perhaps, just perhaps.... you are incredibly stupid... just perhaps

So a few days ago, I went to Borders to buy the school version of Jane Eyre. I went up to the counter to ask where I could find a copy, and this is the conversation that I had with the girl at the counter. I shall name her SBG.... stupid Borders girl.....

SBG: Hi, how can I help you?
Me: Hi, Just wondering where I could find a cpoy of Jane Eyre?
SBG: Sure, I'll just look that up for you, and how do you spelll Eyre, a-i-r?
Me: (you can imagine my facial expression....) eerhhhh no. E-y-r-e.....
SBG: okay so we have three copies, Revenge of the lost Dragon ect ect ect, and hey can all be located in the young adult fiction section...
Me: It's not BY jane Eyre... it's CALLED jane Eyre... you know? The CLASSIC?
SBG: Oh, no, sorry I clicked the wrong thing.... Who is it by?
Me: erh Charlotte Bronte!
SBG: (types in a new search.... does an awful lot of clicking...) Sorry, we've never stocked that book here, it's only in the US....
Me:....... you've NEVER stocked JANE EYRE?
SBG: no....
Me: are you sure?
SBG: yes, Sorry, perhaps you could try next door?
Me: thanks.....


I'm still in shock. SHOCK. I found another woman working there and she, honestly, stood there, laughing for 5 minutes. Shocked aswell. I'm sorry, no wait I'm not, HOW DID YOU GET A JOB AT BORDERS IF YOU DONT EVEN KNOW THE CLASSICS??! There is nothing I hate more than that. Ignorance and stupidity. I am still shocked. And to think, all this time I thought you had to know about books to work at borders. Turns out you don't.

Yarra River Action Alliance

Today on my usual run, I ran past a notice. This is what the Honeywell site looks like now,

and this is what it will soon look like,

and this is what it will look like once the development starts. Please try and help save the Yarra river from the development of the ‘Honeywell’ site, where developers are going to build 3 towers between 8 and 11 stories in height, with 586 apartments, 3 restaurants, cafes, a rooftop beer garden with bowling green, pontoon with marina and boat hire facilities, reaching all the way down to the river, that will destroy the wild life and the surrounding areas, causing irreversible damage, not to mention permanently ruining this tranquil and undisturbed area.

I know I know, I sound like the boring, crazy old hippy, standing, perhaps naked to draw attention, outside the local town hold, holding a flimsy cardboard sign, in hopes that it will save the environment. Seemingly a lost cause. However, by simply signing the petition at http://yarrariveractionalliance.com/, you can help to try and save this beautiful area from the extensive development of this eye sore in the heart of the Yarra. Sign it. Sign it now. or else..

16 and pregnant

Possibly the most entertaining show on MTV. 16 and pregnant documents the lives of the itty-bitty teen parents through out, and after their unplanned pregnancies. Most of them are the same, either fat and gross, with similar boy friends, or, no wait, thats it. However there was one couple. Now yes she was fat, well, is fat, but of all of these stooopid girls, she was the only one to give her baby up to adoption. All of the other couples decided to drop out of school, move out of home, buy a dog and a car seat and hey presto, everything is set. I can almost guarantee that every single couple who kept their poor little baby will not last. They were the oddest couple ever, tall and skinny and fat and pig like in appearance, however they are so prefect! I almost died. The tall skinny boy is soooo sweet, and cried and wrote a letter to his little daughter to read when she is older. die die die. Pig girl and skinny boys parents weren't happy. Probably because they married each other (pig girl's mom and skinny boy's ex prison inmate dad that is), despite the fact that their children are going out.... and have a baby....eww. Anyway, the new season is on, starting wednesday 9.30, called Teen moms, and if you fret that 9.30 is pushing it, record it. And if you dont have IQ, or foxtel.... well, ask me, and I'll recount it for you, nappy change by nappy change.

Here ye, HERE yeee

As the coooler months are rolling closer, I thought it was necessary to dedicate a post to the last time I was happy... back to a time when it wasn't sweltering, and my face was still attached to my head, and not in a murky puddle on the floor. Back to a magical, wonderful time, that goes by the name of Winter...

Back to a time where we Broke in sunnies for x-country,

or when we were just a tad excited

Back to a time when we were sleeeepy,

or took some hot as shots on the ski lifts,

Back to a time where we got up early to go icing, not catch a tram,

or ate 'food' at the ski ski lodge

Back to a time where we Par-Teed down, Hazza Pots style

or had mud fights, and caught stage 1 hypothermia,

Back to a time where bridie sucked,

and we bandaged our faces because we had nothing else to do...

Back to a time when, in order to eat dinner, you had to build the kitchen first,

or when lunch was eaten on soggy, thin sit mats, not in a courtyard

Back to a time when simply contemplating the entire ding dang universe was, simply enough... heheheh

Or when bad boyzz like this one, were our constant expressions

Back to a time when crawling through a 50m drain to cross the road, seemed like a safe thing to do

Or when Bridie looked like a gay terrorist... I guess that hasn't changed hehehehee

Back to a simpler time, a time when everything was so much colder, back to a place, that goes by the name of Winter...

I never thought of that

Ya' look like a moose with orthotics. Did anyone ever tell you that?

oy yoy yoy

garhhhhhhhhhh raaaaaaaaawww I have never been so tired. Ever. I am starting to feel like this little man, and I almost was on the tram...

This is me, you can find me on route 16, I'll be the one alseep, snoring..... because I'm saaa tired, it's insane.

You're all mine, and no one elses

Today I read a little blog, written by a little person. She didn't write much, but it touched me very so. Back to English class- writing becomes more than simply words on a page at a certain point, it becomes engaging, and evokes emotions. By being able to relate with and share a common idea or experience with the reader makes the words more powerful. When I read her post, it took me back, back to my year away. Words are powerful, and we sometimes need reminding that they can be very influential and sometimes even destructive. They are also addictive and possibly even contagious. Choose them wisely or do not choose them at all.

Orrh hell nooo (pronounced with a strong american you-know-the-type-i'm-talking-bout-accent)

It's official. My dad has named his new puppy after a hooker. Tisha. Short for LA-tisha. Latisha. Latisha the puppy.

"OOOoooohh! What a cute puppy! What's her name?" Said Bernard, patting the excited puppy as she jumped up onto his leg.

"Litesha... Like the hooker." said Sam

"Oh, what a, arrh, beautiful, urrmm, name... sort of.. hmmm.. urhhh gurgle gurgle." Gurgled Bernard.

Latisha like a female body builder who pops steroids. Latisha like the 6th member of the jackson 5. Did you know, that the name Latisha was most popular in the late 70's and early 80's as you can see from this handy chart and originated from America.

Now if you just direct your attention to this next chart..

This chart shows the popularity of 'Latisha' outside of the U.S of A...

You can't argue with charts. Can you?

Thanks for telling me the truth

Year sivns. Dam you. Dam you for wasting the paper and sucking up valuable air while in the dark room, in other words, for the younger generation "Cramping ma style". The photo was taken out of the gloss chemical too quickly, and therfore ruined by the water. This also happens to be my photo for the GSV competition. Maybe. Perhaps. I've yet to decide.

It's all mine. And no, you cannot have any.

This may just be the comfy-ist bed of all time and it may infact be the most amazing-ist bedroom of all time and this room may just make me want to die die dieeee. Then again, where would I get a conical shaped room from? This picture is making me feel dreamy just looking at it...

As hard as I try

And yes, I am too lazy to type.. school. eat. sleep. and photography.. that is all I have time for... maybe not even sleep come to think of it..