Voices in my head.

One of the things i find really funny, is how people's voices change depending on who they are talking to, and what kind of situation they're in. Like when Mum is really angry and yelling about something and then the phone rings and it's like this switch flicks over in her brain and she's all "Oh hi, (cue; big over-the-phone smile) how are you?" We all do it, I do it all the time. Sometimes it's necessary but sometimes, Jesus Christ Almighty it is really uncalled for. If you are one of the aforementioned over-the-top voice changers, it is most likely that you fall in to one of the following categories.

The barbie-doll-sugar-coated clothes shop assistant.
When people walk into your shop you totter over to them in your kitten heels and greet them with a nasally "hii honeeey how are yooouu?" and, amazingly, you somehow manage to keep the diameter of your mouth to that of a 20 cent piece for the entire exchange of words. By some miraculous stroke of genius you seem to have concluded that everyone who comes into your shop, male or female, old or young, has morphed into a snotty, confused toddler who needs to be spoken to in a sing-song voice, much to the amusement (but most often annoyance) of anyone who actually enters your line of sight.

The you-look-different-to-me-so-I'm-going-to-speak-weirdly person.
Oh this is definitely one of my personal favourites. I read this thing the other day where a guy had seen a group of Japanese people taking a photo in front of some monument near where he was. He went over to them and asked in really slow and blunt english; "Do you want me take picture?" motioning with his hands like a camera. One of the Japanese men turned around and said "No thanks, asshole, I got it under control" hahaha. When I was in Bali last June, there were so many people like this. One guy in particular would speak to the balinese people like they were complete idiots, even though the rest of us were speaking to them normally. We went on a bike tour all the way there Mum was talking to this one man about his children and his work and everything, and I swear he could speak english perfectly! Better than some Aussie's. So anyway, this guy says to him at a rest stop "You. Ride (accompanied by 'bike riding' gestures) Here. Every. day?" And we all just cringed. Did you not here the last 45 minute conversation? Oh my god.

There are heaps more but I really can't be bothered babbling on about it all tonight, and it's probably boring as hell anyway. Night!

Carnivore.

This week I decided it would be interesting to try out being vegetarian for the week. I know it really isn't anything worth shouting about, but it doesn't go down so well in my place. The boys wont eat anything that doesn't have meat in it. The conversation went like this;
Louis; "Muuum, what's for dinner?"
Mum; "Were having spinach pie"
Louis; "What the fuck? Yuck. I'm not having any"
And so he didn't. For the record, it was amazing!
So tonight we have one of mum's friends coming over for dinner,and she has cooked these amazing (my favourite) chicken...things. That's what they're known as in our house. Chicken things. It's chicken breast rolled up with prosciutto, spinach and fetta cheese. It's amazing. But as I am vegetarian tonight, I can't have any. The more pressing issue will be trying to justify why i am not eating them. They don't understand what the point is. And at our place, where the amount of meat coming in will be the same, regardless of how much I eat, it almost seems stupid. Whatever I don't eat, Arty will just pile onto his plate. Argh. Yay for making a difference.

Think I might buy a vegie burger on the way home today :D

shit.

I know growing up and "finding yourself" is a part of life, but for me it's kind of hard. I don't know if everyone else goes though the same thing, but I just get sick of myself all the time. Like when you buy a dress or something and at first you love it but after a while you get over it and don't even want to look at it anymore. It's like, I see someone on TV or I meet someone and think, wow they're awesome. And really want to be like them. But then I see someone else, and think the same thing. I don't fit into a cliche or anything. It's annoying. Some days I want to be a massive emo, and them other days I want to be a hippy, and some days I can't even decide. There are so many people to be, and going to new places where I don't know anyone means I can pretty much be whoever the hell I want. But after all that I really don't even know who it is I want to be. I guess I am one of those people who doesn't want to offend anyone, and I want to please everyone, and I want people to like me, so i change to suit what I think they think I should be. If you get what I mean. Wow this really isn't making any sense at all. haha. I know that heaps of people change around others, but I never seem to have one that I go back to every time. Maybe it's the person I am at home, or the person I am when I'm by myself. But even then, I am always different around even myself. Maybe I have bipolar. haha. That would be amusing. 

Snow bunnies.

So today Arty finally worked up the courage to tell Mum about the time he broke a kid's leg at the snow when he was 5. He was skiing in the milo kids group and accidentally went off course around this blind corner. He snow-plowed like crazy but smacked into a kid coming the other way. Somehow the kids leg snapped and he had to get airlifted off the mountain. Al has been too scared to tell Mum until today. Oh good times, good times.

5 things that you really shouldn't lose.

1. Passport. Especially if you are a couple of months from traveling overseas, and you have to book international flights TODAY. Eurgh.
2. Healthy eating plan. When you are due for a weigh in (biggest loser style) on saturday and you eat about 10 cupcakes and a massive roll.
3. Photocopy of your passport. See 1.
4. Bicycle. Although technically it was stolen, this makes no difference when you're riding your little brother's bmx bike down the street and your knees are around your ears.
5. Your mind. This goes without saying. Mine disappeared long ago.