DarkSlinky

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On Friday night I went to see an awesome pianist perform.  I didn’t know of him before I saw him and I can’t recall his name now, but it was entertaining and a lot of fun.  I was glad to spend the evening with a close friend I don’t see much, too.

The only problem was I must have been walking in a stranger way than usual because I came home with huge blisters in the most awful place – just under my big toe… sort of.

Anyway, this wouldn’t have bothered me if I didn’t have a 7 and a half hour shift on Saturday.  I’ve never had pain that bad in my feet.  Ever.

I did have a point, but now I can’t remember what it was.

[Ten minutes later] Oh yes I do remember.

I want to play Team Fortress 2 while I wait for the washing to finish but I just can’t bring myself to do it, especially after the whole crate thing happened.  Yes, I’m one of those people who is incredibly annoyed at the crate thing…  I don’t care what anyone says.  It’s a stupid idea that gives rich (or obsessive) people an advantage over people with lives.  I’d go into it further but I can’t be bothered.

The other thing is I got kicked out of the clan whose server I used to play on, so either I play on a server with strangers and put up with, “ZOMG GIRL ONLINE HURP,” or I play with the obnoxious and perverted people that kicked me out…

Why did I get kicked out, you ask?  The reason I was given was that I’m not active enough.  Of course, how selfish of me not to play online games while I’m overseas.  Coincidentally I was removed after I corrected the leaders’ grammar repeatedly, and he happens to be an aspiring writer.  For shame.  Whatever, I can do better.  I love Pants Party.

Since remembering what I wanted to say and ranting about it the washing has finished.

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I got a formspring account.  I don’t know what possessed me to do so, or its reasons for possessing me against my will.  Perhaps it was an intelligent alien lifeform… who knows.  Anyway, it’s here now and here to stay.  My question to you is,
do you dare..?

I finally got hours at work this week.  I didn’t get any work for two weeks before I left for New Zealand and then I returned home to find they’ve hired a charming group of younger, cheaper employees.  I’m here to tell you that the amount you pay for your staff represents the quality of work you’ll get.

This week I’ve been called in numerous times to cover for staff who can’t fill their shift or just don’t bother showing up.  If you put reliable staff on to start with, you won’t have this problem.  If the same thing happens next week I’m going to look for another job to sustain me until I hopefully return to university next year.

I’m sick and I’m still going to cover for someone today.  Customers better be nice to me or heads will roll.  I have some feral sort of headcold – nothing bad, but enough to irritate me with the sneezing and body aches.

Snags’ computer has died, which in turn means my gaming life is dead.  It feels too cruel to sit here playing games in front of him while he slaves over his computers carcass.  Instead I half-sleep on the couch watching movies, occasionally patting his back in a supporting manner.  This can’t go on forever though, Pokémon Black and White comes out this week and I will allow it to eat my life.

Time to prepare for work… Happy, happy, joy, joy.

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Your entire life can change in a split second.  It’s incredible to stand and watch as one of these potentially life-changing moments passes you by in clear view before you even realise the true scale of what just occurred.

The other night I dreamt about one of the life-threatening situations from my childhood in full detail.  It wasn’t like my usual nightmares; I’d say it was more like reliving a traumatic memory.  I find the two affect me differently.  Nightmares freak me out while reliving memories makes me think, “Oh, yes, I remember that.”  Coincidentally, the day after the dream I was in another life-threatening situation (if that’s what you want to call it, anyway).  It’s not as exciting as it sounds, but interesting-ish nonetheless.

Someone ran a red light and nearly t-boned the passenger side of my car doing 60 – 70km/hr, maybe more.  I had 3 friends in the car and they all saw it, he only missed us by a metre or two.  We were mid-conversation when we all realised what had happened, and how close we came to being in a very serious and potentially deadly car accident.  At first we laughed and then I was in absolute shock as I realised just how important my job is as the driver of the vehicle.  Driving responsibly is important, but it’s far more important to be able to make split second decisions and react when someone else does something stupid.

Speaking of split-second decisions, I got a puppy last week on the same day that I had to see my ex-ex-boyfriend.  It was like being stabbed with delicious candy.  It’s sweetly satisfying coupled with a dull kind of stinging, also slightly humorous and exceedingly amusing (does this make any sense whatsoever?).   I had to drop stuff off to my ex, so after a civilised conversation on MSN I decided to stop at his house on the way to pick up my new puppy.

When I arrived at his house, my ex was in his bedroom playing games with his roommate (whose computer was near to where I was standing).  The roommate went into to my exes’ bedroom to let him know I had arrived and, little did either of them know, my exes’ microphone was on and I could hear everything my ex said through his roommates’ computer.  It was something along the lines of, “Oh….. Crap.”  I don’t think they understood why I was laughing when they emerged.  Anyway, as I handed his stuff to him I noticed he was wearing a tight singlet and he proceeded to flex his muscles and deepen his voice to the point where I was finding it nearly impossible not to collapse on the floor in hysterical laughter.  There are a few ways in which I could describe it but they’re not exactly nice (“Bulbous toothpick” comes to mind) and we all know how mature I am….. Hahahahaha.

I then went to pick up my puppy feeling highly amused and much less like I had just been stabbed.  Her name is Gracie; she’s a 3-month-old, pure-bred Chihuahua and is already bigger than my 13-year-old Marsypan.  They don’t get along a lot of the time because Gracie is young and playful and Mars is old and cranky, but it seems like they’re gradually getting used to each other.  There is much training to be done!

I have been working a lot and I have a cursed cold.  I’m very tired so it’s definitely time for me to crash.

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