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Saturday, June 02, 2007
Rules: People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.6 weird things..... Never thought it would be that hard. Here goes!1. I have canned tuna with my meesua in soup.I have meesua with canned tuna, broccoli, mushrooms and egg. Almost everyday. Apparently everyone thinks that is the weirdest thing ever. But I like meesua. And I like tuna. So there.2. I like the smell of petrol.Whenever I go to the petrol station to top up my tank, I secretly inhale the fumes. Just one tiny long drawn out breath. Otherwise I might get lightheaded.3. I cannot go out without at least two pieces of jewelry on me.I always go out with a ring, a bracelet, a necklace and big earrings. Otherwise, I feel naked.4. I separate my laundry into 5 loads.Blacks. Whites. Blues. Greens. Pinks/reds/purples. And then the odd yellow top fucks up my laundry routine cause I dunno which load to chuck it in.5. Everything in my flat must be in some sort of categorical order.I stack my books according to their size and genre and author (until they got too plentiful and are bursting everywhere). My cds are arranged by genre (likewise to books). My clothes are stacked according to what I wear them for. I arrange my clothes by colour. Jewelry is in 5 stacks: necklaces, rings, bracelets, earrings, miscellaneous. Earrings are arranged by colour. Shoes: pumps, thongs, heels, sneakers, boots.6. I abhor people who take it upon themselves to massacre the English language.People who cannot differentiate between "your" and "you're", "their", "there" and "they're" deserve to die tragically. Numbers are NOT a replacement for alphabets. Case in point, "wil b l8", "wot 4", "l33t" WHAT THE FUCK IS "l33t"?!~ I experience burning urges to correct someone if they mispronounce something or spell something incorrectly. Anyone who spells "definately" must be shot on sight.
Monday, May 28, 2007
I'm doing my own freaking head in, that's what I'm doing. God, you're such a loser Daphne. Stop running away with your imagination and stick to what's at hand, GUH! Women. Nothing but misery, really.She's already running away with her thoughts faster than anyone can say 'Gin, on the rocks!'On that note, I've still got that headache from that gin I had for lunch. Maybe that's cause all i had for lunch was the gin. Hmmm. People should tell you these things before you do them.I wish someone would understand my inner conversations as well as I do.
Clear thoughts now, think proper thoughts.
SO, tomorrow we begin our new journey. The Bacchae. Wow. Somehow I'm not as excited as I should be. Is that bad? Don't know. Least it makes me glad that I found someone who feels the same way I do. Maybe it's the age thing. Maybe we more mature and less excitable. Maybe I'm just making excuses. Maybe I'm just kidding myself. Maybe I'm just jaded. Maybe I've uncovered my diva complex. Maybe I'm sick of all this and want to get some real action. Maybe I'm just talking shit. Baby steps, Daph, baby steps. We'll take things as they come, don't count the rickety planks on the bridge before we get to it, that's plain stupid.And at the end of this week's rehearsal, on Thursday evening, the start of another new journey. Aden. Go-karting. Should be interesting. Somehow I'm filled with trepidation and excitement and apprehension. Funny cocktail of feelings, ain' it? This is all so new. I can't handle it. Rather, I don't want to handle it. We'll see. This old heart's been out in the cold too long. I hate expectations, they're the worst thing since global warming. Someone should feed the expectations of the world to the dogs. Then the dogs'll expect to be fed the next day. Great. Such a vicious cycle isn't it? Who needs Greek vicious revenge cycles when you're got a daily dose of vicious cycles everyday? I really should go to bed. Or read the script again before rehearsals commence tomorrow. I'm tired of this. Get me some real work. I've one foot in the saucepan, one foot on the stove top. Make up your mind Daph. Stop playing mind games with yourself. Oh, and if Aden stumbles upon this post, ha. What a joke it will be.Honestly, I've got too much time on my hands to be able to whinge like that. Oh why don't I do better things with my time? She wonders. Cause you're a lazy cunt, that's why. - End transcript -
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