OmNomNomNomNomNom.
I have no more HSC.
No more school.
No more anything :]
I have this odd obsession with clouds.
They're amazing.
You only see the cloud you're looking at once. And then it morphs into another shape.
I only realized this the other day and now I can't stop staring at the sky.. and it's really unhealthy for me! I bump into people!
Just to prove this fact.
See what I mean? They're addictive.
Thank you for the books I got for my birthday! Jodi Picoult and Carol Topolski.. oh my lord. What awesome writers and what AMAZING stories.
Monster Love is just.. riveting. I couldn't put it down. I was so terrified and confused in some parts, but so envious of the connection they had together. But when you realise how twisted the love is.. you feel a lot better.
EVERYBODY MUST READ THIS BOOK IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY!
Well, what else is going on..
Oh! I got a job. :]
It's at my dads work.. and it's interesting to say the least.
I get $14 an hour, which isn't too bad I guess.
But the worst part..
No, not the fact the job is in Brookvale. Not the fact I have to get up at 6am and catch the train at 7.15am. Not the fact that the bus ride takes me 50 minutes..
The worst part, my dear LJ friends is that THE BOSS IS AN ALCOHOLIC CHAIN SMOKER. It's disgusting.
Every 10 minutes he's out in front of the building, smoking a cigarette. At 11am every morning, after consuming copious amounts of water, he switches from a clear glass to a thermos. I was unsure why this was, at first but then I realised after going to the fridge that the fridge contained a cask of wine/goon box.
The man drinks wine all day, and he's supposed to be running an international business.
Did I mention the fact his skin is the same colour of a tomato due to lack of circulation from alcohol consumption, he smells of stale wine and ash trays and he HAS A GROWTH ON THE SIDE OF HIS NECK which I'm sure was at one stage during his mothers pregnancy, a twin that moulded itself to his neck and would contain, if operated on, would contain tiny teeth and tiny bones.
Or it's cancer.
I do simple things, like answer the phone (Goodmorning/Afternoon, Bainbridge Internationl - Alicia Speaking!), which at first was terrifying and made my stomach lurch, but after I got told I had impeccable phone manner I calmed down! I also fax, stuff envelopes, take messages, be adorable and polite, call millions of people asking for their fax numbers and sit around on msn all day because they don't give me enough things to do.
There's a man there who is old and grumpy and doesn't like to answer the phone. Well, thats a lie. The man doesn't like to work, basically.
He tried to trick me on the first few days of my working there by keeping his head set on so I would think he was on the phone and I would direct all phone calls to other people (aka my dad and a man who reminds me of a hunchback.)
But I learn quickly!
The lights on the phone indicate who is or isn't on the phone ;]
DON'T TRY TO INTIMIDATE ME, OLD MAN. I KNOW YOUR TRICKS!
Apart from that, it's okay.
In other news, Mr Sheen has decided that his cleaning services should be used for the greater good and not contained to my house.
READ: He broke up with me.
It sucks because he's lovely and we click, but he see's me as a friend. So, what can I do about that.
Nothing.
EUROPE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
In fact, we leave on the 21st of December.
I'm gone for a month.
.. but you probably all know this ..
I'm so excited but so sick of people saying stupid things. Stupid things like "Oh. DON'T LEAVE YOUR LUGGAGE ALONE! DON'T WALK ALONE! DON'T GET RAPED OR PILLAGED! IT WILL BE COLD! DID YOU KNOW THAT?!"
Well duh.
What-the-fuck-ever.
It'll be cold and I'll love it.
OHMYGOD.
Coldplay are coming on the 11th & 12th of next year!
Anyone love them/me enough to want to come with me?
Pleasepleasepleaseplease?
Love you, children.
~ Alicia
No more school.
No more anything :]
I have this odd obsession with clouds.
They're amazing.
You only see the cloud you're looking at once. And then it morphs into another shape.
I only realized this the other day and now I can't stop staring at the sky.. and it's really unhealthy for me! I bump into people!
Just to prove this fact.
See what I mean? They're addictive.
Thank you for the books I got for my birthday! Jodi Picoult and Carol Topolski.. oh my lord. What awesome writers and what AMAZING stories.
Monster Love is just.. riveting. I couldn't put it down. I was so terrified and confused in some parts, but so envious of the connection they had together. But when you realise how twisted the love is.. you feel a lot better.
EVERYBODY MUST READ THIS BOOK IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY!
Well, what else is going on..
Oh! I got a job. :]
It's at my dads work.. and it's interesting to say the least.
I get $14 an hour, which isn't too bad I guess.
But the worst part..
No, not the fact the job is in Brookvale. Not the fact I have to get up at 6am and catch the train at 7.15am. Not the fact that the bus ride takes me 50 minutes..
The worst part, my dear LJ friends is that THE BOSS IS AN ALCOHOLIC CHAIN SMOKER. It's disgusting.
Every 10 minutes he's out in front of the building, smoking a cigarette. At 11am every morning, after consuming copious amounts of water, he switches from a clear glass to a thermos. I was unsure why this was, at first but then I realised after going to the fridge that the fridge contained a cask of wine/goon box.
The man drinks wine all day, and he's supposed to be running an international business.
Did I mention the fact his skin is the same colour of a tomato due to lack of circulation from alcohol consumption, he smells of stale wine and ash trays and he HAS A GROWTH ON THE SIDE OF HIS NECK which I'm sure was at one stage during his mothers pregnancy, a twin that moulded itself to his neck and would contain, if operated on, would contain tiny teeth and tiny bones.
Or it's cancer.
I do simple things, like answer the phone (Goodmorning/Afternoon, Bainbridge Internationl - Alicia Speaking!), which at first was terrifying and made my stomach lurch, but after I got told I had impeccable phone manner I calmed down! I also fax, stuff envelopes, take messages, be adorable and polite, call millions of people asking for their fax numbers and sit around on msn all day because they don't give me enough things to do.
There's a man there who is old and grumpy and doesn't like to answer the phone. Well, thats a lie. The man doesn't like to work, basically.
He tried to trick me on the first few days of my working there by keeping his head set on so I would think he was on the phone and I would direct all phone calls to other people (aka my dad and a man who reminds me of a hunchback.)
But I learn quickly!
The lights on the phone indicate who is or isn't on the phone ;]
DON'T TRY TO INTIMIDATE ME, OLD MAN. I KNOW YOUR TRICKS!
Apart from that, it's okay.
In other news, Mr Sheen has decided that his cleaning services should be used for the greater good and not contained to my house.
READ: He broke up with me.
It sucks because he's lovely and we click, but he see's me as a friend. So, what can I do about that.
Nothing.
EUROPE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
In fact, we leave on the 21st of December.
I'm gone for a month.
.. but you probably all know this ..
I'm so excited but so sick of people saying stupid things. Stupid things like "Oh. DON'T LEAVE YOUR LUGGAGE ALONE! DON'T WALK ALONE! DON'T GET RAPED OR PILLAGED! IT WILL BE COLD! DID YOU KNOW THAT?!"
Well duh.
What-the-fuck-ever.
It'll be cold and I'll love it.
OHMYGOD.
Coldplay are coming on the 11th & 12th of next year!
Anyone love them/me enough to want to come with me?
Pleasepleasepleaseplease?
Love you, children.
~ Alicia