Girls vs. Boys

When a boy is angry at a girl, his friends shrug and he goes on is angry little way.
When a girl is angry at a boy, all her friends get angry too and a little pink army is formed to combat the offensive boy by snubbing and snide comments.

No wonder guys hate meeting our friends.
A certain fallen-from-grace boy is s trying to get back into my good books, and my girl friends are most definitely not happy about it.
See that's the problem with having your army of girls. Once you hate someone, you're meant to hate them for life, not accept their apologies. Because in the eyes of your girls, that's never cool.

Poor boys.

Totally mad for

Salad with balsamic vinaigrette.
Since my family seem to routinely forget that I'm a vegetarian (and have been for 9 years) it's one of the only things in the house I can eat.
But my god...yum.

I'm with the band

Last night was the best!
I randomly phoned one of my friends to see if she wanted to have some tea, when she persuaded me to drive into town as she and two others were on the guestlist for New Found Glory, and they'd try blag me in too.
So I drove in and met up with the girls, and thanks to one of their frineds, they'd gotten on the guestlist as the friend's boyfriend was in the support band.
After much persuading and pleading with the door staff, we manage to convince the girl there that I was meant to have been on the list too, and voila, wristband slapped on, and we headed inside.

New Found Glory were pretty crap, but I knew that anyway. Even so, it made me feel a wave of nostalgia for my 15 year old self, thinking I was totally hardcore going to my little rock shows and bopping about in the 'pit'.

Although, upon inspecting my minor cuts and bruises today, I think at 21, it might be time to retire.

Art is where the Heart is

Art is wonderful.
It's seriously the most enjoyable thing, drawing and painting and whatnot.
And not to shamelessly plug myself here, but I'm rather pleased with one of my latest creations, which can be found with some of my others on my Deviantart http://pinkvoodoo.deviantart.com/.

Seriously though, gotta love the creativity.
And Frank Miller.
Yes, I do love him.

Shirk the work

Well my lovely manager decided to let me go home early today as I am still clearly rather ill. So tonight I have an exciting date with my duvet and girlie DVDs along the lines of Step Up and Legally Blonde.

However, I do have to go back in tomorrow as I'm the only photographer on duty and my day will be a delightful blur (emphasis on blur due to my dizzy flu state) of bright lights, crying children and people who don't speak English, thus resulting in my making ridiculous hand gestures to try get my point across. I bet they really do understand me first time but just want to embarrass me by making me look like an idiot.

Although this language barrier can be pretty amusing at times. A guy I work with told me a story about a customer he had come across. The customer spoke Dutch and my colleague asked him if he'd rather they spoke Dutch instead of English (obviously my colleague speaks Dutch too) and the customer replies:
"No, I have been speaking Englishes for very long distances and extremely deliciously".

Love it.

Narcissistic?

I find this whole blogging thing to be rather addictive.
But is it not rather narcissistic to find pleasure in pontificating about oneself? Whatever.
On a different note, the Rolling Stones are a bit awesome.

flu

I have managed to spend over 24 hours in bed.
That's definitely a new record, even for me.
Having the flu is never fun, and what makes it even less so is the fact that I have to work tomorrow. Great, dizziness, illness and screaming children do not a winning combination make.
I also had a rather embarrassing moment with the mailman this morning. I was going out to my car to get something, still in my pjs with my hair a mess, the wind blowing it in my face, so I didn't notice him come up next to me, which resulted in me screaming, trying to apologise to him while taking the letter, all the while confusing my friend, who I had been on the phone to.
Fun stuff.
I'm going back to bed now, I think.
Arrivederci.