Snarks and Ladders

OK, so I noticed that I said I was a prolific writer.  Over there, in that little side box?

Well… I may have lied.  Kinda.  I AM a prolific writer… I just happen to write in a couple of places.  I am also a prolific procrastinator and a prolific bullshitter.

So, it was the school disco tonight.  I haven’t been to a school disco since I was in Year 6… that’s a LONG time ago people!  (Un)Fortunately, it was exactly how I remember school discos being.  All the way down to ‘The Macarena’ and ‘The Nutbush’.  Oh yeah, I was totally kickin’ ass on the dance floor.  Half the boys had WAY too much deodorant on, in what I can only assume was an attempt to gas their female counterparts, since their heads typically only reached the boy’s armpit.

The worst of it is – I have nothing to bitch about.  The kids were fricking ANGELS!  I was half wishing I had kicked back with a few vodkas before I left the house so there would be someone Drunk and Disorderly there.  The worst incident of the night was a can of drink spilt on the floor.  We could only figure that since the kids in this town get up to so much trouble anyway, they actually got a kick out of being good for once!

The most interesting thing of the night was this poor deluded girl.  Every school has one – a kid who just doesn’t realise no one likes them, no one thinks they are cool, and they look like a total loser.  I still can’t figure out whether it would be good to be that totally oblivious, or whether it’s a sad way of living.  THAT girl tonight was having a rip roaring time.  She danced the whole night – there were massive stretches where she was the only girl on the dance floor – and she could dance pretty damn well!  Occasionally other kids would get up and dance with her – the boys did it to mock her, some of the older senior girls did it because they felt sorry for her – but I thought she had the best night of them all.  I wish I had half the guts she does.  Of course, she could barely walk afterwards, which is only reasonable.  Kind of made me jealous actually; it’s been a long time since I ahve had the chance to dance that hard.  I remember one time I danced so hard my feet LITERALLY bled.  It was awesome.

Well… not especially snarky today.  I’ll try harder tomorrow.

Hi.  I’m Angela.  You might know me from places like the public toilet wall (always a great spreader of Snark!), that bitch’s SMS you just happened to catch, or perhaps from ‘the blog that was’: angela-reads.com.  Well, ‘the blog that was’ met with an unfortunate accident when a trigger happy finger deleted an all too important data base.  Whoops.

So, I have moved over here.  No doubt the name is wittier.  I can’t say the design is too crash hot, but I ain’t no coder, and let me tell you, I am not splurging out and spending over 70 smackeroonies for a Premium Theme.  Not this little red duck.  The old content will hopefully be migrated back over (especially the beginnings of my Dances With Telstra series) as soon as possible, but with 2 websites to maintain, a hectic ass job to keep up with, and one hell of a demanding cat that needs to be brought up the right way, well… let’s just say it will get there.’

So welcome to the land of baffling acronyms, amusing everyday snarkiness, and my general cantankerous attitude.  At least – I hope it’s amusing.  Comfort yourself with the fact that non-Snarky posts will only happen when I am PMSing.  Then they will just be weird sad/sulky/depressed/happy/sad/sad/painful/snark/sad posts.  All in one.  Bet you are looking forward to that one, hey?

So, today’s cheery thought that I am going to leave you with: Attention deluded student who stuck a painted (literally, not metaphorically *phew*) pad on the toilet wall: There’s toilet wall blogging, and then there’s toilet wall blogging.  Please read instructions on packet next time before posting.  Or at least write a nasty snarky comment on it instead of slathering it with paint.