Wednesday, November 15, 2006
A story of revenge and redemption. Really meh?
Job Search, Day 6 - 3 resumes dropped off, 0 calls received.
Nobody wants me. Not if I'm going to be cutting and running on 12 December, during what could possibly be the busiest time for shops and services in the entire year. No, I'll just be a waste of training resources and money. I nearly damn well got hired when I walked into Subway, but once the dirty little secret of my one month sojourn in sunnier pastures (followed by a one week holiday in equally cold and miserable conditions) comes out of my stupid stupid mouth, the shop people's faces turn black and I find myself neatly shown the door. Fine then. Well, except for that nice Subway man who asked me to come back next year and look him up. He's lovely. Best case scenario, his word bears out and I'll find myself in the exciting, dynamic occupation of slicing ham and dribbling mayo and coleslaw onto six-inch schlongs. Or a foot-long schlong if I get lucky. And hey, read it in whatever way you want to, my mind is as clean and pure as a freshly-powdered baby's bottom.
On the road to getting my Ls: I just have got to find the time to call up to register for my license. Somehow something else always gets in the way and I'm afraid I might have to do it in a fortnight. And some idiot newsagency ripped me off! I paid $18.90 for the driving theory book before I realised that the recommended retail price is actually $14! *Gasps, clutching pearls and fanning self* Daylight robbery!
Went shopping with my shopping buddy two days in a row and found myself unable to plug the holes in my rapidly depleting bank account. (Which is why I'm desperate to get a job) Went shopping again today, but with Becky, Cath and Amy and tried on some absolutely gorgeous dresses, all of which are beautiful but have the ugliest price tags attached. And I'm going apartment hunting tomorrow with a couple of people and I damn well better not be anywhere near Dotti or I'm marching in to buy the cute black and white chequed top, no questions asked. My bank account is crying for mercy. I might as well put it out of its misery.
Finally (finally!) got around to watch Kill Bill and Kill Bill Vol 2. Quentin and Uma will have you believe that it's a "story of revenge and redemption". Really? Yeah, I see the revenge bit, all 300 litres of blood and 37 severed limbs, but where is the redemption? Where? Uma's character can claim to have satisfaction, bloody satisfaction from her rip-roaring rampage, but all I can see is a hollow, de-humanised shell of a being losing even more of what precious little soul remains within with each new head she lobs off. What happened to you was terrible, lady, and maybe your enemies had it coming, but 'forgiveness' is a word you might want to look up when you're free. I'm just saying.
Veronica Mars season 3 is disappointing me. That's all I'm going to say. It's so hard to have to admit this to myself, because season 1 was breathtakingly, undoubtedly, ridiculously the best season of television I have ever watched in my life. Ah, well. These things happen. Your little angel of a daughter turns into a slut-on-wheels. Your A+ son drops out and starts shooting up. You still love them though they break your heart.
My Current Read- In Cold Blood by Truman capote: It took me about 5 pages to get hooked on this. I find myself in complete awe every couple of minutes and find myself having to re-read the blurb and gaze at the cover to convince myself that yes, this is a piece of non-fiction and that something so chilling and terrifying and wrong could happen to such good people, in reality. Look what happened to Oedipus. Look what happened to Lear and Cordelia. Shit happens to people who deserve it least. I've yet to reach the meat of the book, and I can't wait.
I loved this quote:
"If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity. So blow your nose." -pg 68, Penguin edition.
Gosh, I am rambling on, aren't I? I'll stop here, have a quick shower, and watch the Shawshank Redemption. And then maybe I'll get round to compiling my writing portfolio like I keep telling myself to. I'm such a lazy ass!
Good luck to all you lovelies taking the As! Almost there! Jia You! And then after that I'll have to catch up with a couple of you. There's no escaping a bored, crazed, post-exam person who's lonely, insecure and insane. I'll be waiting...
Nobody wants me. Not if I'm going to be cutting and running on 12 December, during what could possibly be the busiest time for shops and services in the entire year. No, I'll just be a waste of training resources and money. I nearly damn well got hired when I walked into Subway, but once the dirty little secret of my one month sojourn in sunnier pastures (followed by a one week holiday in equally cold and miserable conditions) comes out of my stupid stupid mouth, the shop people's faces turn black and I find myself neatly shown the door. Fine then. Well, except for that nice Subway man who asked me to come back next year and look him up. He's lovely. Best case scenario, his word bears out and I'll find myself in the exciting, dynamic occupation of slicing ham and dribbling mayo and coleslaw onto six-inch schlongs. Or a foot-long schlong if I get lucky. And hey, read it in whatever way you want to, my mind is as clean and pure as a freshly-powdered baby's bottom.
On the road to getting my Ls: I just have got to find the time to call up to register for my license. Somehow something else always gets in the way and I'm afraid I might have to do it in a fortnight. And some idiot newsagency ripped me off! I paid $18.90 for the driving theory book before I realised that the recommended retail price is actually $14! *Gasps, clutching pearls and fanning self* Daylight robbery!
Went shopping with my shopping buddy two days in a row and found myself unable to plug the holes in my rapidly depleting bank account. (Which is why I'm desperate to get a job) Went shopping again today, but with Becky, Cath and Amy and tried on some absolutely gorgeous dresses, all of which are beautiful but have the ugliest price tags attached. And I'm going apartment hunting tomorrow with a couple of people and I damn well better not be anywhere near Dotti or I'm marching in to buy the cute black and white chequed top, no questions asked. My bank account is crying for mercy. I might as well put it out of its misery.
Finally (finally!) got around to watch Kill Bill and Kill Bill Vol 2. Quentin and Uma will have you believe that it's a "story of revenge and redemption". Really? Yeah, I see the revenge bit, all 300 litres of blood and 37 severed limbs, but where is the redemption? Where? Uma's character can claim to have satisfaction, bloody satisfaction from her rip-roaring rampage, but all I can see is a hollow, de-humanised shell of a being losing even more of what precious little soul remains within with each new head she lobs off. What happened to you was terrible, lady, and maybe your enemies had it coming, but 'forgiveness' is a word you might want to look up when you're free. I'm just saying.
Veronica Mars season 3 is disappointing me. That's all I'm going to say. It's so hard to have to admit this to myself, because season 1 was breathtakingly, undoubtedly, ridiculously the best season of television I have ever watched in my life. Ah, well. These things happen. Your little angel of a daughter turns into a slut-on-wheels. Your A+ son drops out and starts shooting up. You still love them though they break your heart.
My Current Read- In Cold Blood by Truman capote: It took me about 5 pages to get hooked on this. I find myself in complete awe every couple of minutes and find myself having to re-read the blurb and gaze at the cover to convince myself that yes, this is a piece of non-fiction and that something so chilling and terrifying and wrong could happen to such good people, in reality. Look what happened to Oedipus. Look what happened to Lear and Cordelia. Shit happens to people who deserve it least. I've yet to reach the meat of the book, and I can't wait.
I loved this quote:
"If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity. So blow your nose." -pg 68, Penguin edition.
Gosh, I am rambling on, aren't I? I'll stop here, have a quick shower, and watch the Shawshank Redemption. And then maybe I'll get round to compiling my writing portfolio like I keep telling myself to. I'm such a lazy ass!
Good luck to all you lovelies taking the As! Almost there! Jia You! And then after that I'll have to catch up with a couple of you. There's no escaping a bored, crazed, post-exam person who's lonely, insecure and insane. I'll be waiting...
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