When I was little my Grand-mother would send me out to the Milk-bar to get bread and milk, there was always a ritual before I left. I would have to get dressed up in my Sunday best, brush my hair and so on. . .now I always thought this was strange considering that I was going to the end of the street, but we wouldn't want the neighbours to think we were poor and that my Grand-mother wasn't able to look after us (I'll tell you all about my grand-mother one day. . .total nutter). So I did as I was told lest my grandmother dish out one of her strange punishments or guilt trips.
My grand-mother would be very disappointed with me today.
This morning I decided to get up early and finish the chores so I'd have the day to myself to read the paper and be well, lazy. So at about 8.30 this morning I noticed that I'd lost all the clothes pegs (How does one lose clothes pegs? My friend David knows me well and would tell me to look in the freezer because that's the logical place for Lada to put the pegs. . .I will check there as soon as I finish this) So anywho, I put on some odd socks, runners, dark sunnies, no make-up (not that I usually wear any but my grand-mother would expect it of me) and without even brushing my hair headed off the super-market to get some pegs and the Paper for my lazy day. As luck would have it I locked my key's in the car. . . again,so not only am I out in public looking like a dishevelled ferret but I also have to wait for my mother (who is the only person with a spare set of key's) who lives 40 mins away to come to my rescue. Now this would all be ok if my mother was a normal person, I'd get my paper a cup of coffee and wait. But that would be way too simple. My mother has a phobia of driving anywhere she hasn't been before (even though she has been to my house and the Super-market is only 5 min's away from there)so now I have to wait for her to wake my dad, let him have his cup of coffee etc. and then drive (though the way my dad drives the trip is only 25 mins) to my aid. well everything worked out ok, I'm home safe now but I've lost my whole morning, it's half past one and all I've done is hang the washing (with my spanky new pegs) and write this.
Now for some updates. . .
I think I've scared the sexy chick off (please refer to my post from July 2nd "Just another ordinary day, I just called to say. . ."
She is now parking as far from my car as she can and cutting into the space of the guy next to her. I hope he leaves a note.
I've enrolled and start school on Tuesday (refer to July 7 "the sound of silence and smoke alarms part one", The fact that I'll have to leave home at 7.30am to get to my lecture on time hasn't quite hit home yet. I'll be studying Critical Practices in the theory of Art and design, now at first glace this sounds like I'll be reviewing exhibitions and artworks but after reading the synopsis of the course it looks like I'll be reviewing, reviews and examining longer sustained pieces of writing about art and it's theoretical underpinnings. This is going to be a long semester.
26 day's smoke free. Mood; a little blue (like the name)
It's my best friend Gus' (
And finally , I got my new drivers licence in the mail yesterday. I had it done at the news agent (they've got a new fangled computer connected to government agencies) instead of the Vicroads office which means I had to wait for it to be posted out. Anywho, I was standing there waiting for the photo to be taken, but without warning the agent pulled the most horrible face and said "Oh, shit, I accidentally took it already and sent it off. . . I don't know how to get it back. The photo's a shocker" Now considering that I'll have to carry around this licence for the next 3 years (I can't afford the 10 year version) I wasn't to happy with this. I was expecting to look cross eyed or be pulling some sort of stupid face, thankful the photo is lovely (I don't know what the agent saw?) I look a little sad, but I am so that's ok (I had a HUGE smile on my last licence). I wish I could scan it in but our licences have some security feature so that they can't be reproduced.
Well that's all for now
Little blue Lada
My grand-mother would be very disappointed with me today.
This morning I decided to get up early and finish the chores so I'd have the day to myself to read the paper and be well, lazy. So at about 8.30 this morning I noticed that I'd lost all the clothes pegs (How does one lose clothes pegs? My friend David knows me well and would tell me to look in the freezer because that's the logical place for Lada to put the pegs. . .I will check there as soon as I finish this) So anywho, I put on some odd socks, runners, dark sunnies, no make-up (not that I usually wear any but my grand-mother would expect it of me) and without even brushing my hair headed off the super-market to get some pegs and the Paper for my lazy day. As luck would have it I locked my key's in the car. . . again,so not only am I out in public looking like a dishevelled ferret but I also have to wait for my mother (who is the only person with a spare set of key's) who lives 40 mins away to come to my rescue. Now this would all be ok if my mother was a normal person, I'd get my paper a cup of coffee and wait. But that would be way too simple. My mother has a phobia of driving anywhere she hasn't been before (even though she has been to my house and the Super-market is only 5 min's away from there)so now I have to wait for her to wake my dad, let him have his cup of coffee etc. and then drive (though the way my dad drives the trip is only 25 mins) to my aid. well everything worked out ok, I'm home safe now but I've lost my whole morning, it's half past one and all I've done is hang the washing (with my spanky new pegs) and write this.
Now for some updates. . .
I think I've scared the sexy chick off (please refer to my post from July 2nd "Just another ordinary day, I just called to say. . ."
She is now parking as far from my car as she can and cutting into the space of the guy next to her. I hope he leaves a note.I've enrolled and start school on Tuesday (refer to July 7 "the sound of silence and smoke alarms part one"
, The fact that I'll have to leave home at 7.30am to get to my lecture on time hasn't quite hit home yet. I'll be studying Critical Practices in the theory of Art and design, now at first glace this sounds like I'll be reviewing exhibitions and artworks but after reading the synopsis of the course it looks like I'll be reviewing, reviews and examining longer sustained pieces of writing about art and it's theoretical underpinnings. This is going to be a long semester.26 day's smoke free. Mood; a little blue (like the name)
It's my best friend Gus' (
And finally , I got my new drivers licence in the mail yesterday. I had it done at the news agent (they've got a new fangled computer connected to government agencies) instead of the Vicroads office which means I had to wait for it to be posted out. Anywho, I was standing there waiting for the photo to be taken, but without warning the agent pulled the most horrible face and said "Oh, shit, I accidentally took it already and sent it off. . . I don't know how to get it back. The photo's a shocker" Now considering that I'll have to carry around this licence for the next 3 years (I can't afford the 10 year version) I wasn't to happy with this. I was expecting to look cross eyed or be pulling some sort of stupid face, thankful the photo is lovely (I don't know what the agent saw?) I look a little sad, but I am so that's ok (I had a HUGE smile on my last licence). I wish I could scan it in but our licences have some security feature so that they can't be reproduced.
Well that's all for now
Little blue Lada
