Saturday, May 25, 2002

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Secrets and Shadows
So, here I am, wasting away another sunday, trapped in an office at Harvey Normans. There's barely anything going on. Boring like. A few customers, and I'm.. I don't know. For reasons I cannot yet reveal, I'm just in the groove. I'm the mood, I'm smooth, I'm confident. It's all good baby. I could sell a Toaster to a loaf of Bread the way I'm feeling.

Though, despite the happy high, I'm fending off what I assumed was the tail end of the Flu, but has since been suggested to be a Sinus infection.
Fun.

However, my ear which was gunky for about 3 days straight is now.. Less gunky. It keeps clearing up semi-frequently, so I think my bodies much vaunted immune system is finaely getting the better of this whole thing.
Good, it's a beautiful day to be alive and I don't want to be sick.

You know, I've just glanced back and realised I never did a Yoda report on the new Star Wars. Incidentally, on a Work Night, I was persuaded to cue up for 2+ hours for a movie that was screening at midnight. After the movie, I also.. From memory had to drop Ben and Mark home. This ended in some crappy feeling the next day. But I drift...
Episode 2: Attack of the Paedophiles was a steep improvement over Episode 1: The Jar-jar Menace. Jar jar, as promised, got very little screen time. There was lots of Jedis, some bad ass Bounty hunting (BOBA FETT IS NOT A CURLY HAIRED 12 YEAR OLD, DAMN YOU GEORGE! DAMN YOU!) lots of light saber action, and even Yoda.. Yes, the muppet with a speech impediement, got his game on.

You know something else I've noticed? I've been checking, aviadly (Misspelt?) the other attendants of Silva's parties Blogs, and yet.. Nadda. I'm still the only person to post on it... Bizarre. Ah well, I guess everyone else isn't stuck at work on a Sturday or Sunday and bored outta their minds... They're probably out having fun. Bah. Humbug...

Don't you hate it when you've got something you really want to tell everyone about, but you can't?

I'm all disjointed now.. Dunno why... But I think I'll go. Maybe my next post will be a bit more interesting.

At least I'm happy.
And nervous.

Boom, Baby.
--Kiljoy
"How... Awwkward...."
posted by Unknown at 5/25/2002 10:39:00 PM [edit]

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Friday, May 24, 2002

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A night of Mystery and swords
So, the queen mega bomb geek girl role model formerly known as Katy is turning 17.
So she has a party, right?
Right.
But like, not a normal party, oh no. There was jewellery and dressing up, and that's just me... It was a Murder mystery party.
Now, in case any of you end up doing this, I won't reveal to much... Except that the ending was bent, and I was the Duke.
As the Duke, I got to wear jewellery, kindly donated by my dads connection to the Free masons. Incidentally, I can only promise protection from the coming secret Freemason take over to those who pay me great sums of money. But moving along.. I had a dinner suit, I had a sash, a necklace thing.. I even had a sword. A really SHINY sword. Huh, huh? Who doesn't want a sword? Huh?!?
*Ahem*

So, seeing as I can't tell you who did it (It was the Butler! It's always the Butler.) I guess that makes this report pretty boring, or short at least. So, who attended this galla (How do you spell that word?) ball? Katy, Glen, Jane, Dwight, Amanda, Simon, Emily and Myself. Everyone looked fabulous, of course. The ladies especially, of course.
And we all had a jolly old time.

After the murderer thing was all over, we all, somewhat quietly, piled up to Katy's room to watch Metro. Katy and Simon took Katys bed. Dwight got stuck on the floor. And on the futton thingy, we managed to squeeze (From left to right) Glen, Jane, Amanda, Emily and me. So we all buckeled down, watched ourselves some TV with varying degrees of comfort. I'd previously swapped outta my jewllery and dining suit in favor of my new leather jacket under the blatant guise of showing it off. Not too far from the end, Emily's father showed up and she had to leave. Given another... Half hour? The movie came to it's climax of fiery explosions, and I left promptly.

So now, here I am, sitting at work on a good 4 hours sleep. But I feel fine, pretty much. In fact, I'm even bordering on a antural high... *Shrug*

And that, my friends, is that.

--A very sleep deprived and crazy Kiljoy
"Naked in Tahiti"
posted by Unknown at 5/24/2002 10:03:00 PM [edit]

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