Posted 1 year, 6 months ago at 11:40 am. 4 comments
I’ve had a fairly interesting week.
Well, it started out great. Sunday was awesome. It was the first day off I’ve had in quite some time and I put it to good use - I gymmed, I vaccuumed, I cleaned, and I had dinner and a sleepover with a ridiculously cute boy.
Even work has been marginally better than usual - I’ve been doing level 2 stuff that requires far less interaction with custoemrs. Compared to normal? It’s the good life, baby.
Some shitty things have been afoot, though. Poppa died on Friday, adn I”ve been dealing with it one of the only two ways I know how. I had a choice between taking it clinically and detached-like, or making inappropriate jokes until everyone feels uncomfortable. Considering the nature of the situation, I went with the cold and detatched thing. I talked to sister on the internets last night, the funeral was yesterday and she was a woman of few words. After living over there with him for quite some time, they were close. She was hit really hard. Possibly even moreso than his children. I mean, I’ll miss him. I’ll miss him a whole lot. He used to call me Black Biscuits, because those chocoalte biscuits with the cream in the middle were always my favourite - but i don’t think Jennifer is going to take this well at all.
My fantastic friends were being great and trying to cheer me up, however, durnig the day I got an email from Steve requesting that we have a “meeting” when I got home. Like always, I rolled my eyes at his uptight formality and went out for dinner with Joe. It was delicious, but he has to learn to let me pay for things. Silly Joe.
In any case, I got home in fairly decent spirits- only to have Douchey Mc Cunt Wagon (or as Scott likes to refer to him, “Cunt Britches”) tell me that I’ev gotta be out of the hosue by the 1st of april. I accept the news without shedding a single tear in front of him and andrew. I was proud, considering I usually start blubbering like a baby whale at the first sign of confrontation. He seemed so nervous, too. He could barely maintain eye contact. Andrew sat there wordlessly through the ‘meeting’, only bothering to say anything to me after he’d slunk off to his bedroom. Hooray for Captain Courage. Super awesome friends for life fo’ sho’. He’s off the christmas card list. And the MSN list. And.. whatever other lists I have.
I’ll be honest, i was crushed. Foooor.. well.. all of maybe, an hour. I was crying quietly on the phone to some of my friends - one of which happens to be in real esate- when she informed me that people aren’t legally allowed to sub-let an entire house. They can let rooms, but if they aren’t living in the premises, it’s illegal. How very interesting. She also informed me that if the real estate agency were to find out that one of their tenants were to do anything like that, they can revoke their lease and give them bad rental history. Even more interesting! Don’t you think that’s interesting? I think it’s interesting. Very interesting 
It was after this that I called Scott, told him that the house huntw as back on. Not only that, but Cameron is semi-interested in finding a place too.
This is turning out wonderfully. Wonderfully to the point where I’m genuinely cheerful about the now non-event. And I get to see the boy on maybe Thursday, which is kinda cool. Also, I miss the following people : Ashley, Tom, Joel, Mum and Boobalah. I’ve been gymming regularly too, and the results are noticable, you know, fitness wise. The weight has only kind of improved, but the fitness stuff has increase dramatically. Woo! Life is good.
Posted 1 year, 6 months ago at 4:03 pm. 0 comments
We have a chore wheel in our house.
Composed entirely of yellow and red card, and a pinch of uptight self-satisfaction, this overbearing abomination stands pinned to our otherwise handy kitchen corkboard.
You know the kind. Brown and speckled, usually covered with bills, shopping lists, notes to otherhousemates and cute jokes, they adorn the walls of many of the kitchens I’ve stepped foot in.
As if the theory behind chorewheel wasn’t horrifying enough stand-alone, the implementation of the horribly smug contraption was nil but an insult. Andrew and I returned from the gym, red faced and sweaty, only to be accosted by Steve in the kitchen, grinning widely and fumbling with thick, brightly coloured construction paper.
Puzzled and mildly interested, I looked over at the mess of red and yellow atop our bench and arched a well practised eyebrow. Taking the opportunity to introduce the fiendish tool at one of the only times I’ve ever been silent in my entire life, Steve thrust his contraption into the air triumphantly, proclaiming the wonders of the “chore wheel”.
I disliked the idea immediately. Not because of how outrageously anti-establishment I am (hurr), but beacuase of the outlandish restrictions we were soon to face. The introduction of the new housemate control regime. The original rules, while offensive, were almost acceptable. They stood as follows.
1. Do your chore by Sunday afternoon.
2. If your chore isn’t done by sunday afternoon, you have to pay $3 to the person who ends up doing the chore.
3. If you don’t do it two weeks in a row, the fee on the second week is $5.
At that point, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of the arrangement. I mean, I’m a slackarse. $8 a fortnight and no having to do things around the house? Hell yeah.
Something was still niggling me though. I mean, why should I have to clean a room I don’t use? Fair enough if it were a room we all didn’t use together, but having to clean a common area that I didn’t make messy? Fuck that.
So I didn’t. I pretty much flat out refused. Steve didn’t like it. Steve disliked to the point where he took it upon himself to draw up a household charter to keep us in line. I’ll post it later.
He also made a slight modification to the rules. No chore? No internet access. Yeah, he made a rule that restricted access to a service we all pay an equal share in. I freaked the fuck out. Firstly because of my irrational reliance on the internet and secondly, noone has the right to take away a service that I’ve paid for, damnit. Shortly after, I buckled and started doing chores. Begrudgingly.
Curse you, chorewheel.
Posted 1 year, 6 months ago at 10:58 am. 1 comment
Ashley and I have them. Yup. We got boyfriended. I met his last night, and I totally love him, and approve wholeheartedly.
Also, I feel weird. Weird because I like a boy. Even weirder because I think he might just like me back. *blushes*
Posted 1 year, 6 months ago at 9:13 am. 3 comments
I didn’t go to work last night. Sure, I felt like a total arsehole, but I’d rather cover my bathroom in vomit than my desk at work, so.. I’m sure they would’ve appreciated my staying home.
I got a little bit done though. When I wasn’t draped over my toilet, I managed to clean my room up a little. And by a little, I mean a fair bit. Sure, it’s still a brothel (without all the sex, obviously) but it’s neater than before. So yes. Excellent. I’m really not enjoying this medication though. The docs say the meds are doing their job, and who am I to question them, but it sure does make me feel sick.
In other news, I got all emo in the definitely not cute way this morning after popping open a few old chatlogs. Sure, there were no tears or anything, but seriously. After the reading I got mopey, grumpy, and then angry (in that order) and threw away the rose. You know, the one that died ages ago but I was keeping it in a box because I wanted a reminder that in some point in time I was happy? I had forgotten it was there, found it in my cleaning travels, had a chuckle at myself and threw it in the bin. Felt like a nice finish to my early morning cleaning adventures.
Have an awesome day <3
Posted 1 year, 6 months ago at 5:30 pm. 7 comments
How ridiculously hot is Jensen Ackles? Seriously, the man can even make facial hair hot. Consider me shocked.