the column of love...
what i love right now
homestar runner
working at the hospital
building up my glory box
MOR pomegranite body wash
peugeots
what i've always loved
green
making pretty arty things
being an aries
being a girl
60's and 70's hipness
learning about how the body works
having the new thing first
figuring it out for myself
places i love to be
i want a tomato
blogger
diesel sweeties
toddbot
the journal comic
scary go round
boy on a stick and slither
vodka things
the vodka-cam!
about the girl
to-do list
move out
get a new job
sort out my credit card
get to the beach this summer
make some goddamn friends
go to the doctor
apply for povo-student government benefits
what this love is about
the pudding (aka lou-lou aka lyndal) is a young girl who is outta high school,
and finally entering the real world. she spends too much time on the internet, reads into things too much,
is defiant that she's always right, thinks she's fairly stylish, loves asian stationary, has a boy named
steve, and writes in her diary sometimes.
she loves it when you come to visit, too.
and did you know that you can sign her and
email her? true!
visits
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( 1:43 PM )
why won't you call me?i've applied for 14 jobs so far. 2 knocked back straight away, 12 still pending a response.
i apply for one job and get an interview straight away, apply for 14 more and no-one wants me.
*sob*
come on guys! i'm employable, aren't i?
i need a full-time job! ahh!
( 4:07 PM )
i'm getting there.i'm slowly getting better, now. i'm coughing less, and less violently. my stomach is feeling a bit better. and i have applied for 6 jobs, though 2 of them i've been knocked back from already (first one, they said they'd ring me back if i was suitable.................second one, it was advertised online today, but applications closed yesterday morning? wuh?)
i'm just going to apply for everything, that way i might get a job. yes!
holy cowsers, it's ONE WEEK until i can ring up and find out what my UAI is. yuck. i'm not looking forward to it AT ALL. maybe i will just go to TAFE.
MAYBE I'M VERY CONFUSED. and need to have a shower. and show off my sexy new expensive jeans to the world. and my new bag. if i put my jeans in the bag, it will be an explosion of sexy power, so look out.
i really wish one of these employers would see the "i have very good knowledge of macintosh operating systems" on my resumé and say "yes! that's her! hire her! no, wait......my best friend the advertising executive needs someone to look sexy and give a powerbook to.....i must call him!"
and then i would be on the road to cool.
( 11:56 PM )
excuse me one moment.....*COUGHING MY GUTS UP*that's what i was like at work today. my manager ended up doing counter while i did managery things. i served about 3 customers all night, and when i did i could hold out until they gave me their money and i had to run away and make my manager finish the transaction while i coughed up my insides for about 10 minutes and stood by the sink cause i was nearly throwing up.
i've just caught some awful bug from steve, a bug that he mysteriously achieved at schoolies.
so i cough like a bitch and my right nostril won't stop drip-drip-drippin'.
in lighter news, i've applied for another job (and my mother was impressed by my cover note, so that must be a good thing) and tomorrow i'm going to the city with danica to pay off our impulse lay-bys of some sexy jeans. well, we have to pay an installment by tomorrow, or we forfeit our deposits. plus we want sexy jeans now.
but i think i'll only stay in town for a bit, cos i'm as sick as a dog. and i don't have alot of money.
and if you have formal photos with me in them, can you send me a copy (electronic will do fine). my mum wants to know how my hair looked. ta.
*cough*
( 12:04 AM )
*yawn*back from schoolies, which was....a let down? i dunno. i know i made it that way, but it had a very nothing feel about it.
i have so much alcohol left over (*BLEAH!*) and my intestines hate me and i'm getting steve's fucked up respitory (sp?) tract infection.
i took SO MUCH hardcore drugs, and it was a total downer cos out of 3 nights of that, only one affected me. but the one good night was so good, cos it was where a party evolved (ONE WE WANTED) and i stayed up until about 8:30am with steve just talking and talking. we did it again, but it wasn't as peppy. it was more chilled.
i was in a house with steve, richard and poppy. so it was nice little coupley situation, and then richard left because he had to work, so steve and i were home alone. aaah.
but people loved to rock up expecting a party when all we wanted to do was ruin our livers and go to bed. i hardly drank though. i hardly even left the house, loser that i am.
but towards the end steve became REALLY sick, and people wanted to stay at our house and drugs didn't work. and the huge mess on the table wasn't cleaning itself (thankyou richard and poppy for leaving without cleaning ANYTHING, and not even bothering to put your half-drunk beroccas in the sink).
but i have had not enough sleep, so i might go catch some.
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