Bah. Bloody. Humbug.

I made a mistake at work last night and had to explain it to all the managers today. I don't know what you guys are like, but when I talk to managers, my brain siezes up to protect itself from any outside harm; thusly, all I get is white noise.

It doesn't help that we had to review video footage; the security system at our store is more comprehensive than what you'd find at your local spy headquaters, and there were flat screen tellies everywhere and cables and sheets of paper with complicated graphs and such. My department manager said to me "you can't quite wrap your mind around it?"

At which point I thought I could totally take you, bitch.

I just wanted to scream I'm not stupid! I know I sound stupid, because I've no earthly idea what it is that you're saying to me, but I'm not! I promise!

And now I've just found an enormous piece of plastic in the salad sandwich that I bought. Wonderful.

I just found this on the net; isn't it beyond brilliant!?

For the last company picnic management decided that due to liability issues we could have alcohol, but only one (1) drink per person.

I was fired for ordering the cups…



Teehee! My work parties are never like that. Well, the official ones thrown by the managers are never like that. The ones held by us youngins are bacchanalian, riotous affairs. *grins*

*evil laugh*

I changed the noise that plays when I turn on my laptop; you know how when your computer turns on, it'll give a little introductory jingle or beep?

My laptop now yells, courtesy of Gene Hunt:

"Don't move! You're surrounded by armed bastards!"

If anybody ever nicks my laptop, they're in for a big surprise.

Oh. My. Golly. Gosh.

Mum got hit in the face with a basketball today. She was on an escalator at the shops and then suddenly, wham! smack in the face

Mum's not the toughest of people these days, but she wasn't hurt in any lasting way. She's ok now.

Anyway, the boys that had been playing with the ball laughed when it hit her and didn't apologize, so:

drum roll please

. . . .

When they asked for their ball back, mum scooped it up, tucked it under her arm and said:

"no, you bloody well can't, and if you keep this up, I'll call the cops."

Now, sitting in our kitchen, is a basketball!

*dies*

This is going to sound incredibly naive but...

I simply cannot wrap my mind around people who hate Rose.

Oh, I understand the notion of differing opinions; I get it, but I can't comprehend how anybody can look at her and not be head over heels in love with her!

I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that she was a directionaless shopgirl, which is me in a nutshell.

I know Who is nothing if not fraught with different views on characters - given the fact that there have been about eighty thousand cast members who were all regulars. I think my confusion stems from new!Who folks, more than the fans of the old generation. People who had a favourite from old!school (that must have, at some point been replaced) aren't necessarily coming into the show and characters with a fresh mind.

( A few thoughts on RTD's recent interview. Spoilers! )
( My thoughts on Season Four of Doctor Who. Spoilers! )

My life is so ridiculous sometimes.

I was walking down the street, feeling guilty about the new purse I'd just bought when my current purse is only three weeks old, when BAM!

I remember a completely embarassing thing that I said to my manager whilst drunk at a cocktail party last weekend.

Isn't that the way it always works? I'd say I'd never drink again, but I have a twenty-first and a Christmas party next week.

Oi to the vey.

Also, someone tried to steal about one hundred dollar's worth of groceries through my register yesterday. She was all "I'll go and get the receipt from the car and be back." Oh. Please. Will you be bringing the Dalai Lama with you?

I'd like to say, first of all, that I really appreciate everybody's advice on what to do about university. I will be replying to the comments, but for the moment I'm a little frazzled, about both that and today's developments.

My sore knee? Well, I finally bowed to my folk's poking and prodding and went to see the family Doctor. Anyway, the short end of the tale is that he's sending me off tomorrow for a test to 'rule out' the possibility of a DVT.

He said that it's just to get the possibility out of the way, but it's certainly not something I liked having brought up in my appointment. I'm not worried, per se, but it's on my mind. Know what I mean? He sent me home and told me to take an aspirin to thin my blood.

Anyway...I guess we'll see. I had to take tomorrow off work, which is annoying. Work means money.

On another, brighter note; this will make sense to those that will care;

THE season four spoiler?

I am both euphoric and heartbroken. Heartbroken because it means the end all over again.

I poked my nose into doctorwho and WOW. I simply cannot believe how rudely people give their opinion, not just about the spoiler, but about many things. There is no truth in opinion when it comes to fandom; I think Big Brother is stupid and wish that it wasn't aired. That doesn't mean I think it *shouldn't* be aired, because you might very well like Big Brother. Who am I that my opinion should deny you?

I guess I'm just used to my happy, squeeing, time_and_chips shippers.

Ok, flist, if it's not too much trouble, I really need some guidance.

These last few months, I've been working and working, trying to save money for my trip to the UK. My plan was to sign up with a programme which would me help sort out work; pub/restaurant work, with subsidised accomodation and such. I'd spend a couple of months in England, working/holidaying, and then travel.

I've completed my first semester at uni, but it made me more miserable than I've ever been in my life. I took a year off and never really went back. I've now been out of uni for three semesters, which is one more than my year off allowed. I was fairly certain that Monash was pretty much done with me. Then two days ago, I got a letter, asking me to re-enrol because I was nearly out of time.

This has really knocked me for six. My decision not to pursue the uni route until later in life has been fraught with angst and tension, within myself and my parents. My dad is pretty disappointed, even though he's learning to accept it. My dad's opinion means the world to me, so it's been tough.

Now that I know that Uni and I aren't as finished with each other as I'd thought, I'm beginning to get jittery again. I'm wondering if this is a huge mistake. My parents, and in particular my school, drilled in the need for a degree. In not attaining it, I'm wondering if I'm signing my life away.

On the other hand, I look at my mum, and I wonder if a degree is worth making yourself miserbale. I hated my time at uni. Hated it with a passion. I've struggled with depression and anxiety in the past, but I've improved in leaps and bounds this last year and a half.

I know what I want to do. I want to travel, I want to work overseas. I'm just nervous, I suppose and I wonder if I'm not romanticising life and being naive.

I keep thinking about that James Dean quote: "Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today." One could argue that he perhaps took his own advice a little too literally, but the sentiment is lovely.

Anyway, if anybody has any advice, I'd appreciate it...if anybody else has not gone down the uni/college route and not regretted it. I'm only nineteen, twenty in January.

. . . .

On an entirely different note, Australia has a new Prime Minister! It feels really odd, as John Howard has been the PM since I was little. This was the first time I've been able to vote in a Federal election, so I was thrilled. I had to close the shop on election night, so we were asking customers if they'd heard anything. A polling official came through at eleven, so she had all the news.

Also, as no post would be complete with an account of my denseness; somehow I managed to hurt my right knee in my sleep a few nights ago. Seriously hurt. I wasn't able to walk yesterday. It's still tender today, but useable. I don't know how I managed to hurt myself in my sleep. Oi to the vey.

Also, in an effort to commit myself to finishing it (it's been sitting half finished for two months), I'm going to say that I'm working on a Ten/Rose smuff (smut/fluff) piece, as a sequel to Good Morning, which was Nine/Rose smuff.

Inspired by brightillusions

The contents of my bag -

Purse and the horror it contains. Not as much money as I'd like, that's for sure.
iPod and headphones.
A letter.
Sunnies.
Keys.
Hairbrush.
Advil.
My namebadge for work. A second namebadge for work. A third namebadge for work.
Three lipglosses.
Phone.
A book.
Three bottles of perfume.
Brolly.
A small bottle of perfumed talcum powder.
Grocery list from three days ago.
Prescription.
Three pens.
Mascara.
Blush.
A mini deck of cards.
Tampons.
Several recipts.
Three sets of earings.
Cough drops.
Numerous safety pins and paperclips.
A torch.
A swiss army knife.


I'm the girl who fixes clothes when they break on the dancefloor, alright?

Also, I like smelling nice. I'm not vain, I just like perfume.

*waggles eyebrows*

Also, I was wondering if anybody who's a member of oh_she_knows could vouch for me? I "unabashedly love Rose, the Doctor, and their relationship" - you can ask my family how distressed I was about Doomsday. Trust me, you won't be let down.

I've had three too many cups of coffee today. Considering I usually drink three, if you do the math you'll realize that's entirely too many in total.

I'm feeling listless. I feel like I want the world, but can't be bothered to go after it. Which just makes me feel...nervous. Not to mention pathetic. I should just get over it.

I miss Singapore, which is odd because I'm craving chilly weather, frost and the morning bite of crisp air. I miss Orchard Road, being able to wander with the knowledge that I could be anything to anyone. Of course, I could do that at home, but there's something about being in another country.

So much needs doing. The sheets need washing, the dishwasher needs unpacking, my legs need waxing, dinner needs to be sorted, the spider that's been living next to my bath really needs moving.

Still, everything is sexier with fire engine red nails. Which is ridiculous and trivial, of course.

I did manage to finish off two books that I've been reading sporadically, which feels nice. Nothing fancy or soul-searching - "Whatever You Do, Don't Run," by Peter Allison, which is a collection of anecdotes from his time as a tour guide in Botswana and "Belle de Jour, the Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl" - which is a collection of anecdotes/blog entries by a, you guess it, London call girl. I do actually read novels.

For any Victorians...not that I think there are any of you; Oak's Day? Yes or no? A friend of mine is trying to convince me to go, but hanging around horse races and gambling, all the while in stilettos is not my cup of tea. I already have to find a dress for an upcoming cocktail party.

Sorry. I'm a bit grumbly today. I want to write and I can't seem to get anything onto paper.

Next week's NCIS is going to make me cry like a baby, I just know it.

Every single time I listen to Tainted Love, my insides melt. I swirl into memories of the Ninth Doctor, at his most adorkable, bouncing around and grinning like a lunatic and just generally making me love him to shreds.

Does anyone else feel like they sort of bounce around between Doctors? I love both Nine and Ten, completely equally, but one day I feel like reading Nine!fic, one day I feel like reading Ten!fic. They're both so wonderful.

My folks flew off this morning. The plane was delayed an hour, which was jolly, but now they're out there somewhere flying as I type. It was hard having to turn my back on the doors to customs. Mostly because I was jealous and wanted to go too, but that's neither here nor there.

Take care of them, please!

Ok, my parents fly into LAX in about 48 hours. We're seeing some pretty awful images of the fires out there. Talk about bad timing! They go from there to San Diego, which I'm hearing isn't much better. I didn't catch the news tonight, but I'm starting to worry. About my folks that is, I was already worrying about everybody over there.

Also, brightillusions, wiccagirl24 and dragonessasmith are you guys ok? I'm a bit foggy on where you guys actually are, but it's somewhere in your area, is it not?

Argh, today was such an awful day. I was so upset that I pretended that I was sick so I could leave work. We were overstaffed, so I didn't feel too guilty.

Today was Pink Ribbon Day, the main day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. This got me thinking about my mum, who, incidentally, is still not home at 8PM, because she's at the doctor's office.

There's been a lot of news recently about how breast cancer is hereditary and whatnot, so this naturally has me freaked. I've started thinking there's a lump in my left breast, and the problem is that I'm not sure if it's paranoia or something more. I'm not sure if it's there or not, or if I'm imagining it. I am prone to being paranoid about health, I know this, but I've grown up with cancer in the family and I can't quite help it. My uncle-in-law died from cancer late last year, my mum had breast cancer when I was younger and is now terminal and my uncle has cancer as we speak. My grandmother died of a brain tumor when my dad was young.

I don't know...I guess, I'm off to the doctor's office to sort everything out. It's just terrifying.

It's why I've put off uni, I suppose. It's morbid and awful, but I've come to the realization that anybody can be struck down at any moment. Cancer is...well, it's just around, and it's the luck of the draw in the end. I don't want to waste whatever time I have slaving away at something I don't want to do. I have to live in the moment.

Anway, sorry...awfully morbid and it's only the start of the week.

On a high note, I've FINALLY got my sister onto The West Wing! It's only taken me four years!

Dad: "Mum's in town, booking the tickets."
Me: "Eh?"
Dad: "The tickets to America."
Me: "Eh? Ooooh, yeah, ok."
Dad: "Yeah, for next Friday."
Me: "..."

My family is usually more articulate than this.

So, apparently, my parents are going to California NEXT Friday! San Diego and Los Angeles, although I'm trying to talk them into San Francisco as well. *flails* I'm not going! *FLAILS WAILS FLAILS*

Although, what with saving for my working holiday, I don't have the bloody money to go frolicking around the States.

I'm so very happy at the moment, which is weird. I spent a torturous year agonizing about whether or not to go back to uni, and now that I've come to a decision; to complete my course a few years from now, I feel absolutely liberated. I'm looking at booking my flights in November, which will put me in the UK in around April. So, look out! Yes, I won't have a degree, but I'll have worked overseas and been adventurous, which I think counts for a heck of a lot.

Also, how weird/cool is it that two actresses who've guest starred in NCIS, have both played Dr Elizabeth Weir, from Stargate/Atlantis.

You know, it's odd. I've been doing a re-watch of The West Wing, and even after all these years, I still cry when Mrs Landingham tells Charlie about how her twin boys were killed in Vietnam. Somehow, she makes that scene incredibly sad.

Sigh. This basically sums up my day:

I was in such a rush this morning, that I shaved my legs so badly they now feel like they're burning.

Also, I cut my ankle, failed to notice, and proceeded to bleed all over my clean, white duvet.

*growls*

I decided to chuck it all in and do nothing but sit and watch David's video diary from Doctor Who. He is such a cutie. He's all nervous about starting and he's worried that he'll be re-cast. It's funny watching him; he doesn't yet know how unbelievably popular he'll become.

Also, Billie? I just love that she bought him a "Trust Me, I A Doctor" t-shirt. They are too cute for words!

I don't know what it is, but something about David talking to a camera makes me giggle like a little girl and swoon.

Also, I'd just like to say; David says he's back in his flat in London, and he's got a single bed. I'm...not too sure what to make of that, to be honest!

*rolls eyes at self*

EDIT: Ok, I accidentally watched the beach scene. Ummmm, I suppose I'll see you all in a couple of weeks, after I check myself into rehab.

Seriously. Denial. Denial. I am so good at it, it's freakish. I feel nothing.

Ok, I'm only about ten minutes into The Visitation and I'm already head over heels in love with the Fifth Doctor.  From the moment he scalded Adric and told him that if one needed to escape from somewhere, one only needed to walk (run!).

Also?  Torchwood?  I LOVE IT!  LOVE LOVE LOVE!  It's tricky shippy though!  There is no OTP, just lots of eye sexin' and real sexin' and wishful sexin and the like.  My sister, who once said that she wouldn't touch Doctor Who with a ten foot pole, is in love with it!  *cackles*  It's on'y a matter of time until she succumbs to the charms of Chris Eccleston!

The party last night was awesome.  Drinks at Joel's and then off for a night of larking about.  I got drunk, but stopped when I wanted to, so by the time I'd sobered up I got to laugh at my friends falling all over themselves.  The night was topped off with very loud singing in the car, where I kept a close (and sober, I might add) eye on my two very drunk friends in the back seat with me; a trip to McDonald's and a short ducking from the car as people couldn't keep it in any longer were the only things that held us from our beds. 

Also?  My oh-so-innocent eyes *cough cough* accidentally fell upon a picture of Chris Eccleston doing entirely evil things with his tongue this morning, so I've finally succumbed: I shall be writing adult Doctor/Rose fic.

Sigh...I've had a bad headache for the past two days, and it doesn't seem like it wants to go away.  Tomorrow, I have a massive night out on the cards, so hopefully it'll be gone by then.  I'm in the car that's taking the birthday girl, which means we'll probably end up crawling back home at five in the morning.

I need nanna naps!  I am delicate!  *cackles*

It's funny, but when I first started going out, I was always nervous and didn't like it.  Now, at the risk of incurring your frowns, I've discovered that how awful a night can be is related (not completely) to how little you've had to drink.

That isn't to say that drink is necessary for a good night, it isn't, but it helps to avoid a bad night.  Catch my drift?  I sound like some sort of alcoholic; I don't need a drink in me to have fun, but I do have fun with a drink in me.  I'm nineteen, I think it's allowed, eh?

Luckily, I travel with people who like a drop, but always arrange a non-drinker for the night.  I'm just happy that no matter how much the world might spin beneath my feet, I always know never to get in a car with someone I don't trust.  Nobody walks in the dark by themselves, everybody is accompanied.

The problem is that I've cultivated a reputation as being somewhat innocent (oh deary me, if only they knew) so people go out of their way to corrupt me.

It's at Eve, on Southbank, so if anybody's been give me a yell; dress code and such!

Would you believe it?  I've just poked my nose around the site, and there's a bloke I know in the photos section!

Filing tax returns is somewhat akin to taking boiling hot metal shavings, stuffing them underneath your eyelids and then rubbing your face really hard until you're crying and can no longer see.

How many times do I have to tell you?!?!  HOW MANY!?!  I do not *want* a baby bonus deduction!  I have no baby!  I HAVE NO FRACKING GORRAM BABY!!!!

On a lighter note, I think I have finally found something to do with my life.  How nifty is that, eh?  My whole life and I've wrapped it up in a day.  I'm going to take a TESOL course, to qualify to Teach English to Students of Other Languages.  That's a slight manipulation of the acronym, but never mind.  My cousin and her husband are currently teaching English in Poland.

I'm also looking into a working holiday visa and a company that'll set me up for work in a pub in the UK!  *does happy dance*  I have a lot of experience at dealing with drunk/unhappy/stoned customers and folk who insist they're really of legal age when they're still sporting their umbilical cord.

Shite.  Today has been...odd.

My alarm didn't go off this morning, so I had to postpone my shower until the evening because I was running late.

I was in such a hurry that I didn't realize I'd thrown on a broken bra.  I had a low-cut top on, which finished off the ensemble nicely (!).  Now, in all honesty, I am not flat chested.  So, the day was spent with my arms rather self-consciously over my chest.

Then, I ended up spending $350 dollars in the afternoon.  To be fair, I haven't bought anything but the essentials for months, but yeesh.  I had to lock myself in the car and get the hell home before I did anything else stupid.

I bought, and I think some of you will like this:

Jeeves and Wooster
The Curse of Fenric - yes, that's right, I'm testing out the Seventh Doctor!
Torchwood part one
Two bottles of perfume from the Body Shop (no animal testing!)

...and, most importantly, after years and years of putting it off

Paint Shop Pro!