Friday, July 30, 2004

'That's a jar of my spit. I have no idea how that got in there.'



Crazy female stalkers need to leave me alone. I mean, even with my cover of acne that even resists my 80% ethanol eryacne stuff [it evapourates on your skin, leaving behind the chemicals. It comes in a metal tube, be very afraid] combined with the power of my Doxycycline tablets, she's still really pushy.

Back to the acne thing. I would get stronger tablets, but according to my GP, the next level of strength contains strong side-effects, such as lack of concentration and heavy fatigue. Fun.

[She believes it's all stress induced. I don't feel stressed, so one look at the mirror tells me exactly how freaked out my subconscious is..]

Anyhow. Stalker. It all started at a stake youth dance a couple months ago. A friend of mine in the other ward, Anne, and I were talking, and then she introduced her friend and we basically hung out for a while.

The friend and I got talking and we found out we had a few things in common and we swapped email addresses, I thought it would be nice to have a friend down in Ipswich.

*points to self* NAIVE!

The emails started. All about whether or not if I had a girlfriend. Then suddenly, her 'sister' became desperately interested in whether or not I'd go out with her.

About now, mild amusement went to 'O.o;;;' in 0.09 seconds.

Now last night, I arrive, in my oh-so-cool Rivers shoes and jeans, grey and black short sleeved shirt, with black short sleeved overshirt. Oh and the buddhist prayer beads wrist thingies and my Chinese New Year's good luck coin neck thingy.

I need to take a photo. Because the mental image I'm getting from that description is really bizarre.

Damn my suave-like-soy-sauceness.

She homed in on me before I even finished catching up wit' my awes' cuz, a'ight?

'Why haven't you answered my email yet?'

'Oh, you mean the two emails with your mobile number, telling me to call you any time of the day or night?'

'Well?'

x.X;

Then she introduced her friend who seemed nice, and was..interesting...to dance with. She's shorter than I am [like a lot of people. I mean. Oops..], and as we waltzed around, I found I had to let her lead, seeing as when I was attempting to, she kept on leaning right into me, rubbing herself against me.

o.O;

I hardly know you, woman!

[...not that I'm saying it'd be okay if I did know her..~_^]

Good thing that the guys part of the waltz is stepping backwards.

So yeah. Did get to see the timeless classic that is Samoan's in their bling-bling and hopping to J-Lo's 'Jenny from the Block.'

That song is still in my head.

If it weren't for my persistent cuz, I wouldn't go to these things. The music is shocking, it's always RnB, Hip Hop and pop. The only thing that changes is that there's about five songs that they play because they're appropriate to the theme.

*sigh*

This morning I was woken up at 7:30, after driving home at 11:30 from Brassal [Sorry, turns out we were 30-45 minutes from Brisbane. I was misinformed]. I also did the driving, which was good. Because we all know the best part about driving is going up the range at 100k's, going round the corners.

^__________^

But anyhow, I was really, really tired. A late night after a combination of two little-kid-filled art shows really takes it out of you.

Fast offering collection, yay!

And then right after that, helping someone to move house, yay!

*exhausted*

Art Project and homework to do, yay!

I think I forgot my physics text book...

I'll have a trumpet of lobsters, and a guitar full of shoe, please.

EDIT: Sometimes my brother is really, really stupid. I've just spent the last hour or so slicing and retaping cardboard boxes so that I cant turn them inside out and have 12 blank boxes.

I go outside to check if there are okay conditions to spray-paint them. It looked okay, but an intermittent mild breeze came up.

The stencil is fluttering around, so I do a test spray onto the grass.

What happens?

Spray goes everywhere. Completely useless if I want a neat, un-drippy print.

I go back inside with my stuff and Blair asks why. I tell him.

'You could use bluetack to hold the stencil down! Or tape! Or I could hold it down!'

I explain to him why, and he chucks a sook, and then says I'm the one with problems who's not doing anything about them.

Currently he's going outside every five minutes and saying, 'the wind's gone away! You can do it now!'

Shut up shut up shut up!

As soon as he comes back inside, a gust starts up and dies away, repeating that over and over.

Sometimes he really needs to shut up, it's my art project, I've used spray paint before, he hasn't. Stop trying to force me to do stuff.

I'm looking forward to when I move out and he's no longer nagging me.

Shut up!
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