This blog needs a new look.

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A couple of things. Blogs are vastly more interesting when they are vaguely interactive, so Comment please on a regular basis!

I have 39 blogs on my bloglines reader – some I should probably get rid of. It decides upon occasion to not work on certain individuals, hence why I have not read yours Katie in ages. I decided to check it and woah there was stuff there. Sorry about that. Monday for catching up should be good (if it suits Jo?).

Sam, can you please give me Jess V’s blog address again, I have misplaced it (and has she changed from msn spaces yet?).

Spent all afternoon driving around unfamiliar suburbs. Footscray, Brunswick etc. Dad was taking me for practice and to car hunt. A couple of possibilities that weren’t. I want a corolla, I’ve got this funny mindset that wont budge too much – it could become problematic when it comes to crunch time.

Nearly managed to wrangle a deal (or Dad did) over a Nissan Pulsar (Red for those who like to know the colour) but they wouldn’t quite do what we wanted so I did the whole ‘nup’. Stubborn me, salesmen unlikely to ever push me over, or dad really because he was the one doing most of the talking. The previous one that we looked at was an easy no-go, besides, who would buy a car off a guy named Shady!

So… it’s a continual hunt for an automatic with power steering for not much more than $2,000. I really don’t want to get a once owned by a smoker’s car, but that sadly seems highly impossible. Ah well. Until then I’ll just borrow Laura’s car or something. She’ll be forever getting her P’s.

I dropped myself off at Sam’s house on the way down and relinquished the keys back to Dad. Got to meet AndyJ (who turned out to be related to Sam oddly enough). He was very quiet. Reminds me a little of Mish, just facially or something.

more potentially later, as most of these blogs lately have just been about the doings. Actually yes, more later because I have something I want to think outloud about. FEEDBACK is always good.

Lovely euphoria of sleepiness but aware of stupidity of allowing myself online. I should just be in bed.

Eight hour shifts aren’t so wonderful. Okay in themselves, just very long. Dave was beautifully kind to drop in to say hello and bring me ginger beer. Thanks Dave!

McDonalds – when the odd fancy takes me to buy the stuff, declares itself to make quality food. Can you say ‘be adventurous’ and McDonalds in the same sentence? I was like, ‘Hey, why not. I’ll get a fillet of fish burger simply because I haven’t ever bothered before’. It tasted like cardboard. I even had them put lettuce on it. I wont be bothering again.

I love customers who say, “I really appreciate it…” etc/similar AND mean it! (Oh you can tell how genuine someone is being, believe me).

Someone called me Bec on the phone today (at work) when I used Rebecca. How disconcerting.

There was a lady in today. Looking for a poem to read at a funeral (husband). Jess was dealing with her, but I ended up serving her. Not really the kind of person you say, “Have a nice day” to. She was so close to crying. I felt rather bad doing the whole, “That’s $19.95″ thing”. Jess filled in the blank for me with a, “Take care.” so I now have a new phrase… *hohum face* not something I would really ever say I don’t think, but suitable, I was glad for it. She bought a book called Funeral Poems which was exceedingly depressing, they shouldn’t sell books like that.

The other strange book of the day was one called Wood it costs almost $90 and is no bigger than a novel. Hardback yes, but ridiculously over priced. I was stickering and found it, a special order. Special fool. I suppose if you are enthused about dead trees.

Now for sleep. Or more of a book I bought the other day (it being cheap) “Search for a Proverbs 31 Man”. Laugh away. It’s quite interesting and life insightful. Written for all varieties, male, female, single, married etc.

Bed! Here I come!

Well Laura can be pleased I didn’t crash her car. She drove to a work meeting (and Dad got me to tag along to drive back – which is good because more practice is probably a good thing). Wow being in a car with a learner is an… interesting experience.

Her car is alright. Nice steering and all that. I don’t really want a Pintara but hey – she’s the lucky duck who owns a car.

I shall be (nearly wrote ducking out, but the duck thing’s getting real old and it’s not a me’ism) going to Koorong tonight. To use up a Christmas voucher under the pretence of more driving practice etc… (101 ways to coerce fathers in doing what you want) I shall of course probably spend more money than what the piece of paper limits me to. It’s the kind of shop that lets you do that far too easily. So annoyingly expensive, and too many interesting books, (That saying, the voucher will probably go to music).

Work was full of oldies, oldies and mums buying Thomas the Tank books (only $2.95!) for their bored toddlers. I felt a tad strange again (as in sick strange) but grabbed water and my break before any repeat of last week happened. I’m working again tomorrow – starting at a far more reasonable hour, which means that I shall miss all the school kiddies and their jam like packaging into the bus which ususally makes good time. I was nearly late when I should’ve been early.

Emily is down at the blood bank donating, wow get this: blood! Funny really, because she’s the cringy one about raw meat and the like, (OK can’t say I don’t have my moments) but I’m not really brave enough to do so even though it would be helping someone.

I always (through) school considered myself exempt with a legimate excuse. I’ve had Malaria at least three times significantly and probably multiple other times to a lesser extent. On top of that, suspected Hepatitis (whatever kind you get from food). Laura definitely had that as she went all yellow. Em and I were sick around the same time, but not quite like what L got. Ah yes, that was an interesting holiday (Brisbane) -I distinctly recall throwing up in the carpark of Pizza Hut. All such diseases and maladys should be an authentic reason NOT to give blood.

Emily has had Malaria, far more times than I ever got it. Blame the inability of chlorquine – horrible stuff, whoever discovered artimether is an absolute genius, even if you can’t exactly get it across the counter legally. She had the same suspect Hep as me. And yet still she willingly goes down there.

Simple: I suck. I’m a coward.
She’s brave. I don’t envy her in the slightest, though it does make me a bit ashamed.

hmm… I never signed up for the organ donor thing either, (Or was that a ‘no, I wont do that’ after reading just a little too much Grisham :\)

Something that was very helpful about the Delirious concert was the thing in me that remembered how much I like unsubtle God lyrics.

I’m a bit sick of God songs that can double as human/human love songs.

I was glancing back through the past lot of blogs and was half surprised at how little I’ve mentioned God over the past while. Which could be a reflection of where things are at – although I don’t think so because I know my mind and a lot of it does not make it into words. It is more like I’ve reverted to subtlety. Bah-Boom – not so good.

Raw, tangible something far more intergrated into my speech and life – where is it? It’s funny, I think God can dwell in our heads very easily, which just screams of easy/selfish whatevers and squashes Him into far less than what he is.

If you love someone or have something very important you talk about all the time, you think about it you live for it. Somethings getting a bit in the way of the thought to talk process. Hmm.