The Ins and Outs

It's almost been a week since I watched myself put what I did for the day into a text box and click "Publish Post." Or in other words, I'm lazy and haven't bothered posting a blog. So what's been happening? Really? Shutup.

Most of the days involved uni of some description - whether it be me skipping a tutorial or me actually doing assignment work. More recently I was introduced to a game called "Nitto 1320" that entails drag racing and modified cars and... I'm hooked. That aside, work came and went pleasantly quick on Saturday and before I knew it, I was thriving at a party (as per usual). That brings me to today where I worked again, with a little fatigue following me around like a shadow. I also had a sudden random thought pop into my head that made me question society once again: If you have a loan and pay it off early, they ("The Company") CHARGE you. They CHARGE you for paying off a debt EARLY. What the fuck is with that?! It's like telling someone to pay extra because they paid you back earlier than was arranged. Suuuure, I'll pay the "early fee" you rip-off bastards... I'll pay it when you go to deepest pits of hell!
Ok, I'm breathing again.

Onto the highlights now. There were few great things, but on the flip side there were also few, if any, bad things. Oh right, highlights... uh, nothing really stands out, except maybe that thing that happened... or didn't. All in all if things continue as they are I'll be relatively happy, or I'll go insane from the repetitiveness. NEW JOB - NOW!#@$

...and a massage too thanks.

Typing this last sentence was fun :]

- Pary .ζ.

Monday again

And while most of you were at work or doing something I sat at home and contemplated nothing. Not a thing. Not anything. Ok you get the point. I awoke at 10:44, after going to bed surprisngly early the night before. Exciting stuff, no?

So this paragraph should be enough to make you tingle with joy as you read it. Well it won't, so stop reading. I find it difficult to describe a day where I sat in aircon and did absolutely nothing. I mean, really, what is there to describe? Alright I'll try...

At a certain time, I breathed slightly different before getting up and making lunch. After that I consumed this food I had created. It was devoured with ease, my teeth turning it into a swallowable mush that my stomach could acidify and pass along to the appropriate channel. They call this process digesting. Digesting is a necessary....

I'll give you biology you uneducated swine! Um, eat healthy. Yeah.

So, in summary it was a concatenation of unforeseen events that precluded me from venturing outside of my house. This includes, but isn't limited to, the excruciating heat that has a tendency to induce sweat rapidly, resulting in an uncomfortable feeling when sitting down.

GO GO GADGET ACADEMIC WRITING!!@#111oneimaginarynumber:]

- Рάry .ζ.

Day x

Where x is a number.

Fret not my fans, for I have not perished and I return like a bee to the hive. The last fews days shall be written up in brief right after I finish writing this sentence telling you it's coming next.

Friday. Arrived at uni usually late (Tutorials suck at 10am) and finished off my essay on the crappy off-the back-of-a-run-down-discount-store truck computers. Those computers will forever be dubbed as pure crap. Crap isn't even a strong enough word. Shit then. Fucken shit. Useless piles of poorly constructed turd, destined to annoy and ultimately ruin the lifes of students everywhere. DIE!
Now the reason: imagine writing 500 words off the top of your head, you're on fire (not literally...) and blazing away at the conlusion and WHAM the computer crashes (!@$!@), resulting in you losing your 500 words because Microsoft Word's recovery feature sucked so much it didn't even know. You now have to do it again. Do you like this computer? If you answered yes, please give me your address so I can promptly beat you senseless.

Saturday. Work sucks. The only highlight was when I finished, not just because I could go home, but because of the sudden influx of eye candy. Also, cabbage leaves make for good projectile weapons. Night time was dinner at "Fasta Pasta" and the clubbing, where I failed to drink a drop of anything.

Sunday. Work sucks, but not as much. The coolroom was emptied faster than a keg of beer at an old folk's home. Yes, that means it took all day. The deli had no cheese left too. What a day ruiner. No cheese and no something make me go blah blah etc. Now, you may be asking why I started this paragraph with "Sunday" instead of "Today," and my answer is simple: Fnerg. So... on to more important things like my outstanding StickCricket (TM) career; My current record is 207 and Hayden is my hero.

Also, spin and medium pace are weak -I feel like ritually sacrificing a ball and sending them to the pits of hell. Hat-trick my arse.

Tomorrow is Monday and that means nothing. Really. I mean, it is the day before Tuesday and the day after Sunday, but so what? Just because you have to work and I get the day off. Poor Vanessa... what?

I want some Milo - my days of Milk are getting boring. I might have to pray or sacrifice a spoon to the Milo gods for some better days. ^^

- Pary .ζ.

My day off

Was yesterday.

So today I did my usualy uni thing, except I actually showed for the morning Practical and skipped the afternoon lecture for Maths. Hell, I even made myself french toast and did everything I set out to do. Scary, I know. I now have a new fuel cap and snazzy new (silver) window-wiper holders for me little car.

Today also marks my first day of the grueling fitness program, which actually isn't that grueling. Just the gymn a few days a week and some jogging up a hill - those steps are killers. It'll be fun, especially since I have some nice girls to join me. I'm going to keep a tally of the number of heads that turn to look over as we all walk past, male and female heads that is.

In an unusual deal, I've got a lady friend doing some of my 1000-word essay for me, since I helped her and her friend, whose number I somehow ended up with (I didn't ask for it, nor did I put it in...). After that, I reorganised my phone, which entailed deleting some mofos from the list. Friends indeed.

And apparantly I look like prince.

- Pary .ζ.

Bikinis etc.

Life's a beach, or at least we all wish it was. There's nothing better than relaxing at the beach for a few hours on a beautiful day and taking in the sights. I know there are some things better, but nobody likes a wise guy. I'm freshly baked and feeling great, even as I watch Visual Studio install itself at a snail's pace. Glad to have my computer back, as boring as it is sitting here and doing assignment work, or procrastinating as the case may be, I feel at home chatting to my distant friends night after night.

Since today I went to the beach, as mentioned above, and since the beach usually entails seeing bikini-clad girls, I though I'd share a thought. As I notice these girls and then my desktop background, then my calendar and finally the picture hanging on my wall, I can't help but think: Man I'm lonely. Yes, it's true, I am lonely. I'm telling you this because I've been in the sun for too long and the salty water is getting to me.

Moving right along to the part where I write another paragraph similiar to the ones above. Now, today was off to a shaky start. First off I lost my car's fuel cap to the merciless traffic - it was on the side of the road, I swear someone swerved to hit it. Ok, so I should've remembered to put it back on. I still blame the traffic. After this I discovered that I was missing a thong - one thong. Who the hell loses one thong without moving it?! Me, of course. In true thriller-movie fashion, my mind flashed back with images and I saw my brother lift his bag out of the car at school. With this image I quickly drove back to the scene of the crime and there it was in the gutter, the missing thong. Booya! From there it was to the beach at last, where I almost walked off without everything, including the shirt off my back and to top it all off, my phone was in a ladyfriend's bag, whom I suspect was attempting to steal it. No charges will be made... for obvious reasons, including the fact that I was joking...

- Pary .ζ.

All that's been

And all that's been between. At last I return like a herd to the greener pastures after an unexplainable failure of my computer, which cost me more than it should have. Originally I was going to write a mammoth rant about this, that and the other thing, but after drinking away much of the anger last night, I'm not in a ranting mood (a good thing). Ah yes, last night was good indeed and further proof that consuming cream before or during alcohol drinking means you can drink much more with little or no hangover and drunken stumbling/passing out. On top of this exciting discovery (marked by the words "That's interesting..."), I saw quite a few friends out and about, including my older sister's friends who were quite shocked at how I was now "older." Admit it girls, you were stunned by my good looks.

This paragraph is dedicated to the days I was missing in action. Nothing overly exciting happened, except I was actually motivated to do some hardcore assignment work, but unfortunately my computer wasn't around, so that never happened - funny how that works. Actually it's not funny at all. In fact, I'm not laughing. Nope, not at all. Oh right, more news; What news? I had uni for all the days I was missing and pretty much spent my spare time watching DVDs (The Passion of the Christ in Hebrew, thanks) and jogging, yes jogging. Oh. My. God.

I'm still stuck on last night - I haven't had a night like that for a while. Pity I didn't bother much with the cliched "picking up" activity, because I probably could have. Being lazy is a 24/7 job, though. Such is life.

Voting is wasted on me, they should revoke my "right" because I really couldn't care less who wins. Politics, pah. It's interesting to note the "Hemp" party with a candidate whose name is - and I'm serious - Guy Freemarijuana. Quite a bold statement there, much like this one.

-Pary .ζ.

Birthdays and such

Before I begin my account of today's events, I'd like to wish a very dear friend of mine a happy birthday. Happy Birthday to Jenna "Angel" McTavish - I hope your day was better than Milo iceacream (it has to be better than mine at least). Many good wishes coming your way like a train, except not as dangerous.

Now to my account of today's events (repeat?) - Firstly, The Test, which was actually the last thing that happened. It sucked royally, and by that I mean I should attend more lectures and read more on the topics. It was Maths, or more correctly, Computing Maths. Think logic and things, very simple, but a lot to take in; I should have done much better than I did. I blame the McDonalds I just ate.

On another note, for the first time ever a company has responded to my expression of interest the very next day. It's like history in the making, although I get the feeling it was a generic email, especially since it directed me to an online application area with weird questions like "Mother's Maiden Name" and "Number of Cats in Street." Ok, so maybe it didn't ask how many cats there were. My point is simple, and that is that I don't have a point. Yes, I did complete the application and now I must do as fishermen do - wait.

Before I turn this into a novel, I'll let you all know that today was - wait for it - another Milky day. I'm getting sick of some of these subjects at uni and their knack for being useless. I might end up overdosing on calcium with all these Milky days too - where's the Milo??

I've got your Milo right here, boitch.

No, I'm not going to turn this into a novel. It's a figure of speech, ok?

- Pary .ζ.

First day back

Some things change, and some don't. Education-related things certainly do not change. Same old, same old is all that ever happens. I wake up, go to Uni and then what? Sit in a lecture and almost fall asleep - literally - my eyelids slowly succumb to gravity and my concentration makes a person diagnosed with ADD seem like they are listening.

On a slightly sadder note, I got a haircut today. Normally I have to persuaded to do this, but this time I took the initiative and instigated it. Watching my curls fall to the ground always leaves me empty, but they always grow back with a vengeance! Yes, I'm talking about my hair like it's a person - it's living damnit, have you no compassion?! Right...

Moving along to the latest of my activities, which is me typing this. Go figure.

Ok, so that line was pointless. I'm thinking about the movies tonight, which is rather fiendishly early. Who the hell watches movies during dinner time?? Oh well, at least it's better than sitting here and, um, yeah.

Overall it was another Milky day. Yes, another Milky day. It feels like I'm stuck in the dairy section, but at least it's not low fat milk. That stuff is pure evil.

- Pary .ζ.

Sleep++

For the first day in so many I was able to sleep past 7am and by that I mean I slept until midday. Oh yeah. Felt damn good, too.

After that I did nothing, didn't even wash my car or go to uni as planned. But the best things in life are never planned - write that down. It was quite a humid day - just sitting here I break into an annoying sweat, listening to my music and contemplating doing more nothing. So much for the beach as well; I figured going alone wouldn't be all that great, especially since there wouldn't be many bikini-clad girls around.

Since I did nothing today, I've decided to share a short story on the topic of nothing. I like to call it my story about nothing. And here it is... Booya!

A Milky day again, despite the milo that I had earlier. I wish for Milo icecream days, but they never seem to come. Not since 2 weeks ago, anyway.

- Pary .ζ.

The day before Monday

Before I start, yes the title is referring to Sunday. That is today, not yesterday or tomorrow. Today. Capiche`?

It's the end of my maddening slog through work and social scandals (or lack thereof). Only as I sit here do I start to feel the effects of my fruitful endeavours (excuse the pun), which entails blurry vision, dry eyes and a lack of functioning brain. Trivialties aside, I am now off the hook and a free-roaming man once more, having cut the ties with my supposed partner. I feel a sense of joy, so don't send me pity - only money. Also, probably the most kick-arse guy I've ever worked with is changing departments, which kinda sucks because we got along well, sharing many a story of our social lives and such.

Tomorrow I go back to uni (maybe) and, if I get the motivation, I'll wash my dirty car. Actually, dirty is an understatement. Maybe I'll hit the beach too - I've been dying to do that for a long time. If I have to, I'll go alone.

As a special side note upon a reader's request:
"The Missing Pallet"
We were expecting 6 pallets, and we only got 5; one was missing and it took many hours to locate it at another store. Of course it was found and promptly delivered, much to my distaste. On top of this, many cabbages failed to show up - in fact, only one decided to appear. Unsolved mysteries hits the vegie departmen...

- Pary .ζ.

Day 1

Day 1 of my internet Blogathon is here. No, I'm not going to keep a tally of every following day and title them "Day #." Sorry.

Anyway, news: Today ends my 3-day streak of 5am starts (The aptly named "Why God?" shift) and I have a total of about 10 hours sleep under my belt. Today was also probably the worst of the three; I know this because I told a door to "shut the fuck up." I also cursed some boxes and swore at a pallet. They all had it coming.

On a much lighter topic, feathers. Hoorah for the weekend, even though I'm working, it's still the weekend. Also, Monday is going to earn itself a big hug when it arrives, provided it isn't frought with perilous activities or inanimate objects bent on ruining my day. Precious sleep...

Until I decide to post again, I'll see you around like a rissole somehow...

Today overall was a Milk day, slightly warm, but still drinkable.

-Pary .ζ.