Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.

/ Lisa / 3 Comments

I have finally gained the confidence to not wear board shorts while swimming.

I still have the bright white thunder thighs, but I no longer feel the need to cover them. (I apologise for that very horrible mental image you are now experiencing).

I do have board shorts, but you see, they don’t fit me right currently, so it’s easier not to wear them. I thought the first time I went without them, the world would explode, but it didn’t.

Now I don’t see any reason to wear them. Who cares if someone sees my bright white thunder thighs? I don’t care that I have them, nobody else should either.

I think I can finally say, that I am comfortable in my body. I have never been comfortable in it before, but now I am. I don’t really know when things changed, but they have.

I am no longer ashamed to walk around in public with minimal clothes on. I just don’t give a shit. I’m comfortable and that is all that matters, right?

I’m proud to have big boobs and to flaunt them. They are what I was given. Of course I still dress within reason, but why shouldn’t I perk them up a bit and wear a low cut top or dress when it is extremely hot outside?

That was kind of my long winded way of saying today was hot and I went for a swim.

MASTER OF THE WRITTEN RANT, I TELLS YA!

Yeah, and that was pretty much my ENTIRE day. Everything else is rather inconsequential and I really can’t think of any way to make it exciting.

Except…

FOURtv launched today. They’re going to be playing Sesame St! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.

Anyway, I am heading to be early. Yes, midnight is early for me, considering I usually go to sleep at two. I am going to sleep early, because I feel I need to get up tomorrow as I have work to do!

EXCITE.

I start writing for Oh, the scandal! So I want to get a jump on the day and get writing. Shall be fun!

I am my Father’s bitch.

/ Lisa / 5 Comments
It was so uncomfortably hot. And not just temperature hot, but high humidity hot, so it was also ridiculously uncomfortable.
I couldn’t even work in my room, it was that hot.
I moved out to the breakfast bar and did work down there. Work being the fairly loose term. Basically I was doing cover letters for job applications. That is my full-time job currently. I could still feel the sweat sliding down my back though.
EW.
But in working down in the kitchen, I have to endure Father. He was trying to convince me to put advertising on my blogs. I am unsure about this. I don’t do these blogs to make money, I do them for fun and ultimately “shits and giggles”.
I also don’t think I have enough traffic coming here for it to be worth-while. Sure, I get some, you guys that religiously read the events of my mundane life are awesome. But to actually make good money from advertising on your blog? You need high numbers of traffic, like more than 100 hits a day. Just to pick a random number off the top of my head, which is actually not backed up with any scientific proof.
It’s just not something I think I even want on my blog. But Father seems to think I am sitting on a gold mine.
So what do you guys think? To advertise or not? Will it ruin the look of my blog? Will it seem like I’m selling out? Comment or tweet me.
However, I do have to say Father is a pretty quick thinker and he usually has pretty good ideas.
Example 1: Conversation with Father today.
Father: “Dr Rapley swings into action!”
Me: “So, what? That makes me nurse?”
Father: “No, that makes you my bitch.”
:O
When did Father learn that term!? Obviously, he is learning how to use more than just Facebook. Hmm.
Another development today. Man Piece and I now have our own hashtag – #splathro.
Apparently we’re going to be having lots of little #splathros.
:-/
*runs and hides*
Oh, and cold shower’s rule!

My keyboard will be pried from my cold dead hands.

/ Lisa

I woke up ridiculously early this morning.

And by ridiculously early, I mean 8.30. Now, to you this may not seem that early, in fact it’s down right reasonable, but for me, it means that I’ve only had about five hours sleep.

Can I get an IV of Red Bull? Thanks.

I didn’t actually need the Red Bull. I refused to get out of bed and ended up falling asleep again. It was a rather restless sleep, but it was a few more hours of whatever my body currently classifies as sleep (it being that fake kind, where you don’t actually feel rested, at all.)

Yeah… fake sleep.

YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST.

What finally got me out of bed was a phone call. I am now *drum roll* a contributor to Oh, The Scandal! I start Monday.

Now, it is an unpaid writing gig, but I’m seeing it as an opportunity to be writing every day, building up my portfolio and having something else that I can add to my CV.

This is me keeping the momentum going.

If you remember, I blogged last week how I felt I was losing the momentum I had gained while working in community papers.

And I had. But hopefully, now that I have this, it will keep me going till I find that job. I will most likely try and juggle both, when that day comes.

So after that excitement, I had a fairly lazy day. Just ended up watching day-time TEEVEE with Mother.

Nothing else really of consequence to mention except for:

MAN PIECE IS ARRIVING BACK IN THE COUNTRY AS I TYPE THIS.

And…

I started another new blog.

I’m starting to become one of those out-of-control-bloggers.

Anyway, it is about politics. I will basically be following the New Zealand general election and writing my thoughts on the events of each day or week and maybe even doing a few specialty pieces about the state of things in New Zealand. Or the controversial issues that will be at the forefront of this election year.

I may even do “A day in parliament” posts, as I will be heading to Wellington in eight days and need to find things to occupy me while Man Piece is off being a work dork.

If you think I need my laptop confiscated, you will have to pry it from by cold dead hands!

I hate bugs, buggy bug bugs. *shudder*

/ Lisa

Bugs. I hate bugs. They’re creepy and crawly and like to bite you and generally fuck you off.

It has been rather hot and humid at night this week and I have been leaving my windows open to allow a bit of air flow through my room.

BIGGEST MISTAKE EVER.

I had bugs buzzing in my ears, crawling on me and just generally trying to eat me. *shudder* I was actually too scared to sleep. Ended up turning my light on, which actually helped. The idea was they would be attracted to the light and leave me alone.

I was partly right. Whenever I seemed to turn off the light to try and sleep, bugs would come at me. One actually dive-bombed me.

SERIOUSLY.

I had my jandal at the ready though and squished that bugger. Then scrapped it off my jandal and put it in the bin. Good riddance.

However, the thing with bugs (particularly when you throw them across the room in a fit of panic when you feel them crawling on you), they tend to come at you again at a later point in time.

I had just gotten out of the shower and was drying myself (yes TMI, go with it), when I discovered the bug I had thrown across my room in the middle of the night had, in fact, landed on my towel and had been chillin’ there while I dried myself.

<insert stream of loud profanities>

I managed to shake it off my towel and smooshed it with a shampoo bottle. I’m so kind to creatures aren’t I?

But seriously, it was this big, black, long, crustacean looking bug. It actually went crunch. Oh, and did I mention the pincers?

IT HAD PINCERS.

I have no idea what it was, but we seem to be getting them a lot around here this summer. I’m going to believe that they are a form of beetle (just to ease my mind. I really don’t want to know what they are, because I keep finding them on me in the middle of the night, when my windows are open)

*SHUDDER*

Anyway… enough about bugs. Events of the day included being told by the Doctor I am, in fact, still crazy; two job rejections; one phone call for a possibly unpaid writing gig and finding a whole heap of jobs to apply for in Wellington. Of which I have applied for a total of one.

I was also motivated into writing a bit about politics after watching the news, so I think there will be a politics blog coming very soon. I have all the ideas of things to do and feel I don’t have enough time to do them.

I will do them though, because they’re all awesome ideas and well, I am awesome (I’m not biased, people have told me this. Totes legit.)

< Insert really awesome witty heading here. >

/ Lisa

Once again, I haven’t done much with my day. I’m starting to wonder whether anyone actually cares. Of course no one cares. I’m writing about myself. That’s the most boring thing of all.

Either way I am going to continue writing these inconsequential posts, because it means that I am writing something every day. Even if it is just bollocks.

Although today, I got thinking. John Key announced the general election is to be on November 26 this year. I’m actually kind of excited. I’m a politics nerd. I can only hope that I can get into a newsroom before then. The chances are high, it being 10 months away and all.

However, the point I am trying to make is, that @Harfish suggested I begin a politics blog. He said I should call it “The Apathetic Journalist’s Election Coverage”. But me being me, I need to tweak it a bit and thought of calling it: “The Apathetic Journalist’s Guide to the Election”.

It could be really cheeky and smarmy. I could even do some posts like “A Day in Parliament”, because I’m going to be spending a bit of time in Wellington this year because of Man Piece.

It would keep me writing and be about a topic that I have a passion for and knowledge of. Seems like a done deal actually. Guess I just have to create it. But if anyone has any other ideas (as I am still in the planning stages) let me know, either in the comments below or via twitter.

Well that was a bit of a detour.

I managed to kind of clean the other half of my room. The half that wasn’t really messy, just had a lot of stuff piled on top of each other. But in doing that, I decided to put some handbags on TradeMe to get rid of them, because I never use them anymore. Plus, it gets me a bit of extra cash, which I’m kind of lacking lately. <insert angry rant about being unemployed, again>

Oh, and what a perfect segueway into my next angry rant – another job rejection. It comes from a fairly large paper. Not going to name which. Its’ rejections now number three. Doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying with it, because it is not the winning rejector. Another fairly large paper is winning with five.

KEEP TRYING, YOU’RE GETTING THERE.

Anyway, Mother had eye surgery again today, so Father and I went up to see her after he got home from work. She seems alright, was a bit dopey, but we don’t know how the surgery when yet. Should find out tomorrow when she comes home.

Then I decided to get Hells for dinner, because by the time we got home it was almost 8pm. Father had bowling,  so I got it delivered. The delivery dude totally judged me.

F U BUDDY.

It was one of those, looks you up and down and doesn’t say anything silent judging, where you just know they are doing it.

I do have to admit I was paying close attention to him, because I was kind of checking him out. I tend to do that ever since I first saw that episode of Gilmore Girls when it’s Rory’s first night at college. They get a whole heap of food delivered to her dorm room and they have various criteria they need to rate on each of the chosen take-aways. One of the criteria that is rated is the hotness of the delivery guy.

IT’S A LEGITIMATE SYSTEM.

Moving along…

Didn’t do any job applications today. I think I overdosed yesterday. Will do more tomorrow, as I have nothing planned in the evening (not that I ever have anything planned in the evenings) but tonight just kind of got away on me by doing other stuff.

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