Yeee!!! Hello all, sorry ive been so bad in keeping this thing going ,the pace has been picking up on my holiday :)

Sadly, Plascon has left us, presumably on the back of a bird. Since this morning he's a no show and we mourn the loss of our favourite reptilian resident. Let us take a moment. Oh no wait he's not dead.....nevermind....

And in other news tonight, Ive got a job!
A fairly good one , waitressing at this place in St Francis Bay. Its a very "African" themed thing so it caters for foreigners mostly. Thing is, I don't know if I'll be able to cope because people are so full of crap these days when it comes to their food, and service, and we don't have a barman or anything ...the waitresses have to do the drinks, coffees and milkshakes, bills and all the rest. So keep your fingers crossed that I can keep my head on my neck this coming month.

The manager, Jaco is very nice and patient, the downside being that he's 26 or so and he keeps calling me "skat" (sweetheart) and just generally annoys me because he's paying too much attention to me. This is probably normal because Im new and everything, but there's a very fine line between just being nice and being too much. You know...when you throw someone with christmas decorations and keep asking her "what's up lady...?" then it becomes annoying.
And he's an Arsenal fan.

But please bitch in the comments section if you think im being paranoid and mean :)

So, keep donating funds into my account and one of these good days I may have scraped enough money together to go travelling :D
muchos affectionados
me

Hm...like I said, there's nothing to really blog about and since Ive left the flat my conversational skills are shot to shards so its going to take a while to adjust to the quiet home life.
In the meantime however, I have taken to watching t.v /playing sims 2 / machinima / writing/ photoshopping.

The latter produced the following photos. All hate mail from my flatmates will be handled as spam :P
(benita's pic won't load for some reason, but i will try and get it on here sometime)

Hey :)
Long time no post, I know, but many hours of Sims and sleeping has been taxing me of late, so I apologise for the lack of news - truly, where I live , nothing's going on.

My dad has a reptilian/amphibian bloody zoo in our backyard - there's a small rain frog that lives in this big funnel plant, and a chameleon that sits in the small tree in front of my parents' bedroom window. Also, I suspect there's a bit of mole-snake activity, hence Im a bit scared to go out and while my hours away in front of something with a glass screen, be it the t.v, computer or microwave :P

So today me and the parental figure went about catching a fly. And when I say catch I mean temporarily stun it so that we can slip a noose around its neck and dangle it in front of Plascon (the chameleon)
( but he's also known as Colourman, which is a direct translation of Verkleurmannetjie in Afrikaans)
. You wouldnt believe me, but we actually got the fly stunned by swiping at it with with a dishcloth. My dad seized the insect and ordered me to tie the thread around its neck but I was laughing so hard, I had tears streaming down my face and that sorta reduced my vision to a big blur - just the thought of humans trying to lasso a fly was enough.
So finally, after he got away and we recaught him, he got away again.

Luckily we found a small green grasshopper and tied that up with the thread, but he promptly amputated his own leg and was gone.
So finally we settle on a cricket and fed it to Plascon.
He was very happy, albeit eyeing us suspiciously.
Gotta love those little buggers.

And you know what would be incredibly scary? If chameleons could walk on their hindlegs.
They'd look like tiny dinosaurs....
oooooooooooo......

If you smell something that's very reminiscent of fried chicken or the like, its probably my brains because its been smoking since yesterday afternoon. My day was'nt a complete waste though - I did manage to fit in two episodes Dilbert,because as Soffy pointed out later that day, Stress causes Procrastination. I find this to be very true.

I only had 3 hours sleep but yet I don't feel tired. I do think though, once I hit a relatively horizontal surface its end of the line and Im going to be like a damn corpse.

Will and me were talking nonsense again to day, go to her blog and read about it, she will post it fairly soon. (I know the post is very staccato in terms of thoughts and fluency , but my brain is really running at minimal efficiency....I promise an interesting update soon :x )

Ah I walked into TeddyBearMan today.... well he was walking accross the steps and I was on it, so technically it wasnt as much bumping as it was viewing. I really have to stop looking the man in the eye when we pass, he's going to start thinking I like him. The fact that I think he's cute is totally irrelevant. Worse thing is, we have a mutual friend (rehashing old news, I know) and when we eventually meet its going to be like "oh yeah I see you all the time..." Something about that is just not 100% kosher. If any of you knows what the hell Im talking about and can give me advice to act more appropriately (and Im thinking Mikey is going to take this to heart) then please feel free to type it out in the comments. :)

Mm, we should really meet up for drinks.

aaaaaand theyre off!!!

Due to extreme boredom and a looming workload, Will and I had stumbled onto the interesting subject of babies. You know those stupid speeches they usually give when you lose a competition? "Everyone's a winner" type crap?
They have a point.
You were the winner in the sperm race!
The first little bugger to beat your millions of equal counterparts (well equal except if you were coincidently swimming near the epididimus tube when the race started).
I think its hilarious.
"Congratulations! You win the chance to become a human being and you get a free birth!"

Just call it the lottery of life I suppose.
Imagine you could meet everyone who you would have possibly been, like all the variations of yourself. And if anyone steals this idea for a sci-fi movie, screw you , Im pitching it to Paramount Studios tomorrow.

Now...as a sidenote, Im writing Afrikaans tomorrow. Its an official African Indigenous Language. I would love to say that to foreigners, that my mother tongue is something they've never heard of because its indigenous to Africa.
:)
smug little girl I am

Hey all
Spent the best part of today sleeping, the type that is induced by watching mind-numbing shows and then getting sidetracked and feeling your eyelids practically call out to one another. Then you fall asleep and dream the strangest and wonderfullest things. (the last word is probably not in the dictionary, i am aware of this)

And the former has definately happened.
As it is, I dreamt about Slopmaster , something about an attic, and having a big clearout sale of all the magazines I ever owned. So from this I can glean that I have alot of baggage in my head that I need to just throw out because I have already overthought it and decided some kind of solution)
But why slopmaster?
Oh and I don't want to give too much detail, as I don't want to be responsible for anyone's scarred life, but it did include something with (as he spells is) "ballz".
And now I shall retreat into a corner with my big sunglasses on.

I have effectively shot myself in the foot by getting the first 4 seasons of Simpsons, Dilbert, Family Guy and Arrested Development on my pc. Now to watch me fail.
Dilbert has its funny moments, (for we all know that nothing can reach Family Guy, which is probably the most entertaining show that was ever on t.v) but the best part is Dogbert. He looks like an egg and wears glasses.

Now , all I want to know is : Why are the "side" characters always more entertaining than the main characters? Maybe we expect too much from the main character?

If anyone sees my motivation anywhere , tell it I said hi.

If you were wondering, the title is a quote from Willem Dafoe in Boondock Saints. If you havent seen it you should rather not mention it to me as is can cause a rather violent bout of post-exam paper histrionics about the state of people's movie choices.

But anyway.
Just wrote Conflict (our sociology 242 module) - > big part on gender discourse, I want to post some of it here because it really is priceless, it disects the nitty gritty of male female communication down to the last letter.
But since they're not paying me to advertise their module, on to the next topic.

Names. On debaser's tagboard (yes he has one, please frequent it) there was a revelation of sorts, prompting me to go do some detective work (hey let's face it, my job description basically entails finding out things about people, its literally half of the work.)
So here goes:

Matthew - (Hebrew) "God's gift" (also name of muse's genius lead singer)
Kirstin - (Greek) "The annointed"
Mike - (Hebrew) "Who is like God?" (yes, your name means a question)(how ironic for an emo boy)
Ryan - (Celtic) - "Young Royalty" (so tempting to make a joke about crown jewels!)
Willow - Protector of the bitter sea (apparently she lives near the gall bladder ;P )
Gary - (German) "Spear Carrier" (ooooo warrior!)
Anica - (Scandinavian) "Gracious"

and Slop, please don't be mad, but for some inexplicable reason they didnt have "slopmaster" in their name database. ;P (but if you mail it to me i'll update my post)

And now for some people who don't visit here:
Trevor (Record, especially for soffy) - (Celtic) - "Prudent"
Ben (the big one) - (Hebrew) - "Son of"
Alex (scot) - (Greek) Protector of Mankind (princes of the universe lalalalalala)

Hope you have a good day
much love and work for goodness sake! work!