This Morning's Work

This is what I did this morning:

One of the 2 offending books. They needed to be taught a lesson. The price sticker pulled off some of the plastic covering the front picture. I was unimpressed.

I used big rolls of sticky tape to rip the rest of the plastic covering off after it had been bothering me for weeks. It was orgasmic.

The other offending book pre-tape application. It was not sensible to use such poor quality plastic to cover the picture on the cover at all. Not sensible at all.

This post is not in chronological order as blogger pics evades my naive mind.

J

Bob Brown

I find David Anders a very attractive man. You may know him as Uncle Jonathon, Elena's REAL father, in The Vampire Diaries. I more fondly know him as Julian Sark, SUPER EVIL SEXY SPY FROM ALIAS.

I am watching the very episode from whence this picture is taken:


It's the blonde thing. It gets me every time. I can't really articulate what it is about blondes that gets me. Next to Michael Vaughn/Michael Vartan, he is the most attractive person on Alias.

J

Roti Good

This is one of the tastiest things you will ever eat in your life: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roti_canai

They can be found in the frozen section of your local Oriental Superstore. Trust me, they are worth the couple of coins you will shell out for them. Cook them in a frying pan for a few minutes and you will be within seconds of pure food bliss!

I don't know if I've written this here before but a few months ago (starting around when uni started I guess) I became obsessed with sun protection. I get kind of lax in winter but during summer, I refuse to go outside without covering myself in layers (note the plural) of sunscreen. It is because I have a deep seeded fear of melanoma. I don't know why because I don't know anyone personally with melanoma but it's like this sneaky little sun of a gun that gets in you and does shit and then you get half your face cut off and you might die. Those fear campaigns on TV have really worked on me. I suppose I am their target audience; a hypochondriac.

After doing a report on dementia, specifically on early-onset dementia which effects people under 65 and is very rare, I immediately diagnosed myself with early-onset dementia. It was like I couldn't remember anything anymore! I diagnosed my mother with late-onset dementia. It was a hard time.

Last night, Little Mishelle, Big Michelle and I went to dinner except it was crap. I hate them both so much.

I also did something really spectacular this morning. I have photographic evidence and will post it here later but my camera ran out of power so I'm charging it now... You guys will just be in awe. Make sure not to be holding any hot drinks while you read/view it.

J

Never Wear Tampons, Please

This bitch on holidays:

1. Reads websites from front to back. This usually takes around three hours depending on how long the blog is. This was my favourite article from today: http://www.xojane.com/it-happened-me/it-happened-me-i-got-toxic-shock-syndrome

2. Loses her gall and fails to complete her goal from 2010 summer holidays; to hit on Alexandre BCC. He was working at IGA yesterday. I was going to buy a pack of foil tart cases. I didn't realize he was manning the counter until I was literally about to step up to the counter. When I saw who it is, I dissolved into a fit of giggles and ran off to a different counter.

3. Wastes all her bandwith on Taylor Swift videos.

4. If I wasn't on my healthy eating plan, I would be stuffing my face right now. Instead, I get to mentally struggle over whether I should eat a Tim Tam or not. I remember the first night of my healthy eating plan, I went to sleep hungry AND woke up hungry. And I was still eating all my main meals. That's how much I used to eat/snack.

That's all for now, folks.

J

Taylor Swift - "How to Save a Life"

This one's for Big Michelle.

J

Taylor Swift - "Sweet Escape"

Herren says I post these things too much and fawn over her too much. Idgaf, she is so incredible.

J

Maroon 5 - "Mine"

This is terribad but so good at the same time. I love Tay in this too, rocking out to this shit.

J

Taylor Swift - "Drops of Jupiter"

My flawless queen. She is killing it with these covers. Her voice is really improving. I hope she sings a cover at the concert next year. Usually, she does covers of artists from the area in which she is performing. Not really knowledgeable of any big musical artists that have come from Perth though...

J

I No Longer Believe in Fate...

... after watching He's Just Not That Into You last night.

Because the fact of the matter, half of love is opportunity and the other half is time. The fact is, the person you may marry or be married to for the rest of your life is likely not your soul mate. If you even have your soul mate, he's probably a telemarketer in India or a swashbuckling environmentalist in the Amazon that you will never meet.

The guy you meet and fall in love with isn't special. There are thousands of other guys out there just like him. It just so happens that you went to school with him or met him at some social gathering some time instead of meeting some other guy. Maybe if you'd stayed at the library for another 10 minutes you would have had a meet-cute with some other similar guy with infinitely better abdominal muscles.

The fact we usually meet someone in our social circles or at a place we frequent like uni or a cafe or a party or a friend's house is probably because of that tabula rasa crap. Society molds us into the same shitty people. If you go to the same uni, you probably grew up in the same city, you probably have similar values, you probably want the same shit out of life because you grew up in the same society. Maybe if Lars from Helsinki had grown up in Perth, Australia, HE would be your "soul mate."

The fact is, there is no such thing as soul mates. It's shit people make up to make shitty people like me feel better about themselves and let them think there is some romantic future for them. But I no longer give a shit because chances are I will meet someone in the next few years who PROBABLY wants the same shit I want and likes the same shit I like and laughs at the same jokes I laugh at because we grew up in the same way and were around people who were also conned and shaped into the same distortions of "individuality" as we were.

And when I meet him, I'm going to go, "I think I'm in love!" but in actuality, I'm probably not. But I'll be so blinded by years of watching A Cinderella Story that I'll just be enraptured by what he has to offer. But does he really have any more to offer to me personally than the next guy? Or is our "connection" simply a product of timing and desperation?

Is there such a thing as love or is there just affection and sex and loneliness?

J

Sunrise Viewer Prefers Today

This pretty much made my day. So many lols.

J