MY Depths of Despair

Yesterday dawned on fine and sunny, the light rays filtering through the blinds pleasently rousing me from my deep slumber. I think I might have been dreaming about something in relation to my atrocious driving abilities, but nothing could have prepared me for the nightmare that would begin as soon as I awoke.

I dragged myself groggily in the general direction of the bathroom, and happened to glance at the mirror that hung above the sink. The image that greeted my eyes shocked me to my very core. Something (and I strongly suspect a small insect) had crawled into my room and bitten me on the cheek region, leaving behind a ginormous bite thingy. In retrospect, it was actually barely noticeable in comparasion to the five bits on my leg which are now the size of large red pebbles.

Anyway, I was getting late to go out shopping, and I pushed it out of my mind. Upon returning home rather late-ish, I decided to rub some Tiger Balm onto the swollen regions to relieve some of the itching. The burning senstation on my face was kinda strong, but it disguised the annoying itch anyway. However, upon looking at the spot after a quarter of an hour, I realised something was terribly wrong.

A large darkish circle now surrounded the bite. Paranoia controlled my mind as I tried not to panic. Is it some sort of exotic fungal disease? I seemed to have gone from bad to worse. After wallowing in self-pity for an hour and generally acting diva-ish, I decided to go to bed. Sleep is often the cure to all problems I say.

However, in a rather anti-climax-ish way, I got up this morning to see that the skin didn't only blister, it also turned brown, giving me the appearence of a dirt streak/fungal infection on my face. I can't seem to stop looking at it in the mirror every five minutes, transfixed at the ugly bumpy texture it adds to my face. It is quite possibly the grossiest most disgusting thing I have ever seen, apart from the picture I created in my mind of a half-developed, deformed chicken crawling out of its shell, with 2 heads and 7 legs.

Ugh more later, I need to check if my first degree burn is healing.

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I Don't Feel Like Dancing.........Lets Sing Instead

Here are some of my favourite bands/singers of all time. Tell me if you notice something odd about the line-up:


1) Travis
This has got to be THE best band of the 90's. Originally Scottish, they consist of hotties like Dougie Payne, Francis Healy, Neil Primrose and Andy Dunlop.

I think they're probably best know for songs such as 'Why Does It Always Rain on Me' and 'Driftwood', but are also know for their numerous B-Sides which I think out number their singles.

Fran (the hot singer with the mohawk) also has one of the most remarkable, dreamy voices I've ever heard and a HUGE vocal range similar to Isaac Slade in THE FRAY.


2) The Fray

Should probably be best know for the hot singer Isaac (the guy with the mohawk). Probably has THE dreamiest voices ever, evident in singles such as How to Save a Life and Over My Head (Cable Car). Unfortunately, they have the tendency to be played on the Christian Radio station, which cannot be too good for publicity.







3) Jamiroquai
I think I've done a post on Jay Kay before. Nevertheless, I do enjoy googling up pictures for Jay which I will now include in this post. Best known for his magnetic personality and concern for the environment (which did not stop him from buy a Ferrari, I might add). Of course, we must not forget Acid Jazz classics such as Virtual Insanity, Cosmic Girl and Little L.

Don't fret folks, I'm back in the building...

Okay, by popular request (thanks 'Bob' for reminding me), I have decided to resurrect this dying page, called a 'blog' by some people. Unfortunately, those 'people' seem to have decided to spend their time in more worthy activities than reading my 'blog'.

Since last September 2006, which is when my last post is dated, exactly NOTHING seems to have happened in my life. Sure we got the dreaded HSC results back, but even then, I seemed to have lost the initial 'looking-forward-to' feeling.

The hols began pretty well I suppose - I could look forward to 5 months of R&R before uni began. Unfortunately, this also meant I was supposed to be job hunting and employing my time in a constructive manner. So thus I got my first ever job - yes, something that actually paid money for my efforts. I must say it was a good change to charity badge selling and work experience week, which paid me exactly NIL amouts of money.

Let me tell you from experience that working in a newsagents is so not what its cut out to be. Firstly, there are all these old people who come in, spending large amounts of cash on Lotto tickets. Not only do they seem to be wasting government pension money on something that has like a one in a billion chance of winning, they were also hard of hearing and intent on telling me about their million grandkids.
Okay, here I must agree with a thought that someone voiced out in a droll eco class. However, to voice out that thought, even on the world wide web, would be in conflict with one of my new years resolutions. Thus I leave you to imagine this thought that involves lots of old people and an island. (Okay I must add here that I worked for exactly one day, and then parted with mutual feelings on both sides. Details as to the termination of employment will be adde on at a later date due to long length of this post already).

Speaking of New Year's Resolutions, here are mine:

1) Try and save humanity - I think I am going to need to help wo/mankind from devolving backwards (for further thoughts on stupid people, refer to previous entry)
2) Stop laughing at other people's misfortunes - a really bad habit I must learn to control. (Some how I feel karma will be coming to bite me in the ass about this).
3) Learn to play an instrument.
4) Actually write something and get it published.

To acheive these, I think I will have to actually do something and eliminate habits of going out, playing computer games and lounging about. Phew, makes me tired just thinking about it....

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