So.
Christmas was lovely.
Particularly becuase it meant I got my new phone. Whichis good. Because my old phone was a brick. A blue brick, but a brick just the same.
I was an optus person.
This was bad. Nearly everyone I know is on telstra so everything is more expensive for us. Well, was.
Anyway.
So I get a telstra SIM card.
This was good.
Setting it up was most traumatising.
Apparantly the optus port was closed that day (whatever THAT means) so my phone should've been working at around midday the next day.
At two in the afternoon I was getting peeved becuase all my phone would do when I put in the telstra SIM was tell me it was invalid.
WHY DO THEY THINK I UNDERSTAND THIS?!??!?
I really don't.
So, after consulting the telstra people, it turns out that my phone was locked to optus (HOW was I supposed to know this? HOW?).
So I call optus.
And get the crappy hold music.
Followed by this robot voice sighing (yes, SIGHING)
"Welcome to optus. Can you please tell me, in a few words, why you are calling?"
So I reply
"Unlocking handset" (pretty much what the optus shop people had told me)
Robot woman: "So, that is a call about your PIN number, is that correct?"
Me: "no" (underbreath "stupid moron")
RW: "I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood, can you please tell me, in a few words, why you are calling?"
It continued like that for a while until I just said
"MO-BILE"
and somehow managed to get through to the next stage where the robot woman told me
"There is a delay at the moment. We expect to answer your call within the next 20 minutes"
Me: "oh joy"
So I was stuck with MORE crappy hold music until THEY HUNG UP ON ME!
What kind of IDIOT phone service would hang up on a customer?
So I did THE WHOLE process again and FINALLY someone picked up.
Someone who spoke REALLY fast. With a REALLY thick accent.
So that was difficult.
I kept having to ask the poor guy to speak slower.
So eventually he unlocked my handset. Which didnt actually DO anything.
Well, I had to do some other stuff that I don't really understand but now... finally... after TWO DAYS of tough effort... MY PHONE WORKS!!
=)
This makes me happy.
And now I don't have to talk to anymore morons!
YAY!
Well.... yeah. That's about all my excitment/trauma over the last few days.
I'm going to Emmy's tomorrow!
YAY!
But seeing as Ems the only person who's going to read this, there was no point it writing it. Actually, there was no point in writing any of this post, as Emma already knows the story.
Meh!
Like THAT'S ever stopped me talking about random-ness.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Yay! A comment! And christmas!
*large grin*
I got a comment.
=)
THANKYOU EMMY!
Now I don't seem like such a looser.
Well, I do, but... you know... well, if you do know, you should be proud, coz now I don't know.
:P
I had a good day today.
I shopped (boxing day rules), saw friends (Emmy included) =) and bought stuff with my mothers money *V.large grin*
I like good days.
I like friends.
I like shopping.
I like spending money without consequences.
I DON'T like stupid sizings in shops.
In the morning, before I met my friends, I was with my mum and we bought a whole stack of clothes in a size 10.
Remember that number, TEN. *nods*
Then later, when I was with my friends, I was trying on jeans in a different store and could hardly fit into a FOURTEEN.
What is with that!
I mean, it was hardly nice to be there feeling like I'd gone up 2 sizes in 3 hours.
I mean, not that there's anything WRONG with being a 14.
I was a 12/14 for ages.
It's just really confusing, thinking you're a 10 and then looking at the 10s in the next shop and seeing their tiny waistbands and knowing that there's no possible way that's going to fit over your hips.
Anywho...
Santa was nice.
I like santa.
He brought me Jeff Buckley sheet music.
*v.V.large grin*
I'm going to stop now, I'm mainly updating this coz Emma would get mad if I didn't.
:P
hehe. As if.
I got a comment.
=)
THANKYOU EMMY!
Now I don't seem like such a looser.
Well, I do, but... you know... well, if you do know, you should be proud, coz now I don't know.
:P
I had a good day today.
I shopped (boxing day rules), saw friends (Emmy included) =) and bought stuff with my mothers money *V.large grin*
I like good days.
I like friends.
I like shopping.
I like spending money without consequences.
I DON'T like stupid sizings in shops.
In the morning, before I met my friends, I was with my mum and we bought a whole stack of clothes in a size 10.
Remember that number, TEN. *nods*
Then later, when I was with my friends, I was trying on jeans in a different store and could hardly fit into a FOURTEEN.
What is with that!
I mean, it was hardly nice to be there feeling like I'd gone up 2 sizes in 3 hours.
I mean, not that there's anything WRONG with being a 14.
I was a 12/14 for ages.
It's just really confusing, thinking you're a 10 and then looking at the 10s in the next shop and seeing their tiny waistbands and knowing that there's no possible way that's going to fit over your hips.
Anywho...
Santa was nice.
I like santa.
He brought me Jeff Buckley sheet music.
*v.V.large grin*
I'm going to stop now, I'm mainly updating this coz Emma would get mad if I didn't.
:P
hehe. As if.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Evil technology working against me
Oh dear.
Not only does it seem I haven't claimed a life yet, but technology has decided to be mean to me.
It was very uncalled for.
I mean, just because the I assume the reason something isn't working is because I haven't hit it hard enough yet, is no reason to be as cruel as technology has.
It deleted my music.
ALL of my music.
And for some strange, extremely depressing reason, I can't get it back.
I understand enough about the computer to know that where the music should be... it's, well, not.
However,
in spite of this very nasty trick, I'm in a pretty good mood.
IT'S NEARLY CHRISTMAS!!
yayness.
I'm excited by this.
As you'd probably gathered by the scary use of caps and exclamation marks.
I thought I should write some things about myself.
Not that anyone cares enough to read this thing anyway.
But I think I should think about it.
So.
THINGS ABOUT MYSELF:
#1. I have friends who are all nice and lovely and I could not survive without them.
#2. I have learnt piano since I was five (9 years).
#3. I am in a band.
#4. As a drummer/pianist, depending.
#5. This band has never practised together as a whole.
#6. Nor has it finished a song. Yet.
#7. I really don't like pop music. Except for some songs. But not many.
#8. My strong dislike of pop is quite depressing as the only songs I can manage to write are pop-ish. And that makes me feel quite hypocritical.
#9. I don't like hypocrites.
#10. I LOVE The Clash.
#11. And Jeff Buckley.
#12. I have a brother. Who is tall and scary.
#13. I do realise I haven't formed these sentances properly, but honestly do not care.
#14. I hated year 8.
#15. I really hope that year 9 doesn't suck as this year did.
#16. I'm not sure how year 9 will affect my relationships with other people. Alright, person.
#17. That scares me a bit.
#18. I tend to fear few things. These include; thing mentioned above, some spiders, people dying etc.
#19. My sister died.
#20. I wish I could tell more people that without it going weird. I don't like people (ok, person) not knowing about it, but really dread telling them (ok, him).
#21. I'm only alive because my sister died (my parents only wanted 2 kids. She was first. I'm 3rd)
#22. My good mood has kinda faded a bit now.
#23. I'd really like someone to comment.
#24. Not that anyone's actually reading this.
#25. That's another thing that scares me. People not wanting to read stuff I've written.
#26. I love writing.
#27. I brought home my writing folio a while ago. I asked my parents to read some of it. They just looked at the grades and said "oh, well done".
#28. They still haven't read any of it.
#29. I don't eat strawberries.
#30. This is why I love writing random stuff; it may be the best way yet of discovering what's REALLY going on inside your head. And then you realise what you have to do/not do.
Well,
wasn't that weird.
Not only does it seem I haven't claimed a life yet, but technology has decided to be mean to me.
It was very uncalled for.
I mean, just because the I assume the reason something isn't working is because I haven't hit it hard enough yet, is no reason to be as cruel as technology has.
It deleted my music.
ALL of my music.
And for some strange, extremely depressing reason, I can't get it back.
I understand enough about the computer to know that where the music should be... it's, well, not.
However,
in spite of this very nasty trick, I'm in a pretty good mood.
IT'S NEARLY CHRISTMAS!!
yayness.
I'm excited by this.
As you'd probably gathered by the scary use of caps and exclamation marks.
I thought I should write some things about myself.
Not that anyone cares enough to read this thing anyway.
But I think I should think about it.
So.
THINGS ABOUT MYSELF:
#1. I have friends who are all nice and lovely and I could not survive without them.
#2. I have learnt piano since I was five (9 years).
#3. I am in a band.
#4. As a drummer/pianist, depending.
#5. This band has never practised together as a whole.
#6. Nor has it finished a song. Yet.
#7. I really don't like pop music. Except for some songs. But not many.
#8. My strong dislike of pop is quite depressing as the only songs I can manage to write are pop-ish. And that makes me feel quite hypocritical.
#9. I don't like hypocrites.
#10. I LOVE The Clash.
#11. And Jeff Buckley.
#12. I have a brother. Who is tall and scary.
#13. I do realise I haven't formed these sentances properly, but honestly do not care.
#14. I hated year 8.
#15. I really hope that year 9 doesn't suck as this year did.
#16. I'm not sure how year 9 will affect my relationships with other people. Alright, person.
#17. That scares me a bit.
#18. I tend to fear few things. These include; thing mentioned above, some spiders, people dying etc.
#19. My sister died.
#20. I wish I could tell more people that without it going weird. I don't like people (ok, person) not knowing about it, but really dread telling them (ok, him).
#21. I'm only alive because my sister died (my parents only wanted 2 kids. She was first. I'm 3rd)
#22. My good mood has kinda faded a bit now.
#23. I'd really like someone to comment.
#24. Not that anyone's actually reading this.
#25. That's another thing that scares me. People not wanting to read stuff I've written.
#26. I love writing.
#27. I brought home my writing folio a while ago. I asked my parents to read some of it. They just looked at the grades and said "oh, well done".
#28. They still haven't read any of it.
#29. I don't eat strawberries.
#30. This is why I love writing random stuff; it may be the best way yet of discovering what's REALLY going on inside your head. And then you realise what you have to do/not do.
Well,
wasn't that weird.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Summers
hm...
I'm bored (again. I do that alot).
I think I should write out my summer stuff. Not that anyone actually cares.
But that's never stopped me. Probably should've, but hasn't.
So,
usually I spend my summers pretty much the same.
School finishes,
I shop sometimes,
I watch many-a-movie,
I see friends....
and get very, very bored.
The first part of summer is just waiting for christmas.
That's ok.
Although it's kinda like ... nothing.
Summer for me isn't doing anything.
It's just filling in time.
Pretty much like my life.
Not doing anything,
just using up the days.
And I hate it.
I really can't stand the whole... nothing-ness.
It seriously bites.
And it's frustrating.
And my mother...
well she doesn't exactly help.
She wants me to do more...
but then finds excuses why I can't do stuff.
This wont make sense to anyone unless you're one of my friends (or at least one of the ones who actually know about this thing)... and none of them know this site even exsists.
How lonely that sounded.
I might go buy more credit now.
I'm out again, which is sad.
In multiple ways
=(
If you want,
you can comment.
If you actually read that.
If you did...
I'm sorry.
I'm bored (again. I do that alot).
I think I should write out my summer stuff. Not that anyone actually cares.
But that's never stopped me. Probably should've, but hasn't.
So,
usually I spend my summers pretty much the same.
School finishes,
I shop sometimes,
I watch many-a-movie,
I see friends....
and get very, very bored.
The first part of summer is just waiting for christmas.
That's ok.
Although it's kinda like ... nothing.
Summer for me isn't doing anything.
It's just filling in time.
Pretty much like my life.
Not doing anything,
just using up the days.
And I hate it.
I really can't stand the whole... nothing-ness.
It seriously bites.
And it's frustrating.
And my mother...
well she doesn't exactly help.
She wants me to do more...
but then finds excuses why I can't do stuff.
This wont make sense to anyone unless you're one of my friends (or at least one of the ones who actually know about this thing)... and none of them know this site even exsists.
How lonely that sounded.
I might go buy more credit now.
I'm out again, which is sad.
In multiple ways
=(
If you want,
you can comment.
If you actually read that.
If you did...
I'm sorry.
Saturday, December 9, 2006
Feminine Pretzels
Hello!
I don't know if anyone will actually read this but if you do...
it would probably be wise to run away right about now.
If I'm left alone to type stuff for randoms to read many-a dangerous thing may occurr.
RUN!!
:P
or don't.
So.
Right now I'm on holidays, which is good.
I didn't fail any of my exams which is also good.
Although my mother is evil and thinks my B on a VERY DIFFICULT exam was a bad result.
*mutters under breath*
But it doesn't matter.
Um, I realise nobody actually cares.
Really I do.
Ok...
My grandma came over today
(I know, gape at my wonderous social life).
She gave me money, which was good.
She's one of these grannies who seems to like giving things.
That sounds great... but when it comes to anything actually important... she's not so great.
So, she came over and handed my brother (17, scary, you don't want to meet him) a packet of pretzels. The kind you buy from the supermarket.
He got pretzel sticks.
She handed me a packet and said
"I thought you dear could have these ones, they're all curly-twirly and a bit more feminine"
Yes.
Feminine pretzels.
Nobody I am related to has ever been known as normal.
That is probably why.
She still says "curly-twirly" to a fourteen-year old girl who was made to get out of bed at eight AM to greet her bizzarre granny. On the second day of holidays.
That's all.
Comment?
I don't know if anyone will actually read this but if you do...
it would probably be wise to run away right about now.
If I'm left alone to type stuff for randoms to read many-a dangerous thing may occurr.
RUN!!
:P
or don't.
So.
Right now I'm on holidays, which is good.
I didn't fail any of my exams which is also good.
Although my mother is evil and thinks my B on a VERY DIFFICULT exam was a bad result.
*mutters under breath*
But it doesn't matter.
Um, I realise nobody actually cares.
Really I do.
Ok...
My grandma came over today
(I know, gape at my wonderous social life).
She gave me money, which was good.
She's one of these grannies who seems to like giving things.
That sounds great... but when it comes to anything actually important... she's not so great.
So, she came over and handed my brother (17, scary, you don't want to meet him) a packet of pretzels. The kind you buy from the supermarket.
He got pretzel sticks.
She handed me a packet and said
"I thought you dear could have these ones, they're all curly-twirly and a bit more feminine"
Yes.
Feminine pretzels.
Nobody I am related to has ever been known as normal.
That is probably why.
She still says "curly-twirly" to a fourteen-year old girl who was made to get out of bed at eight AM to greet her bizzarre granny. On the second day of holidays.
That's all.
Comment?
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