The Hospital And The Hiatus..

Okay. So I just came out of hospital. I'm finally home, in my own room. It's not that I dislike Hospital. I have been in and out all year for about ten differnet "conditions" all year, so I've grown to like it really. And the food? So good! I swear!

Anyway. I can only type with one hand, because for the last nine hours I've had a drip connected into the back of my left hand, and it really freaks me out that kind of needle. So, I'm OCD about using it to wave, let alone type!!

So, as you can tell, my life is OH-SO dramatic. *rolls eyes*.

That was really just a little update.
Me and my friend are currently planning a six-day hiatus at this beautiful beach town about an hour or so from where we live. It's beautiful. I'll be escorting her on her first horseride too!

Haha. So that's the low down.
Feel free to comment or message me =)
Much Love <3
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# Posted on Tuesday, 18 November 2008 at 5:44 AM

You Must Give A Title To Your Article.

I just finished watching The Perfect Man for the fourth time on television. This didn't really affect me in any profound way, but I just didn't feel that this entry would be quite as personal, had I left that simple fact out...

Anyway. Right at this moment, I am trying, to no avail, to get onto the chat window of this site. But apparently I need to download the "correct Flash Player", and - of course - to get that I have to download "Active X Control". All this means nothing to me bar "You Are Not Good Enough, Young Lady!"...And, honestly? What Teenager needs a blow like that to her confidence?!

Clearly, as you have read above...My life is full of drama...

I feel completely self-indulgent, writing this with no real purpose. But, there is some weird compulsion about spilling the beans, if only half the can, of ones life onto a web page. Not to mention, the threapeutic clacking of the keys and smooth transition of my pointer finger from the "J" to the "I" key.
Surely it can't be only me that holds this odd "fetish" almost for such a stereotyped "hobby" as "blogging."

I swear, if I use those " " keys one more time, some dire consequence will be...well, for lack of a better word, the consequence.
What are they even called? Double apostrophes??!?!
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# Posted on Saturday, 15 November 2008 at 6:01 AM

Dealing With Shit...Literally.

Dealing With Shit...Literally.
"I want to wake up and not have someone tell me I look pale, or sickly,
I want to wake up and not have to immediately hold on to something because the whole world goes blurry before my dizzy eyes,
I want to wake up and last two hours without having to vomit,
I want to wake up and have everyone understand that my body is falling apart at the seams,
I want to wake up and go out with friends and be constantly worried that I might collapse,
I want to wake up and enjoy life,
I want to wake up and not think talking about petty things like catching the bus, and the weather are wastes of time...
I want to wake up and be fixed."




This entry actually required a bit of research. And considering that today I officially signed off on both my Cert 2 in Retail AND Cert 3 in Business and therefore have no more academic commitments bar graduation night in December, I decided I may as well push myself =) Oh, but first, I just have to go get a glass of milk xD

Well, as many of you may know, but some may not, a few weeks ago in a Sydney restaurant the chefs allegedly spiked some customer's ice-cream with human faecal matter. I shouldn't say human, as I'm unsure if it was because media reports say they are only 99% sure it was human, but let's go with it - so much more dramatic!

Basically there was a whole lot of uproar about how disgusting, horrid, inexplicable and evil that action is. Which, of course, I agree with. But, from the very start I smelt something fishy...And it wasn't just the ice-cream.

Now, reports have come out that the customers who apparently caused a ruckus about their seating, therefore provoking the shitty attack, actually set the whole thing up JUST to get money from the restaurant. The story implied that they had an "insider" working in the restaurant to put the stool in the food. They got $50, 000 for a night of severe vomiting and original suspicions were raised about the truth of their story when one "victim" said, "it [the ice-cream] smelt foul, but we trusted the restaurant". Oh no, no little one. That's not how it works. If it smells "foul" that usually suggests something's a little bit off...so to speak.

It also seemed ridiculous that a restaurant would risk wealth and reputation just to get back at a few displeased – therefore spiteful - customers. I swear if every disgruntled customer has revenge reeked upon them, there would be very, VERY few consumers left in this world.

Over and out yeah =)
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# Posted on Friday, 14 November 2008 at 5:32 AM