It’s Tricky to Rock Around*

I’m proud to announce that I’m a rockin’ blogger. You heard me right folks, I’m rockin’. (Without the ‘g’, because am cool like that.)

And my friend Lara has even presented me with my first ever blog award to prove it.

Not only is it my first time presented with something, it’s also my first time getting to dish it out to others. [Being the nerd that I am, I'm not actually sure which is more exciting!]

Laurel @ Sass Attack – She’s gorgeous, she’s funny and she’s sweet, what a combination. Heidikins @ Heidi’s World – You have no idea how much I love this girl, love love love. Aimee @ Old Guys Dig Me – I’ve already proclaimed my Aimee-adoration, so there.
Julie @ WTF have I done? – I swear she’s my blogging twin, just much, much prettier. Bitch!
Jen @ Operation Pink Herring – She’s awesome, with her kitties and her house and her wall.

But you know, deep down we’re all rockin’ bloggers. That’s me, ever the fence sitter.

Peace out, ya’ll.

[Puts on rockstar glasses and dances around like a loon.]

*This post title dedicated to my favourite songsters, him & her. Rock on, my friends!

Life… for Dummies

I’ve always said that one of my pet hates is people who have no common sense, which is really pretty snotty of me considering I’m not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.
[Ask my family, they'll concur on this one.]

I think I’ve become better at being logical over time, but I still have my moments. Sometimes though, I feel it’s not just me; that things are made difficult on purpose, when there is no real need for them to be.

Like why I can’t figure out how to get songs off my Ipod and loaded onto a computer with no Itunes library on it, without obliterating them into nothingness? [Yes, I'm worrying about this a good six months before it has even become a problem, so what?]

Like why I’m working my arse off, yet losing a third of my salary to tax, of which I receive only a pitiful amount back? [How the hell does anyone afford to move out in this country?]

Like why all the foods that I love to eat and crave like crazy are always fattening, and why I can have one bad weekend and gain over two kilograms? [Bugger. Shit. Fuck.]

After some fruitful searching of my own, I’ve discovered some books on the subject. Perhaps it’s high time I learn some more, because I’m feeling a tad overwhelmed.

Google-age Question of the Day

DO COLD SORES HURT LIKE A BIG ZIT?

[Yes, capitals were evidently very necessary, because this question is SO IMPORTANT.]

My answer?

Well, sure. I guess they do hurt like a big zit. But they can also hurt like a little zit. You know, those ones that are tiny and barely visible to the naked eye, but make your face ache? I’ll be getting a few of those after this weekend’s junk food binge.

[Seriously, folks, I did not have a cold sore the other day. I just split my lip! And it's better. No herpes in sight! Do you have any idea how many cold sore hits I'm getting? Crazy.]

I am the Epitome of Cool.

Got a little spare time on your hands?
Feeling like you need to er, spruce up your image a little?
Over-active sinus and/or throat glands got you down?

I’m pleased to inform you that I have found a way to combat these worries. Just follow these simple steps, and you’ll be on your way to looking as cool as me.

Step 1 — The Diet:
Diet? What? Raid your pantry and see how much food you can ingest before your stomach starts making gurgling noises that leave you concerned & running for the bathroom.
[Optional: Nutella is low GI, so eating it straight from the jar is perfectly acceptable.]

Step 2 — The Clothes:
It’s all about comfort. Over-sized jumpers, daggy trackies and pink fuzzy socks are all the rage, especially when paired with clompy house slippers & five year old dressing gowns.
[Optional: Throw blankets from your bed around your shoulders for added comfort.]

Step 3 — The Hair:
My two words for you are these, messy & bun. The greasier, the better! Simply take hair, shove into bun and tie back. Simple, easy and completely hassle free.
[Optional: If you're keen and have already showered, simply slick back wet hair as above.]

Step 4 — The Image:
Throw away that lippie, be gone with the foundation, it’s time to let it all be natural! Red noses are replacing red lips, dry and cracked lips are so fashionable, and once only runway models could sport eyes ringed with black and vacant expressions.
[Optional: Stay indoors. If you must venture outside, big black sunglasses are a necessity.]

Step 5 — The Health & Wellbeing:
Sharing is caring! Spread your germs as far and wide as possible because you know what they say; misery loves company! Why be sick on your own, when you can bring others down to experience it with you? Your friends will love you for it.
[Optional: Sniffing pepper induces sneezing, for optimum germ spreadage.]

Come hang out with me, now please. No, really. I am the epitome of cool, indeed.

Love & Hate (aka Stealing is totally a form of Flattery.)

Seeing as though tomorrow is the official beginning of the two weeks of winter school holidays, it’s only fitting that my brain has shut down already. Therefore, I’m borrowing the lovely Janet’s idea, and keeping today’s post short and simple.

Love: Being on holidays. This term at school has been exhausting, and I’m drained. As fast as it’s going to go, it’s two weeks that couldn’t come soon enough.
Hate: That I’ve come down with the flu, for the fiftieth time this year. My immune system really needs a gigantic kick up the arse.

Love: That Jase is a sweetheart and puts up with my lack-of-sleep / flu induced / female hormonal whinging sessions, and still loves me.
Hate: He’s leaving. In 32 days. Which only leaves four weekends.

Love: It’s my birthday in exactly one month. Close enough, anyway. Start planning now!
Hate: I’m going to be 23 and I’m still not engaged yet. (It’s all part of “The Plan”, which I’ll have to discuss at a later date, my clogged sinuses aren’t letting me think clearly today.)

Love: I found a way to watch my Region 1 Felicity DVDs, which is cause for celebration.
Hate: That place is on my mum’s computer, which is just not the same as watching in bed.

Love: My two rabbits are finally living together in the same cage. No hair pulling, no biting, just two rabbits squished together for warmth with the occasional grooming session going on. Needless to say, I’m completely and utterly chuffed with this development.
Hate: That when I head overseas next year, I’ll have to leave my babies behind. Tis sad.

Love: I have an initial phone interview with a UK teacher recruitment agency sometime this week. (The goal is to get a block set up before I leave the country, ready for January.)
Hate: Alyndabear + Talking to strangers = Rambling, nervous pauses & fake laughter. Ack.

Love: This weekend I squeezed back into non-stretch jeans that I haven’t worn in four years!
Hate: I’ve consumed more calories over the past three days than I have in the last month. (Looks like the skinnier jeans won’t be fitting for long!)

Feel free to leave your own love/hates in the comments, and be sure to stop by and pay Janet @ Love is Blonde a visit, if you don’t already. Have a great weekend, folks.