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Friday, November 23
I knew it would be worth having voice mail I finished my maths exam today (3 hours of numbers and graphs. No thanks), walked out into the sunshine, greeted with comments of, 'Oh-my-god-I-totally-fucked-that-oh-my-god-!' and 'I actually think I did quite well... Well I do!', turned my mobile on to call my parents, and was sorely interrupted. - Di deee doo dee doo doo diiii doo - (that was a ring-tone impersonation) It was my voicemail. 'Hi... Amy! It's Jody here from Angus and Robertson, I'd appreciate it if you could give me a call back as soon as possible. The phone number is **** ****, thanks.' Woah, major panic stations. I don't want a job! Sure, I applied for some, but I was ready to kick back and have a relaxing summer break, remember? I managed to convince myself on the walk to the car that I didn't want the job, nor would I accept it if it was offered. I called them back when I got home, and Jody asked me in for an interview this afternoon. She sounded really pleasant, nothing like the Spawn of Satan, my old supervisor. So I pulled myself together, put on my lucky silver snake necklace, and went to the interview. And you know what? Jody and her assistant manager were really nice. They asked odd questions too, like 'If you could be a fruit, which would you be and why?' So Bank Managers have a bad rap. My dad's actually an okay person, you know, he does his job well and he's not dirty and messed up and a money-grabbing thief. I don't understand why people hate bank managers so much. Banks, yes. But not bank managers. The general consensus was that Jody had 15 more people to interview over today and tomorrow, and that they were only going to offer up 2 casual positions. But the hours sounded okay, less than 30 a week, and hell, it'd be in a book store! I figure if I get it, I'm meant to have it. And if I miss out, then all the better for me having some much needed r&r. In other news, Crawfy gave me my birthday/christmas present today. A book explaining the meanings of dreams. Crawfy, you. are. a. champion. It's fantastic, I can't believe you thought of something so... me. You're fantastic. Thankyou. And I hope you have a great 17th too, on the 1ST OF DECEMBER! I'd sing 'Happy Birthday', but I don't think it'd transfer too well into written dialogue. But have a great one, buddy. 
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Thursday, November 22 Right now I KNOW I should be doing revision for my Modern History exam this afternoon. But honest to god, who really wants to read chapters from an over-blown out of date text book about Australian History between 1901 and 1941, when they can be lazing around doing shit all? It's the first day of exam block, meaning it's the first day of my holidays really. So I have to go into school to do some exams over the next few weeks, so what? I can sleep in every day, therefore I must be on holidays. I noticed lately that my collection of music has been leaning way too close to depressing pop-rock, so I took it upon myself to buy the new Britney CD yesterday. I need to have something I can dance to when I'm feeling good. It's kinda hard to dance to Alex Lloyd and Travis, so Britney it is. And suprisingly, the CD is really great. Not poppish at all, it has a real edge to it. I think Justin Timberlake, of 'Nsync fame, describes the sound as 'Dirty Pop', and he'd be right. It's awesome. If you want a good cd to dance and muck around to, Britney Spears' 'Britney' is the one. I got thinking about presents after posting about it yesterday, and just the whole 'giving' thing in general. Every year, my gran and pa give me $50 - 30 for my birthday, and 20 for Christmas. My Grandma, on the other hand, being on a pension, can only manage to give me $20 - 10 for my birthday, and 10 for Christmas. Don't get me wrong, I couldn't care less about the money considering I make more than that in a fortnight, but I wonder how my Grandma must feel, knowing that she's being outdone every year by $30. Wow, I'm easily bought.
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Wednesday, November 21 And so this is Christmas My favourite time of year. I heard them playing Christmas carols today, while I was buying Kirsti the last part of her birthday present. Made me smile for no apparent reason to on-lookers. Actually I think, while walking around looking like an escaped lunatic, an old lady wearing paisely gave me a weird look. ME. And she was wearing paisely. I've decided, seeming I'm not burdened with 40 hour work weeks up to Christmas, that I'll sit back and relax. I'll do the Christmas cooking. I'll get a tan. I'll start swimming again. I'll get my drivers licence (I've been able to get it since June and I haven't even opened the 'Learners Guide' yet... woops). I'll start reading again, previously a favourite past time but not something I've been able to do of recent years due to work. It's nice. I've always loved Christmas, always obsessed over it and adored it and looked forward to it all year every year. But it's been difficult to work up enthusiasm for something that requires me to work such lengthy hours every day. Now I'm free from the slave chamber formerly known as Coles, I can look forward to Christmas again. And it feels fantastic. Quick reminder. Today is Wednesday the 21st. My moved-forward birthday is on Sunday the 2nd.
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So the problems begin My email refuses to work. My comments refuse to work. Britannica 2002 refuses to work. SimCity (Only the most important thing on the computer) refuses to work. Ever since my sister downloaded the new version of MSN Messenger, things have been out of whack. But you know what? Frigging Messenger works, doesn't it? Bloody hell.
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Conversations, hesitations in my mind 'Does getting with a guy mean you're not a virgin anymore?' Sadly, I was 14 once. Thankgod I wasn't that dumb.
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Tuesday, November 20 In answer to... Chris, I guess I should give a rough description of myself. And I'm working on a webcam, by the way. I'm thinking about buying one with my Annual Leave payout. Woohoo, $400! Anyway. I'm gonna do this here just in case the darling comments decide to stop working again. Wouldn't that be a surprise. So there you go, Chris. An over-blown self-indulgent description of me. In other news, my friend Jess, who started work at the same time as me way back in 1999, just found out I resigned. I think she was upset, considering she rang me from Schoolies and the mobile bill would've cost a fortune. Talk about making someone feel guilty, 'Amy Clarke you bitch, you can't desert me, we're at that hell hole together!' Ross, if you lived closer, I'd have you too babe! Mwah!
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Monday, November 19 Sunshine on a rainy day Mum says that the isolator index, that which interpolates storm frequencies and other weather data, has been steadily gaining points since September. What does that mean, exactly? The amount of storms we're expected to get this summer have gone through the roof. Look at it this way. I've been having a great day, as it happens, whether or not my comments feel like working. And it's not like anything tremendous happened, it was just nice talking to my friends and feeling un-stressed. Nik and I straightened a few things out, without putting anything into verbal admittance. I guess you could say we just started talking again, and it's great. I've noticed since her boyfriend's been away she's been a lot easier to get along with. Kate stopped me on my way home from my last class. She came skipping out, arms wide open, from the Social Sciences block. 'Ammmmmmzzzzzzzziiiiieeeeeee!!!' Ahh yes, having a great day. I should also apologise for the lack of posts, or should I say, quality posts. I hate writing about day-to-day events because they're boring, unneccessary. It's just nothing out of the ordinary has happened lately. I'll start taking notes. Promise.
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