The Ramblings of Elyse

I started this month on fire.

It was a serious problem...

That was a bad joke.

Now, anyway, I did start this month with thousands of blog posts and a dream to end April with more posts than any other month... or at least more posts than 2008.
I did that, or I think I did, I don't think 2008 had all that many posts to begin with but that's not the point.

Anyway, and then so I was on fire until time crept up with me and took me out and then mocked me with sickness.
Please refer to the vlog of delirium, which has been viewed as "Hilarious", I just wrote Elyse there, so you know Elyse and Hilarious totally interchangeable.
Tell your friends "Oh em gee... You are so totally Elyse". Don't say that to me though, because I'll look at you strangely and then ask if you are high because I am Elyse. What up?
Though, yeah, so I've slowed down due to the sickness and breakdown that appeared in the consequence of the sickness and exams. Yeah, I've had 7 exams in the past three days and needed to actually study.

Study takes time.
I really forgot how much time study takes.
That's a lie... I've never studied before, yeah, time consuming!


So, I'm currently at work... working hard as it was.
I have some plans for some blog posts in the future.

I can list them as:
*Elyse's Review of Glee
*What the hell is with the music of Glee? That has a larger rant attached.
*Snix Request: High School Music- What's up with that? (And Spoiler Alert: Not a fan)

That pretty much concludes my list at the moment.
I do take requests, I will rant on length about any topic.

Good times.
Next time, I'll write something properly.

If anyone is curious, my invoice for this week is dated the "30rd of April". Nice.

It came to the realisation a little while ago, when I got sent one of those emails that are all "You know you are old when... "

And it occured to me, just how many people I know that are teachers.
No, not just studying to be teachers, but actual "why did they put you in front of a classroom because it didn't seem that long ago when you were 12".

Ok, that last part is a lie.
But if really hit home when I was in the car with one of my friends and we were talking about her classes, ok, it was more specifically how bad at writing her class was. Then it was like, dude, when did this happen?

I remember when you made fun of my for a year because our first conversation involved me swearing at you. It was a year later that she apologised because it was in fact, the SECOND question of the sharegroup, that I swore in.
The person who I rightfully declare stranger than me, but alas, in charge of corrupting the minds.

I don't remember how I old I was, but it was the point where I had more friends that were teachers then students and it was like, dude, I am old.
That being said, the stories of teachers are much more hilarious than students.

But that is just a bit of pretense for what this is about.
On Twitter I follow 1000 Awesome things and I love it, because of things like number 974 on the list.

High Tens.
And when thinking about it, it's like, yeah, High Tens ARE awesome!
The thing that makes it truly art, is this description:

First off, higher chance of looking stupid: You throw a high five up there and no one answers it, no problem. You just put your hand nonchalantly back in your pocket, scratch your head, or swipe it through the side of your hair, Fonzie-style. No one notices you covered it up and all is well. But you throw a high ten up there and you get left hanging? Well now you just look foolish — like you’re trying to get the wave started at your kid’s T-ball game or just airing out your pits.

I'm a big fan of the high five.
Love it!
I have one friend who I like high five all the time in conversation, Ok, it's McFly... Who we need to peer pressure into getting a blog so I can talk about her and shamelessly promote the blog. Come on bro, you know you want in on some of that action.

Now, McFly, loves to deny my high five action when she doesn't agree with the call. Yes, I have stood there with my hand out there waiting as she death stared my raised hand.
That happens surprisingly often...
I don't think that it helps that I go in knowing my high five won't be met with the high five action.

But the High Ten...
The HIGH TEN!

It is awesome! Because it is a much more satisying result.
The clap at the end?
Yeah, that is we just did something awesome and we need to celebrate.

Now, I can talk about the stuff in the book of awesome all the time, because it is a list of things that ARE awesome, but when you think of awesome things, they aren't the first thing that come to mind.

Yeah, I love a high ten moment, but it's not going to be something that when someone goes to me "Think of some awesome things in your life".

It's not on that list.
Then again, I got nothing for that list.
But it's not the point.

So, I was hanging on Twitter, as I so often do when I'm at work and umm... working hard.
For the record, I make a lot of dubs of stuff, so I generally have a dub on while I'm doing stuff at my desk so I'm able to multi task with the being on the internet.
You leave my justification out of this!

When I read today's awesome thing. That Teacher.

Nothing make me tears up more like inspiriational stories.
When I was in New York, I went to some sporting museum thing near Wall St... It might have been on Wall St.
They had a montage of something about how sporting teams bring people together and communities together. Something about the NFL team in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, as well as something about the wives of soliders in Iraq playing some kind of sport.
It was a montage! ABOUT BRINGING PEOPLE TOGETHER! Through sports!

It was then I discovered that I can't watch that stuff without tearing up.
It was inspirational! Montage!

Yeah, I'm pretty sure you can get me the most ridiculous montage and put some slow inspiring music with some interviews about how together people are and I'd lose it a little bit.

I get that feeling a lot when I read the Awesome thing, but the teacher thing was awesome because it had the email from the teacher going "hey, I think I taught you" and dude, that shit is awesome.

The everlasting memory I'll have of teachers is of my yr 11 and 12 English teacher, who made despise English in new and exciting ways.
I walked out of school convinced I could not write and that whatever I wrote was terrible, I still often think that but I've come to the conclusion, it's not actually true.
I think it came to the point when my boss asked me to write something for the show and I said "but I can't write, why would you get me to do that?" and he just said "who told you you couldn't write?"
And the answer is, I'm not sure, but it's a belief I picked up somewhere along the way and it's only been a recent thing where I've tried to break it.
It was pretty much last week where I realised just how wrong I was when it occured to me, I've never failed an assignment, I have a degree and I've never failed an assignment. I've also never proofread an assignment. As soon as I've finished writing, I print and hand out. The only times I've editted where on group assignments where I called the role of editor and even that, it was never my own work.
So I must do ok for that not to happen.

I have thought about school too much recently and I'm not entirely sure what.
I think it's that next week I'm going to dinner with my two school friends and it's weird.
The are the only two people I see that I went to school with and I see them every 3 to 6 months and it's also generally the three of us. Only thing is those two are total besties.
They know EVERY thing about each other's lives and I'm just there with my witty repoirte and sarcastic commentaries about the drama. My life has no direct drama, I just get caught in the peripheries of it.
That being said, I stopped organising stuff with them a long time ago and it's nice to know that even when things don't really fit and it won't be the same, that every now and then I get a message saying "let's go get dead cow" and it always features dead cow, just for me.
So, I'm conflicted with it.

I feel very odd discussing school stuff since it was so long ago, but I'm sure I'll get over it.

I'm not sure how tangent filled this was, for me, fairly light on.
Good times.

There has been a lot of Buffy lately.

There was another blog I've been meaning to write...

And dammit, I wasted all my good words on Buffy.


It is a sad day for my muse.

Maybe, just maybe it I wait long enough it will come back to me.

I ramble a lot, it's only recently that there have been some themes to these ramblings. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
I'm not the theme based person, I just sit at my computer open up a window and start typing.

I just hope for the best, which is generally insightful and life changing, but am happy with kind of amusing and filled the time, otherwise what else is the internet useful for?

I've been kind of worried lately, I think I've gone and got me a life.
I mean between the working and the studying I have no time! NO TIME! Today, I even tried to spend my break at uni napping and not harassing Rob in the library. What has become of me?

It's mainly the work.
For 2 weeks every three months, I have me a second job. It involves harassing people. It's funnily enough very similar how I got my current job. I think I must be very good at ringing people and getting information out of them.

This week is the survey week. It's also exam week. The exams I'm worried about are next week. That's not to say I'm not worried about tomorrow's exams, just less worried.
Panic never does any good.
Except if I feel a need for some attention, then well, WOO! PANIC!

Wow... that was bitter...

Umm...
So yeah...

This life thing.
It's new and confusing and I'm not sure I care for it.

How do I make it go away?

I was going to write this yesterday, but you know... work.

Yesterday was the second of November. It is a day that I'll forever be etched into my memory.

Mainly for one reason, 2004.
2004.

Yes, it was the day I finished my HSC. 13 years of school done and dusted and then to play the waiting game.

In '05, I went to court that day... or around abouts then. I won. I'm not allowed to talk about it.

It seems that November is the time for all the decision making.
The 2nd of November this year, I applied for a home loan, or atleast pre-approval.

I don't know how that will go. Nothing is really in my price range, so I'm not sure how that is going to work out at all.

The 2nd of November I also fixed up my enrollment forms.

It's just weird to think about it.

These are the days that mark significant events in the ticking of the boxes of growing up.

It's also interesting to note that I'm now worth more dead than alive.
That being said, I don't have a will, so at this point in time it goes to my parents... who don't read this, so ha, murdering me will not benefit any one financially!

Good to know.

Talking about good to know, I finally worked out how to spell financially and finance without spell check.
And that is awesome.

The day has come where I need to look at my life and go, "what the fuck Elyse?"

Then again, if I really asked myself, that isn't a sudden realisation. There is no great Epiphany.
There is no great moment where the secrets of the world will be revealed to me.

I've never really used this as the place to think about the world. In all honesty, that is not something I ever want to commit to text. These words will out last the moment, the feeling and more than likely me.
They will be forever locked into something that I may not know.

Today is petty cash day. I sit on my desk surrounded my receipts and the tin. Behind me there is cake, but petty cash day.
One of the highlights of my job here is that I was the one that brought balance to the petty cash. When I first started doing it, it would never add up and so things need to be taken away from it and now as a result I have about $35 of spare petty cash that I generally use to buy birthday cakes because our cake days never fall on days when I have petty cash.
Bringing balance to the petty cash tin. This is a highlight. I did what I had to. The entire thing is meant to balance.
The money taken out and the money received.

So much of stuff is meant to balance.
But it doesn't.
It's not uncommon to hear someone referred to as "unbalanced". Not completely together and all that.

Then the question remains, what is the ultimate aim?
Balance?
Balance on what scale?

What if there is no answer. Looking for the great answer. I don't think it exists.

Angel's epiphany was "If in the end nothing we do matters, then all we matters is what we do"
Sweeney Todd's is that "they all deserve to die".

Oh, epiphanys. They are a little crazy.
Is that even spelled correctly?

I don't know man. We'll see how it goes.

Once again, I should stop writing these at work when I keep getting distracted by work!
Oh, the pain of it all.

'til next time.
I may make more sense.

I really should look into doing something with this.

I'll work on a links thing.

I should also not do this at work.

So, I've tried using twitter. I just don't like it, plus as a rant who enjoys typing full words it doesn't work for me at all. I mean, my title is almost longer then what I'm allowed on Twitter. Yeah, I don't get the fuss and it's kind of hard to stalk other people and what use is a social network if not for stalking people?

I mean come on!

The internet is all about stalking, well, call it what you want.'
Facebook for starters, if you really wanted to stay in contact with people, you would have.

Well maybe not the internet, but social networks. In my facebook I have about 50 or so people I went to school with, most I haven't seen since school finished and if I have seen them it's been a chance meeting and sometimes we don't even acknowledge each other, though I always found that strange and it's not my fault if people run into me in Penrith on the way to uni and am not feeling socialable. It's a bus to Richmond where I have to wait around for an hour and a half. Wow, that was a while ago.

Other forms of internet things I'm all for, forums are awesome. The Forum obviously be the most awesome. May it rest in peace. I have nothing punny for that.

This is another blog coming at ya from work.
It is 4.38 and I'm the only person in the office.
Strange, but it makes me less paranoid.
We've lost the key to the office. I have spent the last hour looking for it.
Whoever lost it did a damn good job of it. We are also trying to work out WHO lost it, but have nothing.

On the reverse of all of that, I have a new computer to play with... at home. It's a MacBook and I need to adjust to all it's mac-ness.
I am calling it Mac, because most things need names and it is a Veronica Mars reference and named after Mac, because it's short for McKenzie. Word.
I'm not going to get a good chance to play with it before renew though because I have things to do on a computer I know and love for renew.
Making awesome nametags for one and then tomorrow night is finalising nametags and having a last meeting with James and then a music practise. Oh, I need to ring Jacob to get him to bring Felix so I have a guitar for said music practise. I'm really not up for taking Patrick Joe on the train really early.

Hmmm... writing crap. I've missed you.
'til next time non-existent readers (and procrastinating Davey!)

Elyse