Strange

I just discovered a weapon in the department office. Not a knife or even a gun.

It's like a big medieval axe.


This place is weird. I guess it's probably for their little Tolkien role playing games.




It's my last day here tomorrow. Which is a bit exciting. Except that a temp is coming in and I will have to show her how to do everything whilst also trying to tie up all my loose ends here.

Apparently they are having a morning tea for me. No-one has told me this, except one lecturer who let it out by apologising that he wouldn't be able to make it.

I hate fairwell functions. Hate. Hate. Hate.

They had better not make me talk. They had better not get me anything. I've only been here a couple of months and I'm a temp!

Everyone is coming out of the woodwork to tell me how great I've been here and efficient and stuff. I always assume that I don't really make an impression on people, probably because I usually try not to - especially in a workplace.

I hope no-one tries to hug me. I'm getting nervous just thinking about it. I realised the other day that I used to hug people a lot and was comfortable with it. Now the idea frightens me. Maybe it's because I'm in a relationship? I guess myself and others now figure me to be the sole hugging property of Charlie.

-squeek-

Ah... Monday morning. I feel like dying. Maybe I am. I can never seem to get to sleep on Sunday night because in just 2 days of the weekend I de-programme my 7am wake up routine and manage to sleep till about 12-1pm by Sunday. I think I really, really am not a morning person.

Sara moved in last night! It was awesome to see that empty room transformed into colour and going through Sara-fication process. Weeeee. I've always wanted to live with all girls - I think it's gonna be fun!! Except I had a flash of thought yesterday that went something along the lines of this:
1. I any flat, there is always that flatmate. The one you hate, or don't like, or find annoying, or just the anal one, or the messiest one or something.
2. That may become me/be me?.
3. I don't want to be hated!!!

I feel sick right now. Not because of the last paragraph, I just feel sick. Nauseous and a bit dizzy and kinda breathless sometimes like I might just hurl. My stupid body is always doing weird things. I guess I should try to look after it better,

GRRRRRRRR!!

FUCK YOU BLOGGER!!!

I just wrote a big post about thrid world debt and consumerism and how I was a bad human being because it doesn't stop me buying stuff and then bloody fucking blogger erased it all when i made a request for a spell check.

May-B thay wan ppz 2 spell lyk dis

Bloody fucking fucks.

I'm gooey

We are the lovers and dreamers.

You'd think if you knew someone who was almost identical to you, it would be annoying or weird.
















I just want to tell you all the time. I just want to shout it. But it's even more fun to try to save it, and give it out when it's special.

Something beginning with you.

Job comma

I got it

Machinate

Um...

I had a job interview for the Librarian Assitant job. Weeeee. Think I might get it. Think I might like it. Mon& Fri 8:30-5:00, Tues-Thurs 9:30-6:00. That's means 3 precious mornings a week I will get to sleep in a bit later than I have become accustomed to. The prospect is delightful.

Today is Tuesday, which means lunch with Celine. This has 2 upsides: Celine is cool, AND I won't look stupid sitting on my own like I always do.

Tonight I will go to Special Gallery and see Pippa and her stuff. Weeeee.

It's an eventful day. Which is nice.

SUX to be me

SUX to be me

You know why it SUX to be me?

My SUX to be me job is so boring, and it's boringness so encompassing, that (SUX to be me) I have nothing to blog about

SUX to be me

I'm not sad... it just that sometimes it... you guessed it... SUX to be me.