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SEPTEMBER 5, 2003: MISERABLE AND TIRED:
So I am still having difficulties with my server. However it is too early to call them and complain. I'll deal with it for the moment, ergo I will be shitty when the phone bill arrives and my local call costs are up by $10. Bastards.
I have a few dreams last night that were rather pretty and interesting.
I was so tired and sad yesterday, though sleepy more than anything. All day I wanted to sleep, and tried my hardest. For five minute blocks I would nap until Missy jumped on me, or something else made me get of my fat arse. I did have enough energy to do things like walk to the store for milk and take Missy outside for a swinging good time.
It was then that it occured to me that it was spring. It only occured to me because it was so warm that we were able to go outside without jackets and the sun was warm. Europe complained of a heat wave that came pretty close to our average summer, so imagine what it is going to be like here this summer. Not only has it been a short and relativly mild winter (albeit the last month) but there are also water restrictions here. Apparantly my parents area are completely off restrictions, though we remain on level three. We narrowly avoided level four about a month ago.
I am not dreading the warm weather so much this year as I intend on being relativly thin and being able to wear nicer and lighter clothing without shame. Also, I am looking forward to putting the midget back into dresses because she is such a little girl and has lots of beautiful clothing for summer. It helps that she will still fit into last summers clothes becasue they were beautiful too, and still are. Her hair is also long enough to be tied back at the moment, mainly because she likes to have it tied up. I do believe that I have a really girly girl on my hands. No complaints from this end.
As for my essay yesterday, it isn't actually due until next week. The way she write it the 4pm looked like September 4. So that was a relief when I saw it. I hate sociology and still wish that I could get into architecture. Perhaps this weekend I will find out how to apply and write a really grovelling letter, or something of the sort. Oh well. Butter on toast and all that. Cheers. POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 0745HR. COMMENT.
EERIE:
Can you say OMG:
Try to ignore all the social invitations that come your way today. You need some time off, Georgia. Spend the day in bed with a good book, or playing quietly with your children. Trust your sense that your body needs to rest and your mind needs to recharge. This one day of rest will be all you need to face the coming days with renewed vigor and enthusiasm.
There is sometimes something spookily correct about these horoscopes. Really. that was for yesterday. Cheers.
POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 0753HR. COMMENT.
INAPPROPIATE BEHAVIOUR:
There were a couple of subjects on my mind these last few days that I wanted to write about, but obviously did not have the compunction to do so. The first was inspired by the friday five from last week regardign your favourite teacher. I said that mine was my highschool psych teacher. But in a way that is not true. Yes, he let me out to have cigarettes. Yes it was he who was driving the bus that I fell out of at a high speed. And yes it was he that kepot giving me A's though I did very little work. He was not however, the teacher that I had a crush on, and the one that I am sure reciprocated the feeling.
This teacher was the substituate drama teacher during year 9, Mr. Steven Blow. He reminded me of Mr. Pink, aka Steve Buscemi (?).
Now don't get me wrong, I never volunatrily took drama, instead I skipped my law class (which I subsequently still managed to pass) to sit in on his class. I remember once talking to him between classes and he told me he thought that I was a year 11 student. I guess that makes him no seem so creepy now, however...
The things that I remember most is him walking with me. At the time I worked in the supermarket and had to walk from school to work. On several occasions he would be riding past, stop and walk the rest of the way with me. I don't remember anything that we talked about, but it must have been a bit considering that it was a 30 minute walk. Any other teacher would have waved and gone on by. As you would expect them to. I am not the model student, as you all should know. Considering that I am apt to not realize that a guy fancies me until it is too late (Barnsey esp.) because I think that everyone hates me, then if I think that someone likes me then they must be giving out some pretty big hints.
Now that I think about it, if he thought I was in year 11 and only flirted with me, then things aren't so bad,as that would have made him only 5 years older that me, asn I have been with guys much older than that.
There is a drama teacher of the same name in England (to save face, the name that I have given, like most others here, is not real), but that is not him. It would be interesting to know what he is doing now, if he has been banned from teaching becasue of an affair with a student. Or if he has become a much better teacher and all that broo-haa-haa. I would like to know, but I don't know why. I guess I am one to reminice.
Cheers and merry be.
POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 0853HR. COMMENT.
DUMB LAWS?:
The law of my dreams exists in Australia (apparantly):
It is illegal to walk on the right hand side of a footpath.
It makes so much sense and in future if I walk straight ahead and someone won't get out of my way, I will tell them that they are breaking the law! YEAY!
Yes, I am insane, but it makes so much sense. (via: Dumb Laws)
I've missed surfing stupid websites to waste time. Sigh....
POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 1049HR. COMMENT.
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