Janelle's Reality

Isn't it ironic...?

2008-05-15T13:34:00.007+10:00

I got home from work last night to find some mail waiting for me on the kitchen bench. So I opened the envelope but cursed when I received a big fat paper cut on my right thumb in doing so. And here's the ironic bit...the letter was from my bank in relation to injury protection insurance. I wonder...do they sharpen the paper on their envelopes as part of their sale strategy?

The truth hurts...

2007-12-04T13:42:00.000+11:00

Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.

Suprisingly accurate quiz result...

Almost a bachelor...of business

2007-11-01T14:25:00.000+11:00

Hey there Computer Peeps. As of today I've finished uni and am set to graduate. I had my last exam of four this morning. It has been intense but I've made it through. Woohoo! Party time!

Starved for affection...

2007-09-18T12:41:00.000+10:00

It's getting kind of boring around here but for those that are still checking in on Janelle's Reality every now and then...allow me to update you on my Man-fast. I haven't kissed anyone since my last post!!!!!!!! I never thought I'd be excited to say such a thing but it's true and I'm just as surprised as you are. I thought that either A) I wouldn't be able to resist temptation or B) I'd just go completely insane. But it turns out that I can and I haven't.

Ok, I'll admit there have been several close calls where I've had to get myself out of some "situations" but the important thing to focus on here is that it's been three weeks and I (technically) have not been involved in any unnecessary physical contact with a member of the opposite sex. I rock!

The Man-fast...

2007-08-26T17:34:00.001+10:00

Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing...

I'm hitting the bench.

Fierce competition...

2007-07-30T16:33:00.000+10:00

I struck an untapped resource this weekend and all I can say is...you better watch out guys, the next generation are putting you to shame! I've never considered dating someone younger than me and I still probably wouldn't go there but I thoroughly enjoyed my interaction with the 19 year old I met on Saturday night. I haven't been chatted up that well in aaaaages, I was surprised and impressed, which unfortunately doesn't happen very often anymore. And it wasn't just this particular guy that had a unique talent, Steph agreed from the conversation she had with his slightly older friend that our normal target age group of men are just getting damn lazy in comparison. Don't worry I'm not gonna go getting myself a toy boy now or anything...I'm just disappointed that guys more my age can't be as...charming and irresistable. It's time for the old dogs to get some new tricks!

How embarrassment!

2007-07-24T12:40:00.000+10:00

QUESTION: What's the best way to get over an embarrassing situation?

ANSWER: Tell as many people as you can, let them laugh at you for their own personal enjoyment and embrace the reality that you're not perfect. So here goes...

I'm at Essendon train station waiting for my train to uni. I've been running late but I've managed to make it there from my house in 6 minutes (my new PB). The train pulls up to the platform, I move towards the door, I slide it open, I step forward and my shoe slips off. "Oh dear" I think to myself "That's awkward" and I turn around expecting to find my shoe still outside the train but alas! It is not. So where is my shoe? I cast my eyes downward and there it lies on the train tracks between the train and the platform. I have no choice but to disboard the train, limp up to the ticket booth and ask the station people to retrieve my shoe.

So I walked the length of the platform with my head held high disregarding the train full of people and the crowd of highschool students watching me walk around with only one shoe on. When I got to the booth the lady looked at me a bit funny after asking her politely if she could get my shoe off the train tracks but all's well that ends well. I got my shoe back and went on my way. Personally, I don't think I could've handled the situation any better...

Bits and pieces...

2007-06-19T13:49:00.000+10:00

Once again it has been a long time between drinks for us here in Janelle's Reality...but allow me to update you on recent events:

I finished uni for the semester including my exams. For two weeks I studied hard, snuck in a few extra curricular activities on the side (a girl's gotta have a life) and generally just kicked butt on everything. Only one more semester to go now!
After that I had a little break from uni, work and all things time consuming to just kick back and relax. I also used this time to catch up with a few people who I hadn't seen for awhile and rekindle the passion that once was.
Now I am back at work full time and might I say, it's good to be back. I feel like I've finally got my life back. Yeah, I have to spend the entire day at my desk but it's not like it's bright and sunny outside and I'm missing out on some major frolicking (word of the week). And I'd rather be doing stuff resulting in some sense of achievement then sitting at home in my PJs with Oprah.
Shivalry isn't dead! I was on the train this morning and a guy offered up his seat up to a young lady standing in the ailse. Kudos to you, knight in shining armor. I'm still waiting for the day that a gentleman throws his coat down over a puddle for me.
I know, you're thinking "Hurry up, get to the good stuff" but I can't really talk about my love life right now...there are eyes everywhere nowadays. However, if you have any burning questions deep in your loins feel free to leave me a comment and I'll get back to you in much detail.

10 REASONS WHY...

2007-04-29T15:15:00.000+10:00

FINDING A MAN IS LIKE SHOPPING FOR THE PERFECT TOP

It looks great on the rack, but once you get it to the changeroom and try it on, it doesn't look as good as you thought. (You prefer to just look at it on the hanger)
Wandering around on your lunch break you see something that looks hot but can't afford it right now. To your disappointment you return later to find it's unavailable.
You buy it, take it home, wear it around for awhile but quickly get over it when you discover it has many flaws.
It looks great but they don't have it in your size. You make a few calls, find one over the other side of town then question whether it's worth the trouble.
It's totally your style but the colour just doesn't suit you.
You fall in love with it but it doesn't really fit that well. You get it anyway figuring with a few accessories you could probably pull it off.
You buy it but by the time you get home it doesn't excite you anymore. It hangs at the back of your wardrobe for when you have nothing better to wear.
It's not really your thing but the "sales assistant" convinced you it was a great buy. You never cut the tag off and end up returning it to get your money back.
Your mum picks one out for you and has it laid out on your bed when you get home. Unfortunately, her taste leaves much to be desired. You find it utterly repulsive and dump it at the nearest Brotherhood bin.
After hours of shopping you finally spot a hot one in the window of a store you wouldn't normally go into, just waiting for you to walk past. When you put it on it fits perfectly and makes you feel beautiful. (Awww, vomit. Hehehe.)

I love the night life...

2007-04-17T18:59:00.000+10:00

It was Saturday night. I was jumping on my bed, dancing in my underwear to Powderfinger's (Baby I've Got You) On My Mind when my phone rang. It was my very best friend Stephanie. She had just finished up a day at work. "How was it?" I asked. "Yeah, ok." she replied and we joked about annoying customers. "So..." I said, getting down to business, "What do you wanna do tonight?" After a quick analysis we concluded that we both had some energy to burn, no pressing engagements to prevent post night out recovery and the weather was looking pretty good considering how cold it had been lately. The answer became blatantly obvious...time to head into the city. I immediately got dressed, threw some stuff for an overnight stay into the car and headed over to Steph's to group for departure.

I love going out. The music, the lights, the dancing, the drinks, the seductive little stares, the flirtatious, witty banter, the random pashing. It's all part of an atmosphere that you can't find anywhere else. Add to that the fun of getting all dolled up and the hilarious conversations on the way home in the car and you have the most fun you're gonna have in your entire life.

Above is Saturday night's example of our newly developed ritual: pre-night out team photo. These shots are primarily so later on we can look back at them and say, "Look at us there. We had no idea what was about to happen that night." Sometimes we take a quick pic when we get home too for our own "Before" and "After" amusement. I won't be publishing any of those on here though. They're generally not a good look. Hehehe.

There's gotta be more to life...

2007-03-29T11:39:00.000+10:00

There is a new post here!!!!! Woohooooooo! Sorry it's been so long blog-lovers. I have been busy adjusting to my new life which consists of various levels of uni, work and social activities. For awhile there I was feeling a bit confused. First adjusting back to uni where lectures, tutorials, assignments and expensive text books are constantly hanging over your head and then combining that with being at work two days a week and having it be near impossible to get anything done...I was overwhelmed. Especially when you mix in going out and catching up with friends during every period of time I have left over. So now my life has become all about time management, planning ahead, using the calendar function in my phone so I know where I am supposed to be and with whom and what assessment is due in. Needless to say, I am not enjoying myself. At the beginning of this year I was excited about getting back to uni having had enough of working full time...it was time for a change of scene. I was hoping to savour my final year of what I thought was to be full of sleep ins, late nights and chilling out. Well, no. That isn't what this is like at all. I don't have time to scratch myself! And I like to scratch myself, figuratively speaking. So now I'm looking forward to getting this year over and done with so that I can get back to my real life! Nothing is being savoured!

Thought for the Friday Day!

2007-03-09T13:32:00.000+11:00

Hello loyal blog readers with varying degrees of mental capacity. It is I...you're number one source of entertainment and intrigue...returning to post for your personal voyeuristic pleasure.

Now I pause, tempted to blog about all the things that have massively sucked in the last couple weeks...but no...I refuse to become a victim of pessimism...I pause again...this time taking a moment to cherish the things in life that are filled with joy and happiness and perhaps yet to be experienced. After this moment of deep thought I take to the keyboard with only one thing to say..."Sometimes doing nothing is a strategy. Don't worry about the future. It will unfold and all will be revealed."

What is it with Valentine's Day..?

2007-02-14T13:56:00.000+11:00

Today we ask the question...what is it with Valentine's Day?

I looked up the history of V Day on the net and found that no one actually knows who the heck St. Valentine was. He's either A) a priest who performed secret marriages for young lovers when the evil emperor decided that single men made better soldiers and outlawed marriage, B) a guy who helped release tortured prisoners from jail or C) a guy who while in prison fell in love with the jailor's daughter and sent her a letter before his death, signing it "From your Valentine". Some even believe that all three were the same person.

So anyway, when this Valentine's Day Festival started happening it was originally a festival of fertility and some pretty weird crap went down. Priests would sacrifice a goat, for fertility and all the young men would slice up the goat's hide into strips, dip them in the sacrificial blood and take to the streets, gently slapping both women and fields of crops with the goathide. What the heck? If someone slapped me with a piece of bloody goat butt I wouldn't find that romantic at all...call me crazy. After all the slapping occured, later in the day, all the ladies would put their names into a big urn and they'd have a round of pairing up the "bachelors" and their "chosen women", which would often end in marriage. You'd want to be feeling lucky that day.

And that's the story kids...somehow from there the goathide slapping was replaced with greeting cards and bouquets of flowers. It is a strange world that we live in.

So if you're feeling a little low today cos you didn't receive a text from that guy or your boyfriend didn't get you a nice bunch of roses, just sit back and appreciate that you weren't slapped with a piece of goathide this morning on the way to work.

In commemoration of Harley J Thomas...

2007-02-10T17:02:00.000+11:00

It is a sad week at JTP as we farewell Harley J Thomas, the longest serving member of the "Veggie Patch". Harley leaves us to embark on a journey that most of us can only hope to have the opportunity to experience. Yes, he will be sincerely missed and his absence will felt deeply by us all.

Harley J was not just a work colleague...he was a friend. Harls was always there for me whenever I had system errors with my PC. He audited my super funds with such unbridled enthusiasm and showed me what it means to be a moral citizen...encouraging me to take the first steps towards rehabilitation regarding my water wasting addiction.

A passionate debater, the trivia king, an all round nice guy.

P.S Aaron Jennings is cool.

Random blah blah...

2007-01-18T14:01:00.000+11:00

Ok, so here is just some random blah blah from me.

1) Went out to dinner with my gal pals on Monday night. The waiter at the cafe we went to was HOT! And not just "Oh yeah, he's really good looking" hot. More like "He's so hot I can't peel my eyeballs away." I think I enjoyed the scenery more than Steph and Mel did. Or at least they didn't go on and on about his hotness. But I couldn't help it. He was a babe! Dark blonde hair, rugged manly muscular physique, nice and tall, dreamy blue eyes. I was overwhelmed with attraction. It resulted in one liners like this for the duration of the evening:

Mel: Let's have a photo.

Steph: Who's gonna take it?

Mel: We'll just grab the waiter.

ME: I'd like to grab the waiter. Hahaha.

2) Tuesday night was the extreme heat policy night with the blackout. Originally I was meant to be going to the Australian Open with work but that idea was scratched and I changed my clothes anyway for comfort purposes and headed to the station to catch my train in my mini skirt. The first train was cancelled and so was the one after it and then the one after that was delayed. When I finally got a train it was packed to the max but I squished my way on anyway. As I was slowly moving through the crowd I was up mini butt grabbed. Yes, that's right. At first I thought perhaps it was an accident. But no, it was definitely a grab. I turned around not being able to clearly identify the culprit but finding a group of young boys doing the "act natural" look. I didn't say anything, seeing as I'm non-confrontational and I actually found it to be quite amusing. I hope he enjoyed himself. And let's face it, had I not been wearing a mini skirt, it probably wouldn't have happened.

3) I'm 21 on Saturday!!!!!!!!!!!! Triumph!!!!! Finally I am going to be...as my parents say...a "real adult". Even though you're supposed to be an adult at 18 my parents intelligently decided that no, that is not the case cos you're still eight-TEEN ie. still a teenager. Same goes for 19. When I got to 20, I thought HA! Got rid of the teen on the end of my age so now i am an adult! But they said "No, you're not a "real adult". You're just at that in between age where you're not really a teenager but not really an adult. You'll be an adult when you're 21." Grrrr. So on Saturday...No more excuses Mum and Dad...I'll finally be a "real adult". Which is stupid cos nothing much will have changed between now and then. But, whatever.

Nellie is back!!!

2007-01-03T13:27:00.000+11:00

Happy New Year blog readers! I realised today that my blog is officially a year old and I thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts with me over 2006. Last year didn't really end well for me and I've avoided my blog for the last couple of weeks. Yesterday, I drafted a post explaining the entire story to update you all but it was more of a venting exercise so I've decided for now to keep that to myself. Besides, it's a new year and there's lots to look forward to in 2007. On Friday I head off to lead on ESA summer junior camp for a week in Marysville. I'm looking forward to it heaps. I remember it was this time last year that I was about to head off to my first ESA camp and I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. It was an amazing experience, very rewarding, lots of fun and it's where I met Carris. I can't believe last year at this time I didn't even know her. She's such an awesome chick, a great friend and I love her to death. Carris lives in Wodonga so we keep in touch by email and our blogs of course. I'm extremely excited about hanging out with her for a week.

After I return from camp, a week later it's my 21st birthday. Woohoo! I haven't really been that excited about my birthday really, other stuff on my mind. The plans for my party have taken a back seat for a while now but I'm sure it will come together. So look out for your invitation in the mail soon. The party won't be till February.

Speaking of February, by the end of that month I'll have finished up working full time at JTP to commence my final year of uni. Yay! I'm looking forward to going back to uni life and finishing my course. I'll still be part time at the firm doing a day or two a week but I'll be trading up early mornings and less holidays for homework and exams.

So, that's what's on for 2007 at the moment. Who knows what else will happen in my reality. Guess you'll have to keep an eye out.

My new leaf...

2006-12-13T13:32:00.000+11:00

This week I had a client meeting at 9am on Monday morning so I had to get up at 6:30am (like I'm supposed to) to ensure that I was at work on time (8:45am) ready for the meeting. See, usually my alarm goes off at 6:30am, I hit the snooze button once...then again...and again...until it's about 7am. It's a real battle for me to get up in the mornings. It takes me the full half hour to talk myself into it. "Ok Janelle, you're about to get up...in three...one, two, three...nah, just five more minutes." When I have eventually gotten out of bed and spent way too long in the shower I usually leave my house around quarter past 8. This is no where near enough time to get to work by 8:45am so I usually rock up somewhere between 9 and quarter past 9. I wasn't always doing that. I used to be on time every day, sometimes even early but in the last few months I've begun to run out of steam and started to become later and later every day.

Anyway, this Monday morning I made it to work by 8:30am and felt quite good about my achievement. (I rewarded myself for my fantastic effort with a Macca's hash brown.) I didn't have to walk from the train station at a pace where I felt like my legs might fall off or try and sneak into my cubicle undetected. I walked into the office, had a leisurely chat with a few people, checked some emails, prepared for my meeting and it was nice to not feel so rushed for once. So, I am now turning over a new leaf. Trying to get to work on time. I'll admit, this is no easy task for me, I am late everywhere I go, it's genetic. But so far, it's been going well.

Take today for example. I don't run to catch the train. If it's gonna go, it can go. I would rather be late than have to run. But, in accordance with my new leaf, I made an exception and gave it my best shot. Still half asleep and wearing heels, I ran my little heart out. I made it too. Just in time. The doors were closing and making that beep beep beep noise as I jumped on the train. Excellent timing! As a result, I was only five minutes late for work instead of 25. Yep, I'm just taking it a day at a time.

The Controversial Zone II

2006-12-08T13:29:00.000+11:00

Yesterday morning as I was on my way into work , there happened to be two young men coming towards me. I had almost reached the office building when one of the men, too busy blatantly staring at me and grinning, tripped over the front step. As I passed by them the other young man said to me with a smile, "Excuse my friend, he has trouble walking around pretty girls." I smiled back and continued into the building. By the time I got to the lifts I couldn't help but giggle as I replayed the incident over in my head. Good times, good times.

The other day I was telling my dearest and favourite brother, Pauly about another incident that occurred a couple of weeks ago. I was driving down Mount Alexander Road when I noticed two teenage boys approaching a pedestrian crossing. I stopped to let them walk across, they hesistated so I gave them a little wave to let them know I wasn't gonna run them over. As they crossed one of them smiled and continually waved at me with his friend pulling at his sleeve until he had reached the other side. I just shook my head and laughed. When I told this story to Paul, he asked me when I was going to stop enjoying attention from the opposite sex. Come on, that is one of THE most ridiculous questions I've ever heard. The answer is NEVER. I made some comment about it being flattering and Paul said it shouldn't be flattering because they don't know me at all, they are just reacting to my appearance. Well, duh! That's the point. He also said something about how it's the same when someone trys to pick you up in a bar; they don't know you, they're just going by your looks. I don't think that's unreasonable though. Let's face it, your appearance is what always initially attracts a person. I'm not saying beauty is everything, I mean, you're gonna need more than a pretty face to sustain someone's attention. And everyone has their different idea of what beauty is anyway. But you can't get to know someone if you don't talk to them and you're not going to approach someone who you don't find attractive. End of story.

On a side note, the saying you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover...true. But I haven't voluntarily read a book in my life that I didn't pick up because the front cover caught my eye. Yeah, I've probably missed out on reading some good books but if you're going to write a great book, why not put the effort in to slap a nice cover on the front? Do you want people to read your book or not? To say, "My book is a best-seller, I shouldn't need a nice cover to get people to read it" is just pure laziness.

Those summer nights...

2006-12-01T13:35:00.000+11:00

I have waited all year in great anticipation for this season. It's summer!
Reasons why I love the summer time:

Sunshine (everything looks brighter)
Christmas spirit (tis the season to be jolly)
Trips to the beach (bikinis, shirtless men)
Time off work (enough said)
Mini skirts and singlet tops (casually sexy)
BBQs (bringing people together...with some snags)
Warm nights (put away those flannels, more shirtless men)
Romance (summer flings, valentine's day)
Cruising in the car (sunnies on, music up, windows down) Traditional tunes: Ride Wit Me by Nelly and Miss California by Dante Thomas

Going hard at it...

2006-11-17T13:35:00.000+11:00

I'm used to being busy and having a lack of sleep on the weekends but I have encountered a new experience recently, the weeknight schedule book-out. This has been my life since Sunday:

MONDAY - I headed off to my ballroom dancing lesson at 6:30pm. Then after it finshed up at 7:30pm we did what we always do and took a stroll over to Safeway Petrol. Every week we perform the same ritual. Warren says hello to Sam, the servo attendent, I catch up on some celebrity goss, Warren asks me if i'm "gonna buy that?" and everyone makes their purchases. Then we stand outside for a couple of minutes chatting and eventually head back to our cars. This week after the servo, Warren and I had a little make out...er I mean...catch up session (Disclaimer: that was a joke) and I went home about 8:30pm to have dinner.

TUESDAY - I scheduled in having dinner with one of my friends from working at Safeway. Natalie and I promised each other that after I left The Fresh Food People we wouldn't lose touch. Our last social catch up was about 8 months ago so it was definitely time for another. We went out to Lazy Moe's at 7:30pm where I had a chicken burger and ended the evening at Macca's for a caramel sundae.

WEDNESDAY - I had a date down on Keilor Rd for coffee. Arrived at 7:30pm amidst the hail storm. Departed at 11:40pm giving the front and rear demisters a good work out. ;) (Disclaimer: also possibly a joke).

THURSDAY - Snuck out of work ten minutes early to catch earlier train from Flagstaff station to get back to my car to get to Mark & Sonia Lindsay's place by 6pm. I babysat their two cutie children till about about 10pm. They're pretty good kids. I listened to them talk to me kiddy style for the first half an hour. The conversation included discussion about poisonous bugs, this boy at school who said he had been down a black hole, the episodes of Star Wars that I've seen and the definition of a "warlord". Then I watched Neighbours with them, read a story for half an hour after that and put them to bed. This time they didn't even get out of bed once. Little angels.

FRIDAY - Well, that's tonight, and as usual I'm hanging out with Stephanie for CEF (Casual Events Friday). I'm going over to her place to share some goss. I haven't seen her since last Friday night. It feels like forever. But Steph is on exams till Tuesday so she's been busy acting studious. Lol. Can't wait till she's finished. There is some much-awaited post-exam partying to be done. Yes, indeed.

I'm definitely looking forward to having a nice, relaxing weekend. Saturday should be mostly sunny with a top of 23, followed by a low of 13 and a top of 28 on Sunday. Some great Spring weather ahead, Pete. Back to you.

Janelle's Pick-up Rules

2006-10-31T14:34:00.000+11:00

Walking back from Macca's today I was thinking about all the "dumb" things that guys have said or done to me that they should've got shafted for but... me being me...didn't. You know, the kind of stuff where they think they're being really smooth but they're actually being really sleazy. Like saying, "Hey, you know what, I've never had sex in my car." or "These windows are tinted so...no one can see in or anything" (followed up with eyebrow raising). Anyway, coming back up to the office in the lift I developed a concept based on Paul's MSN Rules. Paul has a points system for people chatting to him on MSN. In summary, you start out with a certain number of points and if you do something annoying to Paul (which, I might add, isn't that difficult) he deducts points. If you lose all your points, then he will block you. So I thought it to be a good system to put in place for the pick-up scene. All guys will now start out with 1000 points and I will deduct points for the following (in no particular order):

Asking me what my name is more than 3 times - 250 points
Asking me what my name is after we've kissed - 500 points
Not loaning me 50 cents when I'm short on buying my next drink - 800 points
Spilling a drink on me and pretending to clean it off just to touch me - 600 points
Picking me up (literally) and causing me to lose my shoe - 725 points
Licking my nose - 999 points
Attempting to steal my ID, ATM card, mobile phone, money and/or lip gloss - 500 points per item
Making references to having sex with me on first meeting and/or asking me home - 50 billion points

It's still a work in progress but that'll do for now until I think of more. If you have any you think I should add, feel free to leave a comment.

For the sake of posting a photo...

2006-10-19T18:58:00.000+10:00

This is me, Stephanie and Erin at the uni ball in August.

Busy Little Bee...

2006-10-16T11:36:00.000+10:00

What a weekend! I have been a busy little bee...and just when I was looking forward to relaxing after "Assignment Weekend". Here is how it all went down. Friday afternoon kind of dragged and judging by the amount of emails flying around the office I doubt anyone was really doing anything productive. Finally, quarter past 5 came around, I packed up and headed into the boardroom for a few drinks. I like hanging around after work for a chat and to unwind. It's a good opportunity to chat to everyone and they're a great bunch of people. At about 6:30pm (sorry Warren, 1830 hours) I caught the train home and quickly changed my clothes before Steph arrived for CEF (Casual Events Friday). We went round to Blockbuster to hire a DVD and discovered that I had indeed incurred a late fine after holding onto a new release for an extra four days. Upon batting our eyelids at the young, male video store attendant, he agreed to drop the fine from $10 to $6. So, we ended up hiring "Take the Lead" which was quite good and afterwards I was inspired to show Steph some of my dance moves I've picked at Ballroom Dancing. She thought it to be quite funny.

Saturday morning I was forced to set my alarm for 10am to get up. I ignored it for some time and eventually got out of bed to get beautiful. I was heading out to lunch and supposed to rendezvous at 12:30. Unfortunately, I was 20 minutes late which threw off the entire game plan, to see a movie at 20 past 1. However, even though we were nearly 20 minutes late for the movie, the previews hadn't even started yet. What luck! The movie was "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby." And I've decided that I have a weird sense of humour. Often laughing at moments where everyone else is quiet. And the kind of laughing where you get going by the initial joke and then stop, think about the joke and start up again. Good times, good times. During the arvo, there was a sudden alteration to my evening plans meaning that instead of Steph picking me up at 6pm for our trip to a party in Ringwood, she was picking me up at 5:30pm. I lost track of time, as it were, and rushed home at about 5. I think I'd been home for a total of 30 seconds when she arrived. I made a quick change of outfit, threw some stuff together in a bag for overnight stay and away we went on our voyage. I was on navigation and I must say, the drive was rather pleasant. We arrived in Ringwood at about 6:30 and from there we bounced from house to house meeting new people and eventually ended up at the correct party. It was an interesting evening. I discovered that the subtle blonde highlights I've recently had put in my hair, have possibly effected my level of intelligence in certain situations and Steph got hit in the head with a piece of celery. Top night. We managed to get home safely and I stayed the night at Steph's with a quality sleep. We woke at about 10am, well actually Steph woke at 10am and whispered "Are you awake?". I thought she was talking to me in my dream at first but after the "Pssst. Nellllllie, are you awake?" I realised it was all too real. And I groaned. She laughed. It turned out that what she had to tell me was worth waking up for. There's nothing like a good giggle first thing in the morning.

So, now we're up to Sunday, Steph and I got up for our leisurely breakfast and then launched straight into getting ready for the day. She had to go to work and I had quite a few things to do myself. After she dropped me home I headed down to Porky's for lunch with the gang. Vegetarian pizza with ham, no olives. Mmmmm. From there it was back home to organise my order of service for that night's R7 and over to my auntie's for her birthday afternoon tea. That was a rather brief visit I might add cos I had to go down to the church to start music practice. The practice went pretty well and so did the service. I had a great bunch of musos to work with. Plus, I honestly felt that God was working right in there too. So, that was that. Another weekend over. Often when it goes so fast and I don't get time to relax I feel like I've missed out in some way but really looking back over all the stuff I managed to cram in there. I guess I wouldn't have it any other way.

The Five Love Languages: Janelle Revealed!!!

2006-10-11T13:44:00.000+10:00

My primary love languages are probably
Physical Touch and Quality Time.

Complete set of results

Physical Touch:		10
Quality Time:		10
Words of Affirmation:		5
Acts of Service:		4
Receiving Gifts:		1

Take the Quiz!

Janelle Wins 1-0 !!!!!

2006-10-10T12:59:00.000+10:00

Sit yourself down cos this is gonna take awhile. Well, chances are you're already sitting so here we go. The rules for assignment weekend were set:

Must reach 2000 words by Friday or no going out Friday night (great motivation)
Must reach 4000 words by Saturday or no going out Saturday night (even better motivation)
Must finish assignment by Sunday night or fail co-op year (ultimate motivation)

I set my alarm for 8:30am on Friday, got up, went and got all my materials required for assignment writing and sat down at the computer. I started with the introduction which took awhile to get going but once I hit the body of the report things were flowing along nicely. I didn't move from the computer all day, except once to pee, and thanks to my mum I didn't starve, she brought breakfast and lunch to my desk. At quarter to 5pm I wrapped up at a word count of 2011, went and had a shower, got dressed up and headed out to Stephanie's place. Her parents were kind enough to drive us out to a party in Warrandyte, at which we had a few drinks and I got home at about 1am. Saturday morning I was up again at 9am and back onto the assignment. I allowed myself to get a little distracted on MSN this time but still managed to get my word count up to 4071 before I finished up at 6ish to have dinner and get ready to go out again. This time it was down to Metro in the city for Steph's brother's birthday. I had one vodka and OJ, two cowboy shots and a Smirnoff black, followed by a whopper with cheese at Hungry Jack's. Knowing there was still a chunk of assignment left to do and Sunday was crunch time I headed home at 2am to get some sleep. For some reason, even though I had planned a sleep in I woke up bright and early at 9 feeling rather alert so I dragged myself back to the computer for one last round of typing. I got the actual assignment done by early afternoon at a word count of 5163 however it took me hours to muck around with the formatting and bibliography. In usual RMIT style, I was locked out of the database where I got some of my references from so couldn't get back in to find out the publisher details etc. Took me half an hour to work out how to renew my password and retrieve the information I required. I slumped into bed at 10:30pm and spent the entire night dreaming of typing on the computer. System overload. I was 40 minutes late for work on Monday and when I stuck my memory stick into my work PC so I could print it all up, it wouldn't register. Typical, something had to go wrong. I got onto the IT guy after trying to hunt down old Pauly Pops with no luck, and all was fixed. I dropped the assignment in the box on level 15 at RMIT at lunchtime with a kiss for success and walked away feeling proud of my achievements and rather free. I suggested a nudey run down Collins Street to Steph but for some reason she didn't go for it. Anyway, thank you blog readers for your support and for bearing witness to this extraordinary achievement.