I'll start from the ones that are most like "I'm creeped out because he was sober when he fell for me and made out with me" and move to the ones more like "ow".

- last night's dream was about 85% Project: Ether Engine, with plot after plot after plot, and it was glorious and it spells my impending doom. (The other 15% was dreaming about drinking with work people (without ever actually getting my drink), trying to fix one of their pokemon games, and once again being the only one at work to actually BE working.)
- I just spent only about four lines writing about my dreams.
- it's 8:30, and I am fully awake; I've already done the "that dream was fun, let's go back to it" routine that I usually do several times a morning.
- last night, I suddenly realised that I have no idea who I am - other people have specialties and are GOOD at them, and defining characteristics, and are near-complete people; I can't think of anything like that that actually applies to me. Not in a good way, anyway.
- I woke up with a headache. Actually, more of a base-of-skull ache. And I was sweaty. And there were no nightmares to explain it. So I thought I was sick.
- Now, my throat hurts. And I'm kinda tingly all over, where by "tingly all over", I actually mean "the aches have spread everywhere". And all I want to do is go back to bed but OH MY GOD I CAN'T because it's 8:30, I am fully awake, and this is clearly an omen of my impending doom.
phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (Muffin)
( Aug. 2nd, 2008 01:34 am)
... in which David is his own lubricant.

Julius Caesar was tonight. As was work, but work was pretty much just the regular, with one small addition; Lynn and I worked out the compulsory criteria for the next two employed peoples:
  • his - attractive uni-aged female of Catholic nature who doesn't mind being the object of attention, possibly more...

  • mine - gay/bi/curious/open-minded-and-very-willing-to-flirt-like-Kurtis male, also of an attractive nature bit without the added Catholicism....

Was earlier to JC than I thought I would be. Was surprised to find two extra SUMSites there - Roman and Kenny of The Clique. Was interested to find that The Ex's Current was in it (though, according to Kenny, I am much pretty than he is :D). Was also interested to find that JC was a woman, as were Antony, Ocatvaius and... that other one. Was disturbed by the amount of laughing by both highlyeccentric and kayloulee at all the slash-able material they were gathering.

Back at the women's college, there was tea, followed by several layers of Harry Potter debates, the etymology of Kinokuniya, and lots of Old/Middle English/French/Japanese stuff I didn't get. As well as many other things, of course, like the discussion of shampoo and it's non-uses as a sexual lubricant, which somehow led to my saying something mistaken for a claim that I am my own lubricant... I forget the words now, though, as it is late.

Actually, that's a lie - it isn't too late for me to be remembering life properly. However, three things happened after leaving Amy's that are kind of trumping attempts at Memory Recall. Thing the First is that I was a little bit murdered by a tree, who tried to drop a branch on me, B, and areyoustrange (which upon reflection was probably a fair rection to my wish of seeing a country shop of trees... like, a shop that sells trees, in the country, but not a nursery... just nod and smile) but only managed to flick my elbow a little. Thing the Second is the creepy cab driver who I could have sworn was giving me the eye - first he said I was sick because of "too much sex, probably", then asked if I had a girlfriend (and why not) and looked me up and down, and then asked how old I was. Thing the Third is that I jammed myself out when I got home - I suddenly had a craving for jam, and I succumbed to it. I hope it is clear why I cannot for the moment remember things.

Also, I had a couple of ideas for more comics, but I forgot them too. Hopefully I'll remember before long. Because the world needs more comics featuring stick figures with sentient, sadistic, sometimes-phallic anthropomorphic jam. Actually, that's what this post was going to be - the 'etymology', if you will, of jam, for Highly's sake. Basically, I was having a midnight snack ( !! that was one of the ideas!! OSM!!) of jam on cold fridge!bread, when I realised I use far more jam than anyone else in the house per serving. This led to the exclamation "I am a jam monster!" which conjured images of little children running into a jam monster in the middle of the forest, which in turn conjured images of said events occuring in a children's comic strip, like Jessica Monster's (either / or). I figured I would be able to do something along those lines (though probably not exactly a kid's comic, more one along the lines of Pictures For Sad Children), so I have challenged myself to come up with one comic for every week of this semester. I will probably post two next week, instead of one tomorrow.

Finally, Kay, do you happen to know what Will The New Attractive Bass plays in the orchestra?

Note for B (and Are You Strange): The hand gesture after "S and/or M" was an underline-come-full-handed-pointing-between-two-choices, not anything sus involving friction and/or lubricant.
phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (never meant)
( Feb. 27th, 2007 12:06 pm)
Just about everything I've said about work lately has been negative and hatey. Unfortunately, with Catherine not having left yet, I don't see things changing anytime soon. If it get's any worse, I'm going to have to ask tell Harry not to roster me on with his wife.

Her latest act of Catherineness was something she said to Amy during the week:

Amy: One of my friends applied to work here a little while ago, but she just got a job at Sydney Uni.
Catherine: Oh, Amy. I don't want any of your friends working here. You know what I mean.

If I'd been working that day, I would have slapped that bitch so hard she'd have gotten a free ride home to Hong Kong.

In happier work-related news, we hired Lynn, the guy I was talking about, along with three other sales staff (all female) and a new baker (male). When Amy first saw the new baker, she was compelled to sms Kelly and I straight away and tell us of his hotness. I got to see him first-hand on Sunday, but I think he's too young-looking to be "hot". "Cute", certainly, but not "hot". He's only 17, too, so that doesn't help.

Anyway, worked with/helped trained Lynn on Friday, and he's pretty good. Second shift and he was already pretty good with everything, even not too bad with the till. Pretty much just showed him how to clean and close. Then, on Saturday, I got another trainee to train, and it was her first shift ever. That actually turned out pretty well. At the end of the shift, she thanked me and said everything I'd told her was helpful. That was sweet. No one's ever thanked me for my training of them. probably because I suck

I would mention the business consultant with the balloon fetish that came in on Saturday, but writing about it will give me nightmares.

So let's talk about how I missed out on going out Sunday night. Amy smsed me Sunday arvo, but my phone was died just after work, so I didn't get it then but the next day. Nor did I get the phonecalls. And she doesn't have my home number. So I missed out on meeting Kelly's boyfriend. And on talking to Sara about her new job (she's the one at USYD now). And on drinking. And on just catching up in general.


To cheer myself up, I ordered some shirts online with my new PayPal account! But they'll take 2-4 weeks to get here, so not quite in time for Uni. I'm also thinking about upgrading my LJ account somewhat. I want more Userpics. I'll need to start making some more, of course, but that's half the fun!

Can't wait to get back to Uni, but I need to fix up my timetable. Serious suckdome it is this semester. If that doesn't work, maybe I'll just treat myself to two movies a week during my FIVE HOUR BREAKS!!!


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