Fresh

Next birthday, I'll be 20. Currently, I have a very 'teenage' room. When I was 16 my mother and I put on our decorator hats and had a good go at redecorating my room - and it turned out so well (at the time). Soon however, I will no longer be a teenager, and I think it's time that the purple and green walls took a long journey into the land of 'gone forever', and as per this fictional land's namesake, never return.

Enough said, really.

....

Redecorating is one of my favourite things. I seem to collect nick nacks along the way through my everyday life, here and there, so finding new ways of presenting them is always fun. Today I went shopping for curtains and picture frames to mount some of the prints I have collected and a couple of magazine covers that I like.

So... when I visited the store, of course I came back with only two frames, and a giant replica picasso.

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Regardless of the fact that was not at all what I set out to get, I am in love with these sketches, and can't wait to put all my new furniture together and set up. The only problem is, I promised myself that I would only start collecting little things now, so the shock to my bank account would not be so huge, all at once. But today I went out and bought new shelves, bedside table and a desk... the temptation is almost too much.

 

I have to wait 'til finals are over before I can continue to release creative energy. Ugghhh.

Left at the Counter

I work at a large, internationally based furniture company that gets extremely busy on weekends - in the customer service department. Today, I worked from 9-5, a seemingly regular shift, but the day was insanely crazy prompting me to work overtime. The store closes at 5pm. Needless to say, I am more than over it, and just want to go home. So today, this gentleman approaches my counter at 5:17pm exactly. I groan.

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Man:     (timidly) Hi... It's broken. 

Me:       (exhasperated) *sigh* what's broken?

*customer walks off to the side and wheels over a trolley with an enormous 2m x 1m mirror sitting on it - smashed to pieces*

Man:    The mirror. dammit! 13 years bad luck!
Me:      Not to worry, I think it's only 7 years. So... how exactly did it break?
Man:    Well, I dropped it, didn't I. She's gone now, so I'll just take a store credit.
Me:      I'm really sorry to say this, but... you dropped it? 

            Unfortunately, we can't offer you a store credit if you have inflicted the damage on the product yourself. 

            Even if it was accidental. 

            And who is 'she'?
Man:    Ohhh.... oh no.. are you serious? All this for nothing?! *holds up his hand, smeared with blood*
Me:      Oh my goodness, si r are you alright?

Man:     I cut it on the mirror... and now she's gone!
Me:      I'm sorry, who's gone? Let me get you some bandages.
Man:     My wife! She left me!
Me:      She left you? What do you mean?

Man:     *wringing his hands* she left! she said.... "You are just SO. IRRITATING! This is it!" then she took the car keys off me, 

             got in the car and drove away! .

             ... I mean, it's been coming for a while now but I thought a trip to this store would make us, not break us!.

             ...... I hope she comes back. 

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Man is given medical attention, a coffee and a store credit to purchase a new mirror at a later date.
He wheels his now empty trolley out the double electric doors and I see him circle the parking lot once, and come to sit on the bench in the loading zone. 

 

Talk about bad luck. I hope his wife came back :/

You Can Run And Tell THAT, Homeboy...

Long distance... two words that I absolutely cannot stand. Anything that can be referred to as 'long distance' seems as though it should take a lot of effort, be emotionally draining, physically demanding etc. and as such, is difficult for my lazy brain to compute. Although I refer to any number of long distance things (long distance running, long distance swimming, long distance telecommunication... whatever that is) what I'm mainly referring to is long distance relationships.

They're hard and at times make me so angry I could throw my computer across the room. And I love my computer. No student can afford forty minute long distance international phone calls, so I'm stuck with delayed image reception Skype, msn messenger and the odd email. I don't know how anyone can survive an international long distance relationship for more than a year, without being able to physically reach out and touch the person you're supposedly in love with. All credit to those who do, I say.  Bloody well done.

My boyfriend and I have been doing the long distance thing for almost a year now and it freaks me out sometimes that although I miss him terribly, I have adjusted and at times can live quite happily without him again... To the point that when we talk, I'll be anxious to get away from the internet and do something seemingly more worthwhile with my time - like plonk myself down in front of the TV and eat potato chips. It makes me wonder what's going to happen when he eventually comes back - how exactly are we going to slip comfortably back into the life we had before? He's inevitably changed, I've obviously changed and things are possibly going to be even more tough than they are now. 

I've found preparing packages and gifts to send to him helps a lot when I'm feeling like I have no idea who he is anymore. Remembering the things he likes, and the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place certainly seem to help me regain determination for this to work. Here is a part of the half serious, half ridiculous present I have ready for his birthday in two weeks. It's open to interpretation about which present corresponds to which adjective.

Ok, so looking at it here, a bottle of Trublood and a book on global fashion may not be the norm per se; and to be completely honest I have no real explanation why I chose these as gifts...

But I know that's exactly why he'll like it.

Social Disorganisation Theory

Today is Wednesday, which means getting up at 6am for a class on Constitutional Law, in which I nod and smile at the tutor pretending I understand course content. When a question is directed in my vicinity, I nudge the sleeping girl next to me - 

"wake up... she's talking to you."

On a plus side, skipped my SOCY class and went home early, but karma tried to punish me by pouring down with cold rain on my ten minute trek to the bus stop.

Little does karma know, I happen to like the rain. 

Nevertheless,

Fuck you karma.  

Here is a picture of my water damaged reading material... 

 
Just look at that edge fraying!

I hope you're proud of yourself.