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Totally A-list, totally tough!
HELLO! I am still here!
I always get anxious and a little bit spooked if I haven't written in my blog for awhile. And perhaps you, too, will be wondering where I have been. So, okay, here's the deal: yes, I've been busy, and yes, sometimes I worry that maybe you don't want to hear about the little things going on in my life (you know, the people who annoy me on the bus and whether I can afford a nice coffee this week, etc). But the main issue was this: for the first time EVER, I had something TRULY BLOG-WORTHY to write about. I went to my first A-list party, and suddenly, I had celebrities and cocktails and red carpets and hissy fits to write about. I was bursting with glittery gossip. But I spent AGES trying to think about whether I should write about it at all! Like, I know a girl's gotta take risks, but I don't fancy being 1) fired, or 2) sued for defamation. Damn all of these privacy issues! Damn my fear of the accessibility of the internet! In the case of Problem 1), well, I've heard way too many bloggy-horror stories of people being fired after their bosses have Googled them and found their blog, complete with unflattering boss stories. With Problem 2), my main excuse is that I'm just a big softie. I wouldn't like people writing mean things about me on the net. Maybe I'm too nice...I'm sure you would have all been amused by the short essay I wrote one day about why I think Lara Bingle is bad news for Australian women (it was very boring one day at work, you see). I discussed this dilemma (the A-list thing, not Lara-Bloody-Bingle) with my good friend Meiying. She said, "Why don't you start a new blog about it?" And I even considered starting up a monthly email with celebrity gossip in it. But, once again, Problem 1) and Problem 2) would raise their yucky heads. ANYWAY, I have spent so long going "will I, won't I" about writing about this A-list party that now it's late at night and I want to go to sleep, and I'll just have to settle for writing about the experience in my next post and keeping all the celebrities' names anonymous. And besides, if you've seen me or emailed me or sent me a message in a bottle in the past few weeks, you would have heard the story about a million times already!
My grandpa is back home now after a month in hospital! He came back yesterday. I made him a "Welcome Home" sign the night before, and it even had streamers attached to the bottom. I still find it wonderful and bizarre that he is back home. It's so strange that someone can be so sick, and then all of a sudden healed up and back on their feet. I mean, he is still in pain, but he's not horribly ill any more. So now, I am torn between staying here with my grandparents, and going back to live with my parents. It is very nice living with my grandparents- their suburb is very pretty, I can monopolise the TV (woo!), no-one plays "Eye of the Tiger" on the piano early in the morning, and of course my grandparents are lovely. On the other hand, I miss my mum and dad and siblings, I also miss our whizz-bang washing machine and the heated lights in the bathroom, and my church is just down the road from my old house. Also, those juvenile delinquents who smashed into my mum's car a few months ago have begun to muck up again, and I feel like I need to be back in my old 'hood to show 'em who's boss. Like, last Friday, I put on a big show of yelling and shouting and confiscating soccer balls after this kid (THE SAME KID WHO SMASHED MY MUM'S CAR!) kicked the aforementioned ball into our fence. The fence was made from indestructible Colorbond, but like, it's the whole PRINCIPLE of the thing, you know? First, Colorbond fences; next, windows; and then MY NOSE! And I don't want to have to get a nose job like Ashlee Simpson! And I figure, every neighbourhood needs a psycho screaming woman type to make sure everything stays in order. Every neighbourhood needs someone they can rely on to shout at the baddies and to call the police when they keep finding male underwear outside their house. And I figure, that psycho woman might as well be me. I mean, I may look no older than a year 10 student, but literally, I am old enough to be these kids' SCHOOL TEACHER. I swear, I am so tough that I could TOTALLY survive in New York City. Totally!
Tonight, Geoff took me out for coffee after I finished work. Well, I had my usual chai tea (served the silly English way, but who cares), and he had his hardcore strong black with no sugar. Before we even got to the ritual of looking at the cafe's magazines and pointing out who was too skinny (obvious- Nicole Richie) and who looked great flaunting her stuff (BRITNEY! Gotta love a woman with thighs!), Geoff excitedly asked me to close my eyes. He gave me a boxed DVD set of the first season of The Nanny! What a total sweetie! I'd been telling him how I'd wanted to buy some TV shows on DVD- I don't have the time lately to sit through whole movies. I TOTALLY LOVE The Nanny! I reckon that I am heaps like Fran Fine. Like, I am quite loud, and I love my fashion, and sometimes, I even have big hair. I work in a job that doesn't require a degree (even though I have one, but who cares). I also identify with her totally-foxy-fish-out-of-water feeling. Fran rocks!
Okay readers, it's time for bed for me! Wish me some sweet dreams!
Much love and affection,
Carla Gypsygirl xxx |