Oddness.
A post from Matthew's blog...
Josh Priestley's auto-biography:
"Born into the trunk of an abandoned '63 Buick, it was obvious that Josh Priestley was bound for success. Growing up as a child, he supported himself as the owner and operator of a small-time Coney Island steamroller, loveably nicknamed 'RollerDeath', all the while saving up to get his college degree in 'steamroller innovation engineering'.
Currently in his spare time, Josh likes collecting JPEG images of steamrollers and handing out pamphlets on the street that outline the worldwide conspiracy behind diet mountain dew and the number 37.
Josh Priestley - a man of success. He invented the lightbulb. He built the Suez Canal. He identified the unibomber. And, for $9.95, he'll shine your shoes and level your driveway.
Ask your doctor if Viagra is right for you. Josh Priestley did, and it has made all the difference!"
I live for randomness.
Matthew is a very odd person. In a good way. :o)
In other news, I ordered the flowers for my wedding! They're from
LoveFlowers. Here is
my bouquet, and here are
the bridesmaids' bouquets. They're so beautiful!
Weird phone experience.
I just had a very strange phone experience! I called the number of a catering company five times before I got through to them (once every 2 minutes or so)... and each time, something different happened.
First - Through to Voicemail.
Second - Went through to a lady who didn't know what she was talking about. She gave me the number for Red Rooster. Third - Busy signal.
Fourth - Rang out.
Fifth - Score! Went through to the people I was supposed to be talking to.
I find that very strange. But then again, I find alot of things very strange. Maybe I'm just strange, and everything else is normal. Hmm?
A whinge.
Here I am again. Stand by and let the whinging commence...
One of our member companies has been waiting to hire a training kit for almost a month! But we don't have any in stock, because other companies haven't sent them back yet. And to make it worse, two more people called today wanting training kits! I put them on the waiting list, but they need drivers pretty urgently (as everyone does), and will call again and again to ask me when one will come in, and I have no idea!
Our fax machine keeps getting paper jams! It's come to the point that we can't send or receive any faxes, because as soon as you clear up the jam, another one happens straight away. And we can't send any, because the memory is full. And I NEED to send a fax. My boss said it's probably time to get a new one, so I emailed him some prices from the Harvey Norman website, but I don't think he realises the urgency of the situation. A guy called before and said he was trying to send through a fax, and I had to tell him that we were having problems with the fax machine, and that I didn't know when it would be working again.
And I was going to post a rant about my fiance, but I just called him and he was really lovely and kind to me, so I take it all back. :o)
I really need some food. All I've had to eat today is a box of chocolates. I need some meat! Or rice. Mmm, rice.
I'm a bit happier now. It'll all be fine. :o) I'm listening to 96.5 (our Christian radio station), and it's very uplifting. Yay!
Life's curveballs
My dream last night was strange. I was at a service station, filling my car up with gas. I was halfway through when water started to spray on me. I smelled my arm, and it wasn't water, it was petrol! I freaked out, and ran into the shop. The shop assistant and I waited until it was over, then went out to investigate.
My car was gone!!! I freaked out again, and went looking for it. I saw a lady standing next to a car that had two kids in it. I thought that was my car, so I went and drove it away. I drove down the road (with the two kids in the back), then realised that the dashboard layout was different. Oopsy! So I drove it back to the lady, and apologised, saying "I was wrong, you were right. I'm so sorry!" She forgave me, and gave me a hug. Awww!
The shop assistant then told me that someone had found out the little things that were wrong with my car, fixed it, put mags and a bodykit on it, and then stole it... all while we were in the shop waiting for the petrol to stop spraying everywhere. Apparently the petrol rain was a diversion.
But somehow the car was returned to me! I was very happy, but I wouldn't let it out of my sight! Anyway, I turned my back for two seconds, and it was stolen again! Some guy drove it across the road, but he crashed into oncoming traffic. The car was returned to me (again), and for some reason I was proud of all the scratches and dings. I was going around the car, saying "A scratch! A ding!"
But I was so upset that the car was stolen! I was bawling my eyes out in the dream, and I have an inkling that I may have been sobbing a bit in my sleep.
Don't you just love that?!!
I've been singing Hoobastank's 'The Reason' all day, then when I turned on the radio a couple of minutes ago, it was on! Don't you love it when that happens? :o) Especially when it's at the beginning of the song. If the song's ending, it's not that spectacular (although still freaky).
Speaking of that song, I saw the video for it the other night. What is up with that? Does it have anything to do with what they're singing about? I'd say not. Unless their reason for living is to commit robberies, and create diversions for the robberies by pretending to hit one of their friends with a car. OR, unless the girl who is their reason for living is influencing them to do just that. Tsk tsk. She's just leading them astray. She's not worth it, Hoobastank! Listen to me, and listen good! Stay away from the girl!!!
I love words.
This is true. There are ten words that I've really liked for quite a while now (most of which I've picked up from 'Word of the Day' emails), and I decided to use them all in a short, three sentence story. Forgive me if it doesn't make much sense. :o)
I thought of him as an old roué, but soon found this persona to be merely a Potemkin village. As he revealed the jeremiad that was his life, (a story which was once esoteric information), I quickly discovered that he was a quixotic man of a favonian nature, who as a youngster, was quite often caught up in pernicious behaviour. The night lingered like an ubiquitous fog, as we, two deipnosophists, continued to coalesce over coffee.
I doubt that anyone will want to go through all ten links to the meanings of the words, so here is a version with the meanings replacing the words. If you know what I mean.
I thought of him as an old debauchee, but soon found this persona to be merely an impressive facade. As he revealed the tale of sorrow that was his life, (a story which was once confidential information), I quickly discovered that he was an impulsive man of a gentle nature, who as a youngster, was quite often caught up in destructive behaviour. The night lingered like an omnipresent fog, as we, two people skilled at table talk, continued to unite over coffee.
This is me.
In case anyone was wondering, this is what I look like... kinda. And this is my fiance...
well, if we were both cartoons.
I ate a whole jar of pickled onions this morning. Sure, it was only a 275g jar, but afterwards I felt sick. Then I had the wonderful idea to wash it down with some reheated chicken enchiladas. Yup, that was a great idea. My stomach is hurting. Note to self: NEVER do that again.
Today it's 4 months until my (oops, I mean OUR) wedding! Last night I tried on my dress, shoes, the whole shebang. I look beautiful! In a 'fearfully and wonderfully made' kinda way. You know what I mean. :o)
June 22nd...
My Aunty Monika went to be with the Lord this morning. She was a wonderful woman of God, pastor's wife, mother and grandmother. She will be sorely missed. I didn't see her very often (she lived in Mount Isa), but I'll always remember her. We love you, Aunty Monika! I can't wait to see you again in heaven! And for you, Uncle Keith...
2 Thessalonians 2:16 - "May our Lord Jesus Christ and God our Father who loves us and in his special favour gave us everlasting comfort and good hope, comfort your hearts and give you strength in every good thing you do and say."
and
Micah 7:8 - "Do not gloat over me, my enemies! For though I fall, I will rise again. Though I sit in darkness, the Lord Himself will be my light."
So very, extraordinarily cute...
The BLUE FORM
Last night, my fiance and I were given the BLUE FORM!!! Yes folks, that's the one - the 'notice of intended marriage'! There's only 4 months and 6 days to go! I'm surprisingly nonchalant about it, it doesn't really feel like it's happening. How do people usually feel with four months to go? Is this a normal reaction?
Don't you hate it when people completely ignore the 'No Hawkers - Salespeople By Appointment Only' sign on the door of your building, and try to sell you things anyway??? Especially when they bring two other people with them (who don't say anything at all, and are just there to intimidate you), and try to make things seem better than they are? Like a kids' art kit, which I've seen at Crazy Clark's for $10, and they say "It's recommended retail value is $50, but we'll give it to you for $20, today only!" AND when they say "So how many can I put you down for? 3? 4?"
*sigh* I just want to go home to bed, with lots of blankets on, and fall asleep in the warmth.
OOOOH!!! One of my favourite songs just came on!
So you wanna change the world
What are you waiting for?
You say you're gonna start right now
What are you waiting for?
It only takes one voice
So come on now and shout it out
Give a little more
What are you waiting for?
I'm going to eat my banana now. :o)
Strange, strange world.
Last weekend, my fiance, flatmate and I went to the Coffee Club. There was a guy at the table next to us that looked like Sloane from Alias!
We started playing charades using the sugar sachets and salt & pepper shakers... here is a diagram of one that I did (click to enlarge).
I was laughing so much, I could hardly get the words out! We were laughing for about 10 minutes afterwards, non-stop. Well, I was. Ahem.
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We were talking to (OK, pestering) my flatmate about when she's going to get a boyfriend. She said something about how we don't know anything about love, and I said "Teach us, oh learned one! Be our Yoda! ... Wouldn't it be funny if Yoda said 'be my Yoda'?" Apparently I was wrong. It wouldn't be funny. Apparently.
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Today I was at the bank, and a guy came in. He looked like he was in his late teens / early twenties. Anyway, he asked if he could make a withdrawal. When the teller asked for ID, he said he didn't have any, as he lost his wallet. She said "Well, we can't give you $250 without ID." He went on about how he needs the money, as he's temporarily homeless, and needs to buy food to survive. He said that another branch let him get $450 out without ID, and the teller said that he should go there, because maybe they know him there, and can identify him. He then said that he's just come from around there, and he has a job interview locally in 20 minutes, and besides, he doesn't have any money for the bus (even though the lady said she'd let him get $20 out).
When he finally resigned to the fact that, shock horror, he couldn't get any money out without ID, he stormed off, swearing all the while. A few minutes later he came back in, and tried the same thing on another teller. He was rejected again (Who would have thought the other bank employees would have the same policy??!?!), and the same angry behaviour ensued.
Did he really expect to be able to make the withdrawal??? Who knows. I, for one, did not believe his sob story for a second. Maybe I'm just the opposite of naive, but any rational person wouldn't behave the way he did. And if what he said was true, he would have taken the $20!
But who knows? Ahhh, the wonders of working in a bank. I can't imagine how the teller must have felt after all the abuse she received. I felt like I was about to cry, and I wasn't even on the receiving end!
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So you wanna change the world...
Lately I've been trying to get into a fitness routine... well, maybe 'trying' isn't the right word. I think 'meaning', or 'wanting', or 'really-thinking-I-want-to-get-fit-but-not-willing-to-get-up-that-early-in-the-morning?' See, it's such a conundrum. Every morning, I set my alarm for 6:10am so that I can get up and do 'Aerobics Oz Style' at 6:30. And every morning, when the alarm goes off, I decide that sleep is more important, and set my alarm for 7:40 instead. AND, my house is 15 minutes walking distance from my work, and I don't even walk to work. What a slacker! :o) I?ll have to get my act together. I want to be all toned and pretty for my wedding! :o)
Speaking of weddings, my fiance got his suit last night! He's having a pinstripe suit with a black shirt, white tie and white shoes. It looks really good! He's a hunk!
We got a new car! It's a 1998 Mitsubishi Magna Executive. It's so pretty! We love it. It has air conditioning, dual fuel, cup holders, tinted windows, the whole deal. We've named it 'DJ'. :o)
