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| verDo long, tedious activities excite you? Are you the kind of person who gains satisfaction from spending hours on something, only to be told that it isn't actually necessary? Do you enjoy repetitive, useless tasks? Do you want a career that leads nowhere and gives you no useful skills for the future? Then I have JUST THE JOB FOR YOU!!
So far this morning I have:
1. Folded about 50 invoices and put them into envelopes.
2. Copy and pasted the names and addresses of about 300 businesses into a spreedsheet, and
3. Sorted an enormous stack of paper with addresses on it into ODDS and EVENS categories.
These are all pointless tasks, I'm sure, devised to thwart my attempts to amuse myself by spending all day browsing LJ and chatting on MSN. Damm them!!
In other news, I have cut my finger three times already today on my sticky tape dispenser. The pain is disproportionate to the size of the cut, it HURTS.
I also took my dog, Teddy Bear, for a walk yesterday and he got so excited that he fell off the curb. Then I gave him a bath, and he got so excited that he jumped off the top of the washing machine (where I was trying to dry him) which could have been dangerous, but luckily he landed in a pile of dirty clothes, so all was well. I am fairly confident that my dog is completely insane. Not as insane as my Nan's dog, who once hurled himself from the top bunk of my bunk bed because he heard the sound of my Dads voice (my Dad dosn't really like cats or dogs, and yet they all adore him), or my cat Frouse, who once tried to climb into an oven turned on to 180 degrees, but it still doesn't exactly convince me of his intelligence.
And you know what else is insane? That I have written like, four LJ entries this week, but all of them a private because i never ended up finishing them. It is just so typical that the one I DO post is boring and about absolutely nothing. Never mind the fact that my best friend is frustratingly crazy, or that the guy I like STILL wont talk to me for some unknown reason... Oh no, I talk about paper cuts and my dog.
Anyway, my tedious job beckons! How could I resist it any longer?
♥♥ - Tags:my life, work
- Location:Work
- Mood:Creativly Reperssed
- Music:Sorta Fairytale - Tori Amos
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ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT!! Sure, theres a movie on the way, but you can never get enough of that show!! NEVER!! Another season of The OC would be great to, because Ryan and Taylor were the best tv couple ever, and Taylor was, and remains, my favourite tv character of all time and I need more of her, and them together!! | |
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| So I LOVE Disney Couture jewelry. But you can not deny that this necklace makes it look like Tinkerbell is pooping out a fairy bubble.
http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/CB4AC/AAAAAk4ookwAAAAAALXn7A.jpg
I tried to make the photo come up, but it seems Photobucket hates me.
*Yawn* I am at work, and I am bored. Now, I know people always say 'Only boring people are bored!' but really, I really think anyone in my position would struggle to find it interesting. Its not like anything interesting has happened so far today for me to report on either. Except that I got into an argument with a guy at work about how equestrian SHOULD be an Olympic sport, and he was all like 'but its not like the rider actually DOES anything' and I was all 'oh no you DIDN'T!' and it went on from there. So I date-stamped his shirt. Now he's walking around with 13 AUG 2008 printed on his shirt, which is quite amusing to me, but not so much to him because it wouldn't come out when he tried to wash it out, so now he has a damp patch AND a date on his shirt.
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| So I started writting this ages ago, when thelifelist was one of the spotlight communities on LJ. And I've decided that its finally time to post it! So here is my list (or at least the start of it) of things I want to do before I die.
1. Have all of my cynical theories about boys and the non-existance of love proven wrong.
2. Write an origional story (not a fanfic). And actually finnish it!
3. Write my name in wet cement
4. Learn to play an insturment. Guitar, mabye?
5. Learn to speak another language. French, Spanish or German. Or all three.
6. Have singing lessons
7. Sing in front of a crowd of people
8. Fit into an Australian size 8
9. Eat at the revolving resturant in Sydney
10. Score a modelling contract with a fashion/beauty company
11. Be on a TV show/movie (I was an extra on Neighbours and some other TV shows and movies)
12. Be on TV show/movie with a speaking role
13. Walk down a catwalk (It was the absolute best!)
14. Swim with dolphins (in Hawaii, it was amazing)
15. Finnish my fashion design course
16. Design a dress and wear it somewhere
17. Try surfing (I was so incredibly bad)
18. Go ice skating (Again, I was awful)
19. Spend Christmas in New York and go ice skating in Centeral Park
20. Dance without inhabitions
21. Get a professional massage
22. Write an article for a magazine
23. Stand up for myself
24. Adopt an animal from the RSPCA
25. Throw a huge party
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| I suppose the point of having a blog is to actually write in it. So here I go.
The problem is, to write about something, something actually has to happen. Mostly my life consists of what I have come to know as the 'work-sleep cycle' meaning I go to work, I come home from work, I sleep, I wake up, I go to work again, and so on and so forth. Its not exactly a riviting life story that I have there, you must admit, but I work with it the best I can. It has been suggested that I compensate for any particualry boring phases in my life through my dreams. Last night, for example, I had a dream where the guy I liked came over to my house, took me on a terrifying airoplane ride and then, while I was recovering from the terror, took off, because the pet pig he owned with his wife (whom he had failed to mention durring our plane ride) had a dance recital that night. Yeah, dancing pigs and boys that don't like me even in my dreams. What an imagination I have!
I'm so lucky :-|
So I spend most of my time at work, like I am at the moment. It is now 2:00, which means I have exactly 3 hours left before I can get in my car and drive home. Counting down the hours is usually the only way I get through the day. You know you're in trouble when you've spent the last hour scanning the thesaurus simply becuase theres nothing else to do. I have learned that there are approxiamtly 23 wyas to say 'afraid', but only 10 ways to say 'sexually'. That information will be useful to me one day, I'm sure.
Normally I would entertian myself by writting some more of my GG fanfic or searching the internt for things to buy. But I'm low on creativity today, so the story is out, plus I'm feeling low so it would probaly turn out far more depressing that I would like. And I can't go online shopping today, because I've done that the last two days, and my dream purchaces so far add up to approximatly $3, 700. That would take me three months of working and not spending ANY of my pay to afford. Which is really just very annoying, you know?
So, what is a girl to do with herself when shes feeling to tired to do anything, but to bored to do nothing?
Ideas are appreciated. You know, if anyone happens to read this.
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| So today I finished the second chapter of my story, Revenge is sweeter than you ever were, and I really want to post it... But I can't because I need a second opinion before I post anything, because I don't want Chuck to come off all woobie (funniest word ever) in it. So I'm waiting for Debi to come online so she can read it and tell me what she thinks, but she's out, which means shes NOT online, which means she's not reading my story, which means I can't post it yet!!
Normally I would just post it, but since this chapter is more about Chuck I'm not so sure about it. Because I don't want to make Chuck into a girl.
The point is... Someone read my story so I can post it!
Also, the Fall Out Boy song 'A little less 16 candles, a little more touch me' is awesome. I love it! ♥♥ - Mood:pensive
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| It drives me insane when someone asks you a question that they care so little about that they don't even bother to listen to the answer. My boss does this constantly, every Monday morning when he walks in he says 'Hi Carly, how are you today?' as he walks straight past. I always answer, even though hes already out of earshot by the time the completed question has made its way out of his mouth. I dont know why. Possibly because I enjoy talking to myself. Or because I just like talking, with no concern over wether or not anyone is listening.
So today, as i'm driving into work, I start getting these sharp pains in my stomach. By the time I've reached work, I've decided that the only reason for this could be because my appendix burst (they say I have a tendency to over-dramatize things). So I come into work and wave hello to a few people, and one of the guys who works here says vaguley 'How are you?' and so I reply 'Not so good actually. My appendix burst this morning'. So what does he say? 'Ohh, good, thats good to hear' *wanders off aimlessly*
These people have so little compassion, I could just lay down on the ground and die and they would be like 'Carly, get out of the way! Oh, and how are you today? Hmm... Good, good' as they walk away.
Maybe I didn't burst my appendix (my mother insists I didn't). Maybe my stomach has simply started eating itself because I'm that hungry.
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| In this case, the simple task is filling the car up with petrol. And the stupid person is me.
The guy at the petrol station asked me to explain what had happened four times before he could begin to grasp the concept of me somehow spraying petrol all over myself. When I told my mother, she just rolled her eyes (she was on the other end of the phone, but I could still tell she did). All I was trying to do was make sure the petrol pump wasn't stuck, so i held the nozzle up in the air and squeezed it.
Attempting to wash it off in one of those petrol station bathrooms was pretty disgusting though. Eww. And now I stink.
Oh, what an exciting day its been, and its not even 10:00!
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Ahh yes, the one great question of our time: Ninjas or pirates? I can not help but wonder why we still have not determined the answer, because its quite obvious. Yes, Pirates of the Carribean put up a good showing for the side of pirates, but the winner will always be ninjas. Always. Some videographical proof: How to become a ninja: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWQ8ec3ogBMWhat to buy a ninja as a gift: A useful thing to know http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPXF-iZh488And finally, some good, old fashioned, ninja randomness: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7D-7e44Yr7sAnd, as the final peice of evidence, here is a photo of me, being a ninja: *appoligies for the crazy look in my eyes* 
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