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I had a strange dream last night.
One which made me think long and hard about some of the decisions i have made in the past, mainly beginning of this year. I am still unsure of the concept of dreams, and why we have them and what they all mean - maybe someone or an unconcious part of my brain is trying to tell me something.
So i hesitated in waking up for work this morning, it was 5:30 when i woke. I decided to work 6-9am only and sleep when i got home, and i did. I slept through breakfast, my mum had prepared for me. I slept through very loud TV, i slept through my dad's loud monotoned boice trying to wake me up, i slept though the first lecture, and the second and the tute we were supposed to have.. I finally woke at 4pm to the constant sound of the telephone, it was Clare (from backbone), and i was releaved..
Adam had given me a pile of CD's to listen to - electroclash, Japanese electronica and funk. I feel like a part of me has finally woken up to the reality of different senses which i've never focused on before.
My weekend was so good - alcohol, laughter, dane-dross and music.
Saturday began in the worst way possible - working at Coffee Club and hating myself for staying there this long - nearly a year has passed since i started working there and still nothing has changed. I still feel left out, i still feel uncomfortable and as though it is my first day at this job - every single shift. I will quit this week - but first i need to find a job..
Does anyone know of any places hiring???? I have hospitality, sales and admin experience. Please!! heh, if only it was that easy.
But the rest of saturday ended up being so good. Penny and Anyad came over before the concert for some wine, chicken on bread and make up time/straightening the hair etc etc. it's always fun. We caught a buss to the Valley in time to see Holly Throsby support New Buffalo. It was fantastic. The voice, the lyrics, The Globe.. I realized that Saturday was the 3rd time i saw New Buffalo in less than 9 months. With Eden last year, with Dayna in March and then on SAturday. We went back to Ric's drank a little, dunked out strawberry chupa chups in Dayna's vodka and made our way home.
Woken up by Dayna at 9am apparently. Woke at 10am to find a piece of toast on a plate next to me. Rushed to the bus, ran home, called Kevin, phhew meeting's cancelled, went back to bed.
Jaimie, Trent and i met up in the Valley at Ric's to go to Jeff Buckley Tribute Show - he mysteriously and suddenly excuses himself and leaves. Jai and i are left there stunned.
John and friends came, and the show started - it was wonderful, it was so fucking great, i had goosebumps for the majority of the night. Highlights were a tie between, Liam, Matt Tonks and Christy London.
We just made the train - even with Jaimie complaining about her shoes as we ran down Brunswick St. We missed our station, and the next 3 - the train was an express to Robina... I banged on the drivers cabin, he stopped the train...
One which made me think long and hard about some of the decisions i have made in the past, mainly beginning of this year. I am still unsure of the concept of dreams, and why we have them and what they all mean - maybe someone or an unconcious part of my brain is trying to tell me something.
So i hesitated in waking up for work this morning, it was 5:30 when i woke. I decided to work 6-9am only and sleep when i got home, and i did. I slept through breakfast, my mum had prepared for me. I slept through very loud TV, i slept through my dad's loud monotoned boice trying to wake me up, i slept though the first lecture, and the second and the tute we were supposed to have.. I finally woke at 4pm to the constant sound of the telephone, it was Clare (from backbone), and i was releaved..
Adam had given me a pile of CD's to listen to - electroclash, Japanese electronica and funk. I feel like a part of me has finally woken up to the reality of different senses which i've never focused on before.
My weekend was so good - alcohol, laughter, dane-dross and music.
Saturday began in the worst way possible - working at Coffee Club and hating myself for staying there this long - nearly a year has passed since i started working there and still nothing has changed. I still feel left out, i still feel uncomfortable and as though it is my first day at this job - every single shift. I will quit this week - but first i need to find a job..
Does anyone know of any places hiring???? I have hospitality, sales and admin experience. Please!! heh, if only it was that easy.
But the rest of saturday ended up being so good. Penny and Anyad came over before the concert for some wine, chicken on bread and make up time/straightening the hair etc etc. it's always fun. We caught a buss to the Valley in time to see Holly Throsby support New Buffalo. It was fantastic. The voice, the lyrics, The Globe.. I realized that Saturday was the 3rd time i saw New Buffalo in less than 9 months. With Eden last year, with Dayna in March and then on SAturday. We went back to Ric's drank a little, dunked out strawberry chupa chups in Dayna's vodka and made our way home.
Woken up by Dayna at 9am apparently. Woke at 10am to find a piece of toast on a plate next to me. Rushed to the bus, ran home, called Kevin, phhew meeting's cancelled, went back to bed.
Jaimie, Trent and i met up in the Valley at Ric's to go to Jeff Buckley Tribute Show - he mysteriously and suddenly excuses himself and leaves. Jai and i are left there stunned.
John and friends came, and the show started - it was wonderful, it was so fucking great, i had goosebumps for the majority of the night. Highlights were a tie between, Liam, Matt Tonks and Christy London.
We just made the train - even with Jaimie complaining about her shoes as we ran down Brunswick St. We missed our station, and the next 3 - the train was an express to Robina... I banged on the drivers cabin, he stopped the train...