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Are You Pondering What I'm Pondering?
Posted Dec 29, 2001
Why do I finish all of my journal entries with those odd little one-liners?
Am I incapable of leaving an open statement?
I think I just like to have the last word.
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The Procurement of Clothing - Trials and Tribulations
Posted Dec 29, 2001
I need new pants.
I need new pants that fit.
I need new pants that fit and that don't look like they've been made by an industrial canvas fitter.
"Ah Ha" I hear. "She's a big girl" And yes, you would be right. I am a big girl. I have big hips, big legs, big thighs, a big bum and big boobs. But they're not the topic of discussion today so they're inconsequential. Yes, I am a big girl. Somewhere around size 22 in Australian sizes. Though I'm tall, so I don't fully look it.
Listen to me, making excuses.
Anyway. I had to go pants shopping today. Personally, I loathe clothes shopping. I try to avoid people as much as possible and the prospect of going into a store entirely staffed by girls who've never been over a size six in their lives to try on clothes whilst they stand outside the changerooms and call "So how's it going?" when I'm trying to fit what approximates to an 'Xtra Large' (ie an inch more material than a 'small') over my hips fills me with loathing, fear and dread.
There is around about a dozen clothes stores in my local shopping center. Including the men's clothing store and the sports clothing store. I found one pair of pants that _just_ fit. So I got them because my ever trusty cargoes are on their last legs. Literally. And there's nothing better at making a person feel worse about themselves than walking into a store with racks and racks of clothing, only to be able to find one article that fits them.
I hate clothes shopping.
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I Think I Think, Therefore I Think I Think I Am. I Think.
Posted Dec 27, 2001
I think some of the strangest things.
And they're strange for the strangest reasons....
I recall a few days ago, having woken up at around half past five in the am to get ready for work, thinking as I stepped out of the shower "And thus marks the Advent of the modern calendar". A fair enough statement you would presume, especially if it were referring to a prior train of thought relating in some manner to calendars and time. But it wasn't. My prior thoughts up until that point in time had solely revolved around the feeling of hot water on a cold (oddly cold for summertime, but I digress) morning.
"And thus marks the Advent of the modern calendar"....My first coherent thought for the morning. At that point I stopped. I've known for a while that my thought processes tend to border on the slightly random and rather eccentric...After all, how many people, when talking about buffalo wings (the spicy chicken wings Americans seem to love so very much), begin to think about the processes involved in peeling a live buffalo, and what sort of sounds the poor buffalo would make as it were peeled. (And don't even get me started on Pink Elephants. Try this one day- Turn to a friend or family member and tell them 'whatever you do, don't think of Pink Elephants'. Sooner or later they'll start thinking of the pink Elephants. My problem is that my Elephants refuse to be pink. I can get lime green, sky blue and lemon yellow, but I've yet to see a pink Elephant, no matter how hard I try...but yet again, I digress.)
I think the scariest part for me is that I've not even got a firm idea as to where my thought (I can't even say thoughts. It was one sentence) on the advent of modern calendars had come from. Is some part of my subconscious mind constantly tuned into the discovery channel or the history channel and learning things whilst I'm unaware? In a wierd 1984-esque turn of events, does Big Brother (not the television series *shudders* pop culture. Ugh.) have a control over my mind, making me think what They want me to think? Why would calendars be so important to Them? Some wierd plot to take over the world?
I scare me sometimes.
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My First Jounal Entry-- Hellfire and Brimstone!
Posted Dec 26, 2001
I sit, and I write. It's seven fifty-eight am on a Thursday morning...The Thursday after Boxing Day to be precise, December 27. 2001 in case you're wondering. I've gotten to work with a splitting headache and the entire city is filled with smoke. There's around about seventy bushfires ringing the city of Sydney, and it's making for a lovely time. The weather is hot, the air is stifling and each breath is like standing in a smokehouse whilst toking up.
Gods above I love Australia in the Summertime.
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