Monday 26th September

Not long till Turkey now! Haven't spoken to Wes though so I hope we manage to find each other. Turns out we're going on the same day Ramadan starts which may make doing anything a bit of a bugger.

The rest of this post involved ranting about this Arabic guy at work I have a huge crush on. I promise I will write this one up sometime. Promise promise. Hopefully I'll get some relaxing time in Turkey to catch up with you all. (HI KAT! SO GREAT TO HEAR FROM YOU - COME VISIT ME WOMAN!)

Anyway, he's tops and I'm incredibly witty and charming when he's around. Hooray!

Later.

16th Sept

I was really drunk when I wrote this post and the writing is hard to decipher but basically it involved finding out my 21 year old boss is a coke addict and I ran into a friend who used to date my best friend in grade 7 and who I then ended up going to uni with and now works for TNT in London. Perhaps I'll bother to type it out sometime as I am rather hilarious ;) but right now I'm exhausted and I think I'm going blind as I'm having major eyesight problems lately.

I can't remember

Hi crazy folks! I just came home from reading your comments on my blog and I feel so very happy I thought I'd write some more. Personal emails soon! I promise! I should really be cooking cos dinner takes an hour to bake but I need to let my sink drain first (yes, my sink no longer drains!) so I can wash up. Thrilling stuff.

I have good news! I am going to Turkey in 17 days for 2 weeks to hang out with Wes, bask in the sun by our beach huts and do much needed shopping at the Grand Bazaar. How exciting does a bazaar sound! Although I've been planning it for about 3 months I was seriously out of cash, and as mentioned before, no bastard in England would give me any. However I rang my Aussie bank and they said 'sure we'll give you 3k right now!' I was so excited I jumped around my room. Actually, I lay on my bed reading a book THINKING about jumping around my room but the floor creaks so bas I didn't want to disturb the neighbours. I can finally buy clothes and see bands! Up until now I just about cry every week over the calibre of bands that tour here and never being able to go. Although I probably still won't as I'm a bit of a sook when it comes to seeing bands by myself.

I suppose I should say a few things about the cricket (although it's very belated now). Actually, you know what, I've spent so much time watching it lately (that and the Grand Prix, YAY Renault!), even sneaking down to the cafeteria when I was supposed to be working, partly because I was very much into it and partly due to my minor crush on Brett Lee, that I'm just far too exhausted to discuss the results ANY MORE. Blame it on the rain...

Thanks for the fire alarm assistance. I recently discovered it has a hush button that indeed does disarm it for 15 mins. I think it's plugged into the mains so the battery solution unfortunately won't help. I've been thinking about buying a laptop but I have to pay £75 just to get a phone line put in. Anyway, I'm not going to start whinging about all the new things wrong with this place and focus on how bloody brilliant it is that it's across the road from work.

Well I best go as I have important things to do like circle what to watchon TV tonight and read two books before I have to take them back to the library tomorrow.

Friday 2nd Sept

Well I've discored that the bathrooms in this place are absolutely appalling and some guy burst into my room this morning while I was still in bed and he was so apologetic he didn't explain exactly what he was doing.

Anyway, I just finished work and for the first time discovered one of the perks of the job. I needed some ventolin as I've got the after cold cough which with me usually escalates into not being able to breathe, when I then have a panic attack which just makes it worse, usually on public transport. Joy. Anyway, you need a script here to get some so I schmoozed one of the Drs till he wrote me a script and then got 20% discount. Hooray. Saves me waiting in an NHS clinic for 5 hours.

Leaving work there was a guy outside with two cockatoos (they have them here?) and one of them said hello to me. Now I want one. I've been thinking about getting some fish and calling them Frylock, Master Shake and Meatwad after the Aqua Teen Hunger Force cos hey, they're aquatic, they tend to always be hungry and I plan to teach them to fight crime. The teenage bit can just be ironis cos they'll never live that long. Problem is I have no idea where to buy any (although I did manage to score a free fishtank today).

And, yay, living so close I get to catch Scrubs. Why is it this show seems to mirror what I've been thinking about at the time. It's interesting watching hospital shows lately cos I understand the medical terminology, sort of.

I'm thinking of learning Arabic as they run courses at work, being primarily an Arabic hospital. So far I only know a few words and I'm not sure what they mean. But I've discovered that everyone wasn't mistaking my name as 'Habibi' which various people call me as I've found out this is a term of endearment. I tell you, until I found out, it had been bothering me for weeks as to why people were calling me that. Mind you, it might me stupid ******* bitch for all I know.

I should make some toast but I'm terrified. Oh, I'm working on a 2nd nail too. I had no idea how handy fingernails were. They also kind of suck too, but at least I know that now!!
I always wonder, is it better when I carry on with this crap or when I just fail to write this blog for weeks at a time?

ARGH! I just cooked toast and it wasn't even slightly crispy and the alarm went off. Considering the toaster is near a huge open window and I was fanning it the whole time, the smoke alarm MUST die. I also tried using the vaccuum manufactured at the turn of the century (not the last one, the one before! I hadn't realised that term was kind of obsolete now) and ended up with more crap on my floor after I finished vaccuuming than before I began. Why can't things just work the way they are intended HUH HUH?

Thursday 1st Sept

I moved place today. I am absolutely exhausted as I've been cleaning it all day thanks to the filthy bastards who lived here before me. No real estate in Australia would let you get away with the state it was in. I still feel disgustingly unclean. Ducked up to Argos earlier and spent £170 on things to make it feel like home, rendering me broke for the whole month and I only just got paid! But they were absolute necessities so there wasn't much I could do. Now, to explain Argos, the best invention ever.

Basically they release a catalogue of everything you could wish for in a telephone book size. You go to the shop with the catalogue numbers of stuff you want, pay for it, and within 5 mins it has been retrieved from the store room (which is a marvel in itself as the shop doesn't look that big so I dunno where they keep these millions of items), you load up and off you go! Totally hassle free. And you don't even need to assemble yourself. In illustration, I bought a TV, complete bedding, a 46 piece cooking set and that was just the stuff that was BIG. I won't bore you any further with the rest.

So I was just sitting around thinking, 'Yeah I could handle this' when shame of all shame, the fire alarm went off in my room as I was cooking toast. Considering I like my toast on the burnt side this is going to be a HUGE problem unless I can figure out how to turn the damn thing off permanently. Suggestions MOST welcome.

Tuesday 30 August

G'day folks. Bit bored so I thought I'd write something. Although the real truth is I'm just procrastinating as I need to chuck out my rubbish but I'm too scared. Too scared to chuck my rubbish out! I really am mental. I've tried to get to the bottom of this particular psychological problem but to no avail. Today I've chosen to blame it on watching CSI all evening and don't want people to suspect me for throwing out garbage at midnight. Anyway, now you know the real reason for the flesh eating mini flies who coinhabit my room. Although I didn't want to admit it previously as it makes me sound like a filthy grot. It's clean rubbish thought! It doesn't smell! I dunno why I'm so scared of people in this place. Alas, I move out in two sleeps where I can have a whole new bunch of folks to be scared of. Hooray!

Well, what do you know. I just took some rubbish out. I should use this thing for therapy more often and YOU choose to read it. Haha! Now I just need to get rid of the 8012 water bottles I've managed to accumulate.

I was denied a credit card today which I took as a personal insult (and have just spent the last 2 hours applying online for every card I can find). My trip to Turkey and the promise of buying a new item of clothing are fading into the distance, particularly as I need to fork out £1000 for my new place and buy a TV tomorrow. There is really no joy in living like this. I best go to bed. Shall write more in the next day or so.