kind of a strange weekend. saturday i was lying around, not doing much 'cause i had stomach cramps and i swear i pooped that day more than i've ever pooped in my life. i weighed myself afterwards and seriously i'd lost a kilo. that night i watched 20,000 leagues under the sea (made in 1950s), which was disappointing. i was expecting it to be kinda tense and stuff, but it was comical. i don't know if that's what jules verne had in mind. the giant squid was funny.
i went to see faetree perform on sunday at this yacht club in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere. when you think yacht club you probably think deck shoes and polo shirts and men that make yuk yuk sounds rather than laugh properly and their wives with wrinkly necks and too much gold jewelery. what it was however, was ugly suburban types with too many kids, low paying jobs, drinking beer at 10am, bad clothes, ugly voices (fuck, i'm sounding like a snob, but i don't care. these are my least favourite type of people). to put it in perspective, the 'entertainment' started off with some guy miming to richie valens. not just miming to the singing, but miming playing the guitar as well. so in actuality, all he did was stand there, kind of wobble his leg and pretend to sing and play 3 songs. i was literally speechless. i have never seen anything like it in my life. next was 6 bikie type guys miming badly and dancing worsely (is that a word?) to a village people medley, who then had the audacity to go around to people in the audience afterwards expecting them to give them a donation.
then faetree was up (she does bollywood dancing), which was some actual performance as opposed to miming, and the audience's attention span was about 5 minutes. jerks. no idea why they were performing at such a shitty, unappreciative place, but oh well. the cute bellydancer was there too (well, the one i think is cute. faetree thinks a different one is cute, who is also kinda cute too), and i was hoping we could ask her if she wanted to come home with us and play, but we didn't get the chance. oh well, maybe next time.
then we drove back to sydney and were trying to find a nude beach (because we wanted to go to the beach, but didn't have our swimmers with us) and we went to where we thought was one, but it wasn't. luckily it was sign posted saying it wasn't a nude beach, rather than us finding out the hard way by getting arrested.
then this morning the fucking disk lock on my motorbike jammed so i couldn't ride to work, and i had to get a locksmith to come out tonight to charge me $99 to drill open a $20 lock. grrr.
anyway, now i'm gonna watch some aqua teen hunger force, then go to sleep.
i went to see faetree perform on sunday at this yacht club in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere. when you think yacht club you probably think deck shoes and polo shirts and men that make yuk yuk sounds rather than laugh properly and their wives with wrinkly necks and too much gold jewelery. what it was however, was ugly suburban types with too many kids, low paying jobs, drinking beer at 10am, bad clothes, ugly voices (fuck, i'm sounding like a snob, but i don't care. these are my least favourite type of people). to put it in perspective, the 'entertainment' started off with some guy miming to richie valens. not just miming to the singing, but miming playing the guitar as well. so in actuality, all he did was stand there, kind of wobble his leg and pretend to sing and play 3 songs. i was literally speechless. i have never seen anything like it in my life. next was 6 bikie type guys miming badly and dancing worsely (is that a word?) to a village people medley, who then had the audacity to go around to people in the audience afterwards expecting them to give them a donation.
then faetree was up (she does bollywood dancing), which was some actual performance as opposed to miming, and the audience's attention span was about 5 minutes. jerks. no idea why they were performing at such a shitty, unappreciative place, but oh well. the cute bellydancer was there too (well, the one i think is cute. faetree thinks a different one is cute, who is also kinda cute too), and i was hoping we could ask her if she wanted to come home with us and play, but we didn't get the chance. oh well, maybe next time.
then we drove back to sydney and were trying to find a nude beach (because we wanted to go to the beach, but didn't have our swimmers with us) and we went to where we thought was one, but it wasn't. luckily it was sign posted saying it wasn't a nude beach, rather than us finding out the hard way by getting arrested.
then this morning the fucking disk lock on my motorbike jammed so i couldn't ride to work, and i had to get a locksmith to come out tonight to charge me $99 to drill open a $20 lock. grrr.
anyway, now i'm gonna watch some aqua teen hunger force, then go to sleep.
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Cotton interview - fine. Went as well as it could have. It was a group interview. In the end they talked about how if you work there they expect you to wear their clothes. I was all "um.....one thing, I dont fit into cotton on clothing"
The hours thing is like that everywhere in retail. Its kept on a casual basis so they can just abuse you. Theres always someone else who needs more work if you say no. My concern is not getting enough hours tho.
My dad was just trying to get out of stuff.....
Wheres your family?
Bahahah!!!!!!!