La La Lie

So when you start to think that your life is really really crap, you hear about someone else's. And I laughed when I heard the news. Hard. Without remorse.

I mentioned a while ago about that friend who crashed his car into our security gate. Well, this week he was speeding back to Sydney in his rental car (he had to get his car fixed after the crash) when he was caught doing 45 over the limit. So, he got his license suspended right there and then. He called Sheenal to get her to pick him up, about over an hour out of this town. And she hardly ever gets angry, but man this was the worst I've ever seen her. She went to pick him up and they left his rental car stranded. He was also on his green P's, and I thought it was weird cause he's about 24. That's because this isn't the first time he's completely lost his license. Then, just before, Sheenal 'updated' me with his situation. So now he's also been fired from his job that he came out here to do, and he's moving back to Sydney. All in all, a pretty shit month for him, where he crashed his car, had to pay for the car and fences, he injured his leg, lost his license, and has been fired. Oh yeah, and he told me his girlfriend had recently broke up with him to travel across Europe. Probs to slut it up with the Europeans.

Sheenal said he wants to stay at our house for a couple of days before he moves back to Sydney while he waits for his car to be fixed. But she's genuinely scared he's going to accidentally burn our house down or something. Sheenal: 'Bad luck follows him'. So now it has come down to me having coincidentally becoming very sick overnight that I've been to the hospital and my parents are going to be down from Melbourne. And that they don't like me being friends with boys or something. There is a slight twinge of sympathy for him. But not as great as my finding the situation hilarious.

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I think I'm a naturally paranoid person, who's easy to scare, but there's been a few genuinely strange things that have happened in the house I'm renting this year. Sheenal's window is always opening by itself, and it needs to be pushed up. It could be something like suction, but it creeped us out a bit the first few times, especially when she said she could hear it at night. Secondly, Sheenal came but from holidays a few days earlier than Wendy and I and her guests needed to use our bathroom but the door was locked. She had to use a knife to unlock it because she didn't have the keys. And lastly, the garage door keeps rolling open by itself. Again, could just be the roller doors malfunctioning, but now that means we have to hope for the four month holidays that it does not open. But the locking of the bathroom door is what was the most strange. I'm probably just paranoid, right?

Can We Chill

I gotta learn how to say 'Sorry' properly. Cheesy, but the truth.

This Ain't Sex

So the past two weeks of 'holidays' had me doing placement with a Dietician (who worked part time in her parent's fish and chip shop) and a Diabetes Educator (who had diabetes herself). I didn't realise how crappily they treated me at the pharmacy work experience I had in year 10 until I had this placement. The dietician and I ended up talking mostly about movies and in particular, Twilight. It made me think how I will never ever treat a work experience kid as crappy as they did to me when I was in year 10. I remember trying to watch the pharmacist making a cream on a slab, and as I looked at him, he looked up at me as if to say 'What the eff are you looking at?' And not to mention the horrible shop girls.

Erugh... anyway, it was pretty good placement, met a few interesting patients. I didn't realise how much you can tell when someone has depression. Some people hide it well, and others are consumed. There was a lady who has had clinical depression for about 22 years, and it's horrible to think that someone can live through that many years with it. And there were the obese people who were clearly forced to be there, and after they left, the dietician would make a horrible face and bitch about them. All in all, pretty entertaining.

And finally, back in ye olde country towneth.