The last three days has been somewhat confronting and busy, with three major occurances on Wednesday, Thursday and Today.

Wednesday I got my results and I was happy with them. Sophie woke me up at about 7 on wednesday and asked if I wanted to check my results online cuz they were up, and she had already checked hers. I literally couldn't bring myself to click the 'results' tab on the SSABSA page so I asked Josh to do it for me and kept my head down. I nearly died when I heard a gasp from him but it turned out the be a good gasp.

I was so surprised cuz I was expecting about 61 but turns out me doing psychology gave me a whopping 5.5 extra points. I don't know how, or why, but I choose not to question it and just be fucking happy. So I had a big smile on my face for the rest of the day, and it felt like a large weight had been taken off of my shoulders. It's pretty heavy going from the start of novemeber to the middle of december wondering what score you'll get, and not being able to do anything about it to improve your score cuz school is over.

I was really happy I got 15 for extension studies, scaled to 14, I was thinking I'd get around 12 or something cuz it's a tricky subject. I just wished I had taken a bit more time on my womens studies towards the end of the year cuz I'm sure I could've gotten higher than 16, down to 15, but oh well, I'm happy with my score and I'll be able to get into the courses I want. Mum was proud of me too.

Thursday was a much less great day.

I had my driving lesson at 9:00 and it went to 10:30. I asked Trevor how much the vort was going to cost and he told me $150, and I was expecting $80 or $90 at the most. So I asked to go to the atm at the petrol station around the corner, and thankfully I still had $70 in there that I was saving for Josh's birthday...

So then we came back to the starting point, except we needed to park further up, I got in the car. And the test began.

And I failed within the first two seconds. I hit a hidden curb sticking out from the park that there was no way that I could see while I was in the car, I asked weather it was an immediate fail or not and he said he didn't know. He kept me driving for another 15 minutes, and I did perfect, I even got the shopping park done fine. Then he directed me back to the starting point and said that he had to fail me for hitting the curb cuz we were outside the motor registry building and a few people had seen me. If he passed me he could loose his job, if it had been any where else he'd have let it go, but everything else in my driving was fine and he would've passed me had that not have happened, blah blah blah, that'll be $150 please.

THANKFULLY. I have my next test for the 3rd which is right before Josh and I go away for his birthday. But FOR FUCKS SAKE. I told him that I couldn't even see the curb in the car and he said OH WELL you were standing outside the car before. Yeah, cuz my immediate thoughts during a VORT test is to go to the front of the car to check for inconspicuious bastard curbs.

He said he'd pass me next time and give me a discount but Jesus.

Trevor drove me home and kept apologising, I think he felt like it was his fault for parking the car so close to the curb in the first place. It all comes down to bad luck. But he couldn't do anything about it cuz what the VORT tester says is law.

So after many apologies I headed up the drive way, into my car and cried for about half an hour, went into the house, explained to mum and spent the rest of the day being pretty much miserable...

I had work and the kiddies made me feel a little better, as well as the comfort from Josh, Jasmine and Andy, and my mum. Still... Sigh.

So now somehow mum and I have to pull $150 dollars from our asses so I can take the test again. Fuck.

Moving on...

Today began for me at 5:30am. I got up, got changed, made myself pretty and walked down to the bus stop at 6 while it was still dark to catch a bus into town for work experience at the bean bar.

I'm going to come straight off the bat here, I had FUN working there. I liked it because it kept me busy, and I didn't even notice the hours slip away. Plus it was interesting coming out of the bean bar at 10 and thinking this was the time I'd usually be waking out. While I was there I;

# Packed the dishwasher, unpacked, put glasses, plates, cutlery away.
# Toasted and prepared the crossaints, bread and bagels for take away and dine in, put them in bags and called out for them.
# Cleared the tables, and rinsed out the plates and glasses.
# Helped Briany make the Turkish sandwiches, baguettes and watched the meat slicing.
# Put out plates and servettes for dine in orders.
# Cleaned the kitchen.

I had a lot of fun and met some nice people there, cept for the dude Greg or whatever his name is, I don't know if he's the assistant manager or whatever but he acts like he owns the place. Joe had to leave half way through and didn't have much time for me

I really really hope Joe calls me back cuz I'd love the work there. Fingers crossed. I'd start in January if I did so that would give me a solid two months of work before uni starts.

Tonight Joshy is coming over and we're going to see a movie with the free tickets I got from work for christmas, on saturday andy and Josh are coming over and we're hopefully going to get fully smashed which will be awesome as I will have NO WORK the next day and therefore I can go all out with no fear of a shocking hangover will may result in vomit in the pool. I don't know why but I've been starting to get really bad hang overs even if I only have 3 drinks lately, and thats after I drink heaps of water before I go to sleep. Eh... Maybe I'm just getting old.

Anyways I will finish off this rather long past and make something to eat seeing as the double latte' I had is making me dizzy and I haven't eaten yet.

Love Ally.

Ugh screw this. I think I'm getting sick again.

Today I had a driving lesson. It went ok, cept it was supposed to be my last one but Trevor, or so I have named him (he looks like a Trevor, k?), said I should probably have one more just so I can be super confident. Hmmpppp. Well I'd much rather have an extra lesson and pass, than fail and have to wait 2 weeks and have it intercept with josh's birthday.

Anyways, so my VORT test is booked for this thursday, but Trevor and I are going for a lesson before that to iron out any problems beforehand. God I hope I pass. Every fucking thing is riding on me passing. Fuck.

The last so weeks has been fun writing in my Rock Doggie book... It's like, a note book, that I write in about 3 goals I want to achieve. Right now I have, get p's, loose 4 kilo's and save up for josh's birthday. And I write about the progress, or lack there of in the book whenever I feel like it. It's fun.

So once I complete all 3 of those goals I can choose another three and work on them from there. =)

Sides from that Joe has never gotten back to me, which I can say I am less than pleased about. He seemed pretty cool at the beginning and was lining a job up for me, but prehaps he has just been juggling me in between some one else. It's been over two weeks of delayed I'll get back to you'd and I haven't got my shift time table on me but I'll call you tomorrow's. Either way, I've done all I can. Other's think I should try one more time and call him to arrange a trail shift, but whats the point? If he wanted me too, he would've called. But I will call or text him tomorrow, thought it's pretty much embarressing doing so.

Ah well, screw that. Soon I'll have my p's. And I'll spend Christmas with Josh's family. And I'll find another job somewhere, hopefully before I start uni or tafe next year.

It's nearly 2 o'clock and I'm not tired yet. So I think I'll go to bed and read Angela's Ashes and write in my book.

Night All,

-Alice.

The last three weeks of my life seems to have flown by at an alarming speed. I finished school finally, and from here on have just been working at stateswim, hanging around, seeing friends and thats pretty much it.

I handed up some resume's about two weeks ago and I got a reply from the bean bar on waymouth. I had an interview and the manager Joe, who seem like a cool guy. He said he wanted me to come in for a trail shift to see if I like the atmosphere cuz it gets hell busy there. Anyways his car got broken into and some shit was stolen so he couldn't call me, so the whole trail shift has been somewhat delayed, but he is calling me tomorrow to arrange a time.

I'm looking forward to it. They're offering me 30+ hours which means I will quit stateswim, even though mum doesn't think it's a flash idea. But there is no way in hell that I am sticking around there more than necessary when Kerri comes back from maternity leave early in January. Not a snowballs change in hell. I mean, if the bean bar fire my arse when I tell them I have uni hours then I'll of course, have to survive for awhile until I get a new job. But I have to renew my cpr soon or else I can't work again, so seriously, fuck that.

Sides from that, I've been working towards my p's. I have a lesson tomorrow, then I'm getting another after that, and then I'll book a VORT test and hopefully pass. I've got most of the stuff down, like u turn and 3 point, I just have the ace the reverse parellell park and remember to look at my mirrors more.

But fuck I'm looking forward to having my p's. SO FRICKING STOKED. I'LL BE ABLE TO DRIVE PLACES. BWHAHAH. I'm going to set my mp3 to a play list and drive around town with the cooler blasting and the music blaring. And hopefully not get into too many accidents.

Today Josh and I went to the gym and partook in a cardio program and holy god the pain the pain the horrible pain. Well actually it was good once we warmed down but man it was hard. But I enjoyed it. I also do some cross training on the machine and some weights, next week were gonna do laps in the pool after the program.

Anyway thats it for me.

-Alice =)

I'm pretty sure my chin is excreting weird clear fluid because I ripped a scab off of a blind pimple. Oh joy.

Anyway here I am again, at Uni, Josh is off studying with Dani on the other side of the library.

Anyways, Thursday/Friday was QUITE an experience. One I NEVER wish to repeat. Ever. Again. So as usual I was a dick head and left everything to the last week to complete. So come thursday night I had something like 2 womens studies assignments and a crap load of extension studies plus a personal evaluation to do. I figure there was no point in going to bed at 4 in the morning because a) I would not complete all of my work in time and b) because if I did go to bed, I would simply lie awake racked with stress and guilt and achieve no sleep. So I pulled an allnighter. I actually stayed in front of the computer for nearly 12 hours straight, considering I started working as soon as I got home from the pool.

Anyway, it was quite creepy at 5am before the sun was coming up, and no one was on msn to talk to, and I had turned the music off so I could concentrate on my work. It didn't help that I had watched a lot of 30 days of night trailers on wednesday. But it was interesting  to open the blind at 5:30ish and watch the sun come up while I trudged on with my work. And I had BBQ noodles for a 6:00 breakfast/tea.

When mum got up she came in and nearly shat herself to see me up at that hour. Of course the first thing she asked was wether I had stayed up the whole night to which i replied 'no' and that I went to bed at 10 like a good little simaritan and awoke early to finish some work. The most lolzworthy part of the morning was going completely psycho from an over load of coffee, work and lack of sleep, running around the house dancing and singing Queen, 'I'M JUST A POOR BOY NO BODY LOVES ME!!! HE'S JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY!!"

But even more lolzworthy was when mum commented, 'See what a good nights sleep can do for you Alice?"

So mum dropped me at Marden at about 7:50 ish, I walked down and headed straight to the library where I proceeded to think homocidal thoughts and plan a mass explosion within the school trudge along with my extension studies, including printing off over 20 pages of work to stick in my folio. The whole day really seemed to just be filled with cutting paper, typing, and using the sticky tape dispenser and sticking paper down.

Eventually it turned to 12 o'clock so after about 40 minutes  of tagging my work I pissed off to Mandy's office. She then took me to a room that was being used by the mother day class. And I did my discussion and I did well. Then Mandy informed me that the tagging was way over done and that she was sorry she didn't ell me but I only need to tag about 2 for each category (as opposed to my 15).

So I tottered off back to the library, seriosuly thinking it was approaching 6 o'clock when in fact it was 12:30, and resumed the position in my chair that had my very own personal perminent butt mold in it. And I kept working. I put titles on everything, untagged shit, wrote another chapter, printed it off, and gave it to Mandy. She was joyous.

After that I went BACK to the library and passed out on the table several times falling asleep for 20 minutes on odd occasion attempted to do my last assignment which was for womens studies. All the while wondering when the hell I'd have time to go home and sleep and then go to Josh's party. I called mum because I decided I could not catch a bus in time to get home and she said she'd pick me up. The only problem was that I hadn't finished the assignment, and every time I tried to look something up my vision would go all blurry. In the end I accept defeat and went to Kerri's office to plead for a quick merciful death ask if I could send it in my email. She wasn't there, but I nice guy took me to the staff room, where she was there. Of course she asked where said assignment was, and I said I hadn't finished it. I think because I've been an A student the whole year she didn't want to see my mark put down or some shit. Either way, she said I had until Monday at 9:00 to finish. I blurted out thanks and got the hell out of there. I went home, slept for 30 minutes which was the STUPIDEST THING THAT I HAVE EVER DONE because it made me feel like absoulte crap IE standing in the shower unable to do anything but sway and try to to wake up. I got dressed and mum and I headed to the Kubala Khan.

I waited for awhile cuz the others were late, but soon the ever gorgeous Amelia and Georgia came and sat with me, followed by Kevin, Holly, Andy, Josh, Dani, Toni, Tommino and Adam. Soon we were all seated and chowing down on some kick as giganto stone wok fried mongolian foods. And we had fried ice cream!

Later we all headed to town and hung around for awhile, we bought a bottle of malibu and coke, mixed it together, got chased out of the park by two drunk freaks, met up with tom and andy, went to shotz and danced like we had never danced before. It was fun. Then the wonderful Josie picked me and Dani up, I got home and discovered some mother fucking god damn psycho speed ridden cunt shit house rat asswipe bastard had attacked my boys, and kicked my Kisha in the head with a steel capped boot and he had a FUCKING KNIFE. I'm sure Josh will tell the story, but I cannot BELIEVE someone would do something like that. I was so angry and pissed off, and now my Ba keeps having head aches and I'm worried about him...

Anyways, that was Friday night, I justly slept into 12pm the next day and then headed off to work. Then I was super happy cuz my Ba came over late at night so we got to see each other again.

Well thats about it, I have quite a lot to write about the work I am yet to do, but prehaps in a new post, this one is RATHER LARGE.

-Alice

I've always loved Kevin Spacey. He's an amazing actor his character from American Beauty, Lester Burnham is my personal hero.

One celebrity I never want to see again? Probably one of the talentless bimbo's who release records because they're famous- Not because they have any singing ability.

Waiting for another line
Cause you throw them at me all the time
Gotta get away from all her lies
And I gotta get away from mine

Tell me where to go
When fate won't deliver
Cause I can't forgive her
When I let her know
This pain I've been living
Will her next collision be me?

Brings situation down
And her temper's always on the rise
I'm living what I've seen before
Well I won't take this anymore
It's time to hold this to the light

Tell me where to go
When fate won't deliver
Cause I can't forgive her
When I let her know
This pain I've been living
Will her next collision be me?

Cause her mental prison is not my decision
So I'm cutting my losses this time
I'm no longer living through her tunnel vision

Tell me where to go
When fate won't deliver
Cause I can't forgive her
When I let her know
This pain I've been living
Will her next collision be me?

Gotta get away from
Gotta get away
Gotta get away this time

Tell me where to go
When fate won't deliver
Cause I can't forgive her
When I let her know
This pain I've been living
Will her next collision be me ?

Yes, time for another post to fill the time in until I leave flinders.

Last night was rather interesting. Apparently I called out, 'tea's ready.' in an inappropriate fashion and it earned me a week out of the house. But not before I was told that I was fucking rude and arrogant, saw the study bin fly across the room and dump rubbish on the floor just as mum was saying, 'look at the fucking mess you make!'... Why is it that I'm making the mess when she's the one so extrvagantly scattering trash everywhere?

So in conculsion, mum told me to get out and that she doesn't want to see me for a week. So I packed my travel bag, my knights in shinning armours picked me up (josh and tom<3) and we drove to Josh's house.

Anyway, I'm just at Flinders for a few more minutes until Josh and I go to his appointment. In the mean time during my week of sponging off of my kind friends and their family, I somehow have to study for an exam, write a book, design a novel cover, and finish two assignments. I also have work during the week that I have to get to.

At least I'll get to spend a lot of time with Josh, but I feel so guilty having to stay with his family. Already they've gone out of their way to help me and I don't want to keep asking them to do that.

Anyway, hopefully I'll get some of the book written while I'm at Josh's work, or I'll help him with cleaning or something if My lets me. I feel all frumpy and shit today and I forgot my hair brush so my shits all over the place.

Oh and apparently annie was trying to get on to me since monday but I haven't been bothered to check my voice messages because I assumed they'd be about her and her boyfriend.  She's  in hospital because she over dosed on her antidepressants, although she assured me she wasn't attempting to kill her self, but she thought if she took a lot of them she'd be happier because she was down. I'll visit her tomrrow before I head over to work.

Well I had better post this and go and meet Josh now, toodle oooo.

-Ally =)

Melbourne tomorrow!

Holy crap... It's actually tomorrow.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I just have to get this Psych thing done. Oh and pack of course.

I'll send you sexlings a livejournal from, as Dani would say, teh internets cafe.

3:10 tomorrow I am out of this place! =D

My poor poor neglected Live Journal...

Life is going ok I guess you could say.

Work is... Not great. I'd really like to get the hell out of there as soon as I can. Now that my contacts are all run out and my bathers nearly in pieces, I'm begining to see just what a financial death trap being a swimming instructor is.

If it was compensated with a fair pay then I may have less of a problem, but I'll tell you getting paid $9 an hour after tax gets weary after awhile. At least if I had another job I'd be getting longer hours and therefore making more money when I did come into work, instead of 2.5 hour shifts.

I've applied at a childcare centre as a contact staff member, but I have no idea wether anything will come of that. No reply from the woman about working at the show either.

Stupid job prospects...

On a high note, going out on weekends has been pretty fun. On saturday I had my first bouncer encounter with andy, josh, toni and jasmine. Andy met me outside shotz and we gave him a free pass we were given when we all payed to get in. He presented his proof of age like a good little acolyte and the woman was all suss cuz his hair is longer in his id picture. She asked for his birth date and he said "the 28th of the 9th... I mean, the 2nd..." So she was super suspicious. She asked for his address, which he recited correctly.

BUT NO the stupid dyke whore made him write his signature on a piece of paper, and my signature on my license doesn't look ANYTHING like the one I do all the time, cuz when you go for your id cards they make you sign on that electronic thingy. So of course, she shows it to the steroid injected bouncer and he says they don't match.

Josh started arguing with the bitch and he proved her wrong so of course that was her cue to exert her authority and kick us out of the joint.

Aw well. We took our buissness elsewhere and spent our money at the elephant, which is now one of my favourite places to hang out. It's like pub, but classier, with a fair awesome dance floor upstairs and an extra bar, but doesn't charge door entry. It's also the first pub Bree, Sean, Josh and I went to together on that wonderful night when we all got hideously drunk. Good times.

I've finished my l's hours... now I just have to get my log book ticked off.

School is going ok, I just need to complete at least one women's studies assignment to feel like I'm on top again, and write some of my book seeing I've only got about 2 1/2 months left to finish it before having to present it. I'm pretty good at oral presentations so I reckon I'll present my novel verbally to the moderators along with the actual book.

This Saturday is me and Josh's 2 year and it's like, WHOA. 2 Years. Lol. I get to spend a whole day with my kisha celebrating out basha love, it's gonna be fun.

And only 20 days left until Melbourne... Holy shit. It's gonna be awesome y'all!

I guess I'll post this and waste the rest of my 20 minutes on myspace.

-Ally xxoo.

Tonight has been a strange night.

I feel as if everyone is slipping away from me lately. And it makes me so sad because the people I care about most are almost constantly upset or troubled, and I feel powerless to help them.

It's like I can't do anything right without doing wrong to someone else.

~~~

I don't know what to say because I simply can't imagine what is going through your head, all I can do is try and conjure up some sort of idea of how your feeling and try my best to understand. You confuse me, you seem so numb and bleak one second, then painful and broken the next. I know that your strong enough to overcome whats been going on, I just don't know what you need. Help me help you, because I feel like I can't do anything for you...

~~~

I haven't known you for that long when I think about it. But I saw today, your just as fragile and confused as anyone else out there. I don't know why you try and make up fake identities to support yourself, I like you just the way you are. But your losing your grip on life. I'm seeing more of you, and a lot of stuff I definatly do not like. I forgive you, but I'm not going to ever forget what happen and how angry I felt...

~~~

What happened to you and me? Why is talking to you like a chore now, when we used to call each other every night after school? Why can't you just be nice to me for once... And not respond to me with impatience and malice. I'm not interesting anymore? You could, at least, pretend to care.

~~~

I always used to tell myself, if it got to hard, just end it, and that there's always a safe way out. For awhile now I have completely dispensed of that notion because I've accepted the fact thats not what to do. You have to keep holding out no matter how hard it gets.

But I honestly don't know anymore, if you did end your life and leave me... Could I really keep going without the one person who makes me complete, can feel better with an insane joke that only we would understand, and who has stuck by my side every time even when I didn't deserve it?

I just hope that you can find it in yourself to understand that there is no me without you... There never has been.

One day soon you'll wake up and see just how much you have to live for, and the beautiful person that you really are.

Thats all I have ever been able to see.

Marge: Homer, when are you going to give up this crazy sugar scheme?
Homer: Never, Marge. Never. I can't live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles. Sure, I might offend a few of the bluenoses with my cocky stride and musky odors -- oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called "City Fathers" who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about "What's to be done with this Homer Simpson?"

Announcer: Your cable television is experiencing difficulties. Please do not panic. Resist the temptation to read or talk to loved ones. Do not attempt sexual relations, as years of TV radiation have left your genitals withered and useless.
Wiggum: Well I'll be damned.

So.


Um I feel like I have accomplished a little in the past two days.

Amanda offered me a permanent shift on wednesdays, 3.30-6.00. This would clash with my drums but I called Ray he has moved me to Tuesday at 3:30. Thats actually really conveniant cuz I have psych at 4:30. So all in a good days work.

I booked a blood donation for tomorrow afternoon, but alas, I woke up this morning with a god awful painful throat. So. I have to cancel that.

I'm also filling in saturday morning shifts for two weeks which will earn me a little more cash for the up coming melbourne trip, the show, anniversary, and all the concerts that I really wanna go to.

I'm getting way better at manual driving. Today I didn't even stall when taking off. A few very slight bumping beginings but no bunny hopping. So I'm happy bout that.

In worse news, mum has scratched and slightly dented my car already. She was in a hurry to leave, and as she is so insistant on parking the car up the top which is extremely difficult, she banged the car against one of the poles that hold the house up. So I was annoyed about that and she felt really really bad, but what can you do? It's not really that noticible, but still... I thought I would be the one to hurts the precious first.

But in better news, Tina commented that I am doing much better in my lessons and that I've improved heaps. That gaves me a grin.

Oh and interesting, next week I will be going out to dinner with Dad and Rosie. Hopefully that won't be too awkward.

Well, thats about it, I'll post something later.

I love you so much my Stokezy the Kishaba. <333

Well my live journal is starting to look hungry, cold and neglected so I believe I shall be updating.

Life is resuming it's usual flow of things, I've been spending as much time as possible with Josh. Going to work three times a week, driving around to knock down my hours.

One wednesday I went down to Penola on the bus with mum to collect MY CAR. We got it for $2,100 which is a damn good price considering how good the condition is. OHOHOHO yes. I love it so.

I'll tell you, the change from automatic to manual is a mother fucker. I'm okay with the actual clutch changing gears thing, it's just starting the actual car and taking off in 1st. I guess I'll get the hang of it in the end. And god, this car is powerful and you have so much more control when your driving manual.

Anyway, here are some pictures of the sex fueled road beast car. Oh yeah. It's in my drive way.





So tomorrow me thinks that I will be washing it down lovingly and giving the insides a polish and vaccum.

Apart from that I think I'm going to Avcon this sunday. And I haven't seen Josh since Monday which is pretty much killing me. But tomorrow mum's going to give me a driving lesson up to his house (well, most of it) so we're going to pick him up and I can see him! LOVES FOR THE BA.

OH and how could I forget?

We're going to Melbourne in September! Fuck yes. I'm so excited. All the flights and accomadation has been booked, now I just need to take care of the buses when Andrew makes up his mind to stop being an ass what he wants to do.

So the general plan is:


We go down on the 25th and get there at 5pm. Dad picks up from the airport and kindly drives us into Melbourne. And we're staying at the Tribeca Apartments. We got a really good deal on it which was way too good to pass up. Sex.

Hmm... This bed will be great to play cards on! ;D


The mother fucking cool loungeroom.


And the awesome kitchen that we shall be cooking/eating in.

So we're staying in our apartment for 3 nights, and checking out on the Friday. On Friday night we're going to Fall Out Boy and all three of us are staying at Bree and Sean's house. Then we have Saturday and Sunday together, and on the Monday morning we're leaving on the bus in the morning.

BOUNCES.

So much to look forward into September. Me and Josh's 2 year on the 8th, The Royal Adelaide Show, and Melbourne. And that unfortunatly also means, so much to save up for.

But I'm getting some tax refund this year, about $80 so that will go into the saving fund.

So I shall post this puppy and probably make another entry later.

Love Ally.

So it would seem that I am dying. =O

I hope that Amanda is throughly kicking herself for making me come into work on Thursday. If she had just let me rest that day, I bet my bottom dollar I would've recovered better and wouldn't have picked up this ear infection and conjunctivitus. So. Amanda. Have fun finding 3 replacements for me this week I have to take off instead of just one. Alice 1. Work 0.

So on Friday Joshohwa came over, and he bought me a rose in town ^^. We made muffins and watched Serenity, just chilling and having fun. Saturday I worked all day and lost my voice, so I currently sound like my vocal chords are being chewed up by a wood chipper.

Saturday I was sicker so we basically just ate tea and played with my sexy new phone. Which would be sexier if they connected my service, which they haven't. But still sexy. And we played some FF12 too.

Then on Sunday I was going to go back to Josh's house but instead I took a trip to the doctors to get some much needed druggies. I didn;t want to infect him and his family with eyegunkavitus so I stayed home.

And today you ask? I've just been doing homework and playing more playstation. I'm up to the Salikawood and just training for the moment, I wants to get my characters up to level 34 before I proceed cuz I've been avoiding training for awhile.

DAMN BALTHIER IS FINE.

I may or may not go to school tomorrow, probably should, and I will if my voice is better. I can barely say anything comprehendable at the moment, so I don't know how I'm going to talk about my progress in Extension studies with Mandy.

So thats basically it for me, a boring crappy update but I'm feeling boring and crappy.

Loves for you all,

Alice.

So.... I was on the bus today and I suddenly started going through all these jobs I might wanna do.

Well... There is the whole primary school teaching thing. That would be good, working with kids and stuff. But the TER for that is really high, I don't know if I'll make it

Nursing, you know I would've said no about half a year back, but lately I've began to realise I actually am good in those kind of emergency medical situations. Mums always said I have been, I never believed her. The TER has gone up since the past couple of years, so that might be a problem.

I was talking to Ruby at Courtneys party and apparently she's doing a tafe course in Event Management. That would be awesome. Well it sounds awesome...

There was that idea about Advertising. But. After watching that Jean Killbourne movie in womens studies about how corrupt advertising is, I don't want to be part of all that shit. I want to help change the world for the better, not encourage teenage girls to stave themselves and buy over priced products to change things that are 'WRONG' with them.

And then there's being a chef or working in catering. I did it in year 10 so I have a taste of what it'd be like. At the time I was put off, still am slightly. But to be honest, Chef Mahony, no matter how awesome he was, well he kinda did a lot of the work for us. A lot of our time was spent standing around watching him. Our class was huge so thats fair enough. I saw what it's like to be in the kitchen, working as a chef, and thats what matters. I miss the execitment of it. The chopping, slicying, stiring, creating something that tasted and looked great...

But omfg, Chef Mahony was so cool. At lunch time he'd cry out in his Indian accent, 'Hey, you guys, yeah. Do you want some lunch? Yes? Alright. Calamari, chips and crumbed prawns." Just cuz he was such a nice guy he'd grab frozen stuff from the freezer, put it in the deep fryer, and serve it on huge trays for us outside. He wasn't even morally obliged to provide us with food o.O in fact we were supposed to buy our own lunch. Ah I miss those days. Despite the presence of Simone bloody Carol.

So right... That was a bit of a flash back, on with the story.

And this is by far the most interesting job... I've been thinking lately I could become a funeral director. Mum says it'd be hard doing that cuz they'd want someone older to run the funerals. But I could start off as an assistant, couldn't I? I mean, I'm not gonna wait around till I'm wrinkled and getting grey hair. But I could start small and work my way up. I'd like the be the personal delivering the final words about a loved one. I know I'd be good at it. So maybe I should look into that.

Anyway, there's my rant about jobs and stuff. Tomorrow I'm going to see Dani, then Josh, then work, the Josh again.

G'night my friends.

-Alice.

4 months of driving and I only have 20 hours and 45 minutes under my belt. Thats not even half . WHY IS THIS IS TAKING SO LONG.

Oh wells... At least I don't have to do 120 hours of driving *shudder*

Okay... I admit I never got around to doing that update. So I shall now continue...

Anyways, Josh, Jasmine, Andy and I headed off to Courtney's party that night, drank some alcohol, danced, had a bit of fun. The next day mum picked us up, we dropped our creatures at their point of destination, then met Bree and Sean at their hotel later in the afternoon.

We visited all sorts of pubs, drank many many MANY beers, had tea at cafe primo,  drank more beers, had tequilla shots, and stumbled down hindley street for some macdonalds and then back to their hotel, then a taxi back to my house. The night deffinatly goes on my top ten, I had an awesome time and my sister and Sean are fucking amazing.

The next morning Josh and I woke up hung over and met young Breeeshaba and Seannnnshaba at the Pancake kitchen, had breakfast, then Josh had to leave to go to uni, so I went to the airport. The three of us hung around the terminal until their plane was due, I said my goodbyes and caught the bus back to town a very sad but happy at the same time Kishaba.

I'll get to see Bree again later in the year which will be great, cuz mum's gonna pay for me and Josh to go to Melbourne for the weekend.

Well aside from that, I've been getting some more work at Stateswim, I now have 3 perminent shifts under my belt, one on thursday, saturday and monday. And I start this thursday. I'll be making about $90-100 after tax  a week which is pretty good, cept I'm going to be paying for half of my drum fee's now, plus I'll be saving up for a car.

So I'm happy about that. School is going well too, I got 18/20 for my womens studies assignment, I understand stuff in Psych too. Just my extension studies I have to work on as it's almost half way through the year and I haven't done much research or writing of my novel.

Also I must inform you of my new love...



If I ever end up in a coma, please just mash up these noodles and feed them to me through a drip.

Oh and my dress finally came in the mail, and I love it sooooooo much. It's heaps cute! Plus I won some skirts on ebay.
Sides from that, I've been driving here and there, really looking forward to getting my p's in a few months, or so I hope. I have to get some proffesional driving lessons too.

Well this week is going to be pretty busy for me so I'll be sure to update.
Mwha!

-Alice.

Yes, I am a freak.

The rain had started tapping
On the window near my bed
There was a loop hole in my dreaming
So I got out of it
And to my surprise, my eyes were wide and already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser
Where those nightmares had just been

So I dressed myself and left then
Out into the grey streets
But everything seemed different
And completely new me
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings
Even my own body
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet

And I came upon a doctor
Who appeared in quite poor health
I said, "There's nothing that I can do for you, you can't do for yourself."
He said, "Oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help."
So I sat with him a while and I asked him how he felt
He said, "I think I'm cured, no, in fact I'm sure
Thank you stranger for your therapeutic smile."

So that's how I learned the lesson
That everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining
If you're ever gonna grow
When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself
It's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing
Or a simple song of hope

That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry
Cause now I've got you back
And every time you feel like crying
I'm gonna try to make you laugh
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad
Then we'll wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company
Through those days so long and black

We'll keep working on the problem
We know we'll never solve
Of love's uneven remainders
There lies fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty then
And stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges

Like a story told
By the fault lines and the soil…