Hat power

All the alarms just went off and I got to shoo away lots of smelly students whilst wearing my shiny red hat and standing with my arms crossed blocking the door.

One student had the cheek to ask if I was serious..
I replied in my fire-warden-ascertive tone that I most certainly was serious, that this was not a drill and that he had better move immediately to the designated assembly area unless he had a death wish.

Turns out it was a false alarm, however all the academics seem to have gone home so after all that excitement I think I might go home too.. for a nap..

Black hair, baby hair, bad hair - yeah yeah yeahs, death cab and tony and guy

Black hair
Yeah yeah yeahs were really good at the Gov on Sunday…


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Baby hair
Death cab for cutie were also really good at the Gov on Monday - how good is my reviewing style.


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There were two 13 year old girls standing in front of us who probably found our ‘awww, they’re so small’ comments pretty annoying, and I was tempted to speak loudly about all the dramatic events to come in the O.C. finale, like Marissa and Ryan getting run off the road by Volcheck resulting in Marissa slowly dying in Ryans arms cause instead of going to get help, he chooses to stay with her for her last breath, but I resisted.

Bad hair
I’ve managed to stay with the same hairdresser 3 times in a row now, and so on this my 4th time, I thought I’d let them colour my hair too. When I got there, my hairdresser wasn’t working so they put me with someone else for my colour, then they got this other guy to wash it, then they got someone else to put a complimentary treatment in it, then they wrapped my head in gladwrap and let me sit and read about Johnny Depp (if it wasn’t for him there could have been trouble, cause at this point I’d been their two hours and I wasn’t looking pretty), then someone else cut it, then someone else blow dried it. All I can say that perhaps too many chefs have spoilt the broth cause 5 hairdressers, 3 hours and lots of $$$ later, I don’t think Tony nor Guy really knows how to make me happy. Hopefully I won't notice the colour of every single strand like i am right now forever, cause it's really bothering me.

Christmas in July

i don't really get it, but the old folks at my Nanna's home didn't seem to see the difference, so who am i to cry humbug

ba humbug, it's a fucking stupid idea

something i ate didn't seem to agree with me, the turkey was good, but the potato was a rock, the ice cream was good, but my sister thought the plum pudding was a rhubarb

the entertainment was pretty good, Tee Tree Gully Troupedours, they knew all the favourites... they started with a medley of weather songs, to help us get through the draught, my Nan's favourite:

When I pre-tend I'm gay,
I never feel that way,
I'm only painting the clouds with sunshine.

..jees, that's quite depressing isn't it..

followed by Singing in the Rain, Raindrops keep falling on my head, September rain, and all the other rain classics.

Then they each did a solo, best being the big old guy who sang one of those really low voice deep river songs, worst being the lady who's voice clearly didn't cut the mustard so she tried to ham it up with 'always a bridesmaid, never a bride', funniest was the old italian crooner who was flirting with my sister, she said it was just cause she was in the front row, but she was clearly making eyes at him.

and they finished it off with a medley of christmas carols for a full audience sing-a-long, ah good times

should be good when we're 89 and having christmas in July at the home and the entertainment commitee bust out smells like teen spirit

and now, because i haven't had enough musical entertainment for the night, jon is giving me his own air guitar rendition of all the great You am I songs they didn't get around to playing tonight

cmon 5pm..

M @ the brewery

~~~: what you doing
M : nothing, bored.
M : want to hear a joke?
~~~: yer
M : what kind of bees produce milk?
~~~: hmm, I dunno
M : BOOB BEES
~~~: hhahahah
~~~: you’re immature
M : u r
~~~: why are you bored?
M : waiting for stationary.

J @ the hospital

J : i'm bunkering down
J : like the russians during the winter
J : outside st petersberg
J : maybe it was moscow
~~~: maybe you should talk to them
J : nah i'm bunkering down
J : marshalling the troops

N @ IT dept

n : this new seating position is no good
n : my back to G
n : im kinda side on to I
~~~: thats no good
~~~: no good
~~~: you want back to wall, facing out
n : now they throw stress balls at me to get my attention

Coldplay @ 'Entertainment' Centre

Well, it was good, but not very good. Even with yellow sparkle filled balloons and a hot frontman - the de-entertainment centre atmosphere sucking backdrop, Chris Martin’s puppet dancing, bad pants, too many house lights and the predictable production of it all made the whole experience a bit mediocre. The ‘entertainment’ centre seems to try to make things shit, walk into a floodlit foyer, find out your not allowed to drink a beer while you watch the show, get accosted by some young capitalist trying to get you to sign up for a credit card and when you finally get into the arena, you look around and discover you’re surrounded by boring tall people.

He does have a very nice falsetto though.

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Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAI!! he told me he wants everyone to give him a big birthday kiss when they see him next :)