Sarcasm is rude?

Melissa’s Obsession Day 7: Melissa will soon be put in looney bin. LOONEY BIN! A bin full of Loonies and by that I mean the nice golden coins from Canada with the picture of the loon on them. This whole paragraph made no sense whatsoever

I was thinking to day that if I had to pick a song right now that best described what I was thinking and feeling it would have to be Easier Said Than Done, by the Essex.

My friends all tell me,

Go to him, run to him,

Say sweet, lovely things to him,

And tell him he's the one

Deep in my heart, I know it

But it's so hard to show it

'Cause it's easier, easier said than done

My buddies tell me,

Fly to him, sigh to him,

Tell him I would die for him,

And tell him he's the one

Although he gives me a feeling

That sets my heart a-reeling,

Yet it's easier, easier said than done

Well, I know (I know) that I love him so

But I'm afraid that he'll never know

Because I (I-I), I get so timid and shy

Each time that I look him in the eye

They all tell me,

Sing to him, swing with him,

And just do anything for him,

And tell him he's the one

I got a love so true

And yet I'm sad and blue

'Cause it's easier, easier said than done

Well, I know (I know) that I love him so

But I'm afraid that he'll never know

Because I (I-I), I get so timid and shy

Each time that I look him in the eye

They all tell me,

Sing to him, swing with him,

And just do anything for him,

And tell him he's the one

I got a love so true

And yet I'm sad and blue

'Cause it's easier, easier said than done

Easier

Said than done

Now I am not sure yet if it’s a love so true deal not to mention because the song was released in 1963 I think the lyrics reflect the era it came from. I reckon this part of the song sums up what I am feeling the best besides the easier said than done bit.

But I'm afraid that he'll never know

Because I (I-I), I get so timid and shy

Each time that I look him in the eye

So what else has been happening? Actually things are going quite well. I have two jobs now. TWO! I now have an entire job at Big W. Everyone kept saying to quit Pixi Foto but I really like it there too. I came into a major conundrum when the induction for Big W was scheduled in at the same time I had a shift at Pixi Foto. Everyone said call in sick and such, but it felt dishonest and mean. So I told the truth and said I had just been offered another job and you know what the manager at Pixi Foto understood and said that we can work around the hours just as long as I give her enough notice and let her know when I am available. For once I finally listened to myself. I knew the manager would understand and I know I can do both jobs. So there people telling me what to do all the time! :P Hah I made up my entire mind by myself. MY ENTIRE MIND!

Strange things have been happening lately. I got good marks with uni, but I noticed I had an RO or Result Outstanding for Desktop Publishing. Turns out the lecturer lost my entire assignment. MY ENTIRE ASSIGNMENT! I swear that class is cured. He didn’t even admit he lost it he just said “oh I don’t seem to have your assignment and I assumed you did hand it in on time, but can use please resubmit it?” Urgh what a retard how do you lose someone’s assignment? The lecturer is a nice guy don’t get me wrong, but it still made me mad.

That reminds me I made Grandma Sue-Woman mad. You see I sent her an e-mail that sounds very much like the sarcastic writing in this very blog and I had a bit of a go at her about the whole liking a guy thing. She asked me if I read over my e-mails before I sent them too her. She reckoned I was being rude because sarcasm is rudeness. I was merely being honest and telling her I was frustrated. Hev-Lady even agreed with me. I finally let her see the real me, but she rejected it. She still thinks I am this classy goody, goody granddaughter who is so smart, nice and innocent and perhaps sometimes sarcastic with a bit of a chip on her should, as she often says. No Sue-Woman your granddaughter, doesn’t drink alcohol and go out partying occasionally, she doesn’t say the f word when angry, she hasn’t thought about not waiting for marriage to participate in adult like activities and she isn’t sarcastic oh goodness me no she definitely is not.

Then she was upset because I never comment on certain tid bits about her life. Well sorry Grandma, your life isn’t that interesting. I mean what am I supposed to say to her when she goes on and on about how its morning and how her big expensive motor home is not working proper, the stupid dog they have called Sir Mutley and his bowel movements or some problem with a restaurant not cooking their food properly. Big deal I could stand NOT to get an e-mail from her like that. What happened to short but sweet? I’m still her thinking of you I am not dead, the end.

My life isn’t that important that I have to tell her what I have for breakfast or how I am living my life. From now on I send her a friendly greeting and let her know I am not dead. So I guess you could say I am mad at Sue-Woman too.

P.S. The dress is gone now :(