Yee-Haw!

Hey! Hi there? How are you? How's the kids? Are they doing well? I hear Tom was sick for a few days. Is everything okay now? Well that is good news..

Forgive me Google, for I have sinned. It has been 8 days since my last blogging. I have no excuses other than the sulking emotions of a blogger with no followers. I would like to insert a lovely metaphor about a shepherd without sheep or maybe a chip without seagulls, but I just don't have time to contrive a funny statement. And yes.. I know what you are thinking. A chip WOULD be extremely happy if there were no seagulls but alas, I am no chip.

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin.

After two solid months in Melbourne, I have finally landed a job. A good job. In design and advertising at a prestigious newspaper. How did I do it? Well, it was a mixture of silly drawings on my resume, charming interview skills and a very lucky cross in life events which happened to me, and to my interviewees. So I start that this Monday, which means finally I will have this thing some people get called 'disposable income'. You may have heard of it. It is great I hear. Being an artist/designer, I haven't come across it before so I am quite excited yet scared of what it may bring. It is like getting a hippo for a gift. It's frightening, but all you want to do is jump on it's back and pretend you're someone from Wilbur Smith's River God. That doesn't make any sense... most likely because I only read the first chapter of River God when I was 13 and cried when they killed a hippo. SO uh yeh, that's dandy. I also bought a triforce wallet - it's awesome. It matches the triforce on my car.. and the one I think about tattooing on my shoulder blade. But who am I kidding? Needles? PUH! Needles are just. so. gay.

You may come to realize that my life is quite boring at the moment, but this may be because I have no DI (that's disposable income for all you 'non-with-its'.) But that will soon change and my blog may get better, but I am not promising anything. It will be mostly me rambling about things I dislike. Like people who replace 'my' with 'me'. I was listening to two grown women talk about 'me car got broken into and I had to call me insurance'. Got Damn! It's not even a shortcut, it's just ridik! That's right, ridik. Put that in your acronym and shorten it. BAM!

You know what, ima stop here. It's gone far enough. I must end this transmission before I start to ramble.......



 

ha HA! And so it begins. The perilous journey of 'blogging'.. As perilous as eating a sandwich.. which is not perilous at all.. unless you don't have opposable thumbs.. wait, does that matter? Can monkeys eat sandwiches?... what does perilous mean? I'm kidding! I know it's a light shade of purple.

And so it begins! This light shade of purple journey of blogging! Unlike all the interesting people who span the virtual web, I have little to offer in the ways of story telling, life hints and dancing cats: although do not fear! I will try and make this load of cods wallop as interesting as an interesting thing. Using cods wallop should keep you happy for a few minutes.

So, about me. Well, as good old mIRC would say, I am 22/f/melb LOLZ. Wow, so many squiggly lines my head aches. I am 20 and 2, of the xx category and I live in Melbourne, Australia. I moved here from Perth not 2 months passed and I have read the first three books of 'The Song of Ice and Fire' in as many weeks and have found myself citing the old tongue of Westeros quite fluently. It's kind of like how young'ns these days 'shrtn evrythng on the net as a new frm of lngage' and I have gone the complete opposite direction and now speak every word correctly. I'm such a conformist, man! Like everyone else in Melbourne. "I moved to Melbourne because people in Perth just don't 'get me'". If I hear one more person say that, I am gonna slap their hipster face.

Anyway, please join me in my journey of conforming against conformists while I tackle hard pressing issues as a young adult trying to find her purpose, although unlike Princeton from Avenue Q, I have no singing boxes to help me. I am on the verge of friendless, jobless, moneyless and unpurposefulness so it should be, above anything else and entertaining journey. Should I attach a picture? I should shouldn't I? That should help the entertainment aspect of this experience.

This is a picture I took of a spider outside my house with a million babies on her back. You can see some of their wee eyes. It was very cool and I hope you like it. The End.