Woah I Have Really Dropped Off

Guess its because i haven't actually been doing that much to talk about. Besides learning the piano - stupid thing who knew it would be that hard :P

Lets see, well I guess the most momentous thing in my life at the moment is that i finally got another temp job - no previous employee to snatch it away, in fact the smell of slight desperation permeated the air at my interview. If you can call it an interview, more like an informal chat that lasted about 10minutes. And to think I spent all that time on my hair and makeup. And I even did my eyebrows. My hairdresser did my eyebrows for me on the weekend and I love them. I know that sounds strange and a little bit vain, but if you have ever gone through having shapeless eyebrows that you don't like to nice ones that have some shape without being stick thin then you will know exactly what i am talking about. They are the best i have ever had them, and my hairdresser doesn't do them professionally. All those different beauticians and professionals and i got the best one in the kitchen of my hairdresser sitting in her $28 eBay barber chair. I really should get her something as a thank you. Now where was I... oh yeah the job. I started today; i only found out i got it yesterday afternoon. I kind of feel like my time off is unfinished, like there are some loose ends to tie. Not that there are really, I guess i just didn't get the whole wind down that i am used to when i know that i have to go to work in the next couple of days. Don't get me wrong, i would prefer not to be working but i could use 8 weeks worth of money so i can't say no. I miss buying stuff. Although i know i can't because mom says i have to save money for uni. Good old practical mum. I am an extravagant spender trapped in a family full of penny pinchers. So for the next couple of months i will sell my time for $20 per hour, 8 hours a day, 5 days a week.

I have become more interested in makeup and hair techniques in the last couple of weeks (before my job when i had plenty of time to kill). You tube is a bonanza of how to videos, first there was piano lessons, now eye makeup and hair styling. Now if only I could get time to do it. I will have to make sure my laziness does not kick back in and bring my apathy back with a vengeance. Better go, i only have half an hour left before my show comes on and i have about 800 stories in my RSS feeds to read. Twilight is less than 20 days away from premiering in the states and the twi-hards are going post crazy.

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Sing Us A Song You're The Piano Man

Wow i never really contemplated the piano and how people play it until i ery slowly. I always knew that pianists were talented but now i have a new appreciation for their abilities as I am still struggling along. I am practicing the chords, all that major and minor key stuff is confusing me. Plus the notes that i need to hit always seem to be the furtherest point away from each other and i have to stretch to reach the keys, more often then not taking the next one along with it to produce that awful wrong note sound. But i know that its just practice and rehearsal. I am sure that Billy Joel or Elton John or Alicia Keys were once at the level that I am now. Only they were 5 years old. Well my dreams of being a rock star musician were always limited to vocalist. But being tone deaf kind of quashed that dream. And I know the whole spiel about if you want something badly enough yada yada but quite frankly there is not a vocal teacher on this planet that could make my voice listenable. Or tolerable. I'll put singing lessons on my list of things to do when i have so much money i can afford to flit it away on totally useless things.

On other not really interesting but i feel i should post something news I have started trying out new styles with my hair. I am getting little bit bored with it but after chatting with mum i don't think i will change it. She thinks the colour is great and even though I keep seeing pictures of brunette celebrities with fabulous hair, i think, at the end of the day what i am most unhappy with is my face and not my hair. Changing the colour of my hair will not change the way my face looks or the dark shadows under my eyes. I thought maybe darker hair would go better with my paler skin as i always felt that being blonde you should be tanned. So i am going to my hairdresser tomorrow so i don't think i will do anything drastic. If i got it cut off and shaped i would soon get sick of it and wish it was long and grow it back. Again change the face not the hair. Or the neckline under my jaw because it is heading south. I swear i would plastic surgery its ass so fast if i had the money but apparently the neck is one area that is very hard to nip and tuck (or so i have read). Besides at this point i would rather use the money to clear up the old acne scars and the rather unattractive dark spots and splotches (no not freckles, freckles are smaller,lighter in colour and usually cuter) that i have. According to my dermatologist its melasma which is hormonal and due to roaccutane. He says its much more harder to get rid of then say freckles and no over the counter stuff will fade it (i figured as much). Apparently lasers are the way to go; they have had great results at fading. Lasers = expensive. I is poor. Life never seems to go your way does it.

Guess i will just have to find a new way of doing my hair so that it covers my face.

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And So It Begins.

This will be a great opening to anyone reading this, but my psychologist told me to start writing down my thoughts and feelings so as to get them out of my head. I can't write using pen and paper at the same speed as my brain thinks stuff so the only alternative is typing. I started in Word but the document is so uninspiring. I figured why not do it properly. Hence the creation of one of the most uninspiring and potentially boring blogs in the history of blogdom. It was going to originally be called the adventures of hips magee but then i realised that i was lying to myself; i don't have adventures. If i was having adventures i wouldn't need this blog.

I am hoping to just blurt out my thoughts and my feelings so it will probably be nonsensical and whiny. Please note that i have extremely good grammer and spelling skills as well as the ability to properly format a sentence. However those skills may be absent here sometimes as its all about the words.

So just who is this mysterious Hips Magee and what the hell is a Lord Stinkypants i hear you ask? Well i guess i should do the introductions although i am not going to go into too much detail in case people i used to go to school with come across this blog. Okay...... man i hate writing about myself, it reminds me just how uninteresting i am. I am not on Facebook - i don't have any friends in the real world so i don't need a cyberspace reminder of my lack of friends (self inflicted i know). I am female and in my early thirties. I live in Australia within the state of NSW (for now). I have been dancing with depression for over 10 years and flirting with social anxiety for longer. I hate all of my clothes at the moment. I think Diane Kruger is a style god. I like spaghetti bolegnese but only when its freshly cooked, i hate frozen leftovers. I have an overwhelming thirst that can't be satiated. And i am messy - clean but extremely messy. I one day hope to see the carpet in my bedroom again but it is currently the place to hang my clothes.

Lord Stinkypants, what would you like to say about yourself. Nothing right now as he is devouring a chicken wing. Mmm there is nothing like the sound of the bones in a raw chicken wing being crushed to make you realise we are predators. So i guess his intro is up to me. Lets see. Overweight, lazy and needs a haircut. Spends the majority of his day sleeping, be it in the bean bag or on his chair. Likes car rides and growling at kids on their bikes. Dislikes taking tablets and the sound of the garage door opening.

So there are the players in this story of woe. Who knows where they will go or what the will do. Stay tuned.

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