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Just putting it out there into the void...What should I do?

Random Thoughts of the Day

You know in crime shows, when they show illegal money bouncing around from account to account all over the world? Kind of like a little ball of light flittering from Switzerland to Egypt, to Santiago, to Sydney, everywhere? That's what my mind feels like at the moment. I think of one thing, which reminds me of another, and before I've had time to dissect the first thing, I've mentally moved on to the second. Thus, here are my random thoughts at the moment. Note the lack of explanation between subjects; even I don't understand the twisted depths of my mind completely, and what I do understand, probably wouldn't make sense anyway.

- Thai boy has nice eyes. Nice arm muscles too. It's not fair that he wears a singlet when I'm trying to concentrate.

- I need to go to the gym tomorrow. If I'm going to be a waif, I need to exercise.

- We have extremely chocolate ice-cream in the fridge at the moment that defies words. There's crunchiness and smoothness and the complete package is enough to make me want to give up boys, if it meant a lifetime supply.

- I need more female friends. I'm sick of Halo, and being lectured at. I've noticed that girls share ideas, but boys are "always right". No.

- I think I'm too independent to be in a relationship. Maybe I am high maintenance.

- I wish I were good at cards.

- I'm worried that I won't be able to survive without coffee while I'm in South America. Yeah, I hear ya- South America, home of Colombia, home of coffee? Yeah well shut up, I'm not going to Colombia. I drink a lot of coffee. What if I get withdrawal headaches and it ruins my trip?

- I don't think I'm interesting enough. One of my friends is teaching me so much. I don't know enough about anything to teach him anything! I wish I knew a lot about music or cars or history. I wish I cared enough about anything to learn that stuff so that I could teach him. Ugh.

Things I Have To Be Happy About

I recently bought a book of the net called "14 000 Things To Be Happy About". I haven't got it yet (the pitfalls of living in the middle of nowhere- aka Australia) but in anticipation of it's arrival I thought I would make a list of five things that make me happy right now.

1. My wardrobe: Yes, I'm aware how shallow and teenage that makes me sound. However, what you have to realise is, I bought every single item of clothing in that wardrobe. Every dress, every skirt, every top and every pair of overpriced yet still so beautiful pair of shoes was paid for with money that I earned on my own. And you know what? I'm so proud of myself for that. It's liberating to know that I can hold my own and I could take care of myself, even if just financially, if I had to.

2. Kindness: I work a lot on my own, in a work field that some may describe as high risk in terms of break-ins and hold-ups. Therefore, I'm really glad that I have so many cool people in my life that don't mind checking in on me. Sure, the security guards have to check on me- it's kinda their job, you know?- but they don't have to stick around for half an hour keeping me entertained and telling me funny stories. And the guy who runs the restaurant across the road would be perfectly within his rights to ignore me and keep on working, but he's sweet enough to keep an eye out for me. I know some really decent people, and I'm happy that amongst all these stories of the world becoming a colder place, I've managed to find some warm and generous people.

3. My upcoming trip to Peru: I've been doing my research into Peru, and besides the whole "eating guinea pigs" thing, everything I read just makes me more excited! This morning I read about Cuzco. The heart of Cuzco is the Huacaypata and Cusipata, which translates to the "place of tears" and the "place of happiness". Gorgeous.

4. Double dipped Cherry Ripes: They complete me. Enough said.

5. Janet Evanovich books: Sure, they're a little cliche-d, but hey? Who doesn't need a little cliche and mush every now and then?

Until next time, I encourage everyone to find things that make them happy. Even if it's little things like your morning coffee or the way your shoes click-clack on the tiles, embrace it, love it, be happy about it!

Screw wishful thinking.

Okay, maybe it's because I've had a total of about five hours sleep over the past three days, or maybe it's because I'm nearing exams, or maybe because I'm sitting about a metre away from my dad and his (our) football team is in the midst of a very tight battle for supremacy. But anyway, it doesn't really matter what the reason is. The fact is, a lot of things are making me angry right now! Thus, this blog:

List of things that are making Shannon angry:

My stupid head cold. I remember Lorelai complaining in an episode of Gilmore Girls about having a cold. "It's so common" she said. "Anyone can have a cold". This is true, and that angers me, but what mostly angers me about this irritating snot-filled, phlegm-ified "not even good enough to be the flu" cold is the inability I have to taste and breathe properly! I think that dinner was tasty tonight. It might have been. But I'm pissed that I missed the Tim Tam balls. I may as well have eaten something healthy.

My job. There is nothing quite as mundane as scanning groceries for nine hours straight. Today was another horrific example of the amount of hate I have for my job and for Woolworths. Between half my staff calling in sick and getting stalked by the weird guy with no teeth, I found myself getting very, very angry. And very much in need of a drink. Though, of course I can't have a drink! Stupid cold medication!

The guy that shall henceforth be known as Z. Z is a great guy, but totally clueless, and just needs to kinda back the fuck off and give me some space! I don't like people touching me, even when I'm interested in them, so stop it, Z! I don't want you to push my hair behind my ear- I had it out for a reason, and chances are, I spent a good minute straightening it so it sat right. I don't want you to tweak my hip to get my attention- I mean, seriously dude, do you really think I'm going to want you because you remind me that I have a little excess flubber?

Z's housemates. Let's call them W, X and Y. Clever, yes. It's not so much that they all anger me, because W and X don't really anger me. X, especially is a great guy, funny as all hell, and W has a cool British accent, which I find impossible to raise annoyance. Y, on the other hand, has a whiny accent, normally accompanied by a whiny sentiment. You said the other day that you were getting desperate to meet a girl, and were perfectly willing to drop your standards. Well, here's an idea, genius- maybe it's you! Maybe if you started making a freaking effort to be nice and get to know other people, you might find that girls are interested! Ugh, the anger is just intensifying! The thing is, Y has every bit the potential to be a great catch- he can be quite funny, he's smart, and he looks flippin' brilliant without a shirt. Too bad he seems to have had an overdose of the bitch pill, of late.

I'm in the wars....

I bruise like a peach, and at the moment, I look like a peach farm. There's a huge one on my left calf where I walked into a drawer while attempting to stealthily steal rocky road. I have three in a row just above my right knee from pushing trolleys around at work. Both my left and right forearms have little egg-shaped purple patches. My left elbow is bruised. My right wrist is bruised.

I have mosquito bites on my feet, on my legs, on my side, on my back. I have a cut down the length of my middle finger that I sustained opening a bottle of beer (yes, kids, alcohol is very bad for you- in more ways than one).

Then, there's the sunburn. See, everyone says the reason that I burn so easily is because of my Irish heritage. But my rello's haven't lived in Ireland for nearly two hundred years- we were convicts, k? So, why do I have to still suffer? Shouldn't I be a bronzed up Aussie by now? No, I still slather myself religiously with sunscreen every morning. Except, Monday morning, I accidently missed a few spots, and now I look like I'm wearing a pair of red thigh-high stockings.

Pity party, table one.

Get Your Thinking Cap On

One: I've always wondered what a thinking cap looks like. A fedora, maybe? Oooh, a Sombrero- that would be a good thinking cap, because it's wide and you could encompass a lot of ideas from that width.

Two: The reason you need to put your thinking caps on, is because I need a hobby. I want to do something interesting. So, I'm open for suggestions. Hit me up.

Confession Time

Hi, everyone. My name is Shannon, and I am an addict.

I am addicted to buying lipgloss. There's something about the little pots of strawberry and mango goo that makes me happy, and I think that my day actually brightens when I put it on.

But what has led me to the realisation that I may have a problem, you ask? Well, yesterday, I found myself having this disturbing conversation...with myself.

Addict Me: Oooh, look! It's a new lipgloss!
Rational Me: Shannon. Step away. It's not worth it.
Addict Me: But it's grapefruit flavoured.
Rational Me: Who wants their lips to taste like citrus? Strawberry or chocolate, yes, I can understand that. But, grapefruit?!
Addict Me: But it's got Vitamin E!
Rational Me: So?
Addict Me: And jajoba!
Rational Me: Oooh, jajoba! I love that word! Put it in the basket.

Apart from the fact that I was talking to myself in the middle of a supermarket, several things struck me about this conversation. One, jajoba is actually a really cool word. Ha. Ho. Bah. Love it. Two, I realised that whenever I see that something has Vitamin E or something fancy sounding in it, I jump on it. But really, it's just a marketing spiel, isn't it?! It's all chemicals that will probably shred my stomach lining eventually. And three, when I thought about the strawberry and chocolate comment, I realised that I do have lipglosses in those flavours! In fact, in my handbag alone, I have upwards of seven different lip balms!

Quick. Someone get me to cosmetics rehab.