I’m a big Harry Potter fan. The ability to do magic is something I’ve always wanted, I’m sure all of us have. Right now, if I could, the magic I’d do is take my thoughts out of my head and pop them in a pensieve so I can relax for 15 frikken minutes without overthinking everything. Oh, look at that! I have a blog, my very own digital pensieve. I know that just cos I’m writing them down doesn’t mean I’ll stop thinking about them but maybe dumping them on a page will put them into some sort of order. Or maybe I’m just rambling again. So – here are the things running through my head right now, in no particular order:
I wish I had money, not that I was rich (we all want that) but just enough to not have to buy clothes at Mr Price and always look at the prices for everything, from the pasta to my makeup – and choose the cheapest one. I wish I didn’t have to look at the clothes in Woolies and Jenni Button wistfully and walk past.
Is my hair falling out? I lose way more hair than I used to and it freaks me out, even though the hairdresser tells me not to worry. Is it falling out cos I dye it every month? Should I go back to blonde? And if I did, how much would that cost?
Am I ever going to grow the willpower to stay relatively slim without having to see the dietician and go to the gym all the time? To not always eat the chips, the biltong, the big portion of pasta. Some people just know when to stop eating. I don’t.
I’m so damn behind at work all the time. I am really trying but I know if I buckle down and force myself to, I can work even harder and get caught up. The only problem is, when I do that, other things suffer. Like my home life and my health. I need to find a balance – does a balance even exist?
If my neighbours’ dogs don’t shut up soon I’m going to drop-kick them.
I’m jealous that one of my best friends has just bought a house with a garden and higher walls than mine (i.e.: more privacy). I’m really happy for her but that doesnt make me any less jealous.
I spend almost every day swinging between a sense of contentment and gratitude for my amazing life and a mild sense of panic that everything is slipping (it’s not, my brain knows that but sometimes my brain switches off).
If my stupid neighbour doesn’t stop playing that hideous loud music soon I’m going to drop kick the other neighbours’ dog into his head.
Damn I love being a QuirkStar. I don’t actually care how much I repeat it. I love it. It makes me smile just thinking about it.
I think I may have anger management issues. I rarely blow up but I get irritated very quickly and I’m a tad confrontational (a tad?!?)
I kind of miss B. I don’t miss that place but she is so awesome and I miss her. I miss the Magna girls too.
Shaun looks really cute when he naps, like a little boy. He curls up and gets this really peaceful look on his face. He’d get mildly annoyed if he knew I was blogging about this, oh well, hi babe! 
I wonder how my baby sister is. Not what she’s doing or how her job is going. How is she? Is she OK? Does she go to sleep smiling or crying? Or does she just collapse from the exhaustion of maintaining 2 jobs and a relationship?
Oh, wow, the neighbours’ dogs and the other neighbours have both shut up… and I didn’t even notice. rad.
I must remember my dad’s birthday next week. I must remember my dad’s birthday next week. I’ll put it in the calender.
Damn, I wish I hadn’t lost touch with the beautician that I did the design work for and got beauty treatments as payment. I only used one of the treatments and my toes look like something off a gargoyle but it’s too late to claim my owed treatments now – I missed the damn boat.
Do they prefer to be called beauticians, health and skincare professionals or what? And is it offensive to call them beauticians?
Even though I bitch and moan about all the Snow Leaopard talk this week, I (not so) secretly want a mac. Not cos they are pretty and shiny. Cos I started working on one when I was a designer and Windows will never really come close. Mostly, I want it for the battery power, I hate having to plug things in every few minutes. I wish we could have wireless power.
Gawd, my damn phone just beeped again. I hate having a phone. For the internet it is awesome, but phone callls and, lately SMSes and emails, I could do without. There I go getting irritated again.
I suspect that flippen tomcat from down the road has come into my house and pee’d somewhere. Now I have to go and get the “P-OFF” spray and hunt around in a crouch sniffing everything until I find the pee so I can eradicate it. Damn, how undiginified, sniffing for cat piss on a Saturday afternoon.
I wonder if the fact that I talk so much is irritating? Do people listen or do they just switch off and think “Flippen hell Heidi, please just shut the hell up for 2 minutes!” Probably the latter, but I can’t stop talking. It wouldn’t happen if I could control it. duh!
I wonder if I have arthritis. I’m a bit too scared to call the doctor to get the blood test results. Would it even make a major difference to my life? Of course it would. Flippen hell I’m scared. I hope I’m being paranoid. If I am, I’ll be very annoyed that I wasted over R1000 on blood tests I cant claim from Medical Aid (long story).
Sjoe, this blog post is getting long now, half the readers have probably left to go do something more important. Sorry for you if you read this far down – that’s 5 minutes of your life you won’t get back!
