I've had personal blog block lately. I'm losing my me'ness. Ihaave nothing to talk of as I do nothing worth talking of. I work. & hang with the boy. & spend far too much time in my own head. I haven't enough friends in this part of the world ... in fact I have none- not the fabulous type you'd take out dancing & drinking vodka with anyhow. It sucks. I can't handle the pointlessness & frustration of only having the boy for entertainment. It means that I pin too much on him & expect him to make me a priority. Thats not to say I can't entertain myself. It's just nice to know you've got your girls, too. Blergh. It'll be worth it in the end, I'm sure. & by it, I think I might mean him. In other news... have been working on my other website that I'm just about ready to start marketing. I want to write another 20 articles before trying to generate any readership over there. Tis all, off to perv on Mr Big in Criminal Intent.

I can't believe I'm admitting this to the eworld, but I'm watching Celine Dion on Oprah. I miss my girlfriends. I need NZ friends to help me avoid moments like this! Lame lame lame lame.

ps: It just went to ad break, and I learnt what I have to look forward to over the hour- yes, thats right, she IS going to sing THAT song. Onya Celine.

I just did 2 hours of gym. Argh, stupid Kate. I did a Step class first, which was interesting, fab work out, but I'm unco so I was going the opposite direction to the rest of the class for the most part, but I think I'll get the hang of it. I then did a half hour of cardio before my personal training session (where my trainer worked my Abs then some more cardio). My trainer, she's this tiny little thing, she's so cute how she yells at me though. So now I'm ready to .. die. But must cook dinner first.

Did a big shop at Pak n Save last night. I heaps enjoy doing my groceries, even though it bothers the shit out of me. I mean, groceries stores, they attract all sorts, they have to, everyone needs groceries. Pak n Save is known for being the cheapest supermarket.. and so it's a bit of a shit fight when it's busy.

I am a fast shopper and I tend to walk at the speed I would on George St, Sydney, so if you get in the road or park your arse in the middle of the aisle while you ponder pasta brands, I'm gunna get a wee bit crazy. Anyways, I managed to get in and out relatively unscathed last night, only one minor incident - there was this woman, the size of a truck, like I mean she was wider than the trolley she was pushing (i'm not joking)... and she decided to stop and have a conversation about bread in the middle of some unrelated aisle. There was seriously a traffic jam backed up for like 50 metres about the stupid bitch but no one wanted to tell her to move the fuck out of the way because like, she'd squash you and she was like trailer trash scary. So we all stood patiently around her until she decided to move on. I really don't understand how people have such little awareness of their surroundings (or are aware and are just selfish).

In more pleasant news, I now have cupboards and fridge packed with lotsa yummy goodies :D But from now on I'll shop really early in the AM or like .. really late at night - avoid the crazies.

& also, just got a call- now have work for next week- data entry again but at least I won't have to watch The Jeremy Kyle Show all week.

I think that one of the biggest perks of living alone is that (1) I can eat my entire meatlovers thin & crispy without judgement & (2) eat my entire meatlovers thin & crispy without stealage from boyfriend. Plus Two for Tuesday @ Dominos means loadsa leftovers for lunch & stuff. Though, eating a ton of pizza does feel a touch stupid seeings as how hard I've worked at the gym this past 2 days. It's all about balance right ...

I'm not sure but tomorrow might be the last day at my curent temp job. I hate never knowing if I'm going to have work, and then when I get work not knowing how long it will last. Especially when I'm not just trying to make rent- I'm trying to save for England... & there's a time crunch. The boys brother is getting married in September and that sure as hell ain't gunna be waitin' on me to get my arse into gear. ANYWAYS. It's all good.

It's so cold here at the moment.... and it seems like even if it hasn't been raining there's puddles in the street. Thats probably from sleet or something over night, right? I know shit about the weather ... All I know is that in Oz you spend summer on the beach and (if you live in sydney) you carry an umbrella all winter, because the cold is bearable but when it rains it really fucking pours.

Aight. So this past week has been a bit of a failure fitness wise. I committed to 5 days a week and I think I made it three times. This week I'm readjusting the days I go so that it's a bit more realistic. Like, no gym on Fridays - I can barely manage to wake up for work as it is so going before work is out, and after work on Fridays is reserved for beer swilling. & Sundays. No gym on Sundays. Sunday is relax, drink coffee & be a nerd day (which is exactly what I commit to doing today, though feel slightly guilty as the weather is quite marvellous & really feel like should be kicking a soccer ball around or having a picnic). Anyways. So ... Gym plan for week 2 is as follows (because if I commit it to epaper its more likely to happen):

Monday: 1 hour cardio (min.)
Tuesday: 1 hour cardio (min.)
Wednesday: Spin Class
Thursday: P/T session (Resistance & Cardio)
Friday: RESSSSSSST
Saturday: 1 hour of something (see what trainer says) (min.)
Sunday: Rest & be proud of following weekly schedule (i will have, i will!)

Hows that for a nice 'ol boring post, I could delve further into some domestic boringness and outline what I plan to pick up on the grocery run tonight or explain why I've decided that Sunday arvo/night will be my weekly shopping time, but I shall spare the eworld and retreat back into nerdyness for a few more hours.

I do want to go to the gym. I do. But it's bucketing down. And the gym is at least a 15minute powerwalk away. & I will get completely & utterly drenched. It's not worth the cold. Is it? But damn I feel guilty! I told my trainer I'd go yesty as well (but knew full well I was not going to be able to keep up my commitment to gym it on a Friday, hello pub day). If it's not raining in the morning I'll go to the 10:30am spin class. I WILL.

In other news, Starbucks are looking for a full timer. I think I'll apply.. because it'll be more reliable & (hopefully) more fun than temping. Plus. It's across the road from my apartment, there's a fire place so its all cosy & warm & it smells of coffee alllllll day. I don't know if they'd hire me though, I have barely any hospo experience, & am not sure that just telling them how I'm fully awesome is going to cut it.

Oh & I got free stuff yesty: Fooeys CD from ZM (radio station) & last night I got free pizza & fudge brownies, cuz Dominoes took ages to deliver (problem with their online ordering or somethins) .. sweet as, ay? I know, my life is just full of excitement.

Another doozy from work today... while typing up a (13,700 word) document about angry kids, that was to be turned into a brochure, there was a suggestion that if children are angry it's best to get them to go off and do another activity to 'cool off'. One of the activities they suggested? Wood chopping. Yes, right, give the angry kid an axe.

Anyways, tis friday evening, off to the pub.

ps: why the eff is it only 5 degrees!!!? Bloody New Zealand.

The flatmate (who, by the way, has been demoted to 'girl next door' status, she's not interested in more then a 'hi' every now & then, aww) did it again. Off meat in the bin. What. the. fuck. Really, is this normal? Am I being anal? I mean, I understand that, being off, it needs to be thrown out... but who puts it in the kitchen trash bin and leaves it there for days? Why not walk 30 metres down the hall and pop it into the bin that gets emptied DAILY. Must admit, this meat debacle was less messy than the steak incident, it hadn't been there long enough to get stinky and she did manage to leave the plastic on this time so maybe I should just shut the eff up and be happy. Ha. Right.

& in other news... work! I'm temping at a charity welfare type office place. Really friendly bunch of people.. but i'm just there doing data entry and type-setting so it's kinda menial & boring. Things that have given me a wee chuckle include the following:

- the discovery of the word 'suicidality' in a brochure. Really? Suicidality?
- when entering a staff survey one comment was "Sometimes I wish I used my brain a bit more". I'm serious. Haha.

..but this one took the cake...

- "Apologies for the brown stain on the front page. A robin shat on it!" Lordy. Could've written that ON the front page so I didn't touch the robin shit. yeah THANKS ha.

But i'm not complaining. They've put me in my own office and I have a radio so all is well. I'm saving for England, god knows I need as many $$$ as poss... cuz the pounds conversion thing is gunna KICK my arse.