I'm a raisin, she's a cow
Still sick.
At 1:30am. Bored. Completely bored (word to your mother). Drugged up (meds of course) but with no outlet to release. So I logged on to find myself something to do. Ended up being sucked into a "24" marathon tv stream. Mistake number 1. It didn't help that the "tv" channel had one of the most "cute" watermark/ad I've seen in a while. Emblazoned, in harsh white, was:
MORE @ WEBRATS.COM
PORN, SIMPSON, FAMILY GUY, MORE!!
Porn, Simpsons and Family guy was all I really needed.
5 hours into the marathon, I start feeling sorry for Ol' Jack Bauer. He finally finds some sort of happiness, but terrorists and hot assassins always seem to get in his way. We're kindred spirits Jack Bauer, I mean brother! *sniff* It got me thinking about my days though. I don't get into nearly as much shit as he does. With a keen eye, and the spirit of Sherlock Holmes flowing through my veins (yes, on my days off, I invoke the power of dead fictional people...) I set out to document today. Kinda...sorta.
The following happens between 1:30am to 6:00pm:
1:30am - Find the 24 stream. Eyes resign themselves to a life of dust and dryness.
3:00am - Hope that Audrey and Jack's relationship can survive. Walk out to get a drink. Contemplate army rolling to the fridge (for shits and giggles). Decide against it. Get to the fridge to find a billion different flavoured drinks. Lose my mind trying to choose what to drink
6:00am - Silently screaming at the screen, telling the marathon to finish up so I can go to the toilet and sleep (not in the toilet, ofcourse)
8:00am - It finally ends. Poor Jack bauer. Sleep comes
12:00pm - Wake up. It's fricken sunny for once. Stumble out to find food. Drop last egg. Face like a drop pie, the day the music died. Settle for cornflakes. Swear it tastes bitter. Too bitter.
12:30pm - Leave house to rustle up some adventures, similar to Jack Bauer's exploits. First stop, op shop.
1:00pm - Leave shop grinning like a fool. 50c for "Music from the Sting" cassette tape. Immediately plonk it into the player. I now have a soundtrack to my life.
*break*
Listening to the tape, made me feel like I was in a fricken silent movie. It was surreal. Suddenly I was driving much slower, enjoying the sunny day. Everytime I went to say something (ordering food, talking to people etc) all that popped into my head was a black screen, with what I was going to say, emblazoned on it. I couldn't help it. At one point, when I nearly hit another car, all that came into my head (unfortunately) was a black screen, witht he words "BAM!" written on it....
*End break*
3:00pm - During this time, have been at a shopping centre eating chips and browsing shops. Cough up something alien. Decide to leg it home.
3:30pm - Come home to find that my dad has finally been given his hearing aid. Stand at various places in the house, shouting and whispering at my dad. Life, officially gone down the drain.
4:00pm - A glass of Milo gives me enough energy to trim my fingernails. Sleep ensues.
6:00 pm - Start this post. Check checklist. Terrorists = 0 Hot assassins = 0 Nukes = 0
hmmmm nothing much at all, although it wasn't really a 24 hour log. I'm one of those people that excitement would walk by while covering their faces..
I made the stupid mistake of helping my sister and her boyfriend out with their house. Being sick and clearing trees and bushes between 7:30pm and 9:30pm in freezing weather, is not my idea of a good time. Naked female models spear tackling me would be my idea of a good time. But, a promise is a promise. And I have been doing that till my brain fell out of my head and I had to sheepishly pick it back up, trying not to face plant the floor. Cop that Jack Bauer!!
At 1:30am. Bored. Completely bored (word to your mother). Drugged up (meds of course) but with no outlet to release. So I logged on to find myself something to do. Ended up being sucked into a "24" marathon tv stream. Mistake number 1. It didn't help that the "tv" channel had one of the most "cute" watermark/ad I've seen in a while. Emblazoned, in harsh white, was:
MORE @ WEBRATS.COM
PORN, SIMPSON, FAMILY GUY, MORE!!
Porn, Simpsons and Family guy was all I really needed.
5 hours into the marathon, I start feeling sorry for Ol' Jack Bauer. He finally finds some sort of happiness, but terrorists and hot assassins always seem to get in his way. We're kindred spirits Jack Bauer, I mean brother! *sniff* It got me thinking about my days though. I don't get into nearly as much shit as he does. With a keen eye, and the spirit of Sherlock Holmes flowing through my veins (yes, on my days off, I invoke the power of dead fictional people...) I set out to document today. Kinda...sorta.
The following happens between 1:30am to 6:00pm:
1:30am - Find the 24 stream. Eyes resign themselves to a life of dust and dryness.
3:00am - Hope that Audrey and Jack's relationship can survive. Walk out to get a drink. Contemplate army rolling to the fridge (for shits and giggles). Decide against it. Get to the fridge to find a billion different flavoured drinks. Lose my mind trying to choose what to drink
6:00am - Silently screaming at the screen, telling the marathon to finish up so I can go to the toilet and sleep (not in the toilet, ofcourse)
8:00am - It finally ends. Poor Jack bauer. Sleep comes
12:00pm - Wake up. It's fricken sunny for once. Stumble out to find food. Drop last egg. Face like a drop pie, the day the music died. Settle for cornflakes. Swear it tastes bitter. Too bitter.
12:30pm - Leave house to rustle up some adventures, similar to Jack Bauer's exploits. First stop, op shop.
1:00pm - Leave shop grinning like a fool. 50c for "Music from the Sting" cassette tape. Immediately plonk it into the player. I now have a soundtrack to my life.
*break*
Listening to the tape, made me feel like I was in a fricken silent movie. It was surreal. Suddenly I was driving much slower, enjoying the sunny day. Everytime I went to say something (ordering food, talking to people etc) all that popped into my head was a black screen, with what I was going to say, emblazoned on it. I couldn't help it. At one point, when I nearly hit another car, all that came into my head (unfortunately) was a black screen, witht he words "BAM!" written on it....
*End break*
3:00pm - During this time, have been at a shopping centre eating chips and browsing shops. Cough up something alien. Decide to leg it home.
3:30pm - Come home to find that my dad has finally been given his hearing aid. Stand at various places in the house, shouting and whispering at my dad. Life, officially gone down the drain.
4:00pm - A glass of Milo gives me enough energy to trim my fingernails. Sleep ensues.
6:00 pm - Start this post. Check checklist. Terrorists = 0 Hot assassins = 0 Nukes = 0
hmmmm nothing much at all, although it wasn't really a 24 hour log. I'm one of those people that excitement would walk by while covering their faces..
I made the stupid mistake of helping my sister and her boyfriend out with their house. Being sick and clearing trees and bushes between 7:30pm and 9:30pm in freezing weather, is not my idea of a good time. Naked female models spear tackling me would be my idea of a good time. But, a promise is a promise. And I have been doing that till my brain fell out of my head and I had to sheepishly pick it back up, trying not to face plant the floor. Cop that Jack Bauer!!
posted by Thaozee at 6:05 PM
4 Comments:
Miranda's list of thngs you need to get better:
1) Hardcore German porn. I don't know how this will help, but it seems like it couldn't hurt.
2) Orange Fanta and Cherry Nyquil blended with ice. I saw this on a TV show once, I've always wanted to try it when I was sick.
3) Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Seriously, go pick yourself up some DVD's. There is nothing like a little Buffy to aid the soul.
4) Fried chicken. Again, I don't know exactly how this is gonna help, but hey, fried chicken is good.
5) Al Green. You gotta listen to some Al Green. That is an order.
(feel better!)
--M
Much more intereseting than me!
x
Miranda:
1) I have been eyeing this one title called "Achtung Extreme"...
2) I don't even know what Cherry Nyquil is. First I thought it was a spelling mistake, then I find out it's a real thing
3) Buffy is a sore point for me, since my friend Brooke can (and does) recite whole episodes to piss me off..
4) Fried chicken is good. I'll be eating them while listening to The Radars - Finger Licking Chicken.
5) If, by Al Green, you mean the 70's soul singer, than I'm all for it. Your music choice is entirely agreeable
Jest, Penelope:
Thanks for the hot complimentos (as they say in spain....yeh, I lie)
Penelope's real name is Tabby...
I'm impressed with the bands you like.
Thank you Jess x
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