I try not to sit nude on my couch. It just happens.
There's this thing in the back of my mind going, "Dude, you sisters/parents/relatives/friends are going to sit there, and here you are sweating all over the suede."
Well, guess what, mind talk, it's not real suede. Regardless of that, I will clean it before they get here. Like I'll mop the floors. And Vacuum. And get out all the boxes. And tidy my desks. And introduce my firewall. And buy more kitchen stuff... And clean up...
I know I don't get my first visitors until April, but I know all of a sudden, it will be April, I'll hear a ring at the door, freak out and try and find pants. Oh and buy a doorbell. And do laundry.
When I lived alone before, this guilt wasn't as strong. Housemate was fantastic when he cleaned. It was like a cyclone had gone through than BAM five minutes later you can eat off the floor. We were both pretty lax with when though, things were allowed to get messy. I started getting anal and doing more cleaning because I knew that soon, I would live alone. And now I am, and if there is a mess, I'm the one who cleans it up. Again, being another encouragement to ordering food as opposed to cooking something. I have been cooking, but it does mean getting all the dirty stuff together, filling up my sinks, scrubbing everything thoroughly, emptying my sinks (It's actually a task, you see, my sinks aren't drained by pipes, but by a flexible tube, that is too long and droops, therefore, stuff sits in the bottom, bringing smell and ants, so I gotta keep flushing it out.), cleaning my sinks, finding I've missed something. wiping it over, and hoping it doesn't look gross in 24 hours time when I come to use it.
But I am glad to report that my ability to wake early during the week is positive, the latest I've gotten up is 6.36 A.M. But I'm kinda in a mixed mood, I'm trying to stay positive but work is filled with, well, work. And coming home and seeing that I've got an endless list of stuff I could be doing has the exact same effect as when I had an unending list of stuff to do during high school or uni. I do nothing and waste download limit. Then regret that cause I have to pay for my own downloads now (I did when I was living with housemate, but it was a good price, wireless sucks.)
I also remember to empty my letter box, and put stuff in bins, and take the bins out before rubbish day. But all this is seriously taking it's toll. When is the time that you can sleep in till 11 chat on msn with mates about the bad daytime TV and that you should clean up the old pizza from two nights ago sitting on the floor of the lounge room. When is the time to make phone calls to places that are only open during normal business hours. And walk around the shops hoping you don't see something you want to buy. When is the time to hit on the girl working behind the counter at JB, the time to go through a series from beginning to end in as few sittings as possible. To just have a slideshow of all your funny pictures of cats while playing all your music. To go through your porn collection and delete the stuff that you can't remember when you downloaded it and you hope that the police aren't going to raid your place anytime soon. When is the time to set up your network server to support image distribution via Ghost or RIS. When is the time to randomly drive around your car and scout out new places to get milkshakes. When is the time to play through any of your pile of shame? When is the time to contemplate if your life is going in the right direction, and fill out the necessary paper work to change it? When is the time just to have a moment to stop and look around once in a while.
I knew adulthood took up a lot of your time, but I thought there would still be time to act like a uni student. But apparently, you have to stop. Which sucks a bit. Cause I still feel like one, and I don't want to overly mature into an idiot. I don't want to stop saying "Like a boss" every time I put on one of my suits. I don't want to stop having overly sugary milk drinks. So I pick high fibre breads for my sandwiches and spreads which include omega three to make myself feel better. I don't care that it's not helping myself, it's making one part of me work better, and that's good enough for me. Seriously, being able to crap when I'm older sounds like a big plus. I keep that little bit of immaturity cause I may be 21 next week, but I'm still young enough that I can make mistakes and people will say "That's okay, your twenty one, you're allowed to make mistakes as long as you're willing to accept the consequences." That I can deal with. It's the "You a fully adult now." That I'll have trouble dealing with in 9 years. FUCK I'M GOING TO BE THIRTY IN NINE YEARS. That's just not right. I can't see myself that old. At least hopefully all the pimples will be gone by then, I'm getting sick of them. So yeah, maybe I gotta get over my current attitude by then. But that's a while away, I'm not saying ages, cause it's less than half my lifetime away. I just want the 30 year old me, to not regret the 21 year old me, at atleast recognise him, and at least want to spend one drink with him.
So that's why, after my shower, I didn't immediately dress. I went straight to the couch and made a fresh imprint on the couch, because I have just over 48 hours a week when I can still vent my uni student, so I gotta take full advantage of it.
So I'm naked on a couch, enjoying the fresh breeze of a fan (Hey, I maybe disgustingly open, but the fire department across the street don't need to see me naked. They'll have plenty of chance for that when I do something silly and they see smoke billowing from my kitchen. (Convenience though, don't have to make a phone call, just have to yell loudly. They keep me up at night sometimes and when I need them, I'm doing the same.)
Unfortunatly, there is a lack of graffiti in Brisbane. There's art, but none of it is good enough for graffiti of the week. So I'll post some if I find some but in the mean time, I introduce two semi-regularly posted footers know as "Places where she isn't" and "Openings unavailable."
Openings unavailable.
Books, Movies and Games bring escapism. What they also bring through escapism is a want to be somewhere, somewhen, that you aren't current at. So here are the jobs for where you'd rather be:
Opening:
Wanting to make a difference? Great Problem Solving skills? Willing to step up to the plate to be a hero (of science.)?
Black Mesa has openings for
- Engineers
- Theoretical Physicists
- Security Staff
- Systems Support personnel
that are willing to put the time and effort in for experimental physics research!
Engineers
Although our work is highly dangerous, Black Mesa makes the safety of its' employees top priority, providing the latest technology HEV suits against the radiation you'll be dealing with in your everyday work environment.
Theoretical Physicists:
It's time to get your knowledge out in the field. Working with top secret government funded projects will be part of your everyday life for your foreseeable future! Note: You may be required to perform some menial tasks (Pushing buttons, flicking switches.)
Security Staff:
Managing security of the base is very important to us, our staff rely on you security our equipment for our projects to be successful. *Clearance for handling of firearms, light weaponry, heavy weaponry and highly explosive materials must be obtained prior to applying.
Support Staff:
Do you like to walk around holding keyboards? Can you diagnose issues based on scientists with Ph'D's saying "It doesn't work"? Good, cause our shit is breaking and we don't know why.
Places where she isn't.
I know it's sad to think like this, but when How I Met Your Mother started, it was 2005. Ted is now over thirty, and the events being told seem increasingly unrelated. If he ends up with Zoey I'm killing something. I mean, I love the story, the characters, the catchphrases, the in-jokes, but if I were telling the story of How I Met Your Mother, I'd at least stick to relevancy. So to spend up this story for me, on the nights when I do go out for a little bit of courting (Or is that when you've already got a girl.. I dunno, it just sounds better than "Hunting"), I try to think "Where is she tonight?"
Turns out she's not at:
- The Hibiscus Sports Complex dive in movie. (18/2.) This was a free event to go see Toy Story 3 in a outdoor pool. It started at 7, it was 16 km away and I left at 6.56 and had no idea how to get there, so I arrive at 7.37. Turned out that it was aimed at 7-12 year olds.
"I was just looking to go for a swim."
"The lap pool is unfortunately closed for a dive in movie"
"Okay, I was planning to go see that, can I still go in?"
"Yes, it's just mainly little kids."
"Erm. Aside Oh dammit. That's okay, so where's the pool?"
"Erm, okay, down the end of the hall and too the left."
Okay, so I don't come across as a paedophile, that's a plus. The pool itself was a lap pool, but the life guards didn't want anybody to swim, rather just to stand awkwardly. So I went up to the deep end of the pool, and just floated around on my back, it was a hot night, so i decided to make the most of it. So I just swum making sure I got as little as attention as possible, silently eves dropping on a couple of 13 year old females complain that high school looked like it was going to be hard and there were not hot guys. Tell me about it. Here I am in a pool with a beautiful view of the night sky, with Toy Story 3 on, a movie that was aimed at my age group (Don't deny it.) And not one person older than 14 but younger than 30. And not having their own children in attendance. Oh well, you get that when you do something spir of the moment based on a Facebook post from the Brisbane City Council. (BTW, their relationship status is set to "It's Complicated." I'm wondering which other state that's council that's referring to.)
- The Mana Bar (18/2.) Yes, straight after the interesting swimming pool experience I decided to check out the one thing I've been holding off doing. I try to stay very optimistic when on these treks, the annoying thing being, not that I keep getting shot down, is that I can't even find someone who wants to talk. I've love a night full of shut downs as long as I could keep talking to a few people, it's very hard to have a good time when your sitting by yourself. So anyway, the Mana bar was one of these places I'd heard about, and I didn't want to ruin my optimistic visions of an amazing club filled with awesome techno, a mix of games, people talking a really good atmosphere, and a good mix of people.
