It's been a while since I've posted, which I'm still deeply ashamed of. Summer is like a lobotomy, which results in me being unable to construct a sentence, and being relatively happy means that there's nothing to complain about, save for the usual things. Not to mention the short attention span, which means I don't get around to recapping things like the Simpsons the way I keep saying I will.
So I've been out shopping a couple of times lately (yay, losing money!), and have noticed ads for the new series of the Biggest Loser. In these ads, you see the trainers posing naked, with a tagline talking about learning to love yourself. The tagline is great, but I'm thinking they could have used pictures of the contestants instead, as they're the ones losing weight. Plus, it's apparently a dating show now, so the line is even less relevant when the focus is on the trainers. I doubt the trainers have any severe relationship issues, and if I looked like them, I'd love myself too! Apologies if this doesn't make sense, but it's one in the morning and I simply needed to vent this issue of great importance before going to sleep. This rant has me thinking I really should go into advertising.
In other news, I bought myself the first series of Pokemon on Friday, which I've been watching constantly ever since. Sad, I know. I should recap that as well, as it has some priceless moments. My first broad observation: Ash Ketchum is a fuckwit. I'm pretty sure I had much the same opinion as a child, but, due to the fact that I was a child and life was great, the feeling would have been much less vehement. Second observation: in one episode, our 'heroes', as the narrator insists on calling them, have stopped to eat. I might not know much about Japanese culture, but I damn well know rice when I see it! Despite the fact that they were eating rice, Brock repeatedly calls them jelly donuts. Bloody Americans. Now, I could handle that attempt to make the show more relatable if attempts such as these were actually consistent. A few episodes later, the characters seem to have remembered their Japanese roots, and are now calling their snacks rice balls. Useless, yes, but I never promised that my ranting would be anything of importance!
*stops for breath* Now that those earth-shattering issues are off my chest, I should really go to sleep, so I can be prepared for another wonderful day of nothing. The joys of prolonged unemployment...
Wednesday 25 January 2012
Sunday 8 January 2012
Catching Up
Happy 2012, non-readers!
It's once again been far too long since my last post, so I thought I'd better do something about that and post some new anger.
My most recent source of annoyance has been various physical pain. Last time I posted, I was having some trouble with my wisdom teeth. Hopefully that won't be happening again in a hurry! Then I developed heatstroke/dehydration over New Year, and pretty much wasn't able to leave my room for a week. Also not fun. Now, I'm wondering why I ever got my nose pierced. Whenever I take the stud out, I can't get one back in, and the whole thing is just incredibly painful. Yesterday, I was drying my face, and the stud snagged on the towel and ripped out. Now I have to try and get it back in, which is effectively doing the piercing over again. Ah, the joys of body modification!
The other aggravation in my life happened about two weeks ago now. Over Christmas, some wonderful person jumped over my back fence in the middle of the night (while everyone was home, mind you) and stole all of my favourite items of clothing. Only my stuff, and all of it had been purchased in the past eight weeks. Not only was it new, but due to recent weight loss, it was the only clothing that fit me. We didn't realise what had happened until New Year's, which left me no time to buy clothes that were actually my size to party in. Parties just aren't as much fun when your main focus is holding your pants up. Here's my tip of the day: don't go on a shopping spree in a heatwave when having to walk and use public transport. The weight of the items quickly becoms unbearable, and you have no choice but to continue carting it with you. In my case, it wasn't until the next afternoon that I could throw the bags on the floor and breathe a sigh of relief that I could move my shoulder again. So to the person who stole my shorts, jeans, various items of underwear and my new Ravenclaw shirt, thank you. You made my year. I love you. Bastard.
Aside from that, I still don't have a job. If anyone is reading this and would like to offer me one, feel free!
I'll have to post photos at some stage, of Christmas and all those things. We got stuck in an epic hailstorm, which was fun. We got a white Christmas for once! Not to mention New Year-I think I got a photo of a vodka bottle with a sparkler in it in the middle of the street, and that was about it. My life is riveting.
Before I complete this post, I shall, as usual, take this opportunity to rant about how much I despise children. Or, as I'm slowly coming to discover, not the children, but the people who raise them. Parents are the ones lacking basic human courtesy and respect, and they're passing this laziness and disregard onto their offspring. It's not so much children kicking me in the back as I sit on a train that pisses me off, but the parents who stare out the window and do nothing to teach their children how to behave in public so as not to disrupt others. Think I'd better leave my viewpoint at that for tonight, otherwise I'll be yapping about my dislike of children for however long. I'd kind of like to have some form of a life!
Happy new year, everyone, and I swear I'll post more often!
It's once again been far too long since my last post, so I thought I'd better do something about that and post some new anger.
My most recent source of annoyance has been various physical pain. Last time I posted, I was having some trouble with my wisdom teeth. Hopefully that won't be happening again in a hurry! Then I developed heatstroke/dehydration over New Year, and pretty much wasn't able to leave my room for a week. Also not fun. Now, I'm wondering why I ever got my nose pierced. Whenever I take the stud out, I can't get one back in, and the whole thing is just incredibly painful. Yesterday, I was drying my face, and the stud snagged on the towel and ripped out. Now I have to try and get it back in, which is effectively doing the piercing over again. Ah, the joys of body modification!
The other aggravation in my life happened about two weeks ago now. Over Christmas, some wonderful person jumped over my back fence in the middle of the night (while everyone was home, mind you) and stole all of my favourite items of clothing. Only my stuff, and all of it had been purchased in the past eight weeks. Not only was it new, but due to recent weight loss, it was the only clothing that fit me. We didn't realise what had happened until New Year's, which left me no time to buy clothes that were actually my size to party in. Parties just aren't as much fun when your main focus is holding your pants up. Here's my tip of the day: don't go on a shopping spree in a heatwave when having to walk and use public transport. The weight of the items quickly becoms unbearable, and you have no choice but to continue carting it with you. In my case, it wasn't until the next afternoon that I could throw the bags on the floor and breathe a sigh of relief that I could move my shoulder again. So to the person who stole my shorts, jeans, various items of underwear and my new Ravenclaw shirt, thank you. You made my year. I love you. Bastard.
Aside from that, I still don't have a job. If anyone is reading this and would like to offer me one, feel free!
I'll have to post photos at some stage, of Christmas and all those things. We got stuck in an epic hailstorm, which was fun. We got a white Christmas for once! Not to mention New Year-I think I got a photo of a vodka bottle with a sparkler in it in the middle of the street, and that was about it. My life is riveting.
Before I complete this post, I shall, as usual, take this opportunity to rant about how much I despise children. Or, as I'm slowly coming to discover, not the children, but the people who raise them. Parents are the ones lacking basic human courtesy and respect, and they're passing this laziness and disregard onto their offspring. It's not so much children kicking me in the back as I sit on a train that pisses me off, but the parents who stare out the window and do nothing to teach their children how to behave in public so as not to disrupt others. Think I'd better leave my viewpoint at that for tonight, otherwise I'll be yapping about my dislike of children for however long. I'd kind of like to have some form of a life!
Happy new year, everyone, and I swear I'll post more often!
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