I have to do my hair tomorrow.. do the colouring, then go get it cut, and my sister is going to streak it tomorrow night. I spent so much on underwear, and new makeup and moisturiser (i am dissatisfied with innoxa and moving back to nivea). I am also going to get a leg wax done. Never had it done before professionally. My sister thought a full leg wax, but I think I will just settle for half a leg. She also suggested a bikini wax.. but I think I will just do my usual for those bits.

I have everything organised finally. Passports, money, packing is half done. (undies, bra’s, socks, night wear, toiletries bag) 2 pairs of jeans will be packed, about 7 tshirts, 2 nice shirts, my black cardigan, 1 pair of shoes. I am only taking 2 pairs. In my backpack will be chargers for my mp3 player and rechargeable batteries. Camera, toiletry bag, 1 big book, mobile phone and MP3 player. I should dig out my puzzlebook.

I might also get a massage tomorrow. I need to try and be relaxed and loose. Then I also have to think about drinking lots of water in the next 2 days, and take half an asprin tomorrow and saturday. Apparently I will be getting travel socks from my sister, awesome.

I hope I haven’t forgotten anything.

I don’t know what possessed me to go pack up some shit and spend 4 weeks of my life travelling around several European countries. I could easily be doing something else. Like, going to work every day because the stress I am under just cleaning up the flat, thinking about the new trip and wondering where the hell did all the hours go?

I thought I had four months to go, or was that four months ago? I look around at the shit lying around the place, bottles, shoes lying around the place, scarves, makeup, jewellry, my bathroom is clean now after I manically cleaned everything and THEN decided to do some renovation work to it and paint the tiles with grout paint. Then there is the frigging toilet, if it wasn’t clean before it is now.

I have never felt so frustrated as I cruise around seeing all the stuff that needs to be done, wishing I had more time to do it. Wait.. all that’s left is vacumming the floor, who the hell knew that I shed this much hair in a week??? cleaning the kitchen, mopping it with a mop that is mouldy, now I know what that smell is after the last few days in bathroom, because I was thinking.. hang on I cleaned it, why is there a smell?

OH and to top it off I have to lend my father my laptop, and because the file system is FAT 32 and not NTFS, I can’t lock him out of any directories with my stuff in it. Like.. stuff. So now I have to go out, buy some CD’s burn like a mofo, delete any incriminating stuff and set up my other PC for adsl. JESUS!

Awesome.. what a weekend.

I went out on Friday for coffee and dinner with friends. Upset MM, since I didn’t let him know I was going to be late!

Work was good.. No work on the weekend, always great.

ANYWAYS

Have to tell you about a funny thing that happened on Saturday. Two of my good friends got engaged and had an engagement party. I felt sad, but got over it. Borrowed my mum’s car, after doing the obligatory visit because the parental units felt that they needed to see me because I am going on my trip.

so.. the party is in some godforsaken part of Rockingham (where bogans grew up and moved out, and the trailer trash moved in)

Awesome party, great backyard. Didn’t realise that I would meet so many of the family of both friends and then of course, came across the X of one of our mates who is going out with a chick, who is an X of 2 other mates in our group of 10 or so. So I did the nice thing, hug and kiss.. HIIII HOW IS IT GOING, LOVELY TO SEE YOU, MUST CATCH UP.. BUHBYE! and run off to see my friends.

The X rocks up about 10 minutes later, with her sister, and starts talking to me. We were talking about our mate, going out with another chick after X, and so we stop. I start talking to X + 1, and my friends after 5 minutes, get up and walk off leaving me stuck between X on my right, and her sister, on my left.

SHIT - you bitches I thought to myself, smiling and staying to talk..

Eventually, someone came around and was like.. go get the food! I make my excuses and dash off, find my other friends and after a few minutes polite conversation..

“thanks so much for leaving me with X + 1″

“oh, but we thought you were friends”

“I was being polite”

“Oh, but you were being so nice to them”

“That’s because my mum brought me up to be nice, you bitches!”

“oh we are soo sorrryyy.. we were feeling a bit weird n stuff”

Sure no worries, I will just be left holding the can for the rest of you rude people.

Seriously, in a social situation what the hell do you do when you are left holding the evidence??

PS: Amusing side comment, this post is made on 06/06/06 and the number for this post is… 666 Bizarre!! now the blogworld will end! 

Not sure what else I will need, but I think a rainjacket might be good.

I am going to get a sleeping bag when I am in Sweden, since it will probably be a little more suitable than bringing one from Oz.

I am running out of time and days ..

Yes, 8 days from Today.

After Steph posted a picture of a large woman with a teeny weeny itsy bitsy not quite there tight bikini, i thought it would be MY turn, to post a picture that someone sent to me!

If you want to see the larger version.. then go to this link here, otherwise, marvel at what looks like someone who has pissed on some kind of electrical fence.. and toasted his ween0r.

Got sauce for this cocktail frank???

Work was good, had a chat with the new hunk of the call centre. Lucky for me I got to do some coaching and apparently we like the same music! Ah well.