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I ended up taking back the second Keyboard and Mouse. It’s totally a problem with my system, so I packed em up and took em back to Dicks. Lucky the dude was nice coz I’d lost the receipt and he still let me return them. Good egg, he was. So I’m still living in a wired world, oh well.

Why am I listening to this song?? lol I’m having a 90’s flashback…. and I love it.

Jeremy Jordan – The Right Kind Of Love

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I’m having this strange kinda thing happen lately where I’m dead tired right on about 6pm and I can barely keep my eyes open to eat anything at the dinner table, and then I have to have a snooze. And I don’t mean like a kip, but tonight, I fell asleep less than five minutes after I ate dinner and didn’t wake up until after midnight. It’s a real pain in the arse. Maybe I just need the zzz’s. Gotta find some good Vitamins I think. Oh and that old lady bone tablet…you know the one with all the calcium? I think I need that. I haven’t eaten dariy anything in months. I miss my old friend Cheese but he makes me so sick

I watched a dvd of my Grade 5 camp today. I’ll have to pull some stills from it coz it’s piss funny. My mate Jase, who I’ve known since the dawn of time, called me this morning and said he was on his way round to drop off the long awaited dvd! What a gem! It’s so funny, we have this thing where we barely talk and then once every few years years or so, we hang out and catch up and talk about old times. We’ve done it since we left Primary School. I took the piss out of him today coz I noticed in the DVD he was wearing a huge singlet top, emblazoned with the logo for the musical Cats! I was like “Who the fuck is that douche wearing the Cats! top!? What a dick…” And he says “That’s….me…it was a great musical!! I have a Phantom of the Opera mug at work too! Andrew Lloyd Webber is a genius!” Oh fuck he cracks me up.

I bought a new wireless keyboard and mouse today, but be fucked if I can get it working. Seriously, it just won’t even recognise it. Arghhh! C’mon! I think I need to update my drivers but I have no fucking clue what I’m doing anymore. It’s over my head! I have googled my arse off to find a soloution but nothing seems to work for me! Any geeks want me to owe them a huge favour??

I think I’ve pulled a muscle in my neck or my back. It’s really sore. I need a massage

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pikchers of girs how or showing ther wiggy and pum and boobis

That is officially the greatest search term that has ever brought anyone to my blog, which is no mean feat. Honorable mentions to go to

• 'Ernie+Sigley+Wanker' (self explanatory really, and an affirmation I'm not the only one who thinks this)
• 'Crimpy Pussies' (what the fuck makes a pussy crimpy, exactly?)

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fuck my flickr account runs out in 3 days! I’ll have to take care of that next week. I don’t think anything should disappear though, I just won’t be able to upload I doubt.

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Tonight I got to lather myself in good smelling potions and lotions. I went to some skin care thing with Andrea, who is now queen of Nutrimetics My feet are all peppermint-y fresh. My wrists smell like vanilla and honey and frangipani. (Some of my favorite smells)  My décolletage is shimmery and smells like apricot. My arms smell like tangerine extract. The building they hold it is in Bayswater. It’s this big grey 80’s building that resembles a Scientology hall when you walk inside. Lots of pictures of high achievers and go-getters on the walls. All soft focus portraits of individuals with their heads tilted to 45degrees. I’m sure you can imagine.

There was a lot of clapping and handing out of certificates and badges. Lucky they had some hand lotion after all the rounds of applause given. I thought I was going to get a callous. The meeting finished off with tea in a Styrofoam cup and a piece of cake, no doubt mixed by some ones feet. I haven’t been ill yet, but I’ll wait another 24 hours before I declare the cake delicious.

I stopped off at 7-11 on the way home to get some smokes. I noticed they sold Toobs…Tasty Toobs. I bought two packets of them. I’d have bought more but I thought it best to try them again to reassure my love for them before I stocked up like a bear awaiting hibernation. Two 600ml Cokes for $4.50. It seemed like a good deal. Last week I paid $3.50 for a 600ml coke. Isn’t that insane? I shouldn’t have bought it, but really they could charge an arm and a leg for it and I’d still oblige them. I’m an addict. There’s no escape for the caffeine dependent.

My Tafe class went well Wednesday night. I put on a confidant facade, but truth be told, I was pretty nervous. I dreaded the thought of it being just like High School, where I failed to make any friends until I hit Year 10 or thereabouts. I’m not particularly confidant when it comes to meeting new people when I’m on my own and within a non-spontaneous situation. For instance, the other day I was shopping at the new deli at Parkdale when I paused to let an old man in an electric scooter through the aisle before me. He thanked me and we sparked up a conversation which ended in him inviting me for a cup of tea at his house, a few hundred meters down the road. It was pleasant and I was totally at ease. But had I known that when I went to Parkdale Deli, I’d have to speak to an old guy who’d want me to come round to his place for a cuppa, I would have been ridiculously nervous. I think it’s all the anticipation of the situation. Knowing I’m going to have to be in that situation beforehand gives me far too much time to dwell on it and create scenarios in my mind of what could go wrong. FYI, I didn’t go and have tea with the old bloke. I had chicken I had to put in the fridge at home, plus he wouldn’t give me a dink. Bastard.

Anyways, back to the whole Tafe situation. I got there a few minutes late. I thought I knew where I was going, but it turns out I didn’t and I gave Nate the wrong directions. Of course when I realized we were going the wrong way, I got flustered and gave poor Nate a hard time. There was some pushing and shoving of the Melways and raised voices. A few map checks later, we finally made it. Nate pulled up out the front and I raced out and into the building. I didn’t even have time to be nervous because I was too busy being scared of being late. Turns out they were just getting started. I took a spot at one of the spare PCs and gazed around to check out the rest of the class. Lots of women. A few guys. Maybe 20 in the class? A distinct lack of obvious geeks which shocked me. At 25 years old, I was certainly in the older age bracket of the class, but was by far not the eldest. I sat next to the eldest member of the class, a lovely American woman. I was really impressed to see a woman in her 60’s tackling web design. It made me think of that phrase about never being too old to learn something new.
Along with the old bird, there was this woman who asked a lot of questions. You know how there’s always one person in a class who asks ridiculous questions that forces others to roll their eyes and sigh with disbelief? Ours was some woman in her early 30’s who reminded me of Mercedes Corby. I knew after her first question that she was going to give me the irrits with her incessant queries.
We learnt some basic html codes. I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest that I’m probably not going to struggle with this course much. My geek tendencies will no doubt give me a serious leg up when it comes to being successful in this course. This excites me greatly! I’m going to go to the library tomorrow and get out some books on Illustrator and Dreamweaver. I’m not sure either is a requirement for the course, but both are something I’d like to be able to master.

Here’s me after my first class…Nothing says success like a photo that reveals a tampon disposal unit in the background!

Tonight at the Nutrimetics thingo, someone asked me what I did. For the first time in ages, I wasn’t embarrassed by my response, nor did I have to lie or go into details about my mental health. “I study web design” was my response. It felt good. Great even.
I’m about to go and do some homework. I want to get some boring modules out of the way so I can get onto the good stuff.

PS. I smell awesome.

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