Aaaaand it's good to be back.
Maybe blogging will make me less cranky, as I once again have an outlet for my rage and smartass comments.
Blogger's changed quite a bit since I took my old blog down. For the better though.
Things I Should Be Doing:
- Making a start on my marketing plan
- Studying for my upcoming mid-sem exam
- Finalising my preferences and applying for uni
- Writing questions to ask my interviewee for my industry interview
project
Can't do 3 because Mike stole my UAC book (he'll probably say that I forgot to ask for it back, but I say the bitch stole it), but 1, 2 and 3? I'm just lazy.
Saw Superbad on Friday. LOVED IT. Saw Bratz last Wednesday. HATED IT.
Weather was amazing today. 28 degrees is fan-freaking-tastic. Actually, anytime you can wear a shirt or singlet is fan-freaking-tastic. Though I don't know what the hell is going on with my skin. Is exfoliating every couple of days too much?
I'm addicted to playing this Word Scramble game with SmarterChild. For the people going 'WTF?!', SmarterChild is an automated-response bot you can add to your messenger (in my case, MSN) and find info or play games with. If you see me this week, chances are I won't notice you because I'll be too busy staring at my Sidekick trying to figure out what the hell 'OKDIDFHSIUDND' is.
Speaking of my Sidekick- ahhhh. Best phone I have ever owned. It's so handy, and there's so much to do with it. Love it love it love it.
Received a phone call in class today. Apparently some guy from work (who I am not even BFF with or anything) went to a gym, had the chance to refer 10 friends to give them free passes or something, and gave my number. Now, how this person has my number on hand? I have no fucking idea. I guess this work supervisor just decided to keep my number on his mobile for some weird reason. Creeps me out a little. No wait, creeps me out a lot. Anyways! Claudia, the lady who called from the gym, started asking me questions.
Questions the lady asked before I told her to fuck off:
- Do you exercise? (To which I replied: No.)
- May I ask why not? (Guess you just did, so I might as well answer. Don't have time.)
- Are you interested in joining a gym or health club? (No.)
- If you did join a gym/health club, what would you hope to achieve? (Um.. *long silence* I don't know.)
- What would you change about yourself- arms, legs, muscle tone? (Uh..nothing really.)
And a couple more questions that smacked of 'I'm assuming you're an ugly lardass, so tell me things you hate about yourself' and 'nothing wrong with your body? Are you sure?' It seemed like Claudia desperately wanted to me find something bad about my body, to make me go to this gym. I told her that I had things to do and couldn't talk anymore, and asked for a number so I could 'call her back'. If anyone feels like prank calling, let me know so I can give you the number.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch. The Idols were at the Children's Hospital last Friday, where my dad works. We were watching Idol and dad was very "I was there that day!" to which I replied "well of course you were." Then Matt Corby was onscreen, and dad said that he (Matt) was standing awkwardly near my dad and his work buddies. Apparently Matt was looking around and smiling, and looking at my dad and his buds like he should be shaking their hands. Dad didn't do anything. Daaaad. Honestly. Matt Corby. He was right there. And you didn't even get me an autograph or anything. Dad. You- not FTW.