new · slang...

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ok, so tonight i'm off (as i'm sure the rest of brisbane is) to finish my christmas shopping, and also bum around and maybe take in a film or something. i feel great (but i'll keep the reason to myself), so i'm really looking forward to the weekend...

i have katherine's card done, one of only 3 people still on this years christmas card list, and the only one who actively dosn't want one... oh well, she'll know better next year : )

incase this is my last entry until after the weekend, i hope all you busy body lj readers of mine have a great time over the coming weekend, i hope to see some of you next week, and others early on in the new year... take care all.

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so last night after trivia, i ended up visiting the RBH emergency ward. I don't prsonally remember going, but both Erin and Kathrine tell me i was there, and that they know that because Erin drove me, and Katherine had her picture taken in the waiting room... hmmm...

anywho, i have a terrible recollection of last night, so i hope you all had a great time (i'm told i did), and i hope to remember more as the day goes on... i just hope i didn't do/say anything that may come back to haunt me, or that i may need to apologise for. *fingers crossed*

oh, and i met up with kelly about an hour ago in the city, so that was nice.

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i just got off the phone with roy, who is back in brisbane (as of 6 fifteen this morning). we didn't chat for long, though he will be coming to partake in trivia night this evening, so that should be good.

i will end this entry now, before i start to make any real sense... will see anyone who can make it outfront in our usual meeting spot at say 6 thirty/7ish.

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just one day to go until margaret is back in aus...

lets see, what happened today?... a big lot of nothing. actually my entire week is building for saturday evening in the city, so yeah, apart from that, and going to the rg tomorrow night, i'm afraid i've got nothing... sorry about that.

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today proved to be somewhat challenging right from the get go... i should have known it was going to be one of those days, when i rolled out of bed and got wedged between the bed frame and the wall... bugger... meanwhile, i have a deeper appreciation for what the life of a caught fish must be like (flailing about unable to wiggle free).

freeing myself (i won't mention the nuts and bolts of the operation), i got to the kitchen relatively unscathed, and poured myself some cereal before realising that i was out of milk... so i sat at the table mumbling, whilst my cereal (all snug in the bowl) sat there mocking me.

i got into a 'he said/she said' conversation over the phone with a lady from my bank... the witch won't give me the 'thing' i need, even though i was approved by the branch manager last week, and asked to phone back today (which i did)... anywho, i had to go done and see her in person (me and my homies... carrying baseball bats... and wearing some serious bling-bling).

anywho, an hour or so later, i got that sorted (not to my favour, but eh), and went over to carindale to kill my legs at the gym and then on to do a little shopping for 'someone'... like i'm going to actually say that i'm shopping for Erin, when there's a chance she'd be reading this... i'm not that stupid, hello.

i had success, but there is a thing or two i can't get on this side of town, so i may have to give in, and shop on the north tomorrow or later this week...

oh, and i got home to find my mother had guests over, who (and i guess rightfully so) enjoy talking about 'world issues' and 'current affairs'... aaahhhhhhhhhhhh! what a bunch of... anywho, i'm off to bed now, so until tomorrow or




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there's no actual basis for that, i just needed a title for this entry, and that seemed as good as anything else i could come up with...

a quick recount of my weekend (and a possible chapter title for my autobiography)...

friday (on my mind): started off the day at the hospital with my ol man, a nice nurse gave me a bottle of wine and a loving smile (i guess i just have that effect on the ladies)... i went over to a friend's old place to help jiggle some stuff around, but on account of it absolutely pouring down, sat inside and did a whole heap of nothing (and did it spectacularly)... i caught a bus into the city with her (and a strange fella who stalked us on the trip in, and until we ditched him in the mall)... at late afternoon, i caught up with another friend to partake in an elusive search for 'exhibit a' (not shown or mentioned), and dinner... overall, a lovely evening... oh, and i ended up spending the night by watching jerry 'you had me at hello' mcguire : )

saturday (night's a great night to fight): satuday i got not a lot accomplishd on account of so many things... so all i'll say is it was a write off...

sunday (bloody sunday): got up early and headed over to the north to picnic with my better half... had small talk planned for her roomie, but she was out (all that chit chat gone to waste)... we headed into new farm, and set up shop under one of the few trees lord mayor 'can-do' has left un-fenced... spent most of the day there relaxing (i fear i've become a 'picnic person')... overall, a brilliant end to a strange weekend...

highs: friday evening, sunday day
lows: anything saturday related

ok, with the exception of jerry 'you had me at hello' mcguire, i've gone this entire entry without so much as refering to anyone by their name... this was not done out of rudeness, it was done as something different to do (small things, small minds)... anywho, i'll write up something better tomorrow... i may even rewrite this one, if i can be bothered.

oh, and "if i'm not dead, what's the explanation" is going to be a chapter title in my autobiography...

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turns out, i'm a 3... (the below text was copied and pasted straight from the results page of the test itself)

Enneagram Type 3 - The Achiever
Focused on the presentation of success, to attain validation

People of this personality type need to be validated in order to feel worthy; they pursue success and want to be admired. They are frequently hard working, competetive and are highly focused in the pursuit of their goals, whether their goal is to be the most successful salesman in the company or the "sexiest" man/woman in their social circle. They are often "self-made" and usually find some area in which they can excel and thus find the external approbation which they so desperately need. Threes are socially competent, often extroverted, and sometimes charismatic. They know how to present themselves, are self-confident, practical, and driven. Threes have a lot of energy and often seem to embody a kind of zest for life that others find contagious. They are good networkers who know how to rise through the ranks. But, while Threes do tend to succeed in whatever realm they focus their energies, they are often secretly afraid of being or becoming "losers."

Threes can sometimes find intimacy difficult. Their need to be validated for their image often hides a deep sense of shame about who they really are, a shame they unconsciously fear will be unmasked if another gets too close. Threes are often generous and likable, but are difficult to really know. When unhealthy, their narcissism takes an ugly turn and they can become cold blooded and ruthless in the pursuit of their goals.

Because it is central to the type Three fixation to require external validation, Threes often, consciously and unconsciously, attempt to embody the image of success that is promoted by their culture. Threes get in trouble when they confuse true happiness, which depends on inner states, with the image of happiness which society has promoted. If a Three has a "good" job and an "attractive" mate, he/she might be willing, through an act of self-deception which is also self-betrayal, to ignore the inner promptings which tell him/her that neither his/her job, nor his/her mate are fulfilling his/her deeper needs. Even the most "successful" Threes, who generally appear quite happy, often hide a deeply felt sense of meaninglessness. The attainment of the image never quite satisfies.


... can someone who knows me well-ish, please let me know if this is infact an accurate portrayal, so i can get a deeper/clearer idea of who i am as a person... i wouldn't have thought it was me, but maybe i just don't know the image i put out there for the world to see...


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that's dr. robert kelso's policy about sex with his wife.

today was pretty uneventful... i filled out some applications, mailed some resumes, caught some buses, and caught some connecting buses. all in all, i'd give my day a total of two out of 10 (with six being the highest).

tonight was a remarkable improvement on today, with me going into the valley to meet up with Erin. we walked up to our usual spot, ordered almost our usual drinks, i changed my up (oow, i'm such a risk taker), and then we sat and chatted for a while, until greg and his two female companions (greg, you beast you), along with tanya and her two male companions (yeah, don't get all "beastie" yet, one was her brother) joined us.

the eight of us (looking very intimidating) sat around a table fit for four (hooray to us, for pushing societies view of how many should sit at a round table), and drank, talked, quizzed and were merry throughout. just home then, and am off to bed (early morning tomorrow).

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if you wake up at midnight on some idle thursday and find your wife isn't beside you in bed, you should worry... but if you wake up at midnight on some idle thursday and find your wife isn't beside you in bed, then the phone rings, and harry (the guy on the other end) tells you his wife is also missing, you should hang up, roll over and go back to sleep, for there's a midnight shoe sale in the city, and she won't be back till dawn...

advice from clint hendos... that crazy bastard might just be onto something (but probably not).

ok, so today i went into th valley early for an interview at centro, only to get a call at 7 thirty-ish (whilst travelling on the bus) from a guy at centro asking me questions, about me. i asked him if it wouldn't just be easier to answer his questions when i came in later for my interview, so i could hear him properly (and so i could use my hands to emphasise my points)... this is when he told me that the interview i was coming in for, was actually a phone interview, and if they liked me, they'd add me to their short list of people to see in person later next week. aaahhhhhhhhh!

i went back home, got changed, and headed back into the valley for lunch with Erin (best part of my week). aside from having a swooping pigeon (inside) decide that he (or she) wanted some of me (come get some, bird), it was really quite a nice break in my day.

i got home later in the afternoon, before remembering i forgot to do the shopping, so out i went again... anywho, if i keep writing, i'm afraid i'd just be repeating myself, so i'll leave it at that for now.


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this isn't really an entry, so much as it is a reminder that channel seven is finally putting on "american dad" after family guy on thursday night at 10pm or, 9pm sydney time (not that they'll see it, what with all the rioting and all, they'll probably be too preoccupied... they can catch the repeats next year on cable).

ok, that's all for now,

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i hope you had a great weekend. i'm sorry i didn't see you this morning, but i was otherwise occupied (i was asleep). anywho, did you want to go see a movie and get some dinner, and/or alternatively, visit a drinking establishment of only the highest quality... where beer's the main dish of the night, and punters wear 'their good thongs' (so what, that leaves us the vic or that irish place up near the casino as options) on friday or saturday evening?

hope to hear from you soon,

dan

ok, so i stole that line from chocolate bears' last line in his most recent entry... but eh, whatcha going to do? it made me laugh, so yeah.

i took the "your harry potter alter ego is" quiz, even though i know diddly about hp (nor do i care), but i do love my quizes... so here it is:

You scored as Harry Potter. You can be a little reckless and hot-headed at times, but a more brave and courageous friend would be hard to find. </td> Harry Potter 70% Draco Malfoy 65% Ron Weasley 65% Ginny Weasley 65% Severus Snape 65% Hermione Granger 60% Remus Lupin 60% Sirius Black 60% Albus Dumbledore 50% Lord Voldemort 50% Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...? created with QuizFarm.com

obviously, that is crap : ) if someone asked me for two words that could sum me up as a friend, "brave" and "courageous" would be far from the top (screw anyone in need if it ain't me) : )

i also did the "what body part are you attracted to?" quiz:

You scored as Face. You are attracted to: faces. You are a face person. </td> Face 83% Abs/Stomach 50% Boobs 42% Butt 17% Penis 0% What Body Part Are You Attracted To?(pics) created with QuizFarm.com

hmmm.... so, turns out i don't look for 'penis' in a potential relationship... well shit, i didn't need to do a quiz to know that : ) (maybe it's a quiz for girls?... hmmm, oh well)

last night, i met up with Erin in Coops (out front of classic FM perfornce studio), to see a couple of her friends performing... it was amazing, Tanya did a fantasic job on the whole, with the added bonus of including the "i feel pretty" song in the first act... yay : )

we went to a late dinner, after the opera (two things i didn't think i would ever write, let alone use in the same sentence)... anywho, we did that, then headed back over the river, and watched some quality late night movie on channel nine, until i fell asleep (not long after the movie started).

what did i get up to today?... well, i felt like crap this morning (on the verge of passing out), which i hated, cos i wanted to/was looking foreward to spending the day with Erin. she took good care of me (ta for the drinks w/bubbies), and then drove me home...

i woke up about half an hour ago (feeling a bit better), but think it best if i go back to bed.

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i don't know, but it took joe and i roughly an hour to get the f'er from wombats' room to joes' combi, and then another half hour getting from joes' combi to wombats' new room... never again : )

this morning i woke up around 6am at the southbank busway stop by a chubb security guard 'man-ing the area' telling me that i couldn't sleep there... i fell asleep waiting for a bus that i assumed would be there about 2ish and somewhere along the line, i nodded off... oops.

anywho, i got home at around 7 thirty, changed and headed over to wombats' place to help her and joe move her stuff across town to her new place (which isn't really 'across town'... but anywho) somewhere around 8 (i think).

the usual packing/unpacking of the combi went on, as did the usual carrying her things to and fro to her room... so i won't go into the details, except to say, that if you're ever helping move someone, some things that you should never attempt to do yourself (or with joe and me) are:

- move the bed
- get the bed from the old room to the combi
- pack the bed into a combi
- unpack the bed from the combi
- get the bed into the new room from the combi
- move the bed

- move the wardrobe
- get the wardrobe from the old room to the combi
- pack the wardrobe into a combi
- unpack the wardrobe from the combi
- get the wardrobe into the new room from the combi
- move the wardrobe

apart from that, tonight i'm off to spend time with E (probably shouldn't refer to her as that, incase it's construed as being drugs), i'm meeting her over at the 'roo to see one of friends being talented, then i don't know, hopefully see a movie or something... maybe dinner (i am kind of hungry).

anywho, my weekend is going swell-ish (so far), and on the chance that Katherine is reading this, i just want to say hello, and i hope your week went well, and you're having a great weekend.

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guess who just picked up the 80's singstar game for their ps2?... come on... anyone?... ok, asking the computer questions... that's a new low for me. anywho, i have decieved you, for there are no 'talking heads' songs on the disc (which is a shame), but it's still going to get it's fair share of play time... i may have to give up having a social life (eh, no real loss) just to play this one... karaoke cheers me up (and apparently, can add up to 2 whole years onto a persons life... although i'm not sure how they measured that stat?)... anyways, i'm off to post some resumes now, then i'm off to the wicked west (toowong) to see a friend.

oh, and it turns out that i didn't forget my plans for this evening, cos i didn't have any... yay for me.

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well that subject line got tania to read this far... pity i'm not following through with anything about it though : ) no, this is pretty much for the seven guys who read my drivel... two of which reply by sending spam to my email (looking at you Keith and Shotty, you arses)...

anywho fellas, if you're interested in knowing more (which at this point should be knowing 'something' not 'more' but eh), get in touch the usual ways... and yes, this even applies to you Joey-Jo-Joe : )

moving on (sorry about that), today i went out for an interview on the 'upper' northside (if you call hervey bay the northside at all), at the RSL up there near Pialba, and whilst admittedly it is a fair drive (or bus as the case today was) to get up there (and will be daily if i get the job), i did feel like it went well overall, and even if i don't get it, i may make the bay area my next home anyways... it has a nice 'feel' to it.

i didn't have time to do any quiz's (what is the plural for quiz?), but shall make a concerted effort to do atleast one tomorrow for all you fine people (or at least the couple of you who read this solely for the quizes* alone)... tomorrow night i have plans, i just (as usual) can't remember what they are... if they're with you, please call me to remind me... sorry in advance if i don't make it.

ok, well i'm off to bed now (i think i may get some sleep... i'm absolutely buggered)

oh, thank you to the good people at greyhound australia (bus MC440) for getting me there and (bus MC412) for getting me back again... and for having scooby doo playing on the tv : )

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both good names i think, but only one will do as my (i mean someone elses') secret identity, so which suits me (again, i mean someone else) more?


oh, and i took two more quizzes this morning:
the "what beverage are you?":



Milkshake
Yes, it is a beverage o.O
You have many friends, even if you don't know it.


What beverage r u?
brought to you by Quizilla

and the "would you survive a t-rex attack?"
<td align="center">You have a 27% chance of surviving a T-Rex Attack



You have an average chance of surviving a T-Rex attack. With a little luck you may be able to survive, but it is kinda doubtful. You have an abstract mind and probably are not good with life or death situations.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com</td>

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so, another night without much sleep (so far)... fingers crossed i fall into a deep sleep the second my head hits my pillow. this is odd, because i used quite a bit of energy this morning pacing around town hoping and praying someone would take my resume (wake up and smell the desperation)... 25 did, hopefully i'll hear back from one of them by weeks' end.

what else happened in the latter part of the day?...

oh, i went over to see my lff, and (as always) left wiser than i went in... hears hoping it's knowledge not lost on me, cos i think it may be the very solution i've been after... yay! *touches nose, and points*

later today, i'll be in the valley for the quiz thing... cos only one of you bastards (my nearest and dearest) can make it (and only greg and wombat have valid excuses for why they can't), you're all off my christmas card list... oh yeah, if i could remember the whole 'desperate times calls for desperate measures' line, you could be sure i would have used it there... oh, i did : ) ...here's hoping E has better friends than i...

oh, on a lighter topic, i beat myself this arfternoon (not the way that sentence should have come out...) doing 'sk8r boi' on my singstar game... my singing ablity is shockingly similar to that of a baby whale full stop, but eh, i'm now a 8,902... that'll only mean anything to my karaoke buddies at the chardon, who introduced me to the wonderful world of singstar in april. by the new year, i hope to have broken 10,000 (fingers crossed that enough of the notes match up)... other than that, my score for 'what's my age again' and 'bohemian like you' have both gone down considerably (oh well, i'll just have to put in more hours)... i am such a dork : )

i'll send the emails out later, but thought i'd put my little table up now (not sure what time it is in merry ol england) for my research paper finishing buddy...

Name	You've Got Mail	No Mail 4 You
Aichan	-
Greg	-
Joe	-
Kelly	-
Roy	-

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ok, so i had a couple of hours sleep since my last entry on my girls lj, but a couple of hours won't help me in the long run... aaahhhhhhh! i hate being unemployed... i'm not expelling enough energy during the day to wear myself out at night, and th only way i can think to do more, would be to take some of my docs advice (and i really don't want to be doing that)... poor fella, i really must treat him better... he's stuck with me through a lot... (no pun intended) wait, only a handful (again, no pun intended) of folk will know who i'm talking about, and for the most part they live overseas (looking at you meke, margaret and monk... wow, three m's).

oh, last night i unpacked my sea monkeys (really should have done that sooner than i did)... but all survived, but the water level was down to about 2 inches... in other (kinda related news), i also unpacked my pet tic tacs.

cool, well, i'm going to get ready for my day (there's only so many things a man can say at this hour before things become a blur of socks and money, and he starts repeating himself)
only so many things a man can say at this hour before things become a blur of socks and money, and he starts repeating himself
only so many things a man can say at this hour before things become a blur of socks and money, and he starts repeating himself
only so many things a man can say at this hour before things become a blur of socks and money, and he starts repeating himself

Name	You've Got Mail	No Mail 4 You
Greg	-
Keith		-
Kelly	-
Meke		-

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