Procrastination

I think I've finally come across the essay that just might kill me. Far out, it is the most boring thing I have ever had to focus on in my life! I'd rather watch golf, followed by a cricket test match followed by football than do any more of this. THAT'S HOW CRAP IT IS!

So I procrastinated a while on YouTube and watched some dodgy clips on aliens, the Illuminati and giant skulls and wished I could write an essay about those things instead. then I went to the shop, bought some food and now I'm here writing this because I just added another sentence to the essay which seems like enough work to warrant another thirty minutes of procrastination.

I've gotten some work at the community garden which is hell fun. I'm so aching and sore from lugging wheelbarrows full of compost and shovelling dirt and digging trenches and planting plants and I can't get the dirt out from under my fingernails but it feels good. What really surprised me when I first got there was the fact that most people there were around my age and female! :o I had assumed most people would have been older men. Which is good, because blokes take over and tend to get cranky. Shows who the hard workers really are, though - heh heh heh heh.

I gotta go work my other job tonight, then, hopefully, I'll get home in time to watch some of the Harry Potter movie on TV. hahaaa. Yep, my life rules.

On Monday, because all my assignments are due then, I will reward myself by going into to town to see The Hunger Games. Only because now I've read the first book and on Monday's movie tickets are only like $10 or something. Anyone wanna join me?

Then I'll do some more work before the weekend when we, dogs and all, head to Coffs to visit the skankus over Easter. She told me she is going to take me to her favourite shop, so I better save some money. I reckon she should buy me presents.

OK, well, I better go pull another sentence about feminism and globalisation  (fuck, I HOPE that's what I am supposed to be writing about) out of my arse.

Bye now.

Jen's Technology Jabber

There are things I love about technology and there are things I don't love about technology.

I love the Internet! You can do anything, banking, bill paying, shopping, chatting, dating if you're into that, book holidays, concert tickets, read books, download/ watch movies/TV/music, study a university degree and the list goes on.

Yesterday, after hearing another person rave about how good the Hunger Games movie was, I decided I needed to read the book to see that the fuss is about. So, without getting off my arse, I logged on to Amazon, bought the book, turned on my Kindle and there it was. Amazing. No hour-long drives into town over pot-holed roads to the only remaining bookshop in the HOPE they would have the book, no parking, no paying inflated bookshop prices for something I may or may not enjoy. I love I can do this with technology.

What I don't really like about technology is the fact I am becoming so reliant on it. If my computer died or or computer systems all over the planet suddenly crashed, I'd be fucked and isolated.

I also am still having problems with the mobile phone craze. Everyone is so connected all the time and they expect immediate responses and get narky if you are not there. I get that they are so handy and convenient but I don't like being constantly contactable or connected to the world. Sometimes one just needs to disconnect.

So anyway, back to the Hunger Games book, I get what people mean when they say it's a decent story if you can get past the bad writing. A good book should transport you into its world and make you forget you're evening reading a book. This book has me re-reading sentences, wanting to ask for more detail and cringing at some of the dialogue - and I'm only a quarter of the way through it. Oh well, can't win them all.

I did recently read a book called The Eternal Dawn by Christopher Pike. It is the latest in the Last Vampire book series, a series I got into in high school before vampires were all the rage. I love his books, I just wish he'd make some Kindle versions so I could download them all rather than pay $12 for shipping of a $0.99 book. heh

Red Dead Redemption

I finished the game I've been obsessed with for the last few days. Like a good book, I find a good game impossible to put down until I've finished it. Red Dead Redemption was a lot of fun. It is set in the old west and I developed a crush on the character John Marston. He had a very sexy voice, unlike his son who becomes the playable character a bit later.

I liked the game because it gives you moral decisions to make. You can be a total arsehole or you can try and be a good guy. I tried to be good most of the time, but sometimes I couldn't help myself.. and I'd be an arsehole.

This sounds bad, but I got a kick out of killing my horses. Don't call the mental hospitals yet because I swear, they are all explainable...

The first time I killed my horse was an accident. The stupid thing ran in front of me when I got involved in a shoot-out, so it got shot a few times. After I killed everyone, I stood over my horse wondering how on earth I'd get around New Austin now when the game gave me the option of skinning the animal. OK, I thought. So I skinned it. And sold the meat in the next general store I came across.

And so began my horse massacring. I kept thinking of inventive ways of killing them and sometimes it would just happen by accident. Like the time I was riding a horse along a train track when a train came along. Wondering if the game would let me die I stayed on the track and sure enough... we both died.

If a horse did me wrong, like going in the wrong direction or not doing what I wanted it to, I'd shoot it.  One horse I punished by shooting it once so it wouldn't die, then I got on it and rode away. A short time later the horse just dropped dead. So I skinned it.

Sometimes as you ride around the place people ask for your help. I usually try to help these folks, but sometimes I'd end up accidentally riding my horse over them instead. Oops.

There was one lady who wanted me to get her stolen horse and cart back, so I chased the thief down, shot him, looted his body, then got on the cart to ride back to the woman. I got off the cart and walked over to her and she is thanking me profusely and my character is talking about how there are still some gentlemen left in the world when I accidentally press a button and push her onto the ground. HAHA. It was rather funny. it truly was an accident, though, but since I failed in my courageous deed, I decided to shoot her horse and skin it.

A nun got in my way when I was running up a hill and I couldn't call a horse so soon after killing the previous one so instead of being patient and letting her pass, I pull a knife on her and she runs away screaming. HAHA.

Well, I had a lot of fun.

I pity the fool...

Jibber Jabber. That's what I call the noise that goes on in my head.

While I was stuck behind a cow truck yesterday on the way to Forster (a cow truck that was leaking cow excrement all over the road - luckily it was raining) I got to thinking about how sometimes it's easier to learn things about yourself when you get them out of your head and look at them again later.  So this blog is going to be for that. I'm just going to write whatever crap comes to mind in the hope that one day I'll have some grand epiphany and everything will make sense.

So, where should I start?

I will admit that I'm pretty nosy, but I try not to ask too many intrusive questions because I hate when people ask me questions I don't want to answer. Like yesterday, I had just finished doing the fortnightly Aldi shopping  - which is a huge endeavour and usually results in an overflowing trolley and a couple hundred bucks being spent. Every single time, someone will say something like, "I wouldn't want to be paying your bill" or "you've got a big load".

Yesterday, as soon as I'd stepped away from the checkout to leave an old bat comes up and asks outright how much my order was. Is it just me, or is that a bit rude? I was annoyed by her question, not because I was embarrassed about how much I'd spent but just because she asked. I didn't want to tell her just on principle, so I just said "a lot." In fact, the order came to $202. I don't mind posting that here because no one asked. Perhaps I'm the one with the problem.


The other week I went on a job interview. I'm usually pretty good at interviews if I do say so myself but this one was stupid. It was for a little job, nothing flash, but the interview was conducted by a panel of six people and only one of the questions related to the actual job. The others were like "who is your hero?" "What has been your greatest life achievement so far?" "How do you deal with conflict?"

You can't prepare for questions like that. I didn't get the job, but after the interview I was glad because I could already see there were far 'too many cooks in the kitchen.' But what bugs me is the 'feedback' I got when I asked why - just out of curiosity. The answer was something along the lines of the fact that they didn't think I would be able to handle all the heavy lifting involved :|. So, whether or not my answers to their, what I considered to be, inappropriate questions were correct or not, it came down to the fact that (they think) I am just a weakling. Whatevs, ay.

So, I'm in my final year of uni and all things going well I should finish at the end of November. YAY! I have absolutely no idea what I will do after that except that I will move out of this town. To where? I dunno. But I seem to have gotten to the point of the degree wheree the subjects have started becoming repetitive. Honestly, I'm a bit over it.

Well, that's all for now, I have to get going and get some stuff done. *sigh*