I just don't understand...

Okay - picture this:

It's 7.30am and I have already been up for two hours. I'm in town, dressed smart casual for work and I stop into the local supermarket to pick up some fruit for lunch. As I walk in I find myself following a woman in her pyjamas. Not a girl, or a teen, but a woman. In bright pink/purple pyjamas. But, she was wearing a proper shirt. It's as if she got half way dressed and said 'frak it...I can't be bothered with the rest..."

What makes this even more amusing is that she walks straight to the wine and beer section, collects a bottle of cheap wine, clutches it to her chest and walks to the counter. And, when I say clutches it to her chest I really mean it. I swear, she was not going to let go of that thing. For a moment I thought she might actually try breast feeding it.

This leads me onto a list of things I just don't understand...

One: Wearing pyjamas out in public unless on a dare. Seriously - if you have slept in them they will be a little rank plus, I don't need to see you walking around town like you're someone so cool cause you're still wearing your pyjamas. There is no real excuse for you to still be in your pj's after you've got up!

Two: People who start drinking at the arse crack of dawn on a Wednesday. Seriously? Unless you got a promotion or are a student you have no excuse...especially if you are on any form of welfare...

Three: Being so politically correct that you are technically lying. You know what I mean.

Four: Jeggings...or any form of tights not worn with a long shirt or dress. (And by long I mean it has to cover your arse and crotch) I don't like walking down the street and seeing camel toe left right and centre...not cool. Also, tights don't necessarily make you look slimmer, ladies...FYI. I'm a curvy girl and I can guarantee that doesn't work!

And number Five: Expecting me to understand that the reason you didn't do your homework was because there was too much writing involved...It's an essay...for English...what the hell do you expect to do? I'm sorry you don't like English but it's the language that we speak here and, if you want to succeed, you do need to try!

And so ends my rather random rant. (Alliteration...damn it...I've become a teacher.) Actually, I meant to have another post up earlier but I had to write more reports/letters/lessons/notes. Then daylight savings hit and I have been all over the place.

Also, I have been writing extremely bad rhyming poetry and making up my own musicals...thankfully the end of term is close!

Until next time...

In which I confess something...

I am ashamed to admit this but I recently had to face an addiction. It was something I did just because I was bored. It was something so mind numbing that I actually found it a fun kind of relief. I would rush home at the end of the school day, desperate to continue in my addiction. I would watch my little farmer wander around the farm, harvesting crops and animals. I waited, patiently, for my XP points to rise higher and higher. But yesterday I realised that it wasn't healthy...hell, it wasn't even fun!

That's right, folks, I played Farmville...like millions of others. I had my crops on the grow and my buildings slowly being erected all over the place.* It wasn't until yesterday, however, that I realised how much of my precious time I wasted making sure my 'virtual' crops didn't wither. So, as of 5pm-ish yesterday, the 23rd of September, I finally blocked the application and have not looked at it since.

I actually have been hanging my head in shame at the amount of time that I spent on that site. It's not a bad game or anything but I realised that I have more books to read and more films to watch. Also, I grew up on a freaking farm so why the heck did I want to play on one virtually. Not to mention, I can devote more time to my blogging and writing. Oh Farmville, you enabler of procrastination you!

Phew...I feel better after admitting that.

*Feel free to laugh at this. I sure as hell did...

In which I have a craptastic day...

I've tried to write a post all day today and every time I start I get three sentences in then get annoyed, throw my hands up in disgust and wander away to read A Game of Thrones or do something other than grumble and moan. Today has not been a great day mood wise. It is rather appropriate that I'm reading the above book at the moment because here in little old New Zealand winter is definitely coming.

Normally, I love winter. I love scarves and gloves (especially the fetching pair of mittens that my good friend knitted me - I'm all sixes and sevens when it comes to knitting but this girl can knit circles around everyone I know!) I love winter coats and hats but, most of all, I love winter in the UK. There is something about walking around central London all bundled up seeing the Christmas lights and drinking mulled wine or winter Pimms. In my hometown it just gets cold and soggy. Very soggy. Sure there are some beautiful frosts and the days tend to be rather beautiful but there is something missing. Maybe it's just me missing 'home'.

Anyway, as far as Mondays go, this one was pretty terrible and I take full responsibility. I just found myself having a foul day and, unfortunately, it got progressively worse until I removed myself from general humanity to hide in all my foul glory. It was just one of those days were anything that could go wrong did go wrong. I miscalled an important number and made an arse of myself. I snapped at people who didn't deserve to be snapped at and I kept dropping things and tripping over things.

I think the best way to describe my feelings for today is through this link to the witty and wonderful Hyperbole and a Half:
Sneaky Hate Spiral Go on, click it. You know you want too...She's brilliant.

So, I'm going to leave you with this rather lacklustre post while I go and drown my sorrows and hide until the spiral is gone and it's no longer Monday...

Oh here's a music clip just cause I need to listen to some good music