhi would have smacked it with his sandal if he'd seen it.)
Even closed windows don't keep the buggers out now. I'll never feel safe again.
Well I dropped off ten resumes in Windsor, Prahran and South Yarra today at any place that would potentially have me. Everything from bookshops to bakeries and even bloody KFC (this shows how desperate for work I am as I'm a vegan). What's the bet that none of the buggers call me back? Even the one that had 'help wanted' on the counter?
I'm getting sick of being unemployed. Been there, done that, years ago when I first dropped out of uni. Back then it was utterly disenheartening being knocked back as I was young, foolish and actually thought that applying for a job you were qualified for gave you a good chance of getting that job (ha ha! The follies of youth!). Now I'm jaded and cynical and I realise that job hunting is like pissing into the wind. You'll never hear back from most places you send your resume to, and the ones you hear back from usually tell you 'thanks, but no thanks - we have nothing suitable for you' even though you're severely overqualified for the job they've advertised.
I think I've applied for about fifty jobs since uni finished. I've got the envelope stuffing job, which has turned out to be better than expected now we've moved into premises with carpet and air-conditioning, but the work is sporadic and they've essentially said there will be nothing during January. So now I'm just desperate to do anything. Last time I was unemployed I could explain it away because I had almost no work experience. This time around I can claim ten years of work experience in various fields - and still nothing! I'd be upset if I weren't so bemused. I mean FFS I've even applied for telemarketing positions and have heard nothing back! Telemarketing!
Job hunting sucks.
Since finishing uni I've felt like a change. My first thought was to chop all my hair off and bleach the remainder blonde. I thought that could be a bit of a big step, and not a smart one at that given how long it's taken me to grow my hair since I last chopped and bleached it. So thinking that maybe I could just revamp my existing hair-don't I invested in some styling products.
After washing my hair today I applied volumising mouse (I have dreadfully flat hair) and heat protecting spray and blow dried it upside down, then used a round brush to add shape to the front. Then, because the blonde bits can get awfully fluffy, I sprayed some smoother over the top. Result? My hair looks exactly the bloody same as it does any other day, except possibly flatter and straighter, the opposite of what I was going for!
Damn.
The only upside is that in my desperation for holiday employment I'm going to apply to fast food joints this afternoon. How could they turn down hair that looks so dull and lifeless? It already looks like the universe has sucked the will to live out of my coiffure, making it that much easier for my employers to destroy the rest of my life and self esteem. The perfect fast food joint employee! How could they resist?
