Scary dreams. And Enya

Lately I've been having horribly scary dreams. There not really nightmares where you wake up in the middle of the night screaming your lungs out. There just a bit morbid, and I've become a bit weary of them.

For example: The other night I dreamt I was driving and it was raining, I was driving Michael Schumacher fast and almost skidded and crashed. I drove like a granny the whole day after that, and I'm not one to drive slow.
And it was raining!! Coincidence... I think not.

In other news; Being unemployed is good for one thing, it gives you time to practice the art of becoming a couch potato. It's not easy, channel surfing is hard, I guess some people are just born with that skill, and if you're not careful and do necessary exercise before, you may get the dreaded carpal tunnel syndrome. Then what? having to hold the remote in my left hand is not an option. My left hand is as useful as my appendix, it's just there, for no reason.

I was very comfortably suited on the couch when my phone started singing, it's Slush.

Me: Hello. Smiley speaking, how may help you?
Slush: Why do you always answer the phone as if you're working for First National Bank.
Me: In case it's someone important calling, like the editor of Vogue wanting to give me a job. Or Enya.
Slush: I doubt Enya would call you.
Me: That's right she wouldn't. She's too angelic to use a phone, she gets angels to send her messages for her.
Slush: You need to get over this whole Enya craze.
Me: Whateva, I aint bovvered.
Slush: What are you doing tonight?
Me: I'm sailing away to the shores of Tripoli.
Slush: God.

• The small thing that made me smile today: There wasn't a lot today that made me smile really, but I did have a good old fashioned chuckle at the Madam and Eve. God, it gets me every time.

Once upon a time.

So... I once upon a time did this before, created a blog, but the creation of it was ill-timed seeing that I was MC-hammered, and might've, just might've been tripping.
Anywoo, when I woke up the next morning and realised I was at my home in my own bed, I stumbled to the computer to discover - to my horror - that I had created a blog.

Not even I could really understand it, if the peeps from Oxford had read it they could have started a new dictionary. So I did the sensible thing and deleted it.

But now, times they are a changing. I've started to take things into perspective just a little, and took a step back, relaxed from the partying for a week with the flu and it gave me ample amount of time to reflect realise that my life right now is pretty darn... SHIT!

To my defense, I'm young. On the other hand I'm qualified, unemployed, insecure, have an irrational fear of failure, in and out of relationships and at the moment boyfriend-less, and the bank account isn't what it was last week.
So I really mean it when I say I think a change is coming, I can feel it in the air, the way the trees sway in the wind (think John Travolta in Phenomenon... Oh yes!) the way the coffee grains land in the mug - it's to the left to the left. It used to be bang in the middle.

I need to start changing things, and this is one of them. I bottle things up and the lid is screwed on so tight not even Hulk Hogan could make a dent. I have issues from years ago. But things are going to start changing around here, there's a new Sheriff in town, and even though there are small things that still make me smile and improve my day, I'm going to try and toughen up, no more Miss walkover, time to turn the tables. These boots are made for walking and I just bought a new pair.

I'm also going to search for my voice. I seem to have, from people mentioning it, a rather soft voice. I mutter a lot, mainly because it's rude and I'm just one faux pas a minute, but seriously this has got to change. SOLUTION: I'm going to start taking a megaphone with me every I go. Sorted.

That was quite a nice vent. I've been in a rather good mood today, this vent was like the Chronicles of Narnia compared to Lord of the Rings.

• The small thing that made me smile today: I found R3.05c in my pocket. How cool!? It may not sound like that to all, but seriously to the unemployed that's a blessing. I mean R3, that's 3 fizz pops yo!

Lekker soos a double decker. (my afrikaans is HOrrendous)

And remember a smile a day keeps the blues away.