They say that the top five most stressful events you can go through are:

-Death of a loved one

-Moving house

-Divorce

-Starting a new job

-Getting fired.....................................or something like that. Please correct me if I am wrong.

 

I dont know anyone who is dying, I am not getting fired, but I am in the process of interviews for next year when I will do a nursing graduate program. I didnt think I was going to be moving house, but upon my return home today from a 3 hour interview at the angliss there was some random car out the front of our house. At first I thought it would be one of dad's friends but no, it was an LJ hooker employee, being shown around our house?! WHAT THE? Is there something significant going on that someone neglected to inform me of?.

 

As it turns out, it was just Dad being a show off, and as far as I know we arent selling this house but we are looking into selling the investment property in wantirna. The reason for this, is so that as part of my parents trial separation, mum will be able to buy a small place if she needs to or wants to. Currently she is staying with a friend temporarily and may move in with a different friend on a more permanent basis, but ultimately she would want her own place. Whether that ends up needing to happen or not, time will tell.

 

Its all quite sobering really. Ive been doing a bit more cooking than usual, but I will never be the person to cook every meal, I never really understood why some women do this when they dont have to. If you are a home maker its a different story though. Im into equality. Its really a bit strange when every few days I see mums car in the driveway because she has dropped in to do some washing. I think she still wants to help out us kids a bit with the housework and not feel like she has walked out on us, whether its out of guilt or what I dont really know.

 

(lol Dad just came into my room, and said, is this stuff yours? It was a top of mine, and a pair of my underwear, and a pair of his underwear...lol...men).

 

Settling into new routines...

Well I had this bizarro dream, thats right, bizarro, not just bizarre. Arent they all, anyway. So I had this dream last night that I was driving a truck and for some reason I had decided I would drive it manually, as it was a manual and an automatic-not a tiptronic mind you. A full blown manual and automatic transmission in one. It doesnt exist I know, but it did in the dream. I think I was driving to Lauren's house, because I was taking the route that I take when I go there, and I dont drive that way for any other reason. I think that may have occurred since I was going there the next morning and it was on my mind. I also always obsess over the fact that I have no idea how to drive a manual car, and really wish I had learnt and had one, and I have dreamt about it before, and I usually have some kind of bunny hopping gear grinding incident in the dream lol. Also, Jez is a milkboy, so I see a truck like this quite often.

 

So this time, I was turning off the end of Yarra Road where it joins onto Maroondah Highway as you are heading away from the city, and I took the corner too fast and messed up something with the gears, and I thought to myself "Oh I think I might be going to overbalance the truck here". But for some reason this didnt concern me at all because in the dream I owned a couple of other cars-what a great dream that would be. I wasnt concerned at all for my safety, it was almost as if I was untouchable and nothing could hurt me. So as I had wondered about it, I had made no effort to stop it even though I had plenty of time, it was slow motion. Just like all my other accidents, you feel them coming yet you just dont seem to be able to move as fast as you can think. Thats probably because cars go much faster than we realise sometimes! OH I am a dork...

 

Yeah so the truck rolled over and landed nicely on its side, I wasnt hurt, the truck seemed fine too, we were just on our side on the grass triangle there, not harming anyone. I remember just being pleased that I had driven it manual quite competently for awhile, oh the irony. Then the dream skipped and I was in family counselling with mum and dad and they were going on about how they were sick of me and my driving or something, which is really quite far from the truth. There was another two parents there with another kid some boy who was about ten or so-malcolm in the middle age, and then a bunch of other people came in, and it was like a massive group therapy. We were all choosing songs that expressed us, and I was trying to talk but it seemed as though no one was listening and everyone was just talking all over eachother. It was basically just messed up.

OH MY GOD Today at the station I went to a vending machine and went to buy a cookie but it got jammed in there. So I kicked the machine but tried not to make too much of a spectacle of myself. I am always getting ripped off!! Its the car, its the job, its the uni, its the VENDING MACHINE, its the love life, its the dead dog.......I could go on. Yeah Im not really that mad about it, I was before though. Its all good I have a plan of attack tommorrow morning I am going to go buy another cookie and hopefully it sort of flushes it out and I get both of them and dont end up with nothing haha, or only one. This could backfire...I will report back! Hopefully someone wont have come along and already bought a cookie and got two. Unlikely though, since ill be back there early in the morning, and I got one of the last few trains tonight. We will see. What else was I going to say.

 

Oh thats right, I had a dream last night, two dreams actually. In the first one Dad came home with this GORGEOUS cream coloured fully grown labrador called Jilbo. It was a surprise, it was awesome, it seems my subconcious hasnt forgotten about the dog hunt I was on. I think this dream was stimulated by seeing Sarah O'Hare in a bonds underwear ad with a lab in it. I want the undies and the dog thanks! Then I had a dream that this cute guy I know at work was at the Croydon Hills fete and we were hanging out-wrong time of year, but anyway! And I was like, does he think I am his friend? What is going on here? Is he going to kiss me? And then we went behind some buildings at the front, and I woke up, rather gay really. I wasnt too pleased with that outcome at all! Two totally random dreams!

 

So much for me doing homework tonight! hahaha Oh well, its a friday night and I did some earlier today (bout four hours)! God Im good, well I was today at least lol. And I have to work all day tommorrow as well. Then I plan to go out to the Hawthorn, then to soccer sunday morning then to ice hockey, then I will be REALLY tired on sunday night but probably skip out of doing my assignment which I will do the night before its due! Woo hoo! Unless I do it the morning before its due and get up early monday and get an earlier train to uni. Or drive early to uni-yeah right, I really dont think I could be bothered. Im so over driving, I have used up my driving capacity for the year I think, but its only August! No! Busy busy busy little bee! Whee!

 

TIME FOR BED METHINKS! Me so hungry!

This afternoon I went to another interview, and I didnt have coins to get a parking ticket, so I left it, hoping for the best. Upon my return, I noticed that I had been issued a ticket only five minutes earlier. I have never had a parking fine or a speeding fine before, and this is only a fifty dollar one, but it just makes me so mad. Why cant their machines accept notes or cards? Who carries coins with them everywhere they go?? Its just madness. I am going to complain I dont want to pay it because its wrong man. I would have paid for it if I could have. They should update their machines or get rid of them I say. We are living in the days of plastic, why cant they. If you have somewhere to be, who has the time to go and buy something get change and come back?

 

I didnt even realise I would have to pay, I thought it was just two hour parking. I dont like paying for parking, but getting a fine is even worse. I hate the bloody city/inner suburbs (when I have to drive there, that is, and there isnt free parking)! I should have put my car on someones nature strip, I wonder if I would have got in trouble for that. Im so mad! Im so mad I cant study! I will just have to try and relax before soccer training tonight, which ought to be fun I havent been in ages! Tomorrow the study will begin -where have I heard that before?

Today the phone rang, I can hardly say I am surprised, but nevertheless, I as usual screened the call. The person didnt leave a message, and I thought, damn I am smart, avoiding those telemarketer people (like me) hehehe. Anyhow then my mobile rang and it was the Angliss hospital offering me a job interview. They asked for my email to send me the details, told me it would take three hours on a saturday where I could park and so forth, and that it was group and then individual, I dont know if that was the order of it though. So I had to give them my oh so politically correct email, I was like should I explain that I am not a terrorist? Resisting the urge to laugh...I really should get another one, but I doubt I would check it much, as not many people would have it, like my uni one which I rarely check...

 

Now I am being interviewed by all four places I applied to, go me!

Well after the recent radio antenna snapping, I tested my radio to see if it worked and it was fine. However upon driving all the way over to the west side of town, I discovered it stops working about midway. It has a limited ability to pick up signal now. So it seems it has been damaged. This is all the more reason for me to not listen to so much radio-its so repetitive anyway, and buy some cds!

Well this morning I had my first graduate nurse program 2007 interview at Maroondah Hospital at 830am. So early I know, I think they were testing me to see if I can handle all the early starts. How clever. So I left home a few minutes later than I wanted to, after getting up about half an hour after I wanted to, not having a shower or washing my hair, but it didnt really matter as I tied it back anyway. I was dressed in my suit, feeling like a bit of a wanker as suits just arent me, but a professional looking one at that. So I parked the car, walked about a mile through mud-damned if I was going to pay for parking, it was a nice day I was going to walk. I really hate paying for parking, its just ridiculous. So upon reaching the entrance I saw on the lit up sign where the multi level carpark is, that it said "79 free" and for a second I thought it meant it was free, but it just meant there was that many spaces left. Der! So I walked in, took the lift because I didnt want to get confused about which set of stairs was which level, and got there at about 8:22am. As I had walked in, there had been an ambulance screaming down mount dandenong road, which I quite liked.

 

The interview was for 8:30, and I presumed at that point I was the first for the day. The letter I was sent said to get there ten minutes early, I think eight minutes early was close enough, really. So I waited in the waiting area, wondering if I should tell the reception staff I was there, but since I was so early I figured I would wait, and one of them came over and gave me a form to fill out, and said the interviewers werent in yet. In the end I filled out the form which took about ten minutes, and then they walked in, stuffed around getting coffees and gossiping-they didnt know I could hear them I dont think, as I was in a different room down the corridor waiting. I thought it was a bit rude they could have told me they were there at least, and acknowledge that they were going to come for me. I figured the other staff would pass it on though. I was in the waiting area afterall. Anyway, I wondered if it was some kind of test as to whether we use our initiative to tell someone we are there, didnt care at the thought that maybe I hadnt measured up to that. I knew I was over analysing. 

 

You have a lot of time to think when you are waiting you see. Anyhow, one of the two interview ladies came out and said Hi, sorry that they were late, and my annoyance just dissipated at the apology. She introduced herself, said you must be Elyse, at which I was unable to introduce myself and just said Yes hello *shake hands*. Already there was just too much going on, and it hadnt even really started yet! lol So we walked into a room and I noticed they had chocolates, water, three seats and my cv on a table. I said "I see you have my cv there, I have brought in my updated copy of my transcript *hands it over*". They said "Oh yes we did notice it wasnt updated, thanks for that". Then I explained the reason, which I am sure they have heard from quite a many people, about clinicals being right before the date we had to hand papers in by.

 

They then proceeded to give a bit of a preamble and ask me what I knew about the hospital, which I answered to their satisfaction. Then they each took it in turns asking me questions and taking notes. They asked me some personal questions about my positive qualities, and what was a situation I had been in recently that I had handled well, and my negative qualities etc, and some clinical questions. Strangely enough I wasnt nervous at all, until they asked me about my positive qualities, normally I am quite full of myself and talk myself up quite easily. But in an interview situation you just wonder how appropriate your answers are going to be, and even if you have thought about it before you go in, your mind seems to just go blank, its really rather annoying. Anyhow I answered as best I could and think I probably came off as a bit wet behind the ears but nice and intelligent. Oh well, thats accurate really. lol

 

I had heard from their current graduates that they drill you at the interview, which is true, but it really isnt that bad at all, its good because then you realise you can add more to the answer, and hopefully do so. It wasnt particularly relaxed or enjoyable, as I have heard interviews are at other places where they do group activity interviews. I have one such group interivew this afternoon which is meant to be a good one, so that should be er good. I was in there for about half an hour and ended up getting home at about 930am and ate the second half of my breakfast. Having said that though I have also been to a group interview before and it was the worst one I have ever been to.

 

I should really have a look up on the internet about some homework of mine, and try to think about answers to this afternoons questions...

 

Wish me luck! 

I havent had too many dreams lately, or ones I thought suitable to blog about- I know what you are all thinking but its not what it may seem. But last night I had a bizzarro dream-not just bizzarre, bizzarrO! I went to a haidressers, a cheap one, they appeared to be closing as it was about 9pm at night (in my dream it was more like ten am, details details). I walked in and asked if they would mind doing a quick trim on me and they said "Oh of course, if we are here we'll do it". So I didnt really know where to sit, and stood there awkwardly for a moment before I was ushered into a chair, and then two of them proceeded to moisturise my legs, which was nice, but unexpected and a bit wierd too. hahaha...and then I woke up, less a hairy! I probably had the dream because lately my hair has started to get rather long and I have noticed it, as you do. I havent been thinking about cutting it but obviously my subconcious has!! WOAH! I might get my fringe back though, but I wasnt thinking about a trim at all. I think when I do eventually get a trim I'll get my fringe back. Man this dream has been pivotal in my decision making.

 

I also thought I would give you female readers, and I shouldnt be sexist so I will retract that, and say instead, ALL YOU READERS a tip. Nivea pearl & shine makes you look SICK because its like PALE pink and it tastes like sunscreen. But it does moisturise well if you can get past those other rather pasty features and afford to pay four dollars. Does it even have sun protective factors in it? Thats what I'd like to know, it doesnt say it does on the pack, so how do they justify the fucking flavour its infested with?? Answer me that NIVEA!

 

God these people who ring up radio stations like mix 101.1 make me sick "I just want to tell him I love him and...SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE! And then they dedicate the song "I want to know what love is"....OH MY GOD...NO....Im going to take a little time, a little time to look around me *oooo* Ive got nowhere left to hide it looks like love has finally found me....IN MY LIFE....theres been heartache and pain, I dont know if I can face it again, cant stop now, Ive travelled so far to change this lonely life...CHORUS I want to know what love is....!!!!....I want you to show me...I want to feel what love is...I know you can show me REPEAT CHORUS...WHY DOES HE SOUND LIKE HE IS IN PAIN?? .....Lets talk about love......love that you feel inside....Im feelin so much love...I know you just cant hide...

 

I just dont know how to end this blog now.

So its a sunday night, all I want to do is relax and read a book or play my guitar. Jez wants to go for a walk which isnt that appealing but I would go anway, if I had the time. You see I have this assignment due on Tuesday. Well not due as such, but our group has decided we will do everything by then, which is fine. But upon sitting down to do it I have sort of realised that we really arent very organised at all, either that or we are and just dont know it. Erm lol that makes sense to me, what it means is that, by chance things may turn out good, and therefore we would be organised without having known it. Man that would be good. I'll keep dreaming.

 

The topic is Asthma in children, sounds easy right? wrong. Reason being we have to include a journal article, some annual report type stuff from a health agency (oh if only I knew of one), relevant demographic data, local/state/fed gov policies, issues faced-a critical analysis, environmental factors that impact management, community resources with a minimum of 8 ref's between all of us (preference for journal/text/web-based which is australian and less than 8 years old). Blah blah blah.

 

In our group meeting we said that we would all go and find community resources for our local area and then talk about the other stuff as well. On tuesday we are planning to put it all together and add on an introduction and conclusion. I have a feeling its going to be the most jumbled up peice of work ever, its going to need some serious editing. We have to write 500 words each, and speak for 3 minutes or so each. It is meant to add up to be 15 minutes. Its funny really I complain about how busy I am, but if it werent for uni, I wouldnt be, it just takes up so much time and thats without even doing any study. Groan.

 

Obviously our minds were elsewhere when the organisation took place. Our tute teacher can be blamed, she was like blah blah blah its all about your community resources its not an assignment about asthma. Thats nice, but part of it IS about asthma, which we have now neglected. Ah yes projecting blame, its great.

 

This happens every semester, its not fun. Do you ever feel like your life is all just a little bit of history repeating? Its the same old rut. I will be glad when I start working, then at least it will be a new rut. Then new history can repeat itself.

 

This task seems insurmountable right now. I dont plan on calling the others at this time of night (8pm, but its a sunday) yet I want to do some of it. I might just collect my information but not write anything, I'll see them in class/lecs tommorrow, I wonder if they have had the same realisation that I have had, sadly I doubt it. Then tommorrow after my 12 hour day I can stay up late to finish it WOO HOO before an even LONGER day the next day in which I will get up at six go to uni lecs etc do groupwork come home go to guitar/soccer/bball. Its all good I get to sleep in on wednesday so I wont be exhausted, and once again have no time to do other study. If you work hard, you have to play hard too or you go nuts.

 

I dont think I would even if I had the time yet it stresses me to think of it. I just have a lot to do this week/every other week of semester, I am working every night except tuesday, at uni the first three days, and then I have a couple of interviews on thursday. Friday is free during the day, and it could be a productive homework time, but if I dont stop and take a few breaths then I am sure I will fall over. Then I am working saturday and going out that night- not sure where yet but I am going out since I bought 2 new pairs of shoes today hehe! (two pairs, why? you ask, in case I grow a second set of feet of course). This is what happens when I get paid. Sunday I have soccer and then that arvo is free.

 

So sorry to all the academics who think that students spend time STUDYING because we just CANT.

 

None of this really matters...I must have a low stress threshold or something...and think of the starving children in Africa.

 

I think its time to play some Alanis Morrisette.

 

My head is far too full right now. And people wonder why I am single, I am too busy MAN. Thats b/s really...anyway I better get back to the grind.

 

Btw thats not even the half of it...

 

End rambling.

Last Sunday I played indoor soccer, the ref was basically a joke. I know people get shitted over reffing, I am not really one of these people, I think if the team is that good/bad, it shouldnt affect the outcome in most cases, and a few slips here and there is only normal, they are only human afterall, and it isnt easy to be a ref. Anyway, last sunday, was a joke, because I was kicked in the stomach, fairly obviously I might add, I went so far as to look at him and say "Do I get a free kick for that?" Like, call the foul, you idiot. To my horror, he just looked at me blankly and said no, because it had been an accident I presume. How do they know it was an accident. They may think they know but really, does it make any difference. A foul is a foul. Anyway, during the game he said countless times "Play on, while you still can"...what the fuck kind of call is that? I may be being pendantic but I found it unneccessarily long and basically stupid. Its a waste of my brain proccessing time. There is really no need to say anything, but if you did, a simple, play on would be fine. We won the game in the end, so I didnt make a complaint though it crossed my mind.

 

Then I played again on Tuesday. This game was much rougher. The ref we had kept telling us to stop pushing, yet didnt call hardly anything, because she claimed she couldnt tell who was pushing-scared to make a call? incompetent? Id say so yes. Anyway, this was extremely frustrating, as being the light weight person I am, I tend to cop it the worst and when someone pushes me I tend to fall over- I dont know how you can say that it is hard to tell who was pushing in that case. And that happened at least three times. At one point I had posession and some girl was pushing me in the back, and I just cracked it and I said "Ref please! Call the foul!" and she did. I am sorry to say it, but I was standing directly in front of her, and it was extremely obvious that I had been pushed, yet she waited until I completely cracked the shits to call it. That is NOT how to ref a game.

 

A game becomes rougher, when these things arent called. Continously telling us not to do it is stupid. The other team was much pushier- I may be biased, but that is true. I am not one to push back (not in indoor anyway) however the other girls in the team did push back. So if in the beginning she had called it, there would have been less to call, because it would have only been the one side for the most part, who would be being called on it, and therefore if it was being called we wouldnt be feeling so hard done by. Also otherwise, as in the case of the game we had the ability to push back without being called on it, and the need to do it, as justice wasnt being done. A vicious cycle really.

 

At one point I was kicked in the stomach again, and yes it wasnt called, this irritated me of course, especialy as it made me feel sick. At the end of the match we said all this to the ref who said "Well it was coming from both sides, if I was to call it I would be calling fouls the whole game and you wouldnt really get to play" Slight exageration there. But so what? Thats the rules, they are there for a reason. She basically just has no idea about soccer, is all I can say about her. There is no excuse for ignorance though. Learn the rules before you ref.

 

It was truly bizarre the things she saw that no-one else did. Like the goal I scored and apparently my foot was over the line, yet the opposition even said they didnt see it. I am happy to let that one go. Then ...this one I cant let go. I got another goal, I was standing the closest to the goalie as tends to happen when you score, and she was crouched down behind the line, holding the ball, the entire ball was over the line. Then the ref was like, yeah that didnt go in, no goal. Clearly that was the worst call of the match. Fuck getting kicked in the stomach, if you get a goal and you KNOW it is a goal then they say it isnt, its like YOU COULD KILL. Spastic whore!

 

In the end the other team won. Just complete bullshit really. I believe shit reffing ruined the game and we should have at least drawn or even won. I was truly shocked at the outcome. They were a shit, rough team. Shit teams tend to be rougher- a sign of not much skill. At one point the clock stopped because she accidently pressed some button. Then she accidently gave the other team a couple of goals they didnt score. What the fuck, its a remote control lady, not a spaceship.

 

I do enjoy indoor soccer, and find it isnt reffed too badly really. It is confusing at first because the rules are different to outdoor. After playing outdoor, indoor is a bit of a joke. I think I would be better suited to something like footsall. Or somewhere that doesnt have ground to roof nets. Basically nets are gay, brick is better-the ball bounces better off it. But what I would really like is if there was lines to mark the edge of the court, that would be ace. Indoor soccer with outdoor rules, on a smaller court, ace. Im not too sure if the offside rule would work but eh.

 

Enough is enough, when its enough. My wisdom teeth hurt. I should get a guard plate for sports, or a mouth guard even.

Today at about 7am I went out to my car, as I do every tuesday, to head off to uni. Only today wasnt like most days. Today I discovered that my car had been vandalised, yet...again. I have lost count of the amount of egging/side view mirror smashing and antenna smacking occurances. I guess in some ways it is like most days but not most Tuesdays... it is surprising to me, that this act of crime occurred on a Monday night. I thought that was when all the good tele was on??

 

It seems that the criminal who performed this act had a particular dislike for my antenna (which as previously blogged, they had bent into an S shape only a few weeks or so earlier). This time, they had snapped it off clean and it has disappeared. Strangely the end of it is a little bit charred looking, so I suspect they may have used some kind of heating device to help them bend and snap off the antenna. A bird, collects shiny things for its nest.

 

Ironically, as I had my car serviced today, the guy called me up whilst I was in a lecture :S and said he thought the car was in really good nick for its age. Obviously he had overlooked the smashed in left front corner (which makes it unroadworthy), the tape on the side view mirror which I have been too lazy to remove even though it has been securely superglued, and the snapped off antenna, the peeling paint on the roof, the bird shit and tree sap and crumbs/bubble gum that coat its exterior and interior respectively. Aside from that it is in great condition, I agree. The engine is anyway, he said it was running perfectly. $143 service, fantastic!...cheapest ever. I best be off to guitar!

Has anyone ever messed up something as basic as say, spag bog? Or as most would call it, spaghetti? No, not that stupid? Well you have one up on me then...lol...

 

The funny thing is that I have cooked it many times before with no issues, it is truly idiot/fool proof, at least I thought it was, but I am obviously a bit rusty in my pasta boiling skills. The reason for this is very honourable though. Lately I have been assisting my brother to cook stuff, I figure, he will need to cook one day, and I think cooking skills would help him in that endeavour. So its completely selfless you see...well the truth is I cant be bothered doing it all the time as Mum is working more now. As we all have very erratic timetables the cooking is shared quite equally now, which is nice really. Nice to cook sometimes without someone breathing over your shoulder. Nice to know you cooked it yourself, and nice to give Mum a break. Nice to know Jez is demonstrating new skills, exciting even. Nice to eat with two or three instead of four people for a change. New dynamics at the dinner table after years of autocratic meals with the parental parents.

 

I do like to cook, but find that I am criticised for doing things my own way and it just becomes a headache. If you want me to cook, just let me do it! I need no interference/supervision, despite tonight's minor problems I know I am very competent in the kitchen. I make a mean parma that I am very proud of! The only stuff I cant do is complicated pastries that no one can do anyway.

 

Now I will get to the story of what happened tonight. I put pasta in a pot which was say half full of water, put the lid on, and turned the jets on...then I waited whilst the water reached boiling point, at which point I put the timer on for seven minutes. As it boiled I pushed the bits of pasta that were sticking up a bit out of the water down and noticed to my amusement, that the steam had SINGED the ends of the pasta to a golden brown (about 1cm on a few strands). Interesting and unexpected things do happen in my kitchen it would seem. Then when it was done I got the night's taste tester to tell me if it was cooked enough, it got the thumbs up. But upon eating it I thought it could have done with a bit longer.

 

Just goes to show if you want something done right, do it yourself. Mum always undercooks pasta and it just shits me. She cooks her own special wheat free pasta which is cooked properly and then ours is UNDERCOOKED. BAH! She doesnt care cause she doesnt have to eat it. I have no words. Anyway so then I strained out the water etc and put the sauce on top, not bothering to heat it because I figured that the super hot pasta would just heat the sauce itself. Didnt quite work out that way, maybe it would have if I had mixed it through, and then I put too much freshly grated parmesan on it, so didnt eat the last bits of my meal, which was annoying. Not that I was still hungry, I just really hate waste. It was too gross to add to Dads meal (glad wrapped in the fridge, as is mums).

 

Look who's cookin now. I wonder if there will be any complaints for tonight...probably that I left the pots on the stove, I should dry them and put them away. Better yet I'll tell Jez to do it. Excellent, he is walking to the kitchen as we speak. I have him so well trained these days!...well I did cook tonight. Its some sort of unwritten rule that the chef gets other people to clean up.

 

//smooth operator//

Lets hope it doesnt become third time lucky. I just wrote a medium sized blog, went to publish it and msnspaces like I REJECT YOUR BLOG ITS CRAP, and froze or something, and it didnt work. Thats a bugger!...brb food...twould appear there isnt much to eat in the house. I cant say I am surprised though. I swear the temperature just dropped about sixteen degrees. *changes attire* I dont think this thing is ever going to be written...lol That chocolate didnt really do much for me. I am starting to get into the habit of eating a bit late at night, I should have a milo, that would rock, a warm milo on a cold night. Perfection itself. Ah warm milky bliss.

 

Now what did I write about in the other blog...the original, but not possibly the best. However we will never know now...

 

The new look msnspaces...I like it, I find it less cluttered, anyone else a fan? Not a fan? Tell me now, and tell me why :P...

 

It may look better but functionally it is essentially the same, if not a bit more fucked up. Reason being, that I am unable to sign in normally, but have to go through other peoples sites, what the? I seem to have found a loophole. No-one else is having as much difficulty as I am though, I wonder why, probably because my blog is choca's full of shit and they cant fit it through the tubes. *BOOOOM TISH!*

 

I also wrote about how busy I am. Dont we all just love to bitch and moan and cry about how BUSY we are *wa wa wa*. I wasnt so much bitching though, just typing in a motivated way about my exciting upcoming activities. I have to go to heaps of lecs and tutes, I have two subjects being run over five weeks, then I am out on clinicals for a couple of months to do my speciality and "consolidation" placement. I am guessing that means you have something to consolidate though so I am not too sure how that is going to go for me :P Truth in every joke...Im sure it will be a hoot. What else, oh yes, I have a lot of shifts to get through at work, much study, assignments, a group presentation in front of half of our year level in a rather large lecture theatre affectionaly known as "the tennis centre"...

 

I am guessing there will be about 150 students there. I have two exams also. Its all fun and games in uni-land. Honestly though I am so over the place and having to drive out there and do all this stupid shit they get us to do and then you forget it and feel like just as much of an incompetent idiot as when you started the course. Though I am sure thats not the case. Its just how you feel when you are over it. So NOW I may be bitching. Borderline bitching. No, I am venting. Whats the difference you ask? Well its subtle, I'll tell you when you are older.

 

No I think bitching is going on and on about shit that is none of your business anyway, venting is discussing your frustrations and such...and therefore a=b + c squared. See the theory of relativity makes so much sense. Learning is so beautiful, I love uni. Thats why I need to vent you see...venting the love.*

 

Back on track. I also have two interviews set up with two different hospitals, on the same day-its going to be an intense day! Lucky for me they are my two top preferences, YAY. I am expecting to get a couple more phone calls to set up some others in the coming days/weeks. I have also applied for graduation and I sure hope it went through because I didnt get a confirmation email. I have also been informed that as nursing graduates we wear dark pink...WRONG!...anyways I went to the desk with the computer at uni where you do it, and then realised I could do it at home. I asked the lady to help me as I didnt know what I was doing having not done it before, and then she had no fucking idea how to do it because they had updated the website, and then she walked off, I was like ....what the fuck? People are idiots. Thanks lady, thanks. Now you arent going to know for the next student who asks you, what do you DO all day?? So busy, NOT helping people?? Dont judge her Elyse dont, you arent in her shoes...whatever inner voice, I dont care!

 

That is a serious pet hate of mine. And that is actually the second time it happened in one week at uni. People who are meant to help you in shops or whatever, being freaking rude to you. I mean, where to they get off? I would NEVER be rude to a customer. They are clearly in the wrong job, thats what I think. It just totally pisses me off. VIRTUAL SLAP!......no make that a virtual FLY KICK.

 

Only my social life and hobbies can keep me sane in this last hour. I swear my car had better not asplode.

 

//Take the pressure down because I can feel it its a risin like a storm//JF

 

//Its times like these you learn to fly//FF

 

I cant remember what I wrote at the end. This will just have to do. I best be off to bed now.

 

*Some of the things written in this blog have a meaning so deep you may not see it.

Lately, my car just hasnt been itself. I say it like it is a person almost. I'll tell you why it hasnt been itself. It has been making more funny noises than normal. This didnt bother me too much since it is an old car, and all cars have their wierd noises they make. But it also seems to be struggling more, straining more, putting in more effort to do what it normally would not need to rev as much for. That bothered me, I sensed something was not right. Anyhow so its bout 1000kms over the time it should have been serviced because I have needed to drive it every day for shiftwork. I suppose I could have put it in in a morning or something but I was going to wait until I got my tax money as well. 1000kms is really not much at all I believe. Well it wouldnt have been if I had checked the oil...

 

So Dad and I went and tested the oil, it was very very very low. So we put in a bottle, then another bottle. It is running much better now. Dad was a bit paranoid that I had damaged the engine. I really doubt it. He thinks I shouldnt drive it unless I really have to until it gets serviced because the oil will be dirty still. Unfortunately I have to drive over two hours tommorrow to go to uni then work, but I will book it in for thursday or friday, and not drive it after tomorrow. Good thing I trusted my gut feeling and didnt let it go until it was totally stuffed.

 

You've really got to be pro-active with car maintenance. I am learning slowly. You see, the reason I didnt check it earlier, aside from being silly, is that the oil light didnt come on, and also because last time this happened (yes it has happened before) the symptoms of a lack of oil were different. I am so medical...the car didnt start very well, you really had to wait for it to start. This time it was fine, just didnt run so well. Tricky stuff.

 

Just as I have said before, its like everything that could go wrong, does, when it comes to my car. Just last week I had a freaking flat tyre. I must take some responsibility this time though. It does seem very stupid of me to not have checked the oil earlier, I am just lacking in car education. I reckon if I had driven it to uni it would have died on me, or possibly damaged the engine and/or made it explode :P Anyone know if that is true? I shouldnt joke, its no laughing matter.

 

You are your readership...

I am still wondering...

What the hell is that smell? I think its me. Note to self: shower after sports, not three hours after.

 

//I have this wierd pain where my appendix is- maybe I should be pro-active about that too//

I have recently been wearing track pants quite a lot, you could almost say I wear them too much. They seem to have become the staple of my wardrobe. When you look in my wardrobe its like *black trackies with white stripe down the side, black trackies with white stripe down the side, black trackies with white stripe down the side*. 

 

I am not too sure how this has happened, but I now tend to wear black jeans with a nice top or a dress when I go out, and trackies the rest of the time. I have a perfectly good pair of cargoes and other blue denim jeans, and brown cords, but it just never seems to cross my mind to wear them. I do wear the occasional skirt also- sometimes I just feel the need to dress in a more feminine manner, you know. I have become a slave to comfort though, and I am wondering... Do I just not care what other people think anymore? I really love track pants.

 

Im not sure if I blogged about it or not, but quite often Jez and I go up to the local servo and buy coffees or pringles or gum, once he even bought a beanie (now he has a collection of three-its become a style statement "Yes I am a bum" but he pulls it off well). I had two beanies at the height of my collection, and have now lost my favourite and I have no idea where it is. Its a loss I mourn daily.

 

It has also been very cold lately and so I tend to, you guessed it, wear track pants up there, with a big jacket of some description, as does he, with a beanie of course, sometimes I have my hood up as well. Whenever we do this we would get suspicious looks from the guy who seems to work there the most often- I guess he is the manager. We must have looked a bit dodgy. Two young people, hanging out there often, taking our sweet ass time about getting stuff, being in different parts of the store to eachother, and WEARING TRACK PANTS!...oh goodness me!

 

It seems wearing track pants puts you in the dodgy basket. I am just trying to keep warm people! Anyhow I went up there about a minute ago, and the guy must be getting used to us track pant wearing people being nice, polite, and buying things every time we go up there (ie. not criminals), because he actually said "Hi how are you" instead of the usual suspiciously toned comment "Can I help you with something" ie. please leave before you steal something, because make no mistake about it I AM WATCHING YOU.

 

I am considering not wearing track pants as much, as it took a long time to build up to this new level of rapport we now have with "the servo guy". I dont care too much what people think, but I dont want people to be thinking I am dodgy though. However exciting news- I bought a magazine today. Honestly that is sad, but for some reason it did excite me, probably because its complete trash about how messed up everyone elses lives are, but yet they are still pleasant to look at, and somehow manage to make people want to emulate them. I havent bought a magazine for awhile, if I dont read it soon I will fall asleep. I got up before the sun rose to do an early shift today, and after the last fortnight I am totally screwed. Yay for me, I am working all weekend and going out saturday night, good thing I can sleep in until 9 on monday!

 

My dressing habits I am sure will change for the more formal as I am now back at work. I will wear "work*" pants, not jeans, making sure to dress in a more smart casual or just more presentable manner. Even though most people wear jeans at work, I am just over them I guess and have no desire to buy a new pair. What I would really like is a pair of snap trackies that you can rip off easily when you get hot warming up at training/games. Who would have thought you could write so much about trackies- haha ONLY I!

 

*Work pants may be what most people know to be work pants, or they may be tight track pants tucked into jeans, because it looks neat and is currently fashionable and acceptable.

 

//Where can I buy these snap pants?//

"Sorry an error has occured, this has been forwarded to our technical team". Does msnspaces have a team as well?

You know it just occured to me, blogging is a little bit retarded in some aspects I mean, why not have a good old conversation? (ie. they comment, you comment back, they comment, you comment, they comment). Continue on...I will comment back. Did you see my blog today?

 

There has been an abundance of new words lately...heres a few of my favourites...

 

ahh fuck it, you just tell me yours instead!

 

But heres a couple to get the ball rolling...  Blogerific, Blogication...

 

No wonder noone (no-one, sp?) knows how to spell anything anymore! Bah!

 

 

When you nudge someone, you become 10% more annoying.

 

The last few weeks, I had been hibernating a little bit, still going out and such but things were rolling along at holiday pace. This week, its quite a different pace and quite frankly, me so tired. Monday I had first day of clinicals working with kids...so I had to get up early, like, quarter to seven early. I went there, went into the ward where we were meant to be meeting at 8am for orientation and said something like, hey im blah blah where are we meeting to a random staff member behind the desk, who I later came to know was a NUM (nurse unit manager) lol. She seemed slightly annoyed and said, blah blah go to the front foyer and find out whats going on. I was like er okay...I thought I was asking what was going on but sure I'll wait out there...(didnt say that of course, just thought it).

 

So upon going out the front I met up with three other VU students who were like yeah I went and asked her...I was like uh okay no wonder she was sick of it by the fourth student lol. Still not my fault, I hadnt done anything wrong, not the best first experience to have of the ward. Anyhow we waited, chatted, waited some more, discussed calling the ward from the front foyer. Waited and chatted some more, then called them and they realised that the person who was going to meet us was on holidays and they hadnt been expecting us for a few weeks or something. So somewhere along the lines someone had stuffed something up. I felt really rather uncomfortable about it like we were inconveniencing (sp) them. Yuck. So after that things improved and I just went home and worked on my CV/Cover Letter and such. The rest is a blur...

 

Tuesday I had a morning shift and started AT 7am so I got up at like 5:45 UH ...so drowsy in the car. Then that evening I had guitar/basketball/grad evening/lots of phone calls to organise basketball since we were down a player or two. REALLY a bit nuts but not as bad as I thought, I wasnt tired which was unexpected and nice. We lost the game but it was fun anyway. When I say lost, I mean, we had our ass kicked six foot under lost. haha...ahhh its just a game, its not whether you win or lose, plus other random cliches. I had dinner at like 9:30 and went to bed at 10, fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, then got up at 5:40 (I was nearly late the day before so got up five minutes earlier). Its really not good to fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow it is a sign you are sleep deprived-what a surprise. It is ideal to lie there for about ten to fifteen then fall asleep. If however you dont fall asleep after 10-15 you may be over tired, or not tired, so they say to do something to distract your mind-read/tv/music whatever, then try again shortly after. Milk is good I find, it has a chemical in it that makes you a bit sleepy. Sleep is a whole other blog though. 

 

Today upon leaving the house at around six am I drove and then what I thought was my engine started making a banging noise. It got louder, quieter, louder, then REALLY loud. I was like oh my god is my engine going to explode, I dont think the noise is going to go away. It was louder the faster I drove, but then I drove slowly and it got loud. I was like, should I call my family or racv, am I going to go to work today? This is fucked up...I pulled over in a petrol station, which was extremely luckily about 100 metres away. I opened the window as I pulled in and said to some random guy, is it my tyre? He was like Yeah its your tyre. (what else could he say though really lol) I had clicked it was the tyre making the noise as I could hear it better with the window open. I parked the car and was like, hmm ok...walked into the shop and said, Hey I dont know if (two guys behind counter) either of you will be able to help me I just have a flat tyre and need to change it...

 

Man, I may have a few things going through my head, but I am really very calm in situations like that. Just pointing out my positive features...yadah yadah yadah...

 

So one of them helped me, I discovered I had a jack in the back of the car which I didnt realise I had, though I had seen it before but not known what one looked like haha. So I was like oh I should call to let them know Im going to be late, didnt have the number, thought of getting a yellow pages or doing that call help thing but was like meh too much mucking around. So I just drove there, ended up being only ten minutes late-impressive!. Thought I would stop at the front desk and call ahead to let them know asap I was on my way and not dead somewhere lol. But the lady said oh just walk in there, i was like

 

...thanks? bitch...whatever! ....I ended up making it in time for the end of handover and no one cared I was late (I said why etc as I walked in)...and it all ended up fine though I was a bit annoyed at being a bit hungry as I had toast only. I didnt have cereal like usual since I would normally eat and drive which I still could have done but the bowl got a bit sticky. I realised I had forgotten my old habit of using a special container, oh well!...then this arvo I ducked into uni and there was some camera crew arriving to film who asked me for directions on where to park for the best access to buildings 9 and 10. I was helpful-how cool. Then three buses pulled in and a shitload of little kids went into building 9, I heard the busdrivers bitching about how we didnt have somewhere proper for them to park which was quite amusing...I had to do some paperwork, man the staff in admin are wierd...

 

Eventful week so far!