Somebody told me on Friday “to update my blog missy!” I’m not saying names….
So here I am updating my entire blog because my boring life is so interesting to a mere few.
Lets start off by saying that one of my biggest pet peeves is people who can’t read signs because A. They’re lazy or B. They’re stupid. It says in the computer lab. “No food, drink or mobile Phones….” plastered on the computer screen its self at eye level, but people bring in the lab still bring in food, drink and mobile phones. In fact a fellow resident meanders in with an open can of creaming soda and sits down quite innocently. I could here him sipping at the forbidden drink while I sat here and typed. You those who break the rules wreck it for those who do…enough said.
It reminds me of a time I worked at Burger King and there was a power outage. We had to close down the restaurant because sadly everything was electronically run and we put up signs on the drive in and the front door. Idiotic people still tried to come into the restaurant and came through drive in attempting to here a voice in the box. I am not sure if it was because it was force of habit to walk in straight way to induce their cholesterol levels continually or they just couldn’t read because they are retarded.
Here are some other random things that have happened or I have thought about.
I start my new job on Tuesday. I am super excited.
I saw a dress that I really, really want but it is way too expensive. I am not paying $150 for a dress! Then I’d have to buy new shoes to go with it too! Although it is a very nice dress…
I bought two new books from the slush pile of cheap $5 paper backs at Angus and Robertson….which I couldn’t afford, boredom brought me too it.
I have already finished one called Love Her To Death, by Linda Palmer. The story follows sexually repressed soap opera writer Morgan Tyler uncovering a mystery about one of her stars on the daytime drama Love of My Life. Cybelle Carter. Cybelle is scared her ex-husband Philippe Abacas is going to come and kill her. Oddly to escape him she died her hair blonde black and wears green contacts on screen. What a way to hide from some one? The author is good in that she establishes what people would think and is wittily sarcastic. Morgan is part sleuth and part sexually repressed. Every male character she encounters is examined from the female gaze, but does she jump these handsome males she meets, only one and the rest she doesn’t because she is still tormenting herself over the death of her husband Ian Miller, who was twenty years her senior. I was pleasantly shocked to find that she has one of many Officer Octogenarians. Matt Phoenix a police detective, Chet Thomas as novelist who writes crime stories and Philippe Abacas. This story is random as it is funny, but it has its boring bits too. I didn’t care about what stupid clothes Morgan was wearing although I guess it made sense because it takes place in upscale New York, where image is everything…Oh wells it was still a good read.
The second I have yet finish. Its called The Big Over Easy by Jasper Fforde Another mystery novel with a twist its about a detective investigating the death of Humpty Dumpty. It’s supposedly a clever parody on old nursery rhymes and literary works. I can’t wait to read it.
I’ve been playing Donkey Kong Country 2 Diddy’s Kong Quest a lot, but who cares about that. I found away to cheat and not die off. But I’ll never disclose my secret. NEVER! Mwhahahahahahaha!!!!
I revamped Song of the Superheros. It is 32 chapters now instead of 60 and 120,000 words in stead of 130,000. How did I manage to knock of almost 10,000 words? Easy I was reading it and I noticed that some of the events would be much better suited for the next book I am writing with the same characters, plus some new characters too, but I don’t want to spoil it for anyone.
I am starting to become obsessed with Myspace.
I spent yesterday afternoon helping my Korean flatmate Jeniffer and her friend Nicky learn English. I wrote down different ways to express certain things in English that Nicky was finding it difficult to say to others. Apparently reading English is easier than speaking it. For instance I thought I was being rude or impolite for some reason but he said I wasn’t. But he wasn’t sure how to say so. It was fun helping them. They let me try Korean food too. They gave me some noodles that looked like black spaghetti, but it tasted good. It wasn’t spicy either. They kept on telling me how kind I was for helping them and they were worried that they were taking my time, but I told them not to worry. I’d do it again too. They kind of remind me of the Korean version of Antonia and Kinwai. Except I don’t think there is anything romantic between them.
Something that annoys me is lately is people when upon first meeting them and after finding out I am studying university in Australia always ask. “Why didn’t you just stay in Canada they have universities there?” I feel a bubbling frustration every time some one asks me. I usually tell them that I wanted to be different or looking for independence and adventure. In fact sometimes I get in this mood where I hate people asking me questions altogether.
I am obsessed with random things and people, but those who read this blog know that already.
I keep dreaming about Officer Octogenarian, the person and the character…I think I think about him too much. I think…and it’s probably not healthy, so starting Monday I am going to be brave and ummm….talk to him? The person not the character! I could see it now
Me: Oh hello….
Officer Octogenarian: Hello! How’s it going?
Me: I’m wearing a pink shirt.
Officer Octogenarian: Huh?
Chris pops up out of nowhere for some random reason…
Chris: I am Melissa’s friend Chris. I am the one that dresses up as a woman.
Officer Octogenarian: (makes a manly sort of grunt and expression) OK?
Chris: Melissa wants to make sweet, sweet love to you…
Me thinking: Oh not again!!!
Officer Octogenarian: Oh really?
Me: Oh no…
Chris: Don’t forget making kissy!!
Me: Uh…what Chris said is correct….oh yeah did I mention that I am wearing a pink shirt?
Chris: Yes and I want it back too!
Officer Octogenarian: Huh?
Me: (runs away)
Me thinking: Now that I have successfully been identified as a freak. I can move on!
P.S. THE END!!
A Life of Choice
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