It's all about me....pt.2

THINGS I WHINGE ABOUT

Dangerous driving. I can handle people driving too slowly, or stealing your park in a shopping centre carpark, or blocking you in when you're parallel parking. Yeah, its rude, but I can deal with it. What REALLY shits me is the following....


a) When you are ahead of someone and the lanes merge and they accelerate to pull in front of you. It is incredibly dangerous and just plain ignorant. It makes me wanna run them off the road.
b) Tailgaters. How hard is it to leave 2 seconds between you and the car in front?!! It really isn't difficult. And yet, 95% of large car drivers tailgate. And even worse, get RIGHT UP YOUR ASS before changing lanes, which is dangerous and (at night when they have headlights as bright as the AAMI Stadium lights) rude as well. It's invariably Commodore and Falcon drivers and anyone driving a turbo charged heap of crap because they think that because they have a V6 and more power than they should be allowed to have, they have to make the most of it by speeding all the time.

c) People that change lanes RIGHT before a red traffic light. Most of us sensible drivers judge correct braking distance. When idiots do that, you're forced to rely on having new tyres and new brakes instead - it's unnecessary and puts people at risk. Prepare AHEAD OF TIME, people!!!

I get serious road rage from idiots like that. And anyone who has travelled with me driving probably knows this already.

Kids at school who don't wear deodorant. The year 8 boys smell really bad. I walked into school band practice the other day an hour after the last class had left and the lingering B.O. smell from the previous class hit me like a ton of bricks. My boss said she's so used to it, she doesn't even notice it anymore. How could she not notice it? I swear the smell has legs!


Incorrect grammar and punctuation. Some people get paid to make signs for a living. So you'd think that signwriting companies would employ people with SOME SEMBLANCE of grammatical and punctuation competency. If I see another pizza sign where they've written "2 Pizza's for $10", I'll force feed them the bloody thing. How hard is it to proof read, or if you're not sure, to ask someone? I don't think primary schools are working hard enough to make sure that children learn this. My primary school did. We didn't spend much time on it. But it was enough. But now, there are kids that don't know the difference between 'there, their and they're" and it's infuriating. It's really not that hard.

People whose vocal inflections sound as if every sentence is a question. Munnalita on The Biggest Loser spoke this way. It drove me BATTY! There must be a school for this somewhere - too many people do this.

Children. All children should be born at age 12. Although that would really hurt.....The End.

It's all about me...pt.1

THINGS I LIKE:

Coffee. Yes, yes, yes, I had to put this first. And only because all of you would be expecting me to anyway (ie. those of you who said I talked about nothing but coffee all the time we were in Melbourne. he he...). For those of you that know me well, I am a grumpy heinous bitch in the morning before my coffee. I have a sign on my fridge: I wrote a poem about coffee in my third year writing class at Flinders University. Everybody laughed at me.

Men's shoulder blades. I know, it's a bit random but there's nothing more sexy than the toned muscles on a guy's back right next to the shoulder blade (I don't know what it's called).

Most girls will check out an ass or perhaps a six pack but no, not me. I guess I'm a freak of nature.

All things clarinet-y. It's tough being a clarinet nerd. Whenever I meet someone new at the con and they ask me what I play, I watch as the interest fades from their eyes and their attention drift away to ANYTHING BUT TALKING TO ME when I say "clarinet". Now if I said "saxophone", suddenly their ears prick up. But clarinet, poor clarinet, is such a geeky instrument.

But with all its inconsistencies of intonation and evil reeds and the damn altissimo register, it's one of the most versatile, agile instruments around and it kicks ass.

Being a band nerd. I don't see what's wrong with it. Movies like American Pie pay the SHIT out of band kids but I find most of it to be a load of bollocks. Yes, playing in bands means you have to be somewhat obsessive and a lot of players don't do much else. But it's fun, challenging, and most of all, I have made some of the best friends I could ever have in bands. There's something about playing music together in that kind of environment that brings people really close together. (Although band camp or tour does help in that capacity....he he he). And if you play in a band 3 or 4 times a week, you're never that lonely which, I can tell you, beats watching Eddie Maguire on 1 vs 100 or whatever other crappy semi-entertainment. If its a choice between playing marches and watching Big Brother, bring on Standard of St George any day!

The smell of the earth just before it rains, thunderstorms and sunshowers. I love that earthy smell of the ground preparing itself for rain. Once it starts to rain, well then it's just friggin annoying. But that smell is awesome. As for lightning, I love sitting outside watching thunderstorms - we don't get them nearly enough in Adelaide. Although we don't get tornados either but this picture is COOL!

Reminds me of just how incredibly powerful our little blue planet is. I could be a meteorologist....if it wasn't so science-y and I wasn't completely useless at that stuff.

The sound of my cat's purr. I have two cats (although theoretically, neither of them are mine) and they are the completely the opposite. One meows really loudly (almost irritatingly noisily) but can't purr....she just snuffles. The other only squeaks - can't meow - but purrs like a lawnmower. She should have been named 'Victa'. I love the sound of a contented cat, even though five seconds later, the cow scratches me or bites me when she finally lulls you into a false sense of security.