Dear readers, hello!
How is your morning going? Hopefully you're snug in bed, warm, watching Star Trek Voyager or eating scones with cream and jam.
That is what I wish for you.
YES I AM VERY NICE.
I am sitting at my sisters house, cold - as is expected when it's winter and the door next to me is open.
Oh, why is the door next to me open you may ask. It is open because Peter the tradie is drilling very loudly outside the door and he needs the power point next to me to do so.
Why is it that I am here and not my sister? Because she is at work and well over a week ago I agreed to come here and keep an eye on the rascal Peter and NOT be at home to sign off on my Ipod which I stupidly asked them to deliver today.
Yes! It's true! I am well and truly a moron.
It's times like this that I often berate myself for having a diary and using it for nothing at all important and rather filling it with information like 'see if Nova will make honey joys TODAY'.
(She did. Make honey joys on that day, by the way.)
So, I'm here at totally my own fault and that makes me grumpy.
What makes me more grumpy is that Peter can't read the time and is asking me to alert him every 40 minutes so he can go move his car. This prevents me from snoozing on the couch, watching a movie, and doing anything else that involves me not keeping a track of the time.
Something I would love to be doing right now because the more I look at the clock the more anxious I get that the couriers will get to my house and try to deliver my ipod. Sadly it's not Australia Post that's delivering my ipod. If it was, i'd come home to a note saying
'Sorry We Missed You!' typed in a really cheery font (I don't know how a cheery font is possible but it is) with each word capitalised to emphasise how sorry they truly are.
Instead the ominous sounding TNT delivery people are going to be at my house today.
Perhaps that's the penalty for not being there after you ask them to re-deliver a second time - they explode your house.
Poor Billie and Frieda.
Also in my haste to get here on time I left all my study stuff at home. *sigh*
HOWEVER. I HAVE SOME LESS-ANGSTY/MORE INTERESTING NEWS.
The reason it was hard to jump out of my warm bed and hurry over here in time is because I was in bed LATE. Like...ALMOST MIDNIGHT.
Want to know why? I bet you do!
It's because I was at the Kylie Minogue concert. BOOYA!
My sister took me because she's really nice and loves me and always takes me to things that she can bring guests to/gets free tickets for. YEP.
So off we went, Kylie! Kylie! Kylie...why are your songs so RUBBISH?
The costumes were a.m.a.z.i.n.g, as was the set and the dancers were gods dressed as men, and apparently the concert cost $25 millz to put on.
But all that could only sometimes draw attention away from her absolute shithouse songs.
Shithouse. Rubbish.
The performance was fun, and it was great to go to. We had good seats and it was amazing to see all these people that treated her as though she indeed was Aphrodite (as her tour was aptly named). Though more amazing to see how much she believed it herself!
Incredible.
She was dressed as a goddess the whole time and showed up on stage in incredible ways - Out of a giant shell, on a giant golden pegasus, just to name two. Then she flew over the crowd on the back of a beautiful, gigantic man who had angel wings. (He was real.)
There were water fountains that splashed the crowd and during some stages of the concert I felt I was watching soft-core gay porn. Kylie knows that a huge percentage of her army of fans are gay men and she DELIVERS. Sexy almost naked men playing each others butts like bongos.
I'm serious.
I wish I could figure out how to work my sisters Mac because I would post photos. I will add this later at home I promise.
So, just now something potentially horrible happened.
While I was happily typing away about Kylie, Peter asks to use the bathroom. I say 'sure'.
3 minutes later I hear my sisters dogs barking, though they sounded somewhat far away. I turn around to see that Peter had, after going to the toilet I presume, left the building and the front door open.
I run out into the hall way. (my sister lives in an apartment building on a main road) and to my total horror he's left the massive door to the outside world open with a brick and they'd escaped.
WHAT A MORON. I was running around like an idiot, searching for them thinking at any moment I'd see them dead on the road when luckily a woman who lives nearby who has a dog recognised them from the park and somehow got them back into the apartment hallway.
I am absolutely shaking, I want to kill the man. What an imbecile. He didn't even tell me he was leaving the house, I heard him go into the bathroom, that's where I thought he was all along!!
Angry.
N x
