ooOOooo oooOOoohh...i've been rollin' around *

black is the new president.
farming is the latest avocation.
paramore is the next somebodeh.

and teapot is the new vase. obviously;
* see, i've never been a fan of roaming.

...nor the possessor of fine tuned hearing.

oh the wild things i get up to.
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fine, i admit it. the pie chart is a slight exaggeration; frankly,the critical thinking category is absolute bullcrap.

hey there hotness

...mind if i check you out?

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no doubt there are various criterion a job would have to fulfill in order for it to be dreamy, satisfying and leaving you craving for more. and no, the job was not a metaphor for the best burger in new york or a good lay.

a sizeable, beefy paycheck perhaps. (really, no hidden metaphors.)

maybe paid lunch breaks. (getting paid to eat. that'll be the day.)

or more modestly speaking, just some employee discounts for doritos.

but even without these er, realistic, benefits, one exclusive responsibility makes this job the cream of my (hitherto) professional crop.
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'cause im just doin' my job ;)

making history...

...or if you're untalented, nonplussed and supremely lethargic (oops, there i go talking about myself again), then the next best thing would be witnessing the making of history.

so gather (@eddy ave. and, yes of course, it was named after me), cheer (on the nine baristas who will be tirelessly working their coffee machines off), but in general make no difference whatsoever with your presence, for the 9.10.2009 guinness record attempt for making the most cappuccinos in one hour!

hoorah for free coffee opportunities!

no im kidding. it should be good skills, good fun, and goooood bloody cold.

other topics ive been meaning to fascinate you all with:

- making a guinness record trumping oreo tower (i lie. im not sure if its guinness worthy, but boy, it was yummy all the same) with my favourite curry pot (girlfriend, not cuisine).
now before you go calling us (or, just me) greedy oreo hogs, we cling-and-cardboard-wrapped the tower, and gave it as a birthday present to our friend. and then ate it. see, we're very sharing is caring people.

- reaching another momentous peak in my academic life as 'high school graduate'. heres a couple pictures to boost word count because this is pretty much all i have to say on graduation, à la prochaine nsghs.

luncheon was lovely, the carnivale venice theme was very fancy(ier than the angus burger anyway) - thanks yr 11 (oh those lucky ducks have a good year ahead to look forward to).

- met nat tran at market st! i still havent gone on a crazy whoop about it yet, her mighty presence is still taking a while to sink in. anyway, my bf pointed her out (several times, because each time i would squint, and fail to see her); i could be scanning her lamingtons at coles, and i still wouldn't see her (oh eyesight, how i wish i cherished you more, like my doritos).
her cutie (but, alas, taken) friend, who you may remember from such videos as Popular Kids, and FBI Warning, took the photo :)

and now i think its time for me to take another long and absent break from posting, just to give you guys time to forget my creepy lurker [...ninja? ;) ] ability to quote all nat's video...names.

you're vain, your games, you're insecure

revising, as usual.

7 things i like
- christmas trees
- tofu
- having money
- books i want to keep reading until the end
- chai teas
- ABs
- the big bang theory (specifically; sheldon)

7 things in my room
- a relentlessly loud ticking clock
- pads (this perhaps crosses the line into TMI, but im just listing things i see first)
- mug shaped like a fat baby chick(en)
- an electric kettle box of bus timetables
- too many textbooks for a person not remotely smart
- santa claus (he likes me because im a good girl)
- quart of white wine (before you equate 17yrold + wine, its only 4% alc.)

7 things i cant live without
- tofu
- plants (oh how i live by your photosynthesising ways)
- water
- clothes (atm. because the weather is a frigid bitch. why am i always calling her that?)
- being able to shower
- family&friends
- shelter

7 dislikes
- flowers
- meat
- heavily perfumed items/persons
- $0.00 bank balance (luckily i have so far avoided this. big hoorah!)
- cheesy romcoms (oh couples retreat. how you disappointed me)
- hsc
- hsc (my dislike for it cannot be contained in one dot point.)

7 songs
- slow dancing in a burning room
- your hand in mine
- white lines and red lights
- knockin on heaven's door
- brand new day
- drift
- beside me

7 things I cant do
- touch type
- lick my elbow
- refrain from doritos on sale
- exist unattached and suspended in midair for lengths of time
- keep my hands warm
- jog
- see distances further than three feet clearly

booshah, let's get hitched baby :)

Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!

yo ho ho and a bottle o' rum!

...so happy talk like a pirate day everyone garr.

you may (but probably not) be wondering where i have disappeared off to lately;

has important priorities and happenings suddenly absorbed all my previously ample spare time? no.

was i stricken down by a deadly disease, hence unable to spare a single body part (not even a finger to type up a post) as i needed all the white blood cells as i could rapidly reproduce? no.

did i (finally) get a life? yes! ...no. (i had my hopes up for a second, but intentional deceit is frowned upon by society i think)

am i going to treat you all with a long comprehensive post about my past (many) adventures? ...not yet.

abligurition is no more

you know my life has reached food bottom when i am unable to purchase even a $1.79 bag of doritos.

that's right doritos; the food that i would turn into if the "you are what you eat" axiom was true. not even tofu, but doritos. i was so dorito deprived at some stage (we had a period of dorito-sale drought, which lasted almost a month) that i bought a bag for $3.00.

why yes, if i would go to such frantic measures for a bag of $3.00 doritos, then surely the mere thought of $1.79 doritos must be watering my mouth to the point where i have my own personalised niagara falls. Even edward would not be able to harness thirst from such titillating a luxury...(i suppose) if the $1.79 doritos were a form of blood.