Hurrah! I've been waiting so very long for this to happen. And it finally has. I bought a NEW car. So its not NEW new, but its not even 18 months old. Im so excited. I was on the phone about 3 minutes before leaving work and I was doing the toilet dance, without the need to pee.
The guy I'm living with works for that holden dealership. So they were all willing to cut down on all types of costs. $1000 trade in for my car (which is worth maybe $100), but they didn't class it as a trade in. To save me $30 on stamp duty. They were going to offer me finance at a reduced rate, except for the fact that I'd already gotten the finance. And when they gave me a quote for insurance, they gave me $100 off the price. Just because I knew this guy. So this car which is currently valued at $20300, cost me $17990.
Without further ado, I present to you *car yet to be named*
*Will post piccytures asap.*
Ok, So I have no actual photos of my car. I was going to take photos with my BRAND NEW camera phone. But it didn't come with a USB cable. So that idea went to hell in a barbed wire canoe. But I like my phone. Bought it outright, because I couldn't be arsed with handset repayments. I thought it would be an el-dodgo, but tis not too bad. I wanted a flip phone, with a camera. And now I have one. Its even my favourite colour. Blue. And its got the same camera pixels and features as a mate at works phone. Only her phone is valued at about $1300.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
One written last night
So its past 11pm again. And I’m still awake. My insomia is playing up. Ever since last Thursday its been going crazy. I had to wean some mice that were born on the day my grandpa died. I thought I was dealing well with all that has been going on. But its the tiniest things that will throw you into a tailspin.
My flatmate, and best mate in Sydney, is going through something. But I have no idea what it is. Just a week ago we were getting along fine. And now... now I dont know this person. He used to tell me EVERYTHING. Which worked for me. I like this guy, not in a sexual way, but he was easily my best friend in the state.
For the past two nights his ex (who cheated on him something chronic, and is pregnant with someone elses child) has stayed here. As of a week ago, he was still referring to her as "the bitch". And now I have no idea what is going on?!? I asked him about what's going on. He snaps at me, and I can't help but feel that this is somehow none of my business. But I cant stand by and watch him ruin himself. Its not who I am. I have numerous friends advising me to just wait it out. But its the waiting bit thats killing me. I wish I weren't such an emotional retard that I could express myself to him. He's talking to so many other people, so I figure that he's got his safety net in action. But somehow I am no longer a part of it. I feel like I've been wrapped up in my Grandfathers death, and have missed an integral part of a good friends life. So now I must stand my and watch it unfurl.
I feel like I'm losing my closest friend down here, and on top of losing a closely related family member, its too much right now.
My flatmate, and best mate in Sydney, is going through something. But I have no idea what it is. Just a week ago we were getting along fine. And now... now I dont know this person. He used to tell me EVERYTHING. Which worked for me. I like this guy, not in a sexual way, but he was easily my best friend in the state.
For the past two nights his ex (who cheated on him something chronic, and is pregnant with someone elses child) has stayed here. As of a week ago, he was still referring to her as "the bitch". And now I have no idea what is going on?!? I asked him about what's going on. He snaps at me, and I can't help but feel that this is somehow none of my business. But I cant stand by and watch him ruin himself. Its not who I am. I have numerous friends advising me to just wait it out. But its the waiting bit thats killing me. I wish I weren't such an emotional retard that I could express myself to him. He's talking to so many other people, so I figure that he's got his safety net in action. But somehow I am no longer a part of it. I feel like I've been wrapped up in my Grandfathers death, and have missed an integral part of a good friends life. So now I must stand my and watch it unfurl.
I feel like I'm losing my closest friend down here, and on top of losing a closely related family member, its too much right now.
4.22am. Need to be at work in three hours
I have had two hours sleep, and have woken up so totally paranoid that I've posted something inappropriate about work. I mean the kind of thing that will get you fired if anybody finds out, which they inevitably would.
So I had to get up and check that I hadn't posted. Now that I'm online I can rememebr discussing certain work and home related issues with a friend on msn before I went to bed.
So I had to get up and check that I hadn't posted. Now that I'm online I can rememebr discussing certain work and home related issues with a friend on msn before I went to bed.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Drunken Epiphany #167
There are times when I wonder about the course life has taken me on. I was abused as a child. Its no secret. I'm not proud of it (hey, who would be?), but it really has had such an influence on who I am.
When I was home last, I was shown some pictures of me as a youngster. And OH MY GOD if I didnt have the makings to be the biggest slut this side of the equator. But being abused made me look within myself for the strength to get through day to day. But it also has given me the strength to help everyone around me. This, in turn, has made me less dependant on other people to validate my existance. And as such, I am not the slut that my childhood pictures would make everyone think I am. Instead, I am a well adjusted, emotionally free, extremely indepenandt woman. There is nothing that I cannot do. Or ask someone else to do for me, without thinking that I have to sleep with them as payment. I have the ability to learn. I have always had this ability, but I beleive that if things hads not happened the way it had, then I would have always have been selling myself short. As it currently stands, I can do anything I want. And I am not hindered by what I could have, or should have been.
My abuser is getting marrried this weekend, or last weekend (or sometime around now). I have forgiven him. A long time ago. But not really as much as I have at the moment. At this moment, I am not grateful for what he has done, but I am grateful for the influence of everybody else, who have shaped me because of what has happened, to be the best I can be, and to never expect any less than the best from everybody else.
When I was home last, I was shown some pictures of me as a youngster. And OH MY GOD if I didnt have the makings to be the biggest slut this side of the equator. But being abused made me look within myself for the strength to get through day to day. But it also has given me the strength to help everyone around me. This, in turn, has made me less dependant on other people to validate my existance. And as such, I am not the slut that my childhood pictures would make everyone think I am. Instead, I am a well adjusted, emotionally free, extremely indepenandt woman. There is nothing that I cannot do. Or ask someone else to do for me, without thinking that I have to sleep with them as payment. I have the ability to learn. I have always had this ability, but I beleive that if things hads not happened the way it had, then I would have always have been selling myself short. As it currently stands, I can do anything I want. And I am not hindered by what I could have, or should have been.
My abuser is getting marrried this weekend, or last weekend (or sometime around now). I have forgiven him. A long time ago. But not really as much as I have at the moment. At this moment, I am not grateful for what he has done, but I am grateful for the influence of everybody else, who have shaped me because of what has happened, to be the best I can be, and to never expect any less than the best from everybody else.
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