Well I am now here in London. I made it through the flight to Singapore and that was actually alright. Then the plane was delayed to leave for London which was annoying cause instead of waiting 3 hours, we had to wait for 6 hours. Oh yes, I was a happy chappy. The London flight was alright I guess, but it could have been better.
This is probably my last post for today, cause I need a little bit of sleep. Then we are going out to explore. This post isnt really interesting, but so far that is the same as the trip. But I have been on a boat down the Thames and seen some of the sights. Pretty kool.
I miss Perth. Scary, but true. But I know that I am going to have a heap of fun here. Just got to stop thinking and stuff.
Not Too Far Yet
I leave for 6 months soon. Like, really soon. Next Friday actually. I have just over a week until I go on a holiday of a life time. I think I am starting to get a bit scared. I mean, this is a huge thing to take in. I won't see any of my friends or family for 6 months and I will be meeting new people every day. It is rather intense. I am only just coping cause while this revelation is hitting me, I am looking after my sister and getting her ready for school and stuff.
Help guys?
Help guys?
At Last
Today I completed my last delivery for the Salmat distribution company. And on this very momentous day, the giant spider that I have seen every time I have walked around since mid January, had disappeared. Yet I am fairly confident that it had been dead for the entire time and was just stuck to the web. It was still rather fitting, emotional and nostalgic. I think.
No longer will I walked past the beautiful houses down the second shortest street in the estate. No more will I have to struggle with putting junk mail in the mail boxes of the flats at the end of the shortest street in the estate. I will no longer have to push the extremely old, rickety noisy trolley around. I have probably mentioned this in my post yesterday, but it still stands. I may miss it. Well hey, now I need a new form of exercise.
Damn.
No longer will I walked past the beautiful houses down the second shortest street in the estate. No more will I have to struggle with putting junk mail in the mail boxes of the flats at the end of the shortest street in the estate. I will no longer have to push the extremely old, rickety noisy trolley around. I have probably mentioned this in my post yesterday, but it still stands. I may miss it. Well hey, now I need a new form of exercise.
Damn.
Deliverance
Tomorrow will be the last day that I make a delivery for the Salmat distribution company. After 5 months of working for Salmat, tomorrow will be the last time that I have to begin my hour long walk with my Star Wars headphones on, with my rickety and loud trolley around the streets of my estate, putting junk mail in people's letter boxes.
No longer do I have to worry about the awkwardness of running into people at their drive ways when giving them junk mail. I will no longer be forced to wait, standing there urging to twiddle my thumbs, only to find them being used to hold the dreaded mail, while the older lady slowly makes her way towards me to collect the pile of junk. Tomorrow is freedom.
In other news I have had a great idea for a movie screenplay. However I only have the base idea for now. I still need to come up with a story and stuff, but if I ever make the movie, it will look just amazing. Right now I am about to go to bed, cause I am really tired and need to get up to get Daisy ready for school and stuff. So its goodnight from me, and its goodnight from him. Goodnight.
Who knows where that is from?
No longer do I have to worry about the awkwardness of running into people at their drive ways when giving them junk mail. I will no longer be forced to wait, standing there urging to twiddle my thumbs, only to find them being used to hold the dreaded mail, while the older lady slowly makes her way towards me to collect the pile of junk. Tomorrow is freedom.
In other news I have had a great idea for a movie screenplay. However I only have the base idea for now. I still need to come up with a story and stuff, but if I ever make the movie, it will look just amazing. Right now I am about to go to bed, cause I am really tired and need to get up to get Daisy ready for school and stuff. So its goodnight from me, and its goodnight from him. Goodnight.
Who knows where that is from?
100
This is my 100th post ever since my first post back in the good ol' 2009. And I feel that this is a very momentous occasion. It is a great time in which I have shown a commitment over a number of years to a blog with very minimal exposure of my just spilling my guts about my day to day life. I am actually a bit proud of myself, because this is like a journal. In the past I have tried journals and I have failed hopelessly. But now, I am succeeding. But I also feel like a complete pig. However that is something completely different altogether.
So. 100 posts. Should I write something inspirational? Something moving? Something emotional? Or how about I write something with a hidden meaning. Then again, a lot of what I write has a hidden meaning. And only I know the meaning. Sometimes Betty knows the meaning, but that is only after I tell her the secret code. We are just so cool together. Back on topic however, I feel that this post needs to have something in it that can separate it from all the other posts. I could do various shout outs to people like Gustav Zoidburg and ClaireLouise, the only two people who I believe regularly read this or at least see if there is a new post. I could pretend to come out as a homosexual, however I think that joke has been overplayed quite a bit.
This is turning out to be quite a dull post. I need to jazz things up a bit here on this blog. Maybe I can do some advertising and get thousands of people reading this, cause I write just the most amazing words. Well when I am a super famous actor people will be going back to my first post to learn all their is about me and then stalk me. And those people shall be scarred by what they read. Maybe I could tell you all the Oompa Loompa story. No, that is way too mean. I think I will just leave you with the following words:
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
So. 100 posts. Should I write something inspirational? Something moving? Something emotional? Or how about I write something with a hidden meaning. Then again, a lot of what I write has a hidden meaning. And only I know the meaning. Sometimes Betty knows the meaning, but that is only after I tell her the secret code. We are just so cool together. Back on topic however, I feel that this post needs to have something in it that can separate it from all the other posts. I could do various shout outs to people like Gustav Zoidburg and ClaireLouise, the only two people who I believe regularly read this or at least see if there is a new post. I could pretend to come out as a homosexual, however I think that joke has been overplayed quite a bit.
This is turning out to be quite a dull post. I need to jazz things up a bit here on this blog. Maybe I can do some advertising and get thousands of people reading this, cause I write just the most amazing words. Well when I am a super famous actor people will be going back to my first post to learn all their is about me and then stalk me. And those people shall be scarred by what they read. Maybe I could tell you all the Oompa Loompa story. No, that is way too mean. I think I will just leave you with the following words:
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
Peanut Butter
I have been told to just do, not think. So that is what I am doing, I'm just do-ing. And so far I have been doing a good job of it. Like I mean I haven't really thought much about anything. I am really handy like that. Well also I have been driven into a pit of boredom from nothing to do around the house, and me not wanting to do the housework cause I can't get my music working properly.
Well I made a decision based upon the do philosophy. It was a very big decision. It was a decision about life, the universe, and everything in it. Now that I am looking at the consequences of my decision, I am not sure whether I made the right one. I mean, come on. Should I have eaten the last of the peanut butter, or leave it for Daisy to eat. This decision is really eating me up. Oh dear, that was a terrible pun. I feel disgusting.
I mean, if I am in my 'do' state of mind, then my brain says that I have made a fantastic decision. However if I switch brains and go into 'think' mode, then my brain says, I should have left that peanut butter in the pantry and never go back to it. But no, I want back to the peanut butter.
Now that I have it, I don't know whether my stomach can handle all of the peanut butter. Like, will my system accept or reject the food source. I don't know and I need help. But at the same time I do know. However I am going to stay in the 'do' state of mind because that is was humanity wants of me. And it is really fun being in the 'do' mind, cause the peanut butter taste's great. Yet when I slip back into 'think' mind, I can see that if I finish this tub of peanut butter, I will feel terrible at the end.
Either way I suffer pain and I can't tell which is worse. I mean, I put the peanut butter back now, but then people see it as cruel. I finish it off and then put it back, but it is cruel. Either way it is cruel, and I deserve to rot in peanut butter hell.
But on other news the other day I scraped skin off my finger. It really hurts when I move me finger. It's getting better though. I got my new wallet. It is a pirate designed wallet. I think that it is the bee's knees. I leave for London in less that 13 days. Oh my dear Lord that is less than 2 weeks. I have two junk mail deliveries left and I am completing one of them later today/tomorrow. I miss certain friends. I need to see them like now. I am seeing Nicole on Monday, that will be great because I haven't seen her since last year. It is incredibly intense.
For you nerds out there, if there are any nerds, I have put in a reference to a Douglas Adam's book. From the Hitchhikers series. Who is able to find the reference? Who has actually read all of this? I have ranted for a long time and it has just gone on 1:23am.
I want to be able to do the right thing, but when I look at myself and try to make the right decision, all I see is a complete asshole, just staring back at me through the mirror. And I loathe that person. With every cell of my body.
All cells!
Well I made a decision based upon the do philosophy. It was a very big decision. It was a decision about life, the universe, and everything in it. Now that I am looking at the consequences of my decision, I am not sure whether I made the right one. I mean, come on. Should I have eaten the last of the peanut butter, or leave it for Daisy to eat. This decision is really eating me up. Oh dear, that was a terrible pun. I feel disgusting.
I mean, if I am in my 'do' state of mind, then my brain says that I have made a fantastic decision. However if I switch brains and go into 'think' mode, then my brain says, I should have left that peanut butter in the pantry and never go back to it. But no, I want back to the peanut butter.
Now that I have it, I don't know whether my stomach can handle all of the peanut butter. Like, will my system accept or reject the food source. I don't know and I need help. But at the same time I do know. However I am going to stay in the 'do' state of mind because that is was humanity wants of me. And it is really fun being in the 'do' mind, cause the peanut butter taste's great. Yet when I slip back into 'think' mind, I can see that if I finish this tub of peanut butter, I will feel terrible at the end.
Either way I suffer pain and I can't tell which is worse. I mean, I put the peanut butter back now, but then people see it as cruel. I finish it off and then put it back, but it is cruel. Either way it is cruel, and I deserve to rot in peanut butter hell.
But on other news the other day I scraped skin off my finger. It really hurts when I move me finger. It's getting better though. I got my new wallet. It is a pirate designed wallet. I think that it is the bee's knees. I leave for London in less that 13 days. Oh my dear Lord that is less than 2 weeks. I have two junk mail deliveries left and I am completing one of them later today/tomorrow. I miss certain friends. I need to see them like now. I am seeing Nicole on Monday, that will be great because I haven't seen her since last year. It is incredibly intense.
For you nerds out there, if there are any nerds, I have put in a reference to a Douglas Adam's book. From the Hitchhikers series. Who is able to find the reference? Who has actually read all of this? I have ranted for a long time and it has just gone on 1:23am.
I want to be able to do the right thing, but when I look at myself and try to make the right decision, all I see is a complete asshole, just staring back at me through the mirror. And I loathe that person. With every cell of my body.
All cells!
Boredom
My Lord I am bored. I am just sitting around at home, doing nothing, just waiting for Daisy to finish school so that we can go and buy her new runners. I am currently just watching an episode of Scrubs and typing this out. All of my friends go to university, or tafe or some place of learning. None of them are taking a year off or anything so I am the only one who just stays at home everyday doing pretty much nothing. It get can awful lonely. But mostly it just gets boring. Like I know that I have a lot of work to do, such as getting my American Visa, booking accommodation, planning my trip in general and sorting what I am going to take to when I leave, for 6 bloody months.
I want someone to come here and chill with me. Get me out of this pit of boredom. Play a game with me or something. I NEED DISTRACTION.
Gah!
I want someone to come here and chill with me. Get me out of this pit of boredom. Play a game with me or something. I NEED DISTRACTION.
Gah!
McDonalds
Just ate lunch. I drove to McDonalds and ordered a medium Big Mac Meal. I had it with a Sprite. I know how much everyone likes to know about what I eat for lunch everyday, but yeah. I am going to pick Daisy up in around 45 minutes from camp. It will actually be good to see her again. As much as I don't want to say it I have actually missed her. That and it tends to get lonely when it is just me lying around here doing nothing. Last night wasn't so bad cause Sam was here. But all the other nights I was a bit lonely.
According to my countdown, I leave for London with Daisy in 17 days, 1 hour, 16 minutes and 45 seconds. However there are less seconds as I type this more and more. It is starting to hit me that for 6 months I will not be able to see any of my friends. I will be making new friends, but missing all the ones here in Perth. It is going to suck a lot, but it should be a good trip.
My house is a mess right now. I need to clean it all up before I pick Daisy up otherwise she will not stop bugging me. Can someone please just come round and clean it up for me? Just because I am feeling a lazy and I don't want to get up and clean it. I just want to chill here on this seat and relax. However I am not that lucky cause I have to sort 12 different catalogues for delivery tomorrow. That IS going to kill me. This is what happens when you do a job that increases with work during public holidays.
Damn you Mother's Day!
According to my countdown, I leave for London with Daisy in 17 days, 1 hour, 16 minutes and 45 seconds. However there are less seconds as I type this more and more. It is starting to hit me that for 6 months I will not be able to see any of my friends. I will be making new friends, but missing all the ones here in Perth. It is going to suck a lot, but it should be a good trip.
My house is a mess right now. I need to clean it all up before I pick Daisy up otherwise she will not stop bugging me. Can someone please just come round and clean it up for me? Just because I am feeling a lazy and I don't want to get up and clean it. I just want to chill here on this seat and relax. However I am not that lucky cause I have to sort 12 different catalogues for delivery tomorrow. That IS going to kill me. This is what happens when you do a job that increases with work during public holidays.
Damn you Mother's Day!
Verdana
This is a post only just to show off the fact with an update on Blogger, I can now post in different fonts. I have have been able to do this before, but I didn't realise. Now I do and I just have to show it off to the world. I think that everyone should enjoy this new feature. I can also change the size of the font,have a line through what I type, and even change the colour.
I am so cool.
I am so cool.
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