Thursday 22 April
Sgee and I were just talking and, if you do the maths then you'd really have to be in the minority to be in a majority. And somehow from this we came to the conclusion that we were living in a pretty ideal utopian world.
Sweet.

Thursday 22 April
At last:

And what a beauty! The product of the apathy of woman at the transport office. She couldn't be fucked getting up to see if the phone number on my form was ringable, although she did circle it and say that they wouldn't accept mobile phone numbers...? Anyway! As an ID card I'm very happy with it. The photo's wonderfully terrible in the way that all ID photos should be. First off I look incredibly dopey. And I keep wondering whether my glasses are crooked or if that's my whole head... and they spelt my name CHOLOE! Isn't that wonderful? I should get it changed to that for real! Also I like the colour and the general government ID feel about it. It's just that particular shade of bureaucrat, Queensland style. Wonderful.
For something completely unrelated (any other segue would just be wrong) the last two nights I have had sex dreams where things were just starting to get good and then I remembered my responsibilities. What the...?! It's a dream for Pete's sake, I have no responsibilities! Not even to stuff like the basic laws of nature! I should be able to sleep with who I like. It's. just. not. fair.
And that about sums it up for now. Oh yeah and I bought a full-price CD for the first time in just about ever yesterday and it was very exciting! I haven't listened to the whole thing yet because I only just got some time to do it, but then I was reading Grace's journal and now I'm listening to Oasis in solidarity. Freaking no good indie kids. Yeah and it's their most popular album, too. None of that later "experimental" stuff. Take that!
I was just wondering, "why do I use so many exclamation marks?" And then I thought "because I probably wouldn't write about things if I didn't think they were exciting."
And then that reminded me!! I saw a high-speed pursuit yesterday!! In fact I had the coolest day, but onto that later, high-speed pursuit hello! Anyway, what happened was that I was working in i Life Factory, as I do, and I heard some police sirens. This was really nothing out of the ordinary, but I looked out the door anyway because it's not like I had a whole lot else to occupy my mind. Across the road I saw four folk running full pelt. Chests out, they were going for it. Still, the sirens sounded really close and I thought they would never make it. Fortuitously, they had a get away car - yes a full on getaway car - waiting and they jumped in and sped off! About 4 seconds later a police car rounded the corner tearing after them. I have no idea if they made it. And that fully made my day! It was so cool! It was like something you see on TV and I saw it! A real life event that TV has been based on. That's how good it was.
And then even better than that, Sgee and I went on a date! Like a full-on going out to dinner and holding hands across the table (because we thought it was funny) date! Classy as we were we went to Pancake Manor and both ordered desserts for dinner. It was de-freaking-licious! He had a chocolate pancake (possibly a delight or a sin or some such thing) and I had an apple one with strawberries on the side. Then we headed over to Kirstin's. That was interesting! It turns out that Kirstin's family's really civilised, and even though we rang up and invited ourselves over with only an hour's notice their Mum still completely unexpectedly served us dip and drinks (and ice and crackers). It was so cool! As was seeing Kirstin again and meeting Anton for the first time. When I first walked in I thought it was just Kirstin with cut hair, but no a completely different entity. Nice boy. He showed me the weapon he'd made. It was essentially a piece of wood tied to a piece of string, but it was also much more than that. For one he had sanded the wood rather nicely and had drilled a hole through its middle. And the string was screwed in place with actual screws. And it really hurt when he hit you with it. That's what kind of a weapon it was.

Oh! And my sister's moving to England tomorrow...
Fuck.

Sunday 17 April
It wasn't just a business course...
OFFICE ADMINISTRATION!
The subjects (and I'm not making this up)
Use Business Equipment
Operate a Personal Computer
Develop Keyboard Skills
Communicate in the Workplace
Work Effectively with Others
Process & Maintain Workplace Information
Prepare & Process Financial/Business Documents
Handle Mail
Produce Simple Word Processed Documents
Create & Use Simple Spreadsheets
Access the Internet - Accessing the Internet using WWW, e-mail and newsgroups to retrieve data and download and virus scan files.
Design & Develop Text Documents Design
Create & Use Databases
Create Electronic Presentations
Organise Schedules
Exercise Initiative in a Business Environment - Skills and knowledge required to exercise initiative and influence others in a business environment, making decisions in accordance with organisational requirements.
Recommend Products & Services
Deliver & Monitor a Service to Customers
Maintain Workplace Safety

Electives:
Produce Texts from Audio Transcription
Process Payroll
Process Accounts Payable & Receivable
Maintain a General Ledger

I am well not seriously going for this job...

Sunday 17 April
At the risk of talking about music...

...

OK, it's not really about music, because I've never actually heard their music, but my Dad's friend told me to read Dead Kennedy lyrics and they're really really cool and I recommend that anyone interested in inflammatory statements should do the same. *phew*

Anyway, they're great. They accuse America of all sorts of things including the rather specific "selling weapons to the world", which I thought was rather daring. And I really like the line "Real freedom scares you//'Cos it means responsibility." Cool.

Saturday 17 April
Yeah, I was mistaken for a homeless person today. But it's a long story and I can't be stuffed. All I can say is that I looked down and I saw where the mistake was made. And then I looked at the actual homeless kids and wondered if they were ever mistaken for Eminem. Or simply kids who steal a lot of Tupac shirts. Don't expect to see me this week (unless you're Jon) because I've got five shifts at the Life Factory between now and Friday and my day off is for a hardarsed job interview and seeing of Jon. Oh and I was just reading over some old stuff that I wrote and it's true - love hurts and any automobile accident is going to be well worse at a hundred miles an hour.

Wednesday 14 April
More Australians get their news from Channel 9 than from any other source.

Wednesday 14 April
I was just talking to my friend Alex on the phone and I discovered a completely delicious rumour about an ex-friend of mine who I will refer to here as "Rhi"*.

Rhi came to the school new in grade eleven. She was not at all like any of our friends, yet soon become a treasured member of "the group". To put it simply we were bookish# and she was a slut. Much to our delight (seriously, it was very cool at the time) Rhi was the first of our group to gain a criminal record. At the time I was under the impression that it was for pretending to be her boyfriend's mother and having him ring up pretending to be her father (ooh kinky!) so they could skip school. This was not in fact the case. What really happened was that they got caught on camera in south bank in their Christian school uniforms while she was giving him head in a pagoda. When you look at it they literally got caught with their pants down. That's fan-fucking-tastic. Nice work Rhi! The police were called and they both gained criminal records presumably for indecent exposure, but both All Hallows' and Lauries opted to keep it hush hush. I am well amused.

Aside from that I finally stopped procrastinating and sent in my resume for the St Andrew's hospital job. I doubt I'll get it. In my cover letter I said that I would "relish" the opportunity to serve as a part of the St Andrew's team or some similar piece of wank and all I could think about was pickles.

*For this was her name.
#I, too, was an anomaly

Sunday 11 April
Because I'm allergic to chocolate, my family got me lollies for Easter!! That was so unexpected, I thought that I'd get nothing at all. Instead I got a whole bag of Jelly Bellys from Helen (and she knows all my favourite flavours) and some surprisingly well chosen Natural Confectionary Company lollies from my Dad. There was Fruit Salad (delicious!) and Gatecrashers which are the yummy sour ones. As well as that we had an Easter celebration which involved some of my little cousins and some of my big cousins coming over. In what could be starting to be a tradition we played backyard cricket, except this time we dressed up in war paint first (blue and orange zinc as well as lipstick) and there was no sprinkler. I haven't seen my little cousins for so long! They're so big now! I reckon that in a couple of years I'll be the smallest cousin again. Eep! The only solution is to stunt their growth while I still have the chance. Thalidomide and pesticide! I will shower them with ides until they're so deformed they'll need me and then I can use them as personal slaves. Good plan, Stan! As for big cousins it was just Andrew and his Mum and Dad. Andrew's very keen on business, that boy. He'll make it big someday, I hope. For now he has a very nice phone and a business plan. That will just have to do.

Hmm, aside from that heaps of other stuff has been happening. I've been hanging out with Sgee a fair bit and Jon's party was pretty tops. Mark or Sgee? They're starting to seem like different people. Mark is like somebody I don't even know. Mark is his mother's son while Sgee is his outrageously dorky and cool other self. In an 80's sitcom Sgee would be a standout character.
I had a moment recently where Grace walked into Life Factory and it felt like I hadn't seen her for like a million years but it had only been three (technically two) days.
I can't wait for Radiohead! At Jon's party we were all dancing around to one of their songs and it was cool as! I hope we get to dance like crazy little possessed lemmings at the concert. Perhaps they will electrify the floor. I would never leave anyway. That would make my day. I was talking to Rachel about Radiohead, actually, and she was discussing the implications of exactly how long she'll have to go without peeing and what her options were in that regard. Taking a bottle, not consuming any liquids, colonoscopy bag (later ruled out by space restrictions) or simply wetting herself. Disgustingly enough this last one is what she's actually thinking she'll do. And I thought the adage about a fart in a mosh pit was bad! I wonder if anyone will actually resort to this. The wetting themselves, that is. That would really add to my electrified floor idea. Actually with that it would probably be a case of everyone crapping and wetting themselves simultaneously as our bowel muscles spasmed. Except for the smart bastards wearing rubber-soled platform shoes. Still we won't move.
Hey I wonder if the platform shoe types are safe in electrical storms? Yet another incentive to be a bimbo. Liberty was discussing this yesterday. How she met a total bimbo and thought it would be so easy to be like her. Horrible but true.
In my secret other life I spent Friday at the Doleman's (nee Coffeeman) house in a celebration of his freedom from coffeemaking forever. That was a freaking ace gathering if I ever attended one. Still I somehow walked away with this deep suspicion of the Coffeeman and all of his motives. I won't let this stop me from making him burn me CD's. I wish I had something in return but there's so little of my collection that's in any way decent and I lent that all to Kim. On a brighter note I've met (not so much met as finally had a proper conversation with) two new folk who I like an awful lot. The first is Doleman's girlfriend, Tamara and the second is Dave's girlfriend Lisa. Hey wait, does it often work out like that? The guy chooses the friends and the girlfriends tag along? Because that's where I'm at with that group as well. Weird. Anyway, Tamara and Lisey are well ace and I'd have their children were it biologically possible. Perhaps one day it will be.
Well, I've certainly been rambling. It kind of makes a nice change from being all distant and guarded, I guess. I miss Ronnie so much but I don't really feel comfortable barging into his life either. We can just meet up like normal people, my barging days are over. Well at least on hiatus. Ronnie and Tim are really funny together. I was watching them when we were all a little smashed last night and jeez they were camp. Well not the campest camp that ever camped, but the both of them were cooing like their hearts depended on it and I've never seen that kind of naked cooing moment with either of them. I probably wasn't meant to be privvy to the aforementioned moment, but it was kind of hard to miss given that we were all on the same couch. Tim was so weird drunk. He kept telling me that he was sorry if he was being mean which made me think that everything he said had some kind of hidden malicious intent that I wasn't picking up. I don't think that it did and it was nice that he was trying not to be mean if that was indeed his true nature.
The idea of a cinnamon Jelly Belly is a good one, but their cinnamon is well too strong. I am avoiding these from this point forward. "Well too strong." I've been hanging out with that Sgee boy for too long. I should have brought him to the party last night, actually, he was missed. Next time, Gadget. Speaking of Jon's next party that makes me think of his last birthday party and how that was exactly a year ago (well close to it I'm sure) and how different everything was back then. It was a good feeling to have come so far and to now be friends with those then foreign people. That also reminds me of the famous "where do you see yourself when you're 30" question. I got that twice today and both times I had an answer but said that I didn't. I don't think my family is ready to accept that I don't really want a "career" as such. I can't see myself as thirty years old and working as, say, a vet. What I can see though is wanting to have a fair bit of freedom, stimulation, self respect and most importantly to have time for my friends and for having fun. It's a pipe dream, but it's a good one. Anyhow half the freaking population is allegedly "downsizing" right now and so really I'm just skipping that middle step where you have a really good job in the first place. Fuck it. I just don't see the point. I'm going to uni in a couple of months and hopefully that is where I'll stay. That is if I like it. Because hopefully I can talk my way into an Arts degree at UQ and what would be better than a life spent learning and researching and stuff with those generous generous uni holidays? I know my life plan changes with alarming regularity, but this particular plan does fit a lot of my goals. A little money, a lot of time, a job that isn't really a job. The End.
Cue applause, curtain closes, the uncertainty lies in the second act. Goodnight.