Freaky Shit That Happens

I've just received a SMS from a mate of mine who's currently sitting in a hospital waiting room. In explanation, she is pregnant but suffering from preeclampsia. As a consequence, doctors are playing a huge role in her pregnancy because of the great risks that the condition poses to both mother and baby.

Now here's the weird bit. In the SMS, my friend told me of how a woman had stopped her in the hospital's car park, completely out of the blue. The woman said that she "knew things", then pointed to my friend's tummy and said, "He's safe." Then the woman said, "The police don't know it yet, but they've got Daniel Morcombe's abductor in a Brisbane jail, so you don't have to worry. Your boy is safe now." She smiled, said, "Have a good day," and left.

*insert Twilight Zone music here*

How bizarre is that! What exactly did this mystery woman mean by what she said? Was she just a nice, misguided (or possibly really eccentric) old lady or is she like a super psychic or something? How incredibly eerie!

Tagged! Woohoo!

Hey, it's been a while between tags (thanks Seraphism). This one is all about the seven songs which have formed the soundtrack to my recent days. Since I drove into the semi big smoke yesterday, I had quite a few to chose from because I played CD after CD to make the trip seem shorter. Anyway, without further ado (stifles a giggle) here are the seven songs which resonated to me:

1. Face the Day - The Angels
2. Numb - Linkin Park
3. Hit the Floor - Linkin Park
4. Shit Towne - Live
5. Photograph - Nickelback
6. My Immortal - Evanescence
7. Left Outside Alone - Anastacia
   

Oh oops! I nearly forgot to tag some people. Ummm, let's see. Oh, I dunno. Anyone who stumbles across this post and wants to have a go. How does that sound? :)

How To Clean The House

1. Open a new file on your PC
2. Name it "housework"
3. Send it to the recycle bin
4. Empty the recycle bin
5. Your PC will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete housework permanently?"
6. Calmly answer "yes" and press the mouse button firmly
7. Feel better?

It works for me. :)

I found the above on WELSHPERCYS wide open spaces and couldn't resist posting it myself.

Dissociative's Eye

Sometimes the world becomes blurry as has been the case for me over these past couple of weeks. Just occasionally, that evacuation sign is all that can be seen. It stands out so clearly from the surrounding swirling mess. It can be ever so alluring. All that you want to do is to reach out and embrace it because then you know that all this could stop, or at least you hope that it would.

But the path to the sign is twisted. You think you are firmly set upon it, then something blocks your way and you end up falling off its spongy edges. All carefully laid plans fall to pieces. Realistically, it's probably for the best. It's a path that probably shouldn't be traversed. But my god, you want to reach that sign. It is all that you can think about, all that you desire, all that you have planned for.

There comes a time when you realise that you have once again fallen off that path. It's devastating! You try to claw your way back on the path but things block your passage once again; a friend's cry, the thought that maybe this isn't all there is and you will be stuck working on shit even if you reach the sign and step over to the other side.

It's not fair! But you haven't completely given up on the prize that lies at the foot of that sign.

Where To From Here?

So, so you think you can tell,
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field,
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade,
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange,
A walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Wish You Were Here
Pink Floyd

Freakin' Funny Ad

I stumbled across the above video (click to be taken to the link) while aimlessly surfing the internet today. Apparently the cat herding ad was played during the US Super Bowl a few years ago. I hadn't seen it before though. Mind you, that probably has something to do with not ever seeing the US Super Bowl because I'm an Aussie and all. Anyway, the ad is hilarious! Watch for the cowboy that is allergic to cats. I'd view the ad over and over again just for that. Too funny!

Self Harm Aftermath

The following is related to burning as a method of self harm, self injury or whatever you want to call it.

After a few short days, your blistery creation will eventually spring a leak. It will start weeping (hopefully) watery liquid (if it is not infected). This liquid runs! Everywhere! If you burnt your arm, it will run down the length of your forearm and around to the underside of your arm. The watery liquid will transfer to anything it touches, like a computer keyboard for example. It will drip everywhere.

At the same time, it will start to itch. Really itch! Although you know that you probably shouldn't, you will want to rip open the blister/s and scratch the living daylights out of the wound. You will try your hardest to resist the urge as you know that if it is an open wound, it runs the risk of getting affected. Not that you particularly care about the possible infection. You just don't want to have to bother about taking care of the wound or taking any more medication. You're on enough already.

So, you will sit there for ages desperately wanting to scratch but you are unable to. Intermittently, you will wipe the leakage from your arm and the computer keyboard or whatever else it has touched. You will seriously consider burning the area again. After all, it will stop the itching temporarily and to be brutally honest, it will feel good.

But it doesn't stop there. Your loved one will eventually notice the new wound no matter how much you tried to hide it from him/her. Initially you will be cautious about hiding it from them, but you will drop your guard. After all, the wound and scars become natural after a while. They are just "one of those things" and you don't consider their presence to be different. When your loved one finally notices the new wound, s/he will stare at it. Really stare at it! S/he will say something along the lines of, "Not again! You were doing so well." You will think to yourself, "Yeah, right! I was doing so well ... not."

By chance you leave the house (not that you want to but sometimes it can't be avoided), there will be at least one stranger that draws attention to your scars and current wound. This stranger will say something like, "Wow! What happened to your arms?" For a brief moment, you will be taken aback. "What?" you think to yourself. But then it suddenly dawns on you and you realise what they are referring to. You mutter some semi-prepared excuse about having a drunken cooking accident and getting burnt by cooking oil. After all, your previous experience has taught you to have some inane excuse prepared.

So, that's it. A day in the life of someone who has to burn. Fun, hey!

An Oldie But a Goodie

Just Fucking Wonderful!

Warning! Strong language following!

I just received an email from my TAFE tutor. Essentially he has accused me of cheating in my last assignment. He thinks I used an authoring program to code the html. WTF!?!?!?!?!?! Fuck, it took me ages to code that shit by hand and ages pawing through books on how to achieve the desired result. And for gawd's sake, I am not a come-by-lately when it comes to creating and managing websites. I created and maintained my last workplace's site for fuck sake.

What else can possibly go wrong? Over the past couple of days I have been writing my "real" journal entries out in longhand because, well, they have been rather disturbing and probably better not published here on this blog. Can anything else happen to make this fucking depression worse? I'm almost at the end of my tether as it is.

*Insert scream here*

Updated: Well, I've discovered how I can finally shed a tear ... out of frustration and anger. Unfortunately it leads to SH as well. Oh well. At least it was done over existing scars. :S

Eek! "Scary" Dream

Okay, maybe it wasn't a scary dream per se, but it certainly had its very own "WTF!" aspect.

Last night's dream centred on the school where I used to work and its acting DP (yep, the scary wench herself). For some godforsaken reason, I had accepted a job there again. This particular job was supposed to be a on a very casual basis. It didn't seem to turn out that way however. On my first day, I sat in on a class. Then came my conversation with the incredibly fake DP. She was acting all friendly and such, but I knew she was just faking her way through her niceties. I asked her about the kids I would be working with and the hours I would be working. Of course the acting DP had not organised anything. She gave me the impression that I would be working many more hours than had originally been agreed upon. She didn't have a clue about what classes I would be assisting in and which kids I was there to help. She was the definition of incompetent.

Thankfully that is all I remember from the dream. Why I would dream about her and the school is beyond me. I think I need to have a shower just to cleanse myself. Ick!

Endless Stormy Road

No words today. The title and the picture say it all.