'How-to (survive)' in TV -land

Some day-to-day top-ten tricks and tips.

1) Write everything down. No, I mean everything. Yes, yes if chewing gum paper is all you have you better scribble away or get a super-speed memory that would make every surgical intern in the world jealous right about now. If you haven't got that, write. everything. down! I don't care if it's a side-comment about a client's dislike for pepperoni, or your boss ex's work number, it all goes! And if anyone EVER mentiones a time, a phone number, a name, or a number that seems to hold absolutely no meaning (let's not even start with when the boss, or bosses boss, or anyone really above you in the food chain who has anything to do with your career or pay cheque, start having a 'creative moment' however insane). WRITE IT DOWN!
You'll thank me later...

2)Be on time. Always. If you're too early, hide out in the cafe down the street, stall in the parking lot, do whatever. But NEVER be late. Ever. At all.

3) Know numbers and facts off the top of your head (i.e. make use of post its and keep em visible or at least handy).

4) Learn to pick your battles. Shouting back or making a snide remark is actually sometimes the answer. But mostly, it's just a bit no no.

5) Expect the unexpected, the expected, and the impossible. And never judge in front of the person you're, ehm, judging. And NEVER comment on anyones age. And if anyone ever asks you how old they/their wife/girlfriend looks, always lie to the lower scale (and feel free to bash anyone else so they feel better).

6) Learn to work the phone. The office phone, the speed dial, and the cell phone. Make sure every part of your rolodex is updated and available 24/7 in your cell phone. the Barry is your friend (or the I whatever!).

7) "I need a whole production crew, a make up artist, catering of the Atkins-revised diet and some sushi rolls and some chinese herbal tea (FROM CHINA! direct!), and I need prices and confirmation within the next ten minutes." Don't stutter. Don't panic. Just take a deep breath and say something along the lines of "That shouldn't be a problem, I'll need to double check the best suitable crew first though, and then I'll just need to confirm some details, but it shouldn't be a problem. Let me get back to you as soon as I've got all the details?"
Anything. Is. Possible.

8) Freebies... The world goes round on them some days. Stickers, posters, super glue, special designer usb sticks, clothes, hell on occasion even crew. Suck. Up. Lie. Be sweet. Phone flirt. Be creative. There's tons of free goodies to get your hands on out there (and impress with).

9) Stay calm. In the face of panic (which in this business seems to occer at least 24 times ever 24 MINUTES) practice the deep breathing. It'll be worth it, and you're heart will stay healthier.

10) Possible as important as no 1. STOCK UP ON SUGAR! The day will run on, lunch breaks are never a guarantee, and solid (healthy?!??? what's that!) food much less so. Keeping snacks in your desk drawer is often a life-saver, and works like magic with coffee. Think smal chocolate bars. Juice packs. Dry fruit packs. Even chewing gum.

It's all pretty straight-forward stuff but, oh well...Enjoy!

xoxo

Pecah

Blatant promotion!

Gah!

All love to the avid followers (yes, I'm talking to the boy in the basement who has already scrolled through the sixty five billion other pages out there), but I thought I'd try to distract you with some lovely linking! Check out xoDesideria and let me know what ya'll think!!!

xoxo

Peach

The P-word

P.O.R.N.

That's the one. And in a more complete context 'what to do when you walk in on your coleagues watching porn when you're getting lunch?' Well, number one is of course to mock them shamelessly. Number two, play on their slightly guilty feelings. And number three, when they start noticing you're a girl talking to them in the same room as the porn tv, and start kinda staring at you, back away slowly, maintain eye contact, continue mocking IN HEAD.

...

Oh, the love of work. So far today I have also learnt I am about ten years behind in studies, regardless of the the University diploma on the wall says... or, ehm, I put it up there at one point and now it's hidden somewhere behind the postcard-collection.

Anyways, reading 'the Producer's Blueprint', wondering what on earth to do with the script and the red marker pen, and feeling slightly guilty over the fact that I may have just cost a 'friend' a few grand... Uhm. Loyalty issues anyone? What to do when the occassionally creepy guy you sorta hang out with on occassion cause you're sorta friends coudn't care less about the freelance job you got your boss to give him and said boss then asks 'what do you think of this mess?'

Normally I'd say 'shove it'. But instead, today, I said 'well, it's hard to say as I have a personal relationship outside of work with this guy. But no, I wouldn't hire him to my own company if I ever had one.'

I feel a massive Karma backlash coming on from that one.

xo Peaches

Dominatrix & the red fluffy handcuffs

Peaches here...

I feel like I should, at some point, re-evaluate some part of my life since these stories seem to pop up too frequently and too randomly. And by 'these stories' I mean all the insane things that come out of people's mouths (including my own).

So today's conversation pick -

Him "You know, I could picture you as a dominatrix."

Me "Please don't picture me. At all."

Him "Yep, can't you (waves at colleague)"

That guy "Yup!"

Him "See? (proud)"

Peaches "...Yes, well now that you've found my secret part time job... Whatever gave it away, the pictures, the handcuffs, the intense sarcasm?"

Him "Well, handcuffs mostly."

Peaches... "... (dammit) Right, you.. uhm... actually knew about those. Aaaanyways, lovely salad today!"


(*Him just so happens to be one of the people I work for on a very random lunch-break conversation.)

Is it just me this happens to continuously?

Anyways, off to enjoy cereal (the non-soggy kind) and some bad TV. Today also involved getting flu-jabs (me and then five 60+ers), throwing things at (!) the postman, and sugar-spiking tea. Oh, and chocolate chip cookies for lunch.

xoxo
Peaches

the simple things in life - beer+evening+post-work=?

There are so many bad things that can come from beer. So many good ones too, but probably a fair few more bad ones.

Anyways. Peaches here, who decided to ignore the extreeme zombie-like tiredness and head out for post-work drinks with non-colleagues (it's called being a friend! Or networking! Or maybe a bit of both...).

So we decided to hit up a Pub instead of an insanely expensive resturant as we are both skint due to crappy economy, bosses, and problems with Borders (the proximity to so many books at the moment).

One beer, then another, and some fries. Not to bad, right? Watching darkness hit, moan and bitch about work, money, love, and laughing about the sinking ship outside (parked in the harbour, a tourism boat very tentatively named 'Unbreakable').

So the bill gets paid, we decide to head home in reasonable time, and up I go.


Never sit that close to a dark wall and stand up too fast, in front of the whole room and waitressing staff (picking up your fries plate as you go) without looking first. There could be a very badly positioned shelf there. You could knock it down with your head, make the candle fall off, land in the half empty coffee cup, which spills onto your friend, who tries to back away to avoid it, and stumbles against the waitress and by mistake grabs her boobs, and she shrieks, and all of a sudden the manager is waving a spoon at us and yelling in Scottish.

Either way, it was a rather nice evening, quite enjoyable in fact! Now my headache is more even too!! :)

xoxo

Peaches

Soggy Cereal to be banned!

Scratch the previous list!

On top shall be banning all soggy cereal! I mean, come on now, surely a cuppa tea and the fact that you momentarily forgot where you were does not mean the damn cereal bowl is allowed to sog!

So back to the original plan, when domination is achieved non-soggy cereal shall be invented, and all sogging cereal shall be put on the shelf next to the VEGETABLES! That's right, those strange multi-colored things your mother said were good for you (she of course lied, as you shall to your children while stashing secret jelly beans or chocolate swirls in the top kitchen drawer)!

Who's with me? (see post below Camilla!)
xoxo

Peach

New directions

Hello all (yes, I am referring to the two of you who accidentally, or potentially under threat of violence, wound up staring at these words)

So as 'There's something wrong' has been up and away for sometime now without much effort in it (really) I thought we ought to try a bit of a different direction. Something slightly more honest perhaps...

So without further ado, I have decided to share with you some of my plans of world dominance (Ben&Jerry will be 'Sir'ed, cookie dough shall rule, and Led Zeppelin will decide to suddenly sell certain songs to my little self for use on TV very cheaply... Oh, and Draco will of course have hesitated with that wand waving business due to his intense feelings of grief for Aragog the spider (they were very close, regardless of what JK divulges).

Aside from that, I feel that as we are attempting to be honest and sharing, because this whole blog business is about sharing and caring, correct? Well, anyhow, I think we should just be quite upfront. Both myself and Camilla.... well, this is actually rather hard to say... Well, you see, we are not what you would perhaps refer to as 'sane'.

Or 'normal'. Or 'politically or socially correct'.

In fact we both tend to speak with characters in our heads (or is that just me? I'm sure she said somethin about it!), yell at people who dare approach our bucket of ice cream, and we both enjoy running... after other crazy people, while cursing and, in Camilla's case, sending killer-dogs to... well, you know. Maul you by LICKIN YOUR FACE OFF!

See? It's a totally brilliant plan! Now, as for the goal of this week! To find out why exactly kids have super energy, and how to harvest it and sell on the black market to fund our Ice cream world domination fund. And purchase Samos.

Not the island... And it's not for me ;).

xoxo

peach

Civil rights & Milky ways

Just had to put this out there (and yes, I watched the movie, but that's hardly the point... Although the movie is damn good, and personally I think James Franco was highly under-rated in it as well, Oscars be damned).

Anyways... Harvey Milk was the first openly gay man (=person) elected into public office in the statoes as far as I've understood, and I believe it was the late seventies (78?) after many years of trying and cutting it close that he finally got in. Naturally the city stage was San Francisco (a now famous camera shop in Castro being the home and starting point of the political Milk-wave). Either way, Mr Milk was for more than just gay rights. He was for civil and human rights, for the equality of man (regardless of sex, sexual preference, age, color, height, weight, smarts, wteverthefudge).

And I'd like to share a sorta transcript of a speech he performed (which is partially also in the movie) in opposition against Proposition 6 (they wanted to fire all gay teachers in Cali).


‘My name is Harvey Milk – and I want to recruit you. I want to recruit you for the fight to preserve democracy from the John Briggs and Anita Bryants who are trying to constitutionalize bigotry.

We are not going to allow that to happen. We are not going to sit back in silence as 300,000 of our gay sisters and brothers did in Nazi Germany. We are not going to allow our rights to be taken away and then march with bowed heads into the gas chambers.

On this anniversary of Stonewall, I ask my gay sisters and brothers to make the commitment to fight. For themselves, for their freedom, for their country. Gay people, we will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets. We are coming out. We are coming out to fight the lies, the myths, the distortions. We are coming out to tell the truths about gays, for I am tired of the conspiracy of silence, so I’m going to talk about it. Come out to your parents, your relatives. I know that it is hard and that it will hurt them, but think of how they will hurt you in the voting booths.

Jim Carter, you talk about human rights. You want to be the world’s leader for human rights. There are fifteen to twenty million gay people in this nation. When are you going to talk about their rights?

If you do not speak out, if you remain silent, then I call upon lesbians and gay men from all over the nation, your nation, to gather in Washington one year from now, on that very same spot where over a decade ago, Dr. Martin Luther King spoke to a nation of his dreams, dreams that are fast fading, dreams that to many in this nation have become nightmare rather than dreams. I call upon all minorities and especially the millions of lesbians and gay men to wake up from their dreams, to gather in Washington and tell Jimmy Carter and their nation: Wake up. Wake up, America, No more racism. No more sexism. No more ageism. No more hatred. No more. And to the bigots, to the John Briggs, to the Anita Bryants, and all their like: Let me remind you what America is.

Listen carefully:

On the statue of Liberty, it says, ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free…’

In the Declaration of Independence, it is written: ‘All men are created equal and they endowed with certain inalienable rights…’

And in our national anthem, it says: ‘Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet o’er the land of the free.’


For Mr. Briggs and Ms. Bryant, and all the bigots out there: That’s what America is. No matter how hard you try, you cannot erase those words from the Declaration of Independence. No matter how hard you try you cannot chip those words off the base of the Statue of Liberty. And no matter how hard you try, you cannot sing the “Star Spangled Banner” without those words.

That’s what America is.

Love it or leave it.’


Do with that what you like, but I thought it was quite a neat (and very relevant) little compilation of words...

xo xo

Peaches

PS. Gay rights are still not recognized everywhere, even in democratic countries. Women are still being stoned for not having 5 witnesses when they're raped. Heck, women are still bein stoned for refusing to have sex with their husbands. Little boys are being mutilated and brainwashed to carry guns and kill in the name of nothingness and holy wars, simply for not being able to run fast enough to get away. For having the worng tribal belonging, the wrong religion. People still crash plans into buildings in the name of a God in a book that states some humans are worth less than others... Just saying... DS bitches...

Love, sick-days, & such things

this is peaches, back again!

First of read this! I swear, if you have a heart it will ache (even slightly!).

A toddler in the UK had to have both legs amputated at the tender age of 18 mnths, but now thanks to fancy (=expensive) prostetichs he is taking his first steps! The amazing wonders of technology!

Right, so updates?

To be fair, I really just wanted to check in on this blog again, because it had sort of fallen into forgetsomeness... Let me tell you the original reason we started this thing, me and Camilla-boo... See, I was a bit of an idiot and went off in my worldly ways, moving to a whole other country (island even, for goodness sakes!). Now, Camilla and myself used to have long evening walks practically every other night just talking about nothing and everything.

I know, if she were a dude, I'd have married in Vegas a long time ago!...

...

Maybe...

Anyhow... This blog was a little project to keep us in touch and keep our crazyness available for the world. Thing is, there's this little issue called time. It changes things, no matter how solid something is or how hard we fight it. Inevitably people slip apart, even slightly, as time and distance makes updating so much harder! Doesn't mean there's any less love though!

Either way, with that in mind, I thought a new post was in order to keep this thing going. So Peachy updates so far?

Well, she's managed to get herself sick (bugger), and can't relax despite being home from work. Keep emailing them in! I should not be allowed a Barry, I swear, it's disturbing. I'm like one of those train wrecks in the movies, constantly checking in and sending check lists and phone numbers and names and fuck knows what else!

Whatever happened to staying OFF the traintracks?!

Now, a few quotes to fuel my annoyance of the local boys?

- "Dude had sex with a festival girl, on stage, in front of 1000 people!" (girl says, sounding appalled)
"Holy shit! He has so many man points! Like, unlimited manpoint! Forever! I mean he could drive a fluffy pink car and not be any less of a man. Hell he could wear all pink for the rest of his life, and still be all man!" (random boy's response)
"... Dickwad..." (Peaches)

Anyways... That's all I can be asked to write at the moment. I need to go glance at my Barry (cell phone that is) and convulsively do work while fighting off this bloody fever!

Luv

xoxo

My lovely Tulio

Just came home from the vet and I'm sad to say that I sill don't know what's wrong with my little cat. He just turned one this February. He's been tired and he's refused to eat for a while now.

The vet started out feeling and looking at him and came to the conclusion that it cold be something with his liver and maybe the kidneys so she decided to take a blood sample. But then the first problem occurred; His blood didn't come out as it should so no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get more then a little. This, of course, led to the test beeing inconclusive on certain parts, but she could partly rule out the liver.

Tulio got some saline in him (he didn't like that) because she figured he was dehydrated and she took a urine-sample and figured she should check that as well. When she came back with the results she could tell that he had alot of bacteria in the urine and some blood. The last thing she did was to give him a a shot of antibiotics because she suspected it might be an infection.

Well, I'm going there again tomorrow morning at 8:45 am and she's hoping the saline will by then have helped his blood too run better and she'll be able to get a better sample and hopefully she'll be able to figure out what's wrong with him.

I'll die if I have to put him too sleep. He's so small and I love him so much. I mean, okay if he'd been a couple of years old. But he's only one, my little baby.

//Cam

Twilight syndrome

Right, so I was just googling a quick image of the Twilight posters (don't even pretend not to know what I'm talking about!) for a CD label, when I came accross this blog.

Now, I'm all for discussions about all things movie and book and anything else related, but I had NO IDEA there was a second Twilight phenomenon : the parents of the Twilight teen-girls! :) How exciting!

Of course I couldn't contain myself and ended up reading through the posts. I think the scary bits were the mother worried her daughter would be inspired to go evil from all the satanic paralells, and the slightly over-boardy Jesus craze, just to make sure no one confused him with Edward. All in all, though, it was a very interesting read.

Funny how the whole world must change when you have children. Other little lives that depend on you for learning and guidance about life. Every little minute detail becomes a huge deal, and you watch everything and everyone with wary assessing eyes. Hell, I do that for my little brothers (6 & 9), so I can't imagine how annoyed my kid (if ever I have one, don't even start Camilla!) will be with my over-protective streaks by the time he/she/they hit their teens... Oh well, tomorrow's worries.

Back to the Twilight discussion. It seems the main concerns were the extreem obsessive streaks this had provoked in teen girls all over. Unlike Harry Potter this was purely a romantical entanglement; girl meets vamp, falls head over heels for his swooning perfection and gentle nature (man, I read the books, and that boy really is perfect, very much un-real, but perfect!), and decides she wants to die and go vampy herself... You know, to spend all eternity with her high school sweetie.

Awh-factor, sweet, fluffy to the point of yuck, but all in all it looks harmless. But! The mom's on those blogs have very valid points. The one that struck me the most was - "...what does this tell young girls? That they should sacrifice everything for a boy that sends their hormones into a rage? Love in all it's glory, but Bella becomes a quivering mess without Edward, can't live without him. She's seventeen." It's a fair point actually, especially having lived the last year through a bit of an eye opener of exactly how a lot of girls and women are viewed by themselves and men/boys around em.

Anyways, it's interesting. Read and make up your own mind. Honest opinion? If I had a daughter I'd never ban her from seeing it, nor it seems would most of these moms. I think the idea of watching it/reading the books alongside her is very smart. Opens up for discussion, and gives room to pitch any concerns while you both get a proper insight in what the heck the phenomenon is all abt.

Personally I think Harry Potter kicks Stephanie Meyer's Twilight zone far far far away. But that's in terms of entangling and intriguing writing. There's a sense of angst, heartache, fluff, and that feeling we used to have as teens, where the whole world could revolve around something even if just for an hour or a month. Not necessarily a boy, but the feeling was suffocating, end of the world style. She captures that, which is interesting in itself...

Damn it, this was supposed to be a short post! Oh well :)

xo xo

Peaches

PS. Home is where the heart is <3

All things pedigree

Watching this documentary about pure bred dogs and the hell surrounding it. I have never been this happy and grateful for having a mixed breed. I don't get how people who say that the love dogs simply ignore the fact that so many of the pure bred dogs are so sick that they shouldn't be alive.

This is so upsetting. I don't want to swear...but fuck it! It's increadible! Why son't people just get in their right mind and breed from a health point of view instead of a aestethic one?! Are people that increadiblyy stupid? What the hell?

Health, people, health! It's more important than how a dog looks, isn't it? No, of course not! Pain doesn't matter, does it?

Oh, no, what a minute, hat did I just say? Did I just compare sickness with abuse? Well, duh, whan it comes to breeding on sick dogs, hell yeah.

I have one last thing to say, echoing my last comment: Fuck the world. I mean it.
//Cam

Updates, notes on boys, and other facts...

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I laughed out loud at Cam's last post. I'm sorry to say. Then I got worried, and text stalked her, but my phone claimed it was broke.
...
My bank claims I'm broke too tho, so I suppose they've got some sort of point.

Anyways, the reason I've ventured out is the sudden need to vent. Again. Plus, heck, it's a fairly anonymous blog, why shouldn't I? Ppl might get some enjoyment from my crazy ass life at this point. Or I'll just sell the soap rights later on...

1) I had a crazy dream about boys, all kinds of em, all muddled up and confused in my head. Unfortunately this included some ppl that got muddled up that should never ever be muddled into that type of situation. Think I may have thrown up in said dream too, so must've been somewhat conscious of the crazyness. Now, that sounds bad, but it's not really. I'm just... Not going into it.

2) Went on a road trip. With a boy. No feelings attached, just friends. Everyone told me I was naive and should be ready for something different. I told them to shut up. ... A week later I told them to shut up again, for very different reasons. We're still friends tho, but god knows what it's with boys and hand holding. Personal space ppl, personal space!

3) A boy made me cry! This is actually shocking and good news, even if there is an odd sort of achy but fluffy feeling somewhere in my chest. It sort of feels a little like my head is spinning, and I sort of loose my breath when I think about it too hard, and it's quite annoying. But anyways- story goes something like this:

Boy and girl meet, bumping into each other with common interests. Girl listens and boy talks, then other way around. Boy walks girl to bus stop, girl misses her bus and ends up talking to boy for an hour and a half...

Boy texts girl and says 'hey, do you want to get coffee someday.' Someday comes around, and boy gives girl a movie. Says 'you've gotta see this.'

The weeks pass, and boy & girl watch movies and eat pizza. He makes food and she buys chocolate, and they giggle at David Lynch. She gets lost in a book shop, and boy finds her there, says it's ok if she wants to stroll around for hours. She does. He does too... Boy kisses girl. Girl blushes, and kisses boy back. Girl doesn't run away, because it feels just comfortably right when he holds her hand.

Weeks keep passing. Boy and girl become good friends. She gets lost on the beach, far off in her head, and he comes out and plays her an album to distract, and then says "I've got all the time in the world, you're telling me what's wrong. I'm not goin anywhere, I'll annoy it outta you if I have to." She does after a lot of annoying. He nods, and listens. Doesn't comment or say 'it'll be ok'. Weeks later he's still asking subtle questions each day to make sure she's okay.

Then girl gets confused. Boy is moving out of the country at a date that was always determined. Another boy asks girl to go have a drink. Upset girl says yes. Upset girl wonders why she can't fall in love with the boy, or have any stormy crushing feelings about him. Upset girl barely remembers to listen to the new boy over drinks. She spends the next day laying in the first boy's arms, and playing tv games. Life feels just right.

Boy says he loves waking up next to girl. Girl wonders what she's doing. Why she misses him, but it's never a desperate ache. Girl meets another boy who whisks up those swirly emotions. Girl feels a rush and tells the original boy she can't go around kissing him anymore. It'll hurt too much when he leaves. He says he misses her.

A week later girl comes back from a road trip. She asks when the original boy is leaving. In two days. She suddenly can't breath.

Boy and girl meet. They eat pizza and watch a movie. Boy kisses girl, and girl blushes and kisses him back. Sweet and sour. Bittersweet farewell. He watches her with deep eyes and a slight smile.

"Here" he says, and gives her a book. She looks at it and realizes it's the one. That book she's been pining for that was just too over priced almost a month ago. Inside a short scribble says it's hers now. Then a poster. That poster she always watched as it hung above his bed. Every night and every morning boy and girl spent together.

Girl hugs him goodbye and wonders what that pounding in her vein is all about. Boy says he's never met anyone like the girl. She intrigued him. He says they'll see each other again. She says definitely, they'll be such good friends. She wonders why she can't believe it. She wonders if he does.

Boy walks away, but he stops at the street corner, looks back at her, she can't stop looking.

Girl cries. Girl is crying a day later. Girl lays down in bed and watches the poster. And the band clings around her wrist.

Thank you for remining me of how hopeful life is, how great friendship can bloom from nowhere and sweep you away. Thank you for reminding me you never know what you've got til it's gone. Thank you for showing me a boy can treat you like his friend and blow your mind away at the same time.

Thank you for caring for me as your friend, not your girl, but kissing me as both. You have no idea what a difference you made, maybe one day you'll know... I'll miss you babe!

xo xo

Peach

PS. I want to remember all the bad times, all the annoying moments, the small things, the big things, the things that hurt the most... But I can't, I doubt I ever will. I'll just miss you with a pleasant buzz that always reminds me of these two plus months... Thank you!

...

Fuck the world.

///Cam

Dog sitter

I have a headache. I have a cough. I'm tired. I have red eyes. I'm annoyed. My parents are "discussing" things in the kitchen.

This weekend I've had the responsibility to take a "friend'" dog out for walks. I had her key and went to her apartment and took the dog out. It's not that big of a deal, I have a dog (they're mother and daughter actually), so it's not like I didn't intend to go for a walk anyway.

Well, well, here's the thing; Last walk was this morning, I got in around 10 am. Then I locked the door and left the key in the pigeon-hole, because she was getting back...either around 2 or 4 pm.

About 3 pm I walk my own dog and voilà! ot long after that I get a text from her asking me if I can't take her on an evening walk too, because her train is delayed and she won't be back until tomorrow morning. I tell her that that's a no-can-do unless there's an extra key. Well there is! Can you believe the luck?

So I dutifully put on my shoes and some extra layers of clothes because, frankly, it's snowing cats and dogs (well if it can rain cats and dogs it sure as hell can snow cats and dogs), and go to her friend to collect the keys to let her poor dog out for a walk. When I get there though, wouldn't you know, there is no one home!

Lovely!

So I text her asking for her to call then and ask them where the hell they are (I'm getting quite annoyed at this time) and she texts back saying OK. 10 minutes later i started walking home and here I am. I've been home for half and hour and I still havn't heard from her.

All of this I'm not doing for her sake...I'm doing it for her dog because I feel sorry for her. That's how miserable I am.

//Cam (Oh, ad I'm pissed off, did I tell you?)

Love, flue, and boob-jobs

First off, I just wanted to send out some love to our very own Camilla, home with some form of throat-flu (fever and a terrible pain I hear, enough to condemn the poor girl to the sofa with a remote control and Heroes playing... ah the eye-sexing on that screen!). We all wish you get better very very soon (aka now!) and I'm sending the love...

Now as far as other things... Random mention, I just dyed my hair again, trying to cover the sudden blonde roots... Uhm... Well, it itches, is far more red, and the roots on one side are still blonde. But whatever, suits my confused state of life at the mo.

Good credit crunch news would be that there is still a job to go to in the morning. Who knew little 'ol me would feel that way about a 9-5 eh? Ok, so maybe it's not really that 9-5esque everyday... maybe I don't wanna blow my brains out THAT badly every morning when waking up at SEVEN (yes yes, I shouldn't complain)... But again. Hey.

Oh and the boys then, you ask?

Well, one of them was playing the field doubly (no, stop it Camilla, not like that). He decided he could have as many girls as he wanted, as long as he didn't technically lie to any of them. Technicalities, gotta love em. So no more coffees there... which sucks. Once I get over the embarassment and sudden flair of riddiculous annoyance I'll go claim that free cuppa, promise. x

Then there was work-boy. Very sweet text, very sweet over-all, and zero attraction. So I decided going to the movies to watch gore-fest 2009 ala Friday 13th was a great idea. Well, obviously it was all a scam. I have a thing for Jason (who doesn't), and since SPN's Jared Pada-something was in the main lead as Clay (Whitney's brother), however could I resist? Honestly, it was good... Too much nakedness with no real point tho, a bunch of boob flashes (we get it, you want guys to see it), and a little over the top. But. Funky-druggie-asian dude was hillarious! the ending was just too funny (and, I'll admit, I jumped), and Jared's down-and-serious acting actually kept the movie on a likable base. Thumbs up! (I know,shocked too)

And... uhm... yeah, long post again. There's that other guy. Yes. THAT one. Who goes from 'nothing serious, just hanging' to 'very serious, miss you' back to 'hubba?'. But as soon as body parts or sex is even on the vague topic board (aka movie scene of boobs... darn hollywood) then there's pleanty of attention. What's with that anyways? :( Boys, seriously, I get the whole sexual frustration thing (believe me, am getting it, like, very veyr very much!), but treat your girl with some respect. I mean really, babbling about 'Carpe Diem' with sad puppy eyes makes no difference at all. Yes, you look adorable and we wanna hug you, but we wanna slap you at the same time, probably more even...



Right, that makes very little sense in this short (not kidding!) post, but hey... Oh, and apparently my boobs are 'awesome', or so I was told by an auditioning actor the other day. Pre-audition fyi. Gotta love those outspoken ones huh... Oh well, thanx hun, they are awesome, but they are far out of your league. mostly cause of that comment :)... Oh, and what is it about so many actor portfolios (girls) containing sex-posing? I mean really, sure you're a serious actress, but why the lace and silicone?

Love to ya'll, stay safe in that snow-chaos (if it's still affecting you), and happy belated Valentines Day! <3 <3 (it's not about mushy romance really)

xo
Peaches

PS. Best Valentines tip? Skip the bloody standards and cliches... Flowers are all good and well, but whenever you take hints from a book/google/a-found-Cosmo/your dad, it just isn't a guarantee for success. Think outside the box ppl, like you might actually know the girl/boy in question?

Boys, toys & living the dream

When we're young and innocent, people tell us to think of the future. To imagine what we might want to do as grown ups. We are expected to have dreams, plans, passions... Fairy-tales or darkened realities, they all come down to one thing- a future!

Then time swoops by, and one day you are standing there. The job, the rapidly decreasing bank account, the insurance papers and sickness covers with fine-prints, laundry bags, and evening news... And, of course, a lack of a social life. Until one crashes down, hits you over the head, and leaves you confused, but nonetheless very much alive.

I suppose I ought to explain myself. I was cleaning my room today and realized I had all that. Tomorrow I've gotta pay rent. The insurance policies have been paid (the wonders of direct-debit), and I've got my phone bill covered (although the fact that the earpiece of the phone is broken, and you can't actually hear a thing, well, that's a later problem). And I'm agonizing over things like savings accounts and the economic recession. I even had a vaguely serious discussion about high-schoolers future options in this financial climate.

Oh, and I say words like "...in this financial climate."

When did we grow up? I'm twenty for crying out loud!! But, I must admit, I enjoy ever bit of it, as scary as it sounds.

Then, of course, there are the problems. So many of them, but let's start with the interesting dramatics, the ones entitled 'lies, boys, and lattes'. I walk around wholly aware of people's shady sides. My wedding dream focuses on a secret savings account ready for the divorce, and a solid pre-nup. The idea of long-term commitment frightens me almost as much as I secretly would like to enjoy it. And hearing "I love you" has on previous occassions been greeted with stuttering, "oh...", and my favourite... "Thanks... ehrm...". Me? A bitch? Never *gasps*

Yet, then and again you bump into someone. And they get you all jittery. Every logical sense (as well as your loving caring friends... and all other sane ppl) is telling you to run far and fast, but your heart beats faster and you smile like a fourteen year old school girl with a crush. You flirt, you get flirted with, there are promises, chocolates, cuddles and... truth. Like, he loves you, but loves that bottle as well. Like, on occassion the passion streak turns into violently jelaous temperament. Or, "I... have a girlfriend..." a month or something in.

That is when you pick yourself up, ask what the heck you've been thinking, and realize it still hurts because heaven forbid it you liked the guy. For once. And of course he was a bad boy. Because all those nice boys with manners and safe sides, they don't stir that wild butterfly in the pit of your stomach. Nope... That's the boy with the hidden tattoo, the one who almost went to prison, or the one who just checked out of rehab... or why not the one who stole magazines from seven eleven. If you have a type, you have a type... Even if you really just secretly want a nice fluffy comedian, who will make you cry and laugh and hold you tight whenever you need it (without having been asked). The best friend that loves and is loved...

But for now... Paperwork, rents, laundry, garbadge disposal days (the schedule is on the door), grocery shopping, and the nagging voice that tells you to eat fruit... Oh, and savings accounts. And most importantly, friends and family. Because they're truly un-conditional.

<3 (P.S. Sorry abt the long posts... guess it makes up for the sporadic-ness... and FYI Cam is right about Veronica Mars AND proper pencil sharpeners... and to all the nice boys & girls out there who dare take a chance. You are all very admirable, you really are. Wouldn't want to end this on a gloomy note eh...)

xo Peaches

I'm in love!

Isn't it lovely to be in love? The joy, the happy, the everything is right with the world, FINALLY!

...it is true.

Granted I'm in love with my new pencil sharpener because it's JUST SO GOOD! It's like...on MY side. Get it? It gets my pencils sharp, my drawings clean.

Oh, and also, it doesn't kill my pencils as my OTHER pencil sharpeners usually does. *sideways glare at pencil sharpeners in the corner*

Now, if you excuse me, I'm working on giving Heroes a chance (s1 ep1 looks promising). Hey, don't look at me like that, I've actually spent quite some time on homework today, I deserve a break!

Oh, and fyi; Veronica Mars, it's a great series. S1, very good, s2...slightly worse, but still good. S3...well, it was worth watching. Although, sadly enough, it left things open for another season which probably aint gonna happen. But I guess I'll live (even though it didn't end quite as I'd wished...).

Cam out!

Peaches updates....

Yes, it is a miracle... Peaches found her way to the computer again.

I must say I am rather impressed by myself. I managed to go without the obbsessive compulsive computer-ness thing for almost two weeks, not even missing it. Oh, and I was exhausted for most of that time too, so that's part of the excuse. Been reading books tho, bunches of em too... so, yay.

Oh, and I was waiting for a buddy at Borders the other day. Which, fyi, I've found out is a BAD idea. Turns out leaving me alone with big 'Sales' sign posters and books ends up with... well, three books for the bookshelf.

What else... Well, I was reading Camilla's last point. About the whole self-image thing. Interesting stuff... Granted, I've gotta tell ya lot she's a beauty and has a super-model's body (everyone secretly hates her for that, haha). More than that she is unique, both in apperance & personality. I honestly think that's one of the more rare things, and she will go far. She's like one of those precious diamonds amidst ashes. You see it, and you just know how amazing it's gonna turn out, and you know you're so lucky to be close enough to see it happen...

And for the record, opposition! What, un-natural stress, constant nausea until it's over, and paranoid ideas gettin stuck in your head. Whoever claimed oppositions on Bachelor essay's were bad for your psyche????! ;)

So what of the new year then? (and why do I always end up writing these long booring posts)?

I'm enrolled in an evening class, yay. Finally did it. Am gonna dare learn how to plug stuff into each other, and hit the light switch... more fun than it sounds really. Was sorta nervous about the ppl, but hey everyone seems cool. Everyone from age 17-105... interesting.

Speaking of which, had Pizza with one of the class boys. Nice dude, real fun to talk to. Course, then mid-way through I catch him looking at me in this deep meaningful way. Course I panic and start babbling on about the relationship between chocolate and crazy people. Good friend material, def...

Then there's the boy dubbed, by Camilla no less, 'coffee boy dude'. Texting is the confusion of the modern world... That's all I'll say. Oh, and the fact that I'm coming off as crazy and obbsesive. Again. Even tho I'm actually quite fed up with the whole 'games' thing... why oh why must things be complicated.

Oh, and then there's the whole economy going down the drain thing. Course, it'll stop at some point, turn around, and head for the better. Doesn't mean we're not all running the 'redundancy' risk at the mo... Whoever knew that word could be such an awfully mass-feared one-man-show sentence. Blah...

AND! My cup cakes tasted funny. the CUP CAKES! I'll just have to stick to making choc-chip then... it's all I know. For real. Sad sad sad...

Oh, and apparently I'm fat. Or so they told me, to my face, which bthw is not doing wonders for the self-esteem. And I always considered myself quite sure on that side. But you get it in your head, and you hate it but it festers and you start thinking... glancing at the scale. realizing you're riddiculously under-weight, but thinking... why are my cheeks so big?????!

Stupid stupid obbsession... Oh, and I miss Camilla. thankfully I'll see her at the end of the month, salvage SOME sanity.

Love to ya'll...

Fat, ugly, stupid.

Currently I'm fat, ugly and stupid.

I mean, I'm not fat fat. I'm not even chubby fat. I'm not even fat. I'm just...fat. Fat as in having gained a couple of centimetres on the waist. Fat as in 'where the fudge did my muscles go and what is that blubbery, squishy thing that has taken their place?'-fat.

When it comes to ugly the best things is to describe myself. Here it goes and this is what I honestly see when I look in the mirror: I see a long face, bad skin, pimples, bags under my eyes, bushy, big, BLACK eyebrows, mediocre lips, big, misshaped nose, unsymmetrical greyish-green eyes. Did I forget something? Oh, that's right! My hair. Originally a mousy brown/dark blonde kind of mix, now redish and way, WAY too long (down to my shoulders). And I'm yellow. How can I be yellow? Then there is the smile. I have freekish teeth, I swear. Fangs, too much gums, small front teeth. (Yes, this was something I had a complex about when I was a child). Sometimes I think I'm pretty though. In certain light I like how I look. I'm original, I must say. I've never seen anyone who looks quite like me, and I don't hate myself that much so I can't comlain actually.

And then there is the stupid part. Yes. On top of it all I'm also stupid. I mean, I'm smart enough to understand that I'm stupid, unlike some people. But, yeah, I am. I mean, okay, I study at the university. I've got like...190 point so far. But that's my point; not all are finished courses! I need to get that damn bachelors essay done before I can finish and I don't eve know what my educatio will leed to and...and...

...actually...is this normal of a 22 year old woman?
...on the other hand, isn't this what almost everyone think about themselves?

//Camilla...a normal girl?

VICTORY IS MINE!

They checked with accounting and it turned out they'd made a mistake, so I threw away the invoice.
First accomplishment of the year; Won the war against UPS. Not bad, not bad.
/Cam out

Full fledged WAR!

What better way o tart the new year then to get in to a war with UPS? Those buggers just sent me an invoice. An invoice for something that I have already paid. I friggin paid them when I got the packet! My mum is lecturing me when it comes to saving every piece of paper. And I usually do! But when it comes to the friggin thing they signed when UPS delivered the package I can't seem to find it anywhere.

Only thing I can think of is that I must have thrown it away when I unpacked he package.
By the way; than you, Peaches, love! You create hell for me, but I love you none the less!

So happy new year and all that crap!

/Cam out