As I was forcing a few coins into my high-school-made money box, I suddenly found the box taking the coins quite easily. Once I stood up properly I saw that the entire back panel of wood was beginning to loosen, and will little encouragement came entirely free spilling my spare change collection from the past 5 or 6 years all over the bench. I took the opportunity to count it this afternoon and I now have $79.95 in an express post bag sitting on my floor (it was the only thing I could think of strong enough to hold the weight of the coins).

It was again time for the CD stand at uni to appear and sap whatever money away from me. I got four CDs, blasphemously (?) two of them Andrew Lloyd Webber cast recordings, the Jason Donovan ‘Joseph’ (my first and last Joseph ever), as well as the truly boring ‘By Jeeves’, which coincidently was mailed today to me from the DVD rental place. Maybe seeing them will help me understand the insanely confusing plot. Then again, I was counting coins at the time. But it was typical Andrew Lloyd Webber… I could predict the melody and harmonic progression of each song as soon as it started, just cliched repetition. Anthony Warlow’s ‘On the Boards’ and Varase Sarabande’s ‘Prime Time Musicals’ rounded out my additions for only $14, although it should have been $11 (By Jeeves was in the $1 box).

See how thrifty I can be when i’m given the chance? It hurts to realise I can spend $14 on four new CDs, or $50 on a crappily printed exercise book for Accounting that I had to purchase yesterday.

I think I concerned some folk at uni when I used a slightly alternate similie when describing what it was like to sit on the metal benches… “It is like being touched on the backside by a dead woman’s hand”… Well, both are uncomfortable, slightly creepy, cold and hard.

I’m having fun with Zoe as we peruse www.hotornot.com and compare notes. Some of the commentary is very entertaining. Some of my favourite lines:
“Why is he dressed for Little Athletics?”
“Wasn’t he off Saved By The Bell?”
and of course “If I were him, I’d be afraid to put my finger in my mouth.”
It took us about 15 minutes to work out that the links we were using weren’t directing us to the page the other was looking at.

Just a quick note to let everyone know who usually has my AIM account on their lists - on account of forgetting the password, and AIM not resending it to me, i’ve decided I won’t use it any longer. This goes for ICQ. Now I only use MSN, so if you want to add me or whatever and you don’t know it, email me.

What a strange day.

Firstly I ran into my friend Gemma at the uni book shop today and the conversation went like this:

Gemma: Hello!
Me: Oh, hey!
Gemma: I love the jacket.
Me: It cost me about $7 from an opshop. It’s all ripped up, but its character building.
Gemma: Did you have a haircut during the holidays?
Me: Yeah
Gemma: You’re looking pretty swish.
Me: Are you asking me for my number?
Gemma: Am I that obvious? See you soon, hey?

At this point the current of inflow and outflow of students from the store ended the conversation. I don’t even know why i’m mentioning it. Oh that’s right, because i’m vain. And I love this jacket.

Then on the bus, at the transfer point all the old women who had completed their shopping got on as the bus I was on goes to the pocket of residential houses with lots of old people. Normally I don’t hang around for the transfer and walk the rest of the distance, but I was cold. As soon as the bus doors flung open, they ran on like a chased gaggle of geese, each with their own languages and unique pronounciations. One old man walked down the isle talking to us all about something no one could understand before taking a seat. Lots of old women with home-knitted scarfs followed taking up the seats next to their friends Vera, Joyce, Gracie, Edna and so forth. It was startlingly similar to the old women in the film “Allegro Non Troppo”. As one woman was being addressed by the old man, she rolled her eyes and dismissed him and found a seat, surprisingly right up the back of the fairly vacant bus.

Then I get home and recieve this email from my mother:

“where have all the flowers gone,
long time passing
where have all the flowers gone,
long time ago
AHHHHHHHHHH WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
WOOHOO
WOOT WOOT”

I wonder if this is all a product of the vitamin pill I took last night. I certainly hope so - at least I would know it was affecting me somehow.

While normally by now i’d be heading to Gang Show rehearsal, I have the day off thanks to a headache that has partnered me since last night.

I’ve signed up for FetchMeMovies’s two month free trial of their online DVD rental service. Now I am filing through the loads of lists of DVD picking out what I want to add to my selections. My head really wishes I wasn’t. Each time I finger over the scroll on my mouse flicking the list down my hyper-sensitive eyes yelp with pain. But they don’t understand. I need to do this.