long time no post

Hola amigos!

Finalmente, yo escribo!
for some reason i have not been able to log on lately so i haven't been able to write :(

Just a quick newsflash while I have two seconds (and that's really about all i have)
In the last couple of weeks I have:

crashed my car and had to get Lucas to fix it (tore off my bumper, he put it back on with tiny little computer modding tools - fine nosed pliers and so forth)

i have sunk to the level of eating canned soup for dinner.
and sometimes lunch...
and actually i eat it for breakfast frequently as well.

which means when i run out of that, it will be porridge thrice daily....

in other flaming good news, I am getting chiropractic - i know - que extrano (how strange) but apart from the frequent migranes, i have had an amazing amount of energy and clear-headedness lately. and i've been sleeping solidly as well. i think though, it may be in part due to the coQ10 which i'm ripping off coles who've wrongly registered an expensive supplement for $2 per shot. which gives you an insane amount of energy apparently...

there was something else i was going to say but Scott has come home and as usual i have lost my train of thought lisenting to his newsflashes...
today though there was a hell of a newsflash, in that scott is going for an interview for a new job tomorrow. This morning he had a solid, stable job. This afternoon he could be moving to a totally new job...
anyway
i better get to cleaning this s dash dash dash hole up as Lucas is coming over soon. also, it will be funny this weekend because he is coming in as a patient for the first time since we've started dating, and we have to act like nothing has happened. hmmm. furhtermore, until i rescheduled it, my mum and lucas were coming in to the practice at roughly the same time.
CLOSE CALL
i think a chiropractor's - especially where I work and when i'm working - is not my ideal time/location for a meeting of the mother figure - boyfriend figure (ooh I called him my boyfriend - too early? at the risk of jinxing myself, i will leave that there)

shiver me timbers I will have to go in a second
but before I do, 7 random things (because i have left it a while)

1. I have stripped almost completely bare in toowong village carpark
2. I was once the proud owner of a lesbian's donated bra which I wore frequently and with pride
3. I was nearly sponsored by a female guitar company
4. my first boyfriend liked to wear my private girls' school uniform
5. My op score was a 2
6. I ate raw scallops when I was out on the boat
7. I once mailed my freshly worn underwear.

oh i have so many more now

like my father once tried to get me to pretend i was his girlfriend and i got so mad i started yelling and screaming in an extremely exclusive restaurant

or that I have once had to wash rotting shark guts out of clothing, and it is by far the very worst smell I have ever smelt

or that I have once had a green snake in the house alone with me and the cat which resulted in a channel nine prime time article, several adds and a weekiend channel nine special. i even had my very own stalker, known only as 'Chad'

or that I have been an accomplice in adultery in the snowfields before and it was easily one of hte most forbidden and sexy things ever

or that I once dragged a random i had met all of once home with me on the gc-brisbane train and we made love for hours at my place. and then the boy wouldn't stop calling me. Men!

Actually I'm thinking my debauched libertine history might be safer in my hands only.

I am a sweet little girl, squeaky clean and conservative as a judge.....

Hugs and Kisses
H-bomb

My thoughts are chickens II

Oooh guess what I bought the other day? A WHITEBOARD. mwa ha ha ha ha!!

I love it. I can tell Scott that he smells anytime I want to, I can... tell him other useful stuff I suppose. But first and foremost I enjoy using it to be a silly bugger.

I am sooooooooo tired this morning. I'm more or less just here because i haven't posted for ages and my dearest sister asked how Lucas was going.
Lucas is excellente. What more could I want?

- coeliac
- guitarist
- useful for fixing computer-related things
- likes good music too (including Steve Vai, Sal - I thought you'd be impressed)

of course you know what little good it is to look good on paper. Lucas looks good at any angle, in any light :) he is like a less perfect vision of myself (again, kidding).

Ok at this point I have to stop. My jokes are astoundingly bad this morning, and my prose is... well prosaic and just Not That Witty. Lets face facts. L is awesome but you'll have to see that for yourself. Meanwhile, I look like a painfully pubescent schoolgirl pining over brad pitt.

In other breaking news: max is a loser - AND SHOULD HAVE lost his licence on the weekend after he drove down to logan on a full stomach of half a carton of beer. however he got the cops to feel sorry for him so now he's just on good behaviour with a fine and one point left.
dickhead.

When i have a moment, too, remind me to tell you about the Greek tragedy that was Skye (a cth carer for my grandfather) and her visit on saturday. god those carers are total loonies. ARGH!

anywhoo go the broncos, and all that sort of thing

kisses!
H-Bomb xxxx

If I Nail it down...

I cannot believe this. i have to produce payslips and rental docs to centrelink who have suspended my payments on account of they sent me a letter of verification two months ago to my old address despite me updating that address within two days of my moving to miskin street, to which i didn't reply. and now i have no money to pay rent. isn't this just f*****g fantastic? I AM SCREWED. MAJORLY GODDAMN SCREWED.
AND ITS NOT EVEN MY FAULT AND THEY ACKNOWLEDGED THAT I AM SO SO SO SO SO ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
what the f*** am i going to do if they don't give me my payments back? this is CRUCIAL!!!

mood: hopelessness
next immediate activity: work at doyle's
morale: very very very low.
i guess i should try not to think about it but i can't help feeling just so lost and lonely. i have been through enough this week without this bullshit. enough bullshit.

:(

I cannot believe my frustration. I have spent the last 72 most excruciating hours of my life writing the most dull, pompous and difficult pile of rubbish I have produced since about grade 11, rushed into uni, paid for the most expensive parking spot on campus and received, just moments after its submission, an email granting THE WHOLE GRADE AN EXTENSION UNTIL NEXT TUESDAY - an extension I could really REALLY have used. Now I am behind in just about all of my classes, my legs are unshaven, I haven't brushed my teeth today, my hair is revolting and limp, I am wearing my '**** off, I'm having a bad day' jeans, I haven't slept in waaayyy too long and ...
oh I give up.

I'm going to bed. and i'm going to find a teapot for that new hat of mine...

p.s. get to see L tonight. He gets to see me in all my rubbishy faux-intellectual glory. Yerkh!

adios

p.s. raph is standing behind me and he looks almost as bad as i do. i don't feel so ashamed.

When you can't write prose...

Too much to handle,
So tired, so intense, eyes strain
to watch where I steer.

Blank head, blank verse, blank
thoughts, bland words, so intense I
love and hate it all.

caffeine, guarana
ginseng, travel sickness pills,
acai, nurofen.

L is for life force,
U is for unbearable,
D is for dickhead

(Lucas, University, Doyle)

G is for grating,
M is for incompetence,
H is for damn tired!

Haikus are so neat,
they make scrambled thoughts into
profound documents.

Lets try this again

Last time I tried this post, I wrote exactly 2020 words of brilliant prose, only for my entire computer to collapse on me.
So... in my disheartened, dishevelled state, it is probably wiser, faster, easier (etc etc) to give you, my dear readership (all three of you - Sal, Moog* and Alf*) a birdy's eye view of events

Friday 27th April I was in a bit of a state about my not-done, not-at-all-understood and very-big-and-intimidating constitutional law assignment (in chief, s 122 of the Constitution was bothering me). at the same time, as happens almost on clockwork every Friday night, 'M' calls or sms's me and chastises me for constantly bailing on dates (not a date, but an informal meeting of friends). anyway, 'M' also happens to be a throbbing mass of brain cells, better, of law-related brain cells, and this particular friday night, offered to use some of those brain cells helping me understand my assignment.
I, feeling a little guilty about my constant rain checks, needing the help of his assignment, and always being a 'maximiser'** of opportunities, decided two birds could be killed with one stone.
He tipped the scales further by adding urgency to the situation: he was to leave the following Wednesday for Canberra for 5 months.

I got out of bed and drove in to town to pick him up. He had already dulled the revered brain cells with a good dose of imported beer, and was not really in much of a mood to help me with my assignment after all.
Nevertheless, we flew back to Newfarm where he flipped through my case and made a couple of notes. the basic shakedown was he couldn't do anything for me that night, but he had a case, an on-point essay and a few journal articles in his office in the city that would enlighten me on the case.
"Great," said I, "so I'll meet you in the city tomorrow afternoon then and we'll sort it out?"
"Yeah, but you're not going now, are you?" by this stage I was gathering up my belonging and zipping up my sweater. "Well, yes, 'M', I do start work tomorrow at 7:30"
"So that's it, then? I'm a tutor to you and that's all?"
"No of course not, don't be stupid. But you're clearly drunk, I'm tired, and there's not much we can do tonight. Look, though, I see your point. Are you free any time after tonight before you leave so we can do something?
"No, I'm busy [reels of a list of Very Important Things To Do]. Tonight is it"

Dude on a different note, my computer has started to reverse all the home/end/pge up/pge down/arrow keys so they are all inverse and when i hit enter weird stuff happens. Sigh.
As usual, I am going to have to leave the post for 'yet another time'. Lets just say M tried to bargain for an exchange with me which has marred our friendship for good, but that after "admitting" that we had something "special" he was found the next wednesday night. - yes, the night after he was due to leave for Canberra for forever, he ran into L and myself at the 3monkeys, toting his other woman who he will surely claim is his accountant or something but I know her already to be ... drumroll please... his best friend's ex! Isn't that fantastic? And to think this guy will probably be a high court judge one day. If he is, I will see how much money I can squeeze out of the woman's weekly to spill the beans and ruin his career. does that sound low? Probably about ground zero, maybe sub-zero. I mean he did actually provide some useful information which really shaped my conception of s 122 of the constitution. It came at a price, and he showed himself to be even more fabulously slimy than I already thought him to be..- and on that note, I will adjourn because this weird screwed up text is horribly frustrating and i'll provide you with more news and information in the next 24 hours

hasta proxima amigos
xxxx...





*persons may not actually exist

**new scientist, june ed. 2007 "making better decisions"