The dentist removes his fist from my rectum...... now....

Fuck! Six cavities! FUCK!

*ahem*

Six cavities, at $95 dollars a pop, plus a cleaning and scaling or something for $75. I am SCREWED. I got none of it done today, of course, too poor, but Jesus H Christ that's a lot of money. I thought the uni dentist was supposed to be cheap?!

I rang Brisbane Dental Hospital about the free dental they supposedly provide if you have a health care card, but unless it's emergency pain-relief dental the waiting list is 18 months. Yes, you read correctly- 18 fucking months! Sweet Jesus.

I got all emo in the dentist chair too, after he told me how many cavities. Fucking me being fucking emo, don't cry at the fucking dentist losergirl! *ahem*

GARRRRRRH.

m

Hate and hate Friday, redux...

Also hating on:

The portion of my gum that is weirdly swollen and painful.

My oddly sticky crusty eyelids in one eye.

The fact that I put my neck out in the process of looking in the mirror this morning.

ARGH.

m

Hate and hate Thursday/Friday...

So I'm pretty much the super bitch queen from hell this week. But only really quietly inside my head, or screaming abuse inside the car with the windows up, so it's only really bothering me. Anyway, you will get over it.

Things I Hate:

People Who Drive (that are not me)
Robbie Williams Fans (that are not me)
Robbie Williams (go home)
People who expect Robbie Williams to be a role model for children, and get all offended when he smokes on stage (He had a nipple tassle twirling Machine Gun Fellatio supporting his last show, singing Dirty Fucking Whore, for crying out loud!)
Boys who send lovely charming text messages about how much they want to see me, and then the next message is all short and brusque. (Okay, I don't really hate those, am just mildly annoyed at them)
Umm... okay, I got nothing.

Things I Like/Love

Cookie dough.
Chunky soup.
My bed.

In other news:

Lots of crying at the shrink today... in combination with intense crankiness, I better be getting my period or I am just a complete nutjob, which would be bad, and require an increase in my meds, which would = greasier skin. Nooo!

Saw Borat- meh schmeh. Was expecting a laugh riot, and was really only a laugh sit-in. Doh.


m

PS. No, I did not go to the Robbie Williams concert, but I am a fan. I have seen him twice before. Ner ni ner ner. I just want them to have their little concert not in my nice little area, but far away in Boondall where concerts belong. (Not at QEII either, I drive past there to get home from work, traffic badness.)

NEIN!

Hello, my name is mmqc and I am a trivial pursuit nazi.

Actually, fuck that, I don't want a 12 step program to cure me, I can't STAND it when people bend the rules!

I agree that some allowances should be made- we had some Swiss people playing, fair enough for them to not have to get the references to Australian pop culture- that's fine.

However, the person who is currently in the lead by two pie pieces, doesn't need help by having his THIRD guess in a category (European islands) accepted. The first answer out of your mouth is your answer, no second chances- none of this fucking "Corsica..." *waits for sign from questioner* "Britain...." *waiting* "Iceland?" "YES!"

GOD THAT IS SO ANNOYING. Fucking cheaters. *ahem*

I had other Trivial Pursuit things to rant about, but that was the one that stuck in my head.

Also, the Bottlo didn't have any Double Blacks, (I KNOW!) so I had to settle for Smirnoff Tropical flavoured Twist, or whatever it's called. Awful. Like drinking sunscreen, my mate described it.

My mate was completely hammered, so wouldn't sleep when most of the rest of us wanted to, which means I haven't had much sleep. He also kept touching me, which I generally hate- for some reason I often don't even like my friends touching me, unless I'm in the mood. I'm weird, I know.

Dinner tonight with mumsy, I know, I am such a good daughter. My mummy loves me, and I her. Unlike Steph I don't have the balls to let my mum read my blog, but mostly because she would do something embarrassing like get a blogger profile just so she can leave comments about how much she loves her little schnookie wookums. (Okay, maybe she doesn't call me that but you get the idea.)

I know, I know, I have the awesomest mum in the world. Even if she does always leave slightly affronted voicemails when I don't answer her calls, even though I've told her I almost never answer anybody's calls because
a) my phone is perpetually on silent
b) it goes to voicemail in like two seconds, and this doesn't bother me enough to change and
c) well I hate talking on the phone anyway. So there.


Anyway... lunch is calling meeeee.

m

NB: Picture pinched from StuffOnMyCat (surprise!)- check out the first pic on the stuff on my cat page- some guy used it to propose to his girlfriend! OMGS!

TV Based Idiocy

Today, on Today Tonight: Tests unfairly advantage children who are BETTER PREPARED for them through tutoring. *cue shock and horror*

Tommorrow, on Current Affair: Icebergs are big. And pretty. And cold.

Guh.

m

Love and Hate Tuesday

Love: Damien Rice's fantastic cover of 'When Doves Cry' on Triple J's Like a Version CD. You must get this!

Hate: Centrelink. See below.



Dear Centrestink,

I know that I don't fit in your tight little box, with my apparently hugely complex academic arrangements. Which, while irritating, is something I can deal with However, I've been having a pretty shit time this semester, what with being diagnosed with Bipolar II and trying to get my psychiatric shit together, so I had to withdraw from uni.

This, as you'd understand, was pretty stressful- I am pretty dissappointed that I couldn't complete the semester, and am feeling generally stressed and not too impressed with myself about the whole failing and the being a crazy person thing.

Consequently, when I recieved a phone call from you guys today, telling me that because I withdrew, I can't get Youth Allowance over the holidays, even though I am going back to uni next semester just like everyone else, I was, understandably more than a little bit pissed.

To make matters worse, you want me to go onto Newstart allowance, which is weird, since as far as my university is concerned, I'm still a fulltime student, and as far as my job is concerned, I am definitely not a jobseeker. Newstart also won't pay me for the three weeks I'm in New Zealand, which kind of fucks up that whole "rent" thing I'm doing. I know I know, your hands are tied by rules and regs, I understand that. However, I have to say, I don't give a shit, and while your hands are tied I'd like to take the opportunity to take hold of them, bend you over, and jam a very large pineapple in that tight little box of yours. Okay?

/end rant

m