anne

Wow, this place has changed.

2005-12-21T09:42:11Z

Hello All!

Just a quick note, to any of you who care, of which I am sure there are few, I have moved online homes.

You can now find me on . . .

http://anney.typepad.com

Wooo!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!

Accidently was released, how did this happen, no one knows.

2003-08-02T14:01:55Z

Yes, this is my quasi-final hurrah to live journal. From this point onwards, all my fabulously interesting and witty posts can be found at:

boo-yah.net

All my posts except for particularly bitchy ones not meant for a public forum, will be posted at this site. I shall continue to sporadically post bitter, self-absorbed rants in the ever hospitable 'friends only' form of LJ. But from now on, the merrier bitterness can only be got at boo-yah.net.

Attention Cute Guy On Streets Of Brisbane With Glasses and Red Dwarf Bag, I WILL HAVE YOUR CHILDREN

2003-07-28T01:55:44Z

Sigh. Perhaps things are getting a little bit desperate. But that's ok, because I don't have to go to uni today :)

Should really find out when I have to go. Hm. Or not.

I need to make a new Mixy Mix to begin the semester with, but I just don't think that I can do it. :( I think I may have lost my ability to create truly awesome mixy mixes. I have made too many, its all gotten a bit contrived. Perhaps it is time to leave the genre. But then what will I call my useless mix cds?

Woe.

Healthy Living Starts Today!!! or maybe tomorrow, I am seedy afterall.

2003-07-27T05:06:01Z

Due to recent Induldgences and their Associated Weight Gain, I am officially trying to eat proper again. As of tomorrow.

No more lollies.
No more chocolate, including Milo.
No more iced donuts, no matter how cheap they are.
No more mother fucking Nutella.

Only healthy foods such as bananas and, er, Lavash Creations. Etc.

Fuck.

Other exciting tid bits from my life include the following:

Saving officially begins for the "Screw You All I Can Go Overseas" fund on Wednesday.
Will be picking up new TV on Wednesday.
Bought an uncharacteristically boring backpack for uni.
Despite having been at work 12/13 days over the last couple of weeks, am suffering a complete and utter loss of self confidence, which is mostly to do with my competence. I'm not sure if I have any.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Hair Still Falling Out.

2003-07-23T00:56:29Z

I'm begining to get rather concerned, I don't want to be bald. Is it my diet? Is it the fact that I am working too much? Is it my shampoo? I just don't know. And I don't think that I can justify a visit to the doctors about this. AND there are more prominent veins showing on my legs where I cross them. I'M 20! I CANNOT HAVE VARICOSE VEINS ALREADY CAN I??? CAN I?!?!?!

Argh. I'm a mess.

*ponders* I wonder if I can get mother to spring for the laser removal of afforementioned veins?

Don't ever let it be said that I am a vain, vacuous tramp. No sireeee.

In other exciting news, am currently bidding on two dresses, which if won will be very exciting additions to my ever growing repitore of unattractive clothing. Although one of the dresses is nearly very cool. It's pink with white polka dots :)

IF ONLY MY HAIR WOULD STOP FALLING OUT!!!!!!!

Titter Titter

2003-07-20T11:49:27Z

My new motto is now officially:

Push 'em up, show 'em off, and tart 'em out.

Yes, I think this spring / summer will a time of impressive cleavage and the development of some kind of exercise routine. Now, I know I've said this many a time in the past, but I wish to begin walking again. I blame Kmart. Always working in the afternoons, which is prime spring / summer walking time. Chuh.

In any case, I am very excited about Uni starting again as it will probably be more of a holiday than my holidays have been. I'm very overly Kmarted at the moment. And by God, do I hate soiled and damaged markdown products, the APNs hardly ever work, everything has to be typed in by hand and each price overidden. I HATE IT. And I think the we flog them too cheap. A woman bought a $30 concealer which had been taken down to 51 cents because it had been opened and slightly used. Fuckin' Ridiculous. Absolute bargin, but fuckin' ridiculous nonetheless.

GRAH.

I think I'm begining to get bitter. I hope I don't spend the rest of my life in retail. Although one wonders if medicine is a bit like retail, only bloodier. Sigh.

Transitional Phase

2003-07-17T10:37:20Z

As some of you may already know, I am slowly begining to ready myself for the move back to the blogging realm. This was, in part, influenced by my recent research assignment regarding blogs in the exciting world of Online Interaction and Community. Which cannot have been that bad, as I did quite well in the subject overall. That and my general boredom with LiveJournal may also have something to do with it.

It used to be so cool, but everyone, barring floatingwalrus and other selected few, seems to have forgotten it even exists. Also I want Boo-yah.net to be the home of my blog, not some link to the side that is often ignored. I want my rampant dribble to be the heart and soul of that darn site. Which when I think about it is rather pathetic. So I won't think about it.

The whole thing is not quite ready yet, although the site owes it's fabulous new look to the effervescant redenvy. Until the blog is wholly prepared, I will place what I post to the non-existant blog here, until the transition can be completed.

So, without further ado . . . Here's One I Prepared Earlier . . .

Sizzling Sobriety

That is correct, last night I was the sober sister. And my friends, well they were drunk, very very drunk. Here's what happened, IN POINT FORM!

On way to car from Pig'n'Whistle, not one, not two but five milk crates were stolen and placed into my car. Only one remains however.
On the way to Andrew's house from the Pig'n'Whistle a "Detour" sign was stolen.
The drunk people left me in the house and went in search of a "End Detour" sign. They came back with a "Roadworks Ahead" sign.
We then set out for a party on the northside, which we did not know the address of. I drove Andrew's car, very badly as I had not driven a manual since July 2001.
The drunk people insisted we drive around the neighborhood to find a "Detour End" sign.
Once we had found said sign, the duo had made so much noise that they were promptly busted by a S+N Pathology security guard.
I nearly stalled as we drove away.
On the way to the northside, it occured to us that we did not have the address of this party.
In our endeavour to get to the northiside, whilst finding the address, we managed to get RBTed. The scenario went a little like this . . .

Officer: Have you had anything to drink tonight ma'am?
Anne: I don't believe so, no.
Officer [thinking he was going to get a bust] Right. I'll get you just to blow into this then.
Anne: *blows*
Officer [disappointed]: Fine, you can go.

I nearly stalled the car as we drove away.
On the way home, less than 20 minutes later, I missed some traffic lights to get onto Coro because I stalled. Twice. And then once more before we managed to catch the lights.

All in all, a very fruitful evening. I got to eat some Oreos.

Call The Doctor Quick!

2003-07-15T02:07:22Z

My hair is falling out at a ridiculous rate. The hairdresser thinks I may have low iorn levels, is it my fault I hate red meat and vegtables ? I started taking supplements today, although they're multi-vitamins so I don't know how effective they will be. May have to enter chemist tomorrow and buy better drugs. And no, I do not think that eating better will help me combat this. It's all about the drugs baby. Yeah.

I'm feeling a little brighter this morning, and my thanks goes out in amazingly large quantities to the Feel Good Rapid Response Unit who had me feeling much cheerier by the time I went to bed last night. Love you to bits guys!

In other exciting news, my room is begining to gather more funiture and assorted crap. My bed is a matress on the floor, which is kinda cool in a uni bum sorta way. My bedside table is the Ikea Stools. Still, after deciding that a large proportion of my furninture is crap, Andrew and I have decided to build a bookshelf and tv table next week. Also there will be camping, at Julian's house for those of us who are cool enough not to go skiing next week.

Should be interesting.

As a side note, this dial up thing blows.

grumble grumble

2003-07-14T10:34:49Z

how is it that a day that started off so pleasantly has turned into such a big shitter?

List Of Irritants and Annoyances As Of The 14th July 2003.

I am now using dial up. The floor guys found it necessary to poke my network cable through the floor and plug up the hole.
Father is an ASSHOLE.
Went all the way to Anstead to pick up amusingly untrained white fluffy dog, only to find that the kennel closed at 4. As opposed to 7, which is what my mother had told me.
After having such a fabulous food intake today, i ruined it with a frigtheningly large milo.
Things, are essentially fucked up.
Parents have offered little to no support regarding the upcoming 'bookcase construction project'.
My keyboard has met its death by rum and coke. I always knew its end would be one caused by foul beverages, but i had expected to be there.
Am immensely bored with life, and wish i could walk away.
Sick of watching what i say and constantly monitoring myself and knowing that I will never be in a social situation without such restraint.
Mother has accused me of spending all my money on cigarettes, yep, that one pack every 3 - 6 months is really breaking the budget.
FAT FAT FAT FAT
Sick of not knowing where i want to be.
Realising that somehow i have "lost myself" even though i did not really know myself to begin with, is that even possible? what the fuck is going on, GRAH.
Sick of needing the opinions of others to validate my own. Particularly with regards to myself.

So in conclusion,

ITS ALL A BIG PILE OF STEAMING SHIT. And yes, if i could find the CD, i would be listening to hanson right about now.

wheeeeeee

2003-07-12T09:33:30Z

wheeeeeeeeee i am currently posting from a television internet contraption in a sydney hotel room. the novelty factor is big. although i cannot read the text properly and i think this may be somewhat of a scam.

in nny case shopping going remarkably well. have TWO pairs of stripey pants now and a sexy fluffy type jacket. v cool. although i was al ittle bit peeved to discover a security tag left on one of my purchases. chuh. that would never happen in melbourne.

and even tho i am currently missing tori's 21st, i am going to a posh french resturant for dinner so i will be there in spirit and in taste sensations. whoot.

jasper_sun @ 2003-07-10T00:32:00

2003-07-09T14:35:09Z

am sneakily trashed.

bwaha!

me too says tori!

tori has the hiccups :)

It Starts . . .

2003-07-06T08:30:07Z

Here is my scheduale for the next two and a half days . . .

Sunday Night
- prepare room to have the carpet ripped up and wood floors polished up.
- go and rejoice in the visitation of kelly with other kmarters at the regatta
- be designated driver for said celebrations.
Monday
- continue preparing bedroom.
- work 1 - 6.30
- party at julians and get ridiculously trashed.
Tuesday
- drive home at 8.00am so i can wait for tradesmen to destroy my carpet.
- sleep.
- geek out.

I'm not sure if i can pull this off, there is a lot of shit in my bedroom. I'm kinda freaking out.

THERE'S A TEAR IN MY BED LINEN!!!!!!

2003-07-05T09:38:27Z

IT'S A SIGN!!!! god is trying to tell me to stop going out, partying and taking my sexy, fucking expensive, bed linen along for the ride. god is such a fucking asshole. As if the vomitous, passoutage, the reawakening, the passoutage and the work the next day wasn't enough of a deterrant!!

This whole down and out by 10pm thing better not become a habit. But perhaps the most important thing i have learnt in the last 24hrs is that one should not mix their bubbly with their creamy. Curdled vommit is not a very pleasing experience, for yourself and other people.

Hmmm, that was gross. BUT WHO CARES!

I cannot decide if i want to go out again tonight, it would involve driving to the northside, drinking, sleeping and working tomorrow and i just dont think i can do it two days in a row, i'm too old for this shit. too fuckin' old.

I feel pretty, oh so pretty, i feel pretty and witty and gay !

2003-07-03T12:13:20Z

I realised today that i have been to 3 funerals in less than a year. I was hoping that i might manage a funeral free year from now on, but considering i have two grandparents still living i think that this might be slightly optimistic.

CAN SOMEBODY FUCKING WELL GET MARRIED ALREADY! sheesh.

I'm sick of wakes, the genteel eating of sandwiches and biscuits and indulging in small talk which consists soley of explaining your connection to the deceased and what you do for a living. It's painful. I imagine that it would be similar at a wedding reception, except that people will most likely be drunk and will be snogging each other at random.

For the record, the people at my wake had better be completely pissed and engaging in wanton sexual acts or my life of passing mojo onto others will be comepletely worthless.

In other soul-searching related news, i have come to the conclusion that even though my life is a big pile of pap completely devoid of passion and meaning, my bed linen is still v sexy and i really do like my hair a lot. Although i am not sure how long this will last, but such is the woe of the shallow.

You are artistic, a bit whimsical, and less iconic
than the train on the other side of the Park.
Others may see you as an odd conglomeration of
new and old-fashioned ideas, but you realize
that's part of your charm.

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Here We Go . . .

2003-07-03T01:33:20Z

I would just like to point out that the demented schoolgirl outfit that i am wearing to this funeral was not my idea. nor was whipping an ugly jacket out of the archives. i will take credit for the patterned stockings and the shoes, but thats about it.

meanwhile the skirt is slightly large and i think i am showing to much mid-drift for a funeral event.

while the outfit is rather saucy, and i may wear it TO A PARTY, it feels weird wearing it to a funeral. Its like that time i showed too much cleavage at my brother's first communion.

I hate events like these. I'm sick of going to funerals, I'm 20! shouldnt i be going to weddings and baptismals???? . . . ok maybe in a few years, but still.

Have I Mentioned That Tic Tacs Are Satan's Candy?

2003-07-02T12:44:33Z

after having consumed an entire box of tic tacs, i sit in a sea of guilt. guilty that i bought this candy via an impulse counter purchase (which is exactly what the bastards want), guilty that i bought them for 89c at target when i could have gotten them for 82c at kmart (not accounting for staff discount), guilty for even knowing that, guilty that i just consumed the whole box in under two minutes, guilty that if there are two calories per tic tac then i just ate 60 calories of pure evil, guilty that i remember the ad in which there were two tic tacs attached cutely to the edge of the box which were gleefully seperated by the consumer of the tic tacs, guilty that i just gleefully seperated the cutely attached last two tic tacs. WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME O LORD!!!! how did i let this happen . . . .

fuckin' tic tacs.

Another Sad and Pathetic Installment In The Not-So-Secret Life of Anne.

2003-07-01T02:31:23Z

my tv is broken. im not sure what is wrong with it, but i was finally feeling ready to cut loose and play some zelda/spyro/banjo kazooie or maybe even some mario golf/yoshi's story/super mario bros**. but nooo, my tv has decided that receiving a signal through the aerial socket is all together to taxing and must be avoided at all costs.

what shits me is that i was going to buy a new tv and i bought a new bed instead. and while i will use the bed more frequently in social situations, it does however mean i cannot watch the simpsons on a seedy sunday, the history channel on a sad and lonely friday night or sponge bob square pants whenever i happen to channel surf by it.

its not fair. i really cannot afford a new tv right now. and then there's the upcoming phone bill. woe. woe. woe.

oh well at least the computer still works *knocks on wood*

** am such a girl.

bitter bitter bitter

2003-06-29T23:04:49Z

must learn how to say no to work. but i really need the money *freaks out regarding bed payments and phone bill*.

i just looked at my "Calls Yet To Be Billed" on MyTelstra (it sounds so friendly doesn't it?) and over half of my smses this month are from the "whoa shit, have to cancel party" incident. i tried to count them all but i got confused. it is 9am after all.

in other v exciting news, i learnt how to play a new card game last night :) :) :) it's called Sweeeepy. but maybe not with that many 'e's. I have decided that i must try and learn at least one new card game each season. last season i learnt Canasata and what has been affectionately titled "Tori's Game".

And now . . . I'm going to eat some nutrigrain and fold some laundry.

God my life is sad.

Monorail. Is There A Chance The Track Could Bend?

2003-06-29T01:46:49Z

Event:

exams are over. one month of no uni. parties and sleeping. boo-yah.
my party has been cancelled which is v upsetting . might be having party in septemember.
went to the jelly party. AND THERE WAS NO JELLY. was most disappointed. not to mention the illogically placed toilet and handwash. *shudders*
transported people in lindsays boot. julian (trip 1) fell asleep, tori (trip 2) kinda freaked.
people thought that it might be funny to through a ludicrous amount of m+ms in my cleavage. i kept finding them in my dress for some time.
MY DRESS WAS SOOOOO UGLY! it was fantastic.
MY BED LINEN IS SOOOO SEXY!!! it matches my toe socks *abashed*
lindsay's hair is a sexy redish blond.
we talked to sam and he was in germany! :D
heh. random british guy. heh.
i lost my earrings :(
i washed my dog with pantene pro v - hydrating curls. she's so fluffy, white and not smelly.
bought a new bed. its got kind of an asian vibe. but it will take 4 - 6 weeks to arrive. and i still have to pay a fair bit of money on it. buts cool and looks V sturdy. good for the bed orgies associated with my house.
i have a collection of other people's cars outside my house.
my car is broken :(

terrible, terrible news.

2003-06-27T01:49:46Z

THE PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED

this is due to a death in the family and consequent filling of house with grieving relatives. its going to be a really intense week. SO PLEASE, don't turn up. cos there will be lots of people crying and what not.

Off The Track.

2003-06-25T16:00:42Z

It's 2am, the immunnology notes seem to be getting more cryptic. exam in 16 hours. do not understand MHC genetics. or t-cell selection for that matter. and all i can really think about is how much i would like to shag john mayer.

a cute geek with a guitar. what more could a girl want?

take me now.

My Dog Smells. But I Can't Wash Her, That Would Be Procrastinating.

2003-06-25T01:38:39Z

the day is bleak and i have so much work to do.

i hate winter. and i hate exams.

actually no, thats a lie, i dont mind winter and i abhor exams.

im going to go eat some cornflakes. or sultana bran. life is difficult when indescision is rife.

A Quandry

2003-06-24T01:56:54Z

Should i swallow my pride and start reading the harry potter books?

should this be my offcial winter project (after reading trashy fantasy and not-so-trashy sci-fi novels)?

Ian has told me i should read them as sirius black is a hottie. whoever that is. I want to read them because i think harry is going to be a whiny little bitch in the new book.

But the question remains, is this a sub-culture im ready to be a part of ?

potty potter

2003-06-23T09:37:44Z

this has caught my attention and left me suitably amused. oh the kmart shenannigans. such a quality establishment.

sheesh

2003-06-22T09:08:41Z

why is it that whenever i plan a really good wallow, with sad music, baths, house & garden and other naughty bad things (ie. nutella and cigarettes) i become innundated by calls (well 2) to become social and witty.

surely am not that social or witty, really.

*ponders life tragically*

oh well, at least im not holly valance.