I’m posting these as I actually agree with them. Always good to recognise what life is really about…
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Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2 : The world won’t care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won’t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault, so don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they’ll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time..
Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.
Rumour is that I haven’t posted in ….. say 3 months? (2 months?) ….. and now i’m standing here while Lucy stands over me like a nagging mother (literally, it’s scary) threatening me all kinds of mortal pain if I don’t write something of certain caliber.
And I have five minutes before I have my next (marathon) meeting…. so let’s hope the caliber status is that of ‘gnat writing bullshit about his life for 5 minutes or less’….
So moving in with Jules has been great, great enough that it’s all felt far too relaxed. And yes Lucy is correct, 9pm sleepy-time followed by 5am-oh-my-god-what-the-fuck-am-i-consistently-waking-up-at-this-time for is pretty much the norm. With living with Jules has become, i’m sure, an unhealthy obsession with TV Shows on DVD. Scrubs, Greys (all three seasons), Dexter, Entourage, House, American Dad, Family Guy, Mash (don’t ask, it’s Jules!) are all on rotation and purchase schedule on a regular basis.
This means our unit looks like a dogs breakfast but we’re happy…. and yes, i’m fighting the urge to fix said dog’s breakfast by fastidiously cleaning… it’s the small progress items that keep me going on most days.
Work continues to challenge and interest me. While there are moment when I feel somewhat lost being in the role, I see more and more that the experience and two years of (dare I say it) grooming is showing me that my ability to adapt and change is important and is starting to show some returns.
I’ve asked politely, nagged, demanded, threatened and then out and out blackmailed Adam to update this damned site.
Instead it appears he is far too busy and important to write a few paragraphs here.
I threatened to post incriminating photos of him. Unfortunately when he behaves the worst I’m generally there with him. I threatened to post incriminating stories. Again, see above.
What I will say instead is since his 30th birthday his hair is going greyer at an incredibly fast rate and now his ears are sprouting hair. He goes to bed at 9:00 p.m. and gets up at 5:00 a.m. to *shudder* go to the gym and he eats a lot of steamed vegetables and grilled meats.
It’s a sad existence but he seems to be enjoying it.
So what I really wanted to say is if he doesn’t update by tonight the stories and photos are coming out.
So Adam, think of the world having to hear those stories and see those photos. Think of the children…………
I love that i’m living with my g/f now
I hate that i’ve spent a whole weekend moving in
I love that we bought a fucking enormous(!) TV on the weekend (bring us that Plasma goodness)
I hate that my credit card (with significant credit balance) is getting closer to having ‘no credit balance’
I love movers
I hate how much they charge for so little work
I love beer
I hate that beer is filled.with.damn.carbohydrates
For reasons that only those that are closest to me will know and for all the right reasons for me at this moment, I sit here at 10:30pm at night, amazingly happy with my life….. with tear streaming down my face as I post this.
With that in mind, I see that even those who know me well don’t always know why i’m prone to such emotion. Maybe it’s just because i’ve had to dig my way through a lot of shit, seen a lot of great times and had a lot of stuff happen that could have left me broken.
But life is about adversity, it’s about setting yourself challenges far bigger than yourself, and forgiving yourself for the mistakes that you will inevitably make.
It’s about love, and friendship, family and the occassional good argument.
Below i’m going to show you two minutes from Season 6, Episode 19 of Scrubs, titled ‘My Cold Shower’ which will attempt to encapsulate all of my emotion, all of my tears and all of my happiness by way of YouTube.
And if you don’t know why i’m sitting here crying, that’s OK to.
It was on a couch in Paris, with my girlfriend, that I first saw this 30 minute episode of this simply amazing show. And it was the reason I have absorbed six full seasons of it in less than a month….
And for reasons that i’m not prepared to share with you just yet, it felt like this great realisation had passed through me when I watched it with her.
Unlike the 2 minutes you’re about to see, I have no intentions of letting the girl of my dreams get away.
For Christmas one year I bought my boyfriend (the one before Peter) a PlayStation which cost me a bloody fortune. He then went out and bought a heap of games to go with it. Three weeks after Christmas we broke up and when he wasn’t at home, I went around to see his father (who thought I was just perfect – a real little angel :)), saw the PlayStation sitting on the floor and said to his father “I think I’ll take that”. He replied, “After the way he has treated you, he doesn’t deserve it” and he helped me pack it into the box which was still sitting in the corner of the room.
The next day I ran in to the boyfriend I had before the arsehole above and he mentioned that he was off to buy a PlayStation – “Well what do ya know”, I said. “I happen to have a three week old one in the back of the car if you want to buy it”. I sold it to him for the full price I paid!!
After this I wrote a note to my ex and told him that if he wanted to know where his PlayStation was he should contact …
Now, I don’t want you to get the wrong impression, I am lovely – just ask me…
Stolen ever-so-eloquently from Lucy, I am going to write my 2008 Mission Statement.
1. I will lose 7.5 - 10 kilos (let’s be honest, I probably won’t get down to 85, so let’s be realistic)
2. I will run a marathon
3. I will turn 30 (pretty much inevitable, but hey, i’m just glad to be making it to 30)
4. I will move back to Sydney
5. I will travel a lot back to Brisbane
6. I will get 7 digits into debt
7. I will move in with the girl
8. I will leave a couple of aces up my sleeve
