Cross-legged

I think that my favourite place to sit, in the entire house, is on the kitchen bench.

Does that make me a rebel?

And this is why it’s good to be a girl (censored)

So last night I ventured into the city to see a preacher by the name of Mark Driscoll at the entertainment centre. It was pretty crazy – 10,000 people (sold out) there to see an itinerant preacher. Apparently that hasn’t happened since 1979 when Billy Graham was preaching there.

Anyway, it was an Awesome time hanging out with Jem & Lyndal, Crystal & Lachie and the other few randoms that showed up. We saw the preach (pretty good, except for all the part that wasn’t preaching, ie. the music, the other guy from Katoomba that was doing the promos and talking about God etc…. All so FREAKING pentecostal!!! I hate that shit!!!), then went out for a few beers afterwards. Us girls (me, Lyndal and Crystal… now a pretty tight gang) were feeling fairly giggly and lightheaded due to no food and a couple of beers, and so, after a trip past the 24hr McDonalds opposite the hotel, we decided that a bottle of bubbly and a venture to the upstairs pool/sauna was in order.

We chilled in the pool, talking in-depth girly stuff. It’s so nice to hang out with girls who just aren’t prudes.

Anyway, so Crystal felt like one more smoke after our shenanigans and giggles, so we headed down barefoot to the outside of the hotel, then noticed afore-mentioned 24hr McDonalds beckoning us from across the road. Despite our promises to the girls hubbies to not go outside the hotel, and to be back in the room by 3am, we ate our second rounds of burgers and were in bed by just after 4. Sleeping on the floor has done very good things for my back.

And now, I am on the train to work (late… Oops… there is just so much talking to be done the morning after!). I feel so rejuvenated in spirit though (as I always do after an adventure), hanging out with these girls, talking about crazy things. I know I spend a lot of time hanging out with boys, because as a rule I feel more accepted by them than girls, but this was really really FUN.
And this is why it’s good to be a girl.

The New Things

I haven’t updated in a bit, and there is a lot going on. All good news, which is a lovely change

I’m changing jobs. Not companies, but jobs.

As of the 1st of September I will no longer be store manager of Mount Druitt *cheers*

Instead I will be Retail Administration Manager (wanky title provided by my boss after I requested one) which basically means I will be doing all the back end admin (remittances, chasing commissions etc.) and sales support for the stores and managers (fixing system issues, providing advice, doing stocktakes and being a general know-it-all). I get my own office (next to a tattoo parlour and round the corner from a good bookstore! Woot!) and no uniform *big smiles for wearing whatever the hell I want* and I get to spend most days by myself pumping music while I work! I don’t have to work weekends (unless I happen to want weekdays off) and I get to pick what colour I want to paint my office (colour suggestions are appreciated).
I’m happy. Very happy. I can’t wait to start and get out of the hell-hole that is Mount Druitt.

In other news, uni is going well… When I do it. I was up til 4am last week doing a psychology assignment (in which I sounded incredibly intelligent) but I haven’t touched it since then. I need to though. Some hardcore studying this week for sure.

My heart hurts, but enough about that.

Jonni pierced another hole in my ear for me, so now I got 11 piercings just in my ears. Pretty cool. It sounds a bit trashy. But it’s not. Trust me. I’m all class.

Training tonight. That will be good. I haven’t gone in about a month. It will feel good to do some exercise after so long.

Parklife is coming up too! Thanks to Stacey (who bought me a ticket for my birthday) I get to see Goldfrapp (admittedly, I only started listening to her after I found out she was headlining, but I now have two albums and heart them both) and Peaches and a whole bunch of other wicked acts. PLUS, what could be better than dressing up kookily and hanging outside all day with friends and awesome music everywhere? Excitement!

MGMT (with my sister Sarah who has fantastic taste in music, and though I’ve never hear them I am assured that I will love it… plus we get to dress in mass fluro) and Alicia Keys (the lovely Kitty Cat has bought me a ticket) are also on the calender for later this year.

I also have two new sweeeeet pairs of glasses! $400 for the pink pair, got the $300 pair for free, and then got $150 back off MBF anyway, so $250 for $700 worth of specs! Yays

I need new clothes too, because my jeans and skirts are all too big, and I’m gaining a reputation for having the trademark Chris Georgiou bum crack always showing. That’s not cool. Neither is buying new clothes unfortunately… I’m quite partial to the ones I’ve got. And there is always the money issue. *sigh*

So that’s my news pretty much. What is going on in the world of others? Tell me all!!!

Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night

So last night, I DANCED IN THE SNOW.
I love the blue mountains.

And the title of this blog has nothing to do with the content. Just the song I have in my head.

Blog for a Sunday Morning

Written at approximately 9.50am before starting work

And today is a day when I am completely dissatisfied with who I am.

I should be thinner.
Up to date on current affairs, like the war between Georgia (which I only just found out was a country next to Russia, and not just a state of America) and Russia.
I’m just a dumb blonde sometimes.

I should be studying, not partying.
I should stop getting so hung up on boys.
I should work harder at work.
I should get to bed earlier.
I should be nicer, funnier.
I should stop messing with people’s hearts.
I should protect my own.

I should play my piano more, and write more songs.
And I should learn to sight-read.
I should try to find the heart of God.

I’m not being ridiculously self-deprecating here, please understand that.
This is simply an outlet for this morning’s frustration with myself.
It may just pass by lunchtime.

And a thank you to the friends that listen to me when I’m in moods like this, or help me talk out my problems when I need to.

Maggie
Tink
Stacey
Lariss
Gav
Jonni
Cam.

Thank you.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be a better person.