Lair of Flying Green Song Rabbits

I lied.

Third time driving tonight, and that pretty much confirmed that I am a rampant road hazard and should be banned from driving on public streets where innocent bystanders will get head-butted by my car.

Has it ever occured to you, those who can drive, that it contains many simultaneous thought processes? In a split second, you have to have fast reflexes to switch from accelerator to brake, flick the indicators, watch behind you and to your right while turning the wheel slightly.

What...?

Driving does not come naturally to me like it does others. I may excel in other things, but when it comes to driving I'm chronically retarded (no offence). But it's nothing that can't be cured through vigorous slav-, I mean practise. It's inconvenient since my mother refuses to pay for a teacher at $50/hr but is too lazy and 'tired' to take a spin with me. I won't be able to learn either way, especially not with road safety looming over my shoulder. I can easily relax when turning corners, but turning back is another issue which I will not bore you by expanding on it. Basically speaking, I can't use the accelerator properly, I can't stay in the middle of the road, I can't brake in time, I can't park and I can't do simple turns let alone the three point turn.

Practise practise practise.

I've ordered my mother to take me driving every evening to improve my lack of skills. That would be interested. Feel free to place bets on how long I'll last before I hit something.

I went to the MAC Pro store in Paddington today. I caught the bus and got off when I thought it was close to the address I had written down. It was the right address.

It was just the wrong suburb.

Apparently the road starts again when it reaches the edge of the suburb, so I walked from Number 1 to Number 276. More accurately, I walked minus Number 10 to positive Number 276. And I had paid $1.50 for the 5 minute bus ride.

I prepared myself to be wowed and amazed when I reached the store; it was supposed to be heaven on Earth in the Sydney MAC industry. Surprisingly, it was quite small but the MUAs (make-up artists) were quite friendly. I especially like male MUAs because they just seem so...sassy. Yes, I am aware that it is an effeminate term. But they are! I looked around, staring at every single eyeshadow they had because they had placed them in alphabetical order on the shelves <3

Needless to say, I was to indecisive and poved to think of buying more things at the Pro store so I just got the exclusive palette. $10 for a palette...meh. I'll probably go back and get just one more. I went to Myer to get some stuff instead since I didn't have to pay for it =)

Come Winter in a few months, you'll probably see me around wearing a smashing hot, red lipstick. Hopefully I can turn it into something as gorgeous as Satine from Moulin Rouge or Blair from Gossip Girl. I hate how my skin is comparitively darker than theirs *pout*. This obsession with artificial beauty is poking holes in my wallet, my beloved cream Melanie French Oroton wallet. Ah, the consumerism in me strikes again. This blog is seriously tarnishing my image and turning me into a blonde Barbie with a dictionary.

Next thing you'll know, I'll be going to Harvard studying Law in my figure-hugging pink dress and toy dog called Princess or Snookums. Snort. I don't even like pink.

I still haven't worn any of my contacts I bought from Kebu's. I want to, but I haven't found an occasion deemed worthy of fishing out my expensive and limited grey lenses. I am deprived of social contact, people! I need to go out and sing some karaoke or something! Can you believe I haven't sung anything out loud since the holidays? I need to get away from my duties and work. I can't believe I blew you guys off twice for homework and assignments. I'm a freak!

And let's not forget, also a bad driver.

Everyone is going to play paintball during Easter and that is final. NO arguments. Thankyou. You all owe me around $8.


M, when you walked out that door and left, I lost a part of my heart from the pain. And what ever was said was incomparible to failing both filial and friendly duty.

` Serena