Decoybetty

I have not liked pink since I was 9. My friend Mia and I used to argue over which was better pink or purple, it didn't really matter. It's not like we had a firm stance, it was mostly just so we could argue. Since then, it has been a steadfast hatred of all things pink. Pink seemed girly and screamed of ditzy cheerleaders to me.

In recent years, the hate has dwindled, the grudge is gone. And I am left with a firm respect for the colour as well as a need to keep my distance.

Something disturbing has occurred in my life. Something so unimaginable that I am not even sure I know who I am any more.

It started with this shirt from Anthropologie (that I bought like 5 years ago). I reasoned that it was classic but with a hint of ridiculous which kind of defines my sense of style anyway. Plus, it was the only pink think in my wardrobe. (Dubs, Moi, and Jess)



Then, it moved on to these sunglasses. (that'd be Jess jess and me!)


Next, it was my peach atrocity. When I bought the phone, I asked if I could have it in peach and the sales assistant looked at me like I was cracked "you mean the pink one?" No, I meant the PEACH one.

Now, I lost my camera about a month and a half ago. Also known as the devastating loss of Mo-ses. On Sunday, I marched over to a camera store with the intent of purchasing a new one and after carefully weighing my options and cradling Olympus models, Canon models, and Nikon Models in my hands. I made a choice to get Nikon S210. It felt good in my hand, it had all the features that I wanted in a camera, and it was cheap!

The only one left...was pink. So if you're looking for me, I am the girl chatting on her peach phone, with pink sunglasses, a pink shirt, and taking photos with my pink camera. Oy Vey.

I'm looking for a job. A summer job that perhaps will be so much fun and I'll be so wonderful at they will want me to work during the school year. I am looking for part time. I am looking so that this summer, while everyone else I know (approximately 3 people) have jobs and things to do, I will not be drastically bored.

In my mind, my dream summer job is a group of really fun individuals working in some off beat quirky clothing store, record store, video store. The realist in me knows it isn't necessary possible...but I am a dreamer. Oh oh! Or working as an administrative assistant (who doesn't need to use the phone) *sigh* at a yoga studio where I can take yoga and pilates classes for FREE! Or a dog walker - with super cute Saint Bernards or Spaniels who behave impeccably on leashes and play frisbee in the park!

Hire me?

But here is the thing, no one wants to hire me. No one. Not only is my dream summer job disappearing in the distance, but ANY summer job seems unlikely. I've sent out a eleventy billion resumes and cover letters to a vast variety of different job opportunities ranging from jewellery sales clerk to waitress to smoothie concoctrous to administrative assistant. No one wants me.

I can't really blame them. I have no "real" work experience. At MHC I cannot imagine juggling a job with (home)working while I was there, I was so crazed with homework and hating myself that there was not a moment to spare! I had summer jobs, but nothing impressive, I didn't work at Starbucks or waitress or work at a clothing store (apparently those are the useful jobs). I worked at bookstores and canvassed! There has been a total of six months where I haven't been in school and then I worked three jobs: I had an internship with a not-for-profit, I babysat for the Wee-est of All Men (Weebbet!), and I was a liquor store clerk. It is not an impressive resume. Trust me.

Hire me?

Everyday I tell Jess no one wants me. She is very patient and supportive.

Today, I, again, hit the pavement and handed out resumes on Lygon Street, a delightful street filled with restuarants and little stores. I went into one restaurant and gave them my resume. They told me to come in tomorrow(!) for a trial and to wear all black. I said I would.

After I walked out of the store, I was swept over with a dislike for the owner of the restaurant, and how much I really do not want to work as a waitress.

Can I afford to be this picky? It is the first time someone has shown interest in hiring me and now I am dissing them? Seriously?

After weighing the options of being depressed because I don't have a job and therefore must spend my time lying on the beach eating peaches or being depressed because I have a job I hate....

I am now working up the courage to call and apologise to them to tell them that I just can't make it tomorrow, or ever.

People at art markets will laugh at you if you are looking over their art while discussing your love for werewolves.

When I went home in June, I brought back a bunch of my dvds. Movies I've seen ten catrillion times and always to want to watch again. Movies like "Little Miss Sunshine" and tv shows like "freaks and geeks."

And most importantly, movies with John Cusack. I love him. "Say Anything..." and "A Sure Thing" are pure gold. Last night I watched Say Anything. And then this morning, I noticed that in the commentary John (we're on a first name basis), Ione (Skye), and Cameron (Crowe) are all involved. Well, that means I clearly had to watch it, yet again, with the commentary. John wanted to play Lloyd as someone who makes optimism a revolutionary act - how precious is that? Holy Moses, I love him - the end. This brings us to....

Top Five Desert Island Favourite John Cusack Movies

5) Bullets Over Broadway
4) A Sure Thing
3) Say Anything...
2) Being John Malkovich
1) High Fidelity

Dear Yoga,

I miss you. It's been tough since I left the land of Moho. We've had to have a break. But I miss the way you made me feel. The way I could nearly put my feet behind my head, and how I could lay my chest upon my thighs. You did that to me yoga.

You are the longest relationship I ever had, 3 years of time we spent together. I saw you 5-6 times a week. We were inseparable. Remember that time I got a huge cramp in my hip - ah, the good times.

You made me grow an inch from stretching and better posture. I feel like I am shrinking now.

I tried to work on our relationship alone, but I am afraid we need a mediator. Someone to tell you when you're being too hard on me and someone to tell me stop being a wuss and embrace the pain.

Kisses Yoga, I'll come back to you soon.

xoxo
~D

The big question is
to get a leg wax or hair
cut. Or put both off.

Werewolf and root beer
floats. Eh, Shut Up about it
already. Move on.

Going to borders
am sick of computer screens.
Your handsome, you prick.

A root beer float.

It is 32 degrees here today (that is in C). In other words, it is bloody hot. And I could do with a cold (root) beer. But even better if it was in a big cup with a scoop of vanilla ice cream in it. I love the way the carbonation and the ice cream combine into this smooth yet frothy embrace in my mouth. The smoothness of the root beer with little pops of flavour on my tongue.

The other part of this fantasy is that Australia does not know about root beer, nay they do not appreciate root beer, which is fine because I don't understand Vegemite and I am in position to judge anyone about food. I've lived here for nearly a year and have yet to find root beer, until, ironically enough, I was on the mission for canned black beans and I entered an Asian market where they just happened to sell root beer. Mugs, but people-in-nations-without-root-beer can't be choosy.

I am hoping tomorrow that my favourite gelati joint will give me a scoop of vanilla ice cream in a giant smoothie cup which I will then fill to the brim with root beer, excuse me, I think I need to take a moment. I like it when dreams come true.

So, if you had to spend the next two and half days locked in your room writing an essay, what music would you be jamming to?

Would you be kicking it old school with Marvin Gaye? Or would you be boppin' to Beyonce? Would you be tapping the keys to Men at Work or would you be making it work (make it work, work) with Fergie?

I've been listening to Itunes on shuffle for the past week, and I am sick of having to skip all the songs that are not proper study tunes (Sorry, Nina Simone you ain't cutting it). And thus, I am on the mission to build the ultimate essay play list (don't worry this isn't a procrastination measure - I'll be doing creating on scheduled study breaks).

Help me!