MA= mostly arb?

robberies, crime, work, life, homework, intensive classes learning foreign languages, and general stresses and pressures have resulted in me feeling rather out of kilter and sorts of late. not sure what it is exactly, or how its really affecting me, just a general malise i suppose. think it will jsut take time to settle into a new routine, and spend time working on alleviating the negatives and the stresses, and all will be getting slowly but surely. well not the crime factor, but just my response and feeling and all towards those stupid things. think studying and pracitising harder will help reduce the fear of class, and an awesome sounding weekend will get me smiling again. just like payday did yesterday, until i transferred all my payments necessary only to realise that more than half my salary dissapeared within an hour of arriving. poop. but hell, theres still some left for fun partyparty time ahead. woop. and all that is made better by the newly placed MA that has found its way settled after my name. yay.

life in the big smoke

i love random emailing at work while you pretend to be busy. it has kept me entertained and occupied all day. which is a good thing, as its been a well shit day. getting broken into at the office isn't exactly conducive to a good mood. especially when your personal space has been trashed. oh wait, especially when it has been only 2 weeks since the same thing happened at home. real fun. god the grump pant has won convincingly this week; am entirely out of sorts. great times in the big city when crime becomes a daily aspect and presence in your life.

example 1:
kugels visiting the times office, having a little chat with former varsity friends about their recent engagements in the conference room behind my desk:
"I was like ... I just want to sit down and enjoy the fact that we are ENGAGED. And that if we die today, we won't be UNMARRIED."
fuck.

example 2:
From: EMN-Announcements
Sent: Wednesday, June 25, 2008 12:43 PM
To: ~EMN
Subject: PA Test

Hi All
There will be a PA test tonight at 20:00. This will be done by playing a soft music and will last for about 30 minutes. This is a preparation for the oncoming Evacuation drill.
Frans
Security Manager - MNET

--To which a certain lady with administrative skills replied... “Len how can they do this now, does that mean I need to be here tonight?”

stuffs.

why can people like this really exist? french, beautiful, and takes good pictures?! poop.
i really like the idea of the 365days pool on flickr- one year of your life documented daily. contemplating doing it. pity some crazy friend of a friend stole my camera the other day, taking it home thinking it was a water bottle?! so have to wait for that one back before launching into photo taking mode. ha, ridiculousness.

snippets

overheard: funny stuffs to read.

girl to friend: [Sighs.] I'm losing faith in humanity, one orgasm at a time.


Goth girl talking loudly to goth friend: It just sucks that everyone is such a toolbag. Like everyone. That guy right there. Toolbag. You. Toolbag. Everyone is just a toolbag. Like seven out of ten people are just tools.

Middle-aged guidette: He's gay, he's gay, he's gay!
Uptight white woman: My husband isn't gay. Loving Jesus doesn't make you gay.

student times (again)

poot poot.
learning new stuff is well harder than i remember. perhaps i've been out of it for too long.
god its going to be a long hard slog for the next 2 months- italian and economics.
the double combo: what was i thinking?!

so much sleep time these days, its insane. woop woop. think i'm catching up on the last 4 months of lack thereof. and yet, still oversleeping in the mornings. strange. never seems to be enough.

long afternoon

yen mag: has some random but amusing posts. read this and had to laugh. today just so happened to be the day that i wore a collared shirt and heels, just because. no meeting, no occasion, just cause they're in my cupboard. there's something strange afoot here. sjoe- I'm becoming a modern age working girl?! god lord, whoever thought it was possible.

"I often wonder if my life will constantly revolve around skim lattes in paper cups?
Or, standing in line at the cafe, desperately trying to order a tuna sandwich on brown bread? Or, making sure I have my swipe card to get in and out of doors, lifts and car parks? Are these things really essential in making my world go round? Do they help me take my ever-so-stressful breaths? In this exact moment, I'm sitting at my desk, munching down some cereal and sipping my latte. I'm extremely tired and I am regretting staying up until all hours, chatting to my friends over facebook chat. I'm thinking of all the work I have to do, but it seems I would much rather think about it, than actually do it. I'm finding myself listening to Mariah Carey on my ipod, just for something different. I'm watching a girl struggling with the fax machine. It seems to be upsetting her. I thought emails were the rage these days? Fax machines seem too outdated for my liking. I don't really even know the point of me writing this entry. I guess I'm just stuck in a world of take-away coffee, emails, getting in early, staying back late, eating lunch at your desk, sky-high heels and lipstick. It's thrilling, it really is. It makes my world go round and round and round."

so true, so funny

smiles

my time of late seems to have been filled with an overdose of boozey ridiculousness, giggling, insanity and general mayhem. i am laughing too much; my cheeks are permanently stiff. too much fun is not possible right? perhaps for my dearest innocent liver, but the rest of me is loving it. perhaps need to sober up this week, poor little body, but i seem to say that every monday. whocares.

sillinesses

this made me smile today. go here or here for more random stuffs. i heart faces in stuff. smile worthy. or perhaps its that i was hung over, tired and bored on a friday? im going with the happier option.

foreign landscapes

am in search and need of a change of scenery, so planning a night away over the long weekend. magaliesburg it will be, it seems.
close location, but out of the city + fireside + wine + friends + mountainscapes = great times.
in the meantime, i am struggling to get through this week, despite it being a shortened 4 day one due to sick day off on monday. it just seems to be ridiculously drawn out; keep thinking its friday, getting excited, but then realising the reality. poop. i long for a sleep in. and to get rid of this headache that has been sitting in my frontal lobe, teasing it continually since my 1.30 am wake up this morning and subsequent 4 hour insomina stint. more poop.

its going to be a long, drawn out afternoon spent drooling on my keyboard while attempting to stay awake. again. repeatitive cycles?

rad interview with tom waits. made me laugh.

good things comes to those who wait?

i need to learn patience.
nice things cant be mine straight away.
must learn to wait. forever?

poop.
learning to be rational aint all its cracked up to be.

sickness and tiredness

after sleeping for over 18 hours yesterday, i still feel exhausted and could do with some more. i feel a holiday is in order. or just bail from work more regularly. it just never seems to be enough; its ridiculous.

i also seem to be sucking so badly in the romance/ boy department, or lack thereof. bounced one, who is just not even worth a mention: well really, who cooks kak packet food from woolies and wears a dressing gown (and slippers knitted by his landlady) on the second time of meeting someone they are trying to impress?! good lord. but was then lucky enough to meet a lovely. exciting times when one gets the random chance of meeting a lovely; they are a very rare and exotic species, barely ever discovered. so what do i do, as an intelligent girl excited by the close proximity of one such a lovely? what every logical girl would do surely? that is proceed to get too drunkenly and fall asleep on the couch next to him, after talking more shit than one would ever think possible. joy. well nice that i fucked that one up instantly. it takes skill, i tell you, to be as silly and ridiculous as i am. special.

back to drawing board to reconsider and reassess how i do things. goddamn i hate that process!