When I am bored at home, I skpye Stu. Now Katie has added it. I will now Skype Katie. Ohh even Sean and Eric have it, ohh and Melissa. Skype is fun minus the creepy voicemails I get from Germans who want to practice thier English. You should get Skype and then we can Skype eachother. If you get a webcam I my even post a pic of a video of you. Best invention ever!
You think gas is pricey where you are....
Well here are our prices, not per gallon but per LITER. So times that by 4 and you get my price per gallon. It takes more that $80 to fill up my car. I get so frustrated at $80 I just stop filling up!
In other news, I got a promotion. Well it isn't official yet, but it is on the the white board of the CEO's office. Apparently she thought the annoucement had already been made, but it has not been brought to her attention that it has not. So I am hoping that it will in the next few days.
In more good news, Alicia is coming to visit me for my birthday. So I will have my very first house guest in a few weeks. Alicia is a friend that I met in Newcastle last year and has been living there for a bit. I am really excited to have someone I know well and genuienly enjoy around for a few weeks. There are so many things that I want to plan while she is in town, but then again I know that I will be just as satisfied sitting around gossiping, painint our toes, gorgin on homemade Mexican, and drinking cheap wine.
Oh wait, I have more good news. I have been invited to start a training class at the local breaks/hip hop station to do volunteer work. So after a few weeks training I just may be doing my own raido show. It looks like they are looking for a morning radio host, which I could do. I would much rather do a pop culture/US gossip/decent hip hop session kinda thing. We will see once I get in there are talk to the managers and what not.
In bad news, The OC was not on tonight and instead Iam watching the Golden Globes. I would prefer The OC and a bourbon and diet.
More bad news, Diet Coke in Australia uses a sugar substitute that is also a laxative. So I now drink passionfruit mineral water except when driking broubon.
Just a thought, I am really upset that Ugly Betty just won a Golden Globe and that show has not even aired in Australia yet. I am so sick of being in the most backwards place on earth, Perth.
In interesting news, although I am in the process of maybe possibly starting a mini relationship I have a feeling that I am going to be persuaed into speed dating with A. A is my friend from work that I have been spending quite a bit of time with. Anyways apparently for $50 you get 12 eight minute dates, unlimited champagne, canapes, and well stories to tell for a life time.
He asks, "So what do you do?"
I respond, "I am currently reseraching the effect of animal behavours during the holocaust, and you?"
He asks,"So what is your idea of a perfect Saturday night?"
I respond,"Getting ready for three hours, standing around some bar, going home to finish the bottle a bottle of rum, and then drunk dialing the US "- wait that isn't far from the truth... No I do more than that....
Yeah...so I will let you know how that goes, if it goes at all.
So Australia day is coming up and I am surprised that I actually have to make a decision on what to do. I have been invieted to three parties and none of them involve my Mom. I know...impressive. I can go with A to some BBQ with a bunch of "hot guys", to Cara's for a Victorian (the state not the era) BBQ complete with the countdown of Triple J's Hottest 100, or I think on the foreshore with 400,000 other drunk people to watch the fireworks. Wow...Miss Popularity.
I have been esspecially hard on my clients this week and I have a feeling it is only going to get worse. I am sick of them trying to be sneaky...So I am making them follow every rule and whatever else I feel like making them do. This week I have reffered people to mental health counselling, career planning seminars, volunteer work experience, mock interviews, and homework. YES HOMEWORK, papers regarding dream careers, your personal goals and your plan to meet them, and Explaining Your Work Barriers. Hey, it is helping them.
Quotes of the Day
"Oh you have had a death in the family? Well Iam sorry but until you get me a medical cert exempting you from participation for bereavement you will have to be in today or your benefits will be cut"
Hey..just doing my job. This is the same person who has been "sick" for 2 weeks and cannot call me herself and instead hands it off to some neighbor.
And I'm done.
I go out...
I like it. 
But I like you more.
Will update soonish...maybe after $10 pizza and pint Sunday session tomorrow.
So this is the following e-mail I got today....
"hey yaz
i am contacting you girls from our evatt gang, cuz i feel really uncomfortable seeing your photos and not being able to talk to you. it's been too long to remember exactly what happened and why we don't speak... but if you're interested in patching things up, or shed some light on the situation for me... let me know.
kel xx"
Now I think this is really interesting. For one, I have no written or said anything similar to this but I admire her courage and wish that I would. I generally cut people off and don't think twice about it. My life is constantly changing anyways. I can think of a few fights I have had with friends where I have just cut them off, but eventually one thing leads to another and we are friends again. We don't really talk about it, we just get over it. Now the situation with Kellie is a bit strange. We were cool. Actually really cool. I met Kellie at Evatt House in Newi. She was a first year but really mature and intelligent. We hang out quite a bit, I borrowed her, I went home to meet her family, we spent countless hours on a green picnic table just chatting, we went for ice cream one day and come home with a scooter. I liked Kelli, a lot.
As the semester went on people made other friends and developed little groups which is pretty normal. We all stayed pretty close. Then came the night at the Kings St. hotel. Most have you have already heard this once, if not more. To sum things up we were going to see some DJ, I thought it would be a good idea to drink one or possibly two bottles of wine before leaving. After a few drinks at the club...I was done. Just DONE. Then I asked some skank ho who lived below me for an asprin, I had a headache. She gave me pill of ectasy. I didn't know. What I did know is that I walked around a club saying "I am on drugs and I don't like it". Somehow I found Kelli and all she did was usher me into a cab and refused to come home with me while I freaking out. She could have easily grabbed Melissa, Terra, or one of my other hundred friends upstairs. Instead I went home with a creep cab driver. He took me back to Evatt where I was once again alone. I called Caro and Rubin and they came to calm me. It was an awful night. I was no myself at all. The night just reinforced my views on drugs and made it very easy to ignore Kel.
That is where we left it. I went back to the States. She went to England to study. Although she wasn't the best friend in a time of need, she's kind of alright. We had good times. It's funny, I'm not going to lie, I have looked at her myspace recently just to check how she is doing. I guess we were both thinking the same thing.
I don't know why I am not getting ready right now, as I am due to be at The Queens in less than an hour. Good thing I just started making chicken parm and cannot stop facebooking.
Anyone want to apply to poletopole? Google it.
Oh yeah I took a picture yesturday. I was driving home from meeting Nik out for a drink at the Inglewood Hotel and was approaching Beafort St. Although it doesn't look like much, the sunset was amazing overlooking the city.
My life...well it isn't that bad. Actually it is pretty okay. what are the main components of a happy life?
Professional Accomplishment- Jobs ect.
Home- your actual place of residence
Friends- The ones you love
Family- The ones you love
Money- Financial stress is such a damper
Sex/relationships- well ya know...
Home- I am living alone for the first time and it is different, but nice. I have a great apartment in one of the most sought after suburbs in Perth. I have hardwood floors, a view of Hyde Park and the city skyline, a huge comfy bed, and all the extras. It's nice. Very nice in deed. I am lucky. I am walking distance to a famous cafe strip with bars and great shopping. 3 mins cab ride to the city center. 15 minutes to the beach.
Professional Accomplishments- I like my job, a lot. I started out in a position that I like and found another position I would like even more that I believe I am getting promoted to in the next few weeks. My days fly with all of my clients and phone calls. There is always a funny story and I am learning new things everyday. I am fulfilled.
Family- I am finally in the same country as my family. My mother is a 20 min drive away. My mothers friends I have known since I was born are great and treat me very well. I like this.
Friends- I have friends. Lauren my friend from childhood has been just great. I am constantly invited out to functions, will never spend a weekend alone, and she is just so generous. The other girls are okay. They are not at all like my usual friends, which is majorly disappointing. I like celeb gossip, charity stuff, shopping, dancing, drinking, and doing anything fab. They prefer looking at themselves in the mirror, doing the "rounds" in bar and then deeming everyone "inappropriate" or not good enough, posing for pictures (aka trying to model), judging people, not drinking more than 2 glasses of champagne, and looking so bitchy people just don't want to talk to them. Not my style. I miss my fab friends and would trade the world for a night in the backyard discussing the lovely dramas of our lives.
Money- I have enough. More than I have ever made by far. I don't have a crap load but I am enjoying the extra cash, a lot. I am by no means rich but I am no longer a starving student. Which is also nice.
Relationships/Sex- I am dating again. I decided my time off while in Bangkok was enough.So while on Christmas vacation from work (almost 2 weeks, paid which is so much better than in America) I went out with 2 guys. One that I actually thought I liked. The other I have decided to keep as a friend. You know how you meet someone and well you are quite intoxicated. You meet up again and you are sober...yeah, so a friend. Plus I also swore I would never do the whole military man thing. Anyways on to the one I did like, keyword being did. He is a teacher (chemistry), tall, blue eyes, and funny. So my type. Then there was Friday. After an exhausting day of shopping, running around all over Perth for a TV and outfit for New Years and The Perth Cup. I mean I was ALL OVER TOWN and it was a hot day. Then I had to deal with my out of town family and then a dinner with my mom. Stressful. All I wanted to do was watch watch a movies, drink a bourbon, and go to bed. He insisted on coming over. I gave in. He came over. One drink turned into a lot. Things got silly. It was fun. Not silly in a whore way, silly in a silly way. Things were fine. Things were in fact good. My girls know the juicier parts. Fast forward to the next night, Saturday poker games at Laurens. Where she explains to me that she knows him. As we started talking more about him she informed me of a few details he had failed to mention in our courtship. I just don't understand why men can be such liars. I know I am new here, but note to Perth men. It is not 6 degrees of separation here, more like 3 and that is pushing it. Goodbye Mr. Liar, thanks for playing. It's been real. That night I thought of the simplicity of B and missed him. He was always there when I needed him. We didn't play games. I actually thought oh him a lot on New Years, I thought of the first messy kiss at 4AM January 1st 2006. Anyways...
So what next? Date again? Hmm maybe. Maybe the bouncer I met at Llama Bar in Subi on New Years? I have a weakness for bouncers as we all know. Flashback to the I of US Summer 06. Even Mr. Liar worked at Burswood as security every now and then for fun.
So all in all I should be fairly happy. And I am, but my love for good old AZ is strong and getting stronger. I figure that if Kate can deal with her grad school girls, I can adapt to these bitches. All I need is a bottle of rum to tone out 2 hour conversations about their fake boobs.
So here are some pics fro New Years. All in all New years was decently fun. I asked the DJ to play my favorite song when I was highly intoxicated. Every time a new song started I just pointed to him and sang my requested song. When he finally did there was a shout out. I danced around to "We Are Your Friends" and thought of all my lovely friends scattered across the globe. It was a really nice moment.
The next day I was woken up by Lauren demanding that I get up and get ready for the BMW Perth Cup. I was so not having it and went back to bed, for a few hours. The somehow I dragged myself out of bed, attempted to get ready, and drove to Ascot for the races. As I wandered around looking for our table, I realized why people love the Kentucky Derby so much. Dresses, Hats, placing bets, horses, and wine. What more could you ask for?
The Perth Cup...I hoped my huge glasses would hide my current state. We like to pose. 
The fun crew....
No saying that any crew is unfun..because that would be very untrue.
I am adjusting...slowly.
It's funny, I am so used to a go go go lifestyle with having such a full life in Arizona. School, work, friends, and then boys. Now I have more time I have no idea what to do with myself. I mean NO IDEA.
Well I could start prepping for my housewarming this weekend... Where I will take many more photo's of my house, life, and friends so far.
