Friday 31 August 2007

This just in! A Rugby player has been caught taking drugs!!!! Shock horror!

Can you possibly believe it? A Rugby player! Part of the most upstanding, moral section of Australian society... Oh wait.. I think I have heard this one before... No no that was the one about the Rugby player that raped that Gold Coast girl... Or was it the one that got into a bar brawl and put the other guy in a coma?.. Gosh, darn, there is just too many to remember these days!

So I opened the news paper this morning and Andrew Johns, Australian Footy player, has been caught with drugs, this time in London (what's with London? Aussies think they don't have police there or something??). But this is the thing that really gets me, the guys excuse was - "There is just so much pressure [in foot ball], drugs were an escape"

Now if I was on $200,000+ wages a year to do something that I was passionate about, eat well, keep in shape and run around an oval, I personally would think my life was pretty well blessed. Now you may be saying - 'we donĂ¢'t know what goes on in his personal live' The dude is newly engaged, he owns property and he is the Australian Rugby CAPTAIN!

I work with a couple of Footy players and I got into a bit of a conversation with one of them a while ago. I was wondering why the majority of professional players felt the need to go out do drugs, beat up other males and rape young girls and his defence was along the lines of "Their career is so stressful, its not just a 9-5 job, they have to play weekends and once they are off the field they have media surrounding them. When they go out to let of a little steam every other guy tries to pick a fight with them and they have women throwing themselves at their feet."

Bias much?

Ok, so given, I can understand there would be a fair bit of pressure from the media following their whole life. But, did they not get into that industry not knowing there was that little catch? I know that if I become a chef I will get lots of burns; therefore I don't become a chef.

I get that other guys might be a little jealous of the footy players status and may pick a fight. I myself have been in a few biffs before because some girl was jealous I was talking to her boyfriend or thought I was prettier (and modister. And smarter), so I will give them a little tip on this one. Ready for it... Walk Away! OMG! And while you are doing it, just think about your $200,000 contract, I am sure that will calm your nerves a little bit.

However, the little one about women throwing themselves at them; so of course they are going to sleep with them! Then the women just make up a story that it was rape so they can get attention. That just makes me sick.

Sure there might have been one or two cases over the last few years where this happens but I can not count how many times I have read in the paper 'Rugby player investigated under claims of rape' or something much like it. But, being a very important part of our society Jail is just beneath them. That would be sacrilegious! What next, lock up the Pope for touching little boys?!?!

So they get off, in all meanings, and go about their merry way.

So to Andrew Johns I say this- You are a big strong foot ball player. Instead of crying into your meth over the pains and sorrows of your horrid career I suggest you pick up one of those $100 bills, shake the cocaine off it, dry your tears, and TOUGHEN THE F UP!

Wednesday 29 August 2007

I am bald!

Ok not bald exactly but I have very very short hair!

I have been in a bit of a rut lately and needed to break out and do something crazy. As I don't exactly have the money to get a tattoo or go to England I decided to hack off my hair!

It all started when I changed jobs.

The new place is great, the people are lovely, and working on the beach instead of the CBD is like heaven but the work... Minimal. I used to be really good at my job. Give me a report to be sent out and I'd have it done within the hour. Now there are no reports to be done, I have no work at all. I have become that stupid receptionist that sits on her arse reading Perez and doing her nails (although my nails are looking stunning if I do say so myself!).

I hated that girl! Now I am her!

So I work at my mediocre job then wait for my crappy old bumpy bus which is always at least 30mins late which means I get home about 2 hours after I leave work. I get home to the shitty little town house which always feels messy and cluttered because it is so tiny. I cook dinner (or sit on the net while Boy cooks), watch neighbours, watch Futurama, go up to bed, watch some random crime show and fall asleep. Wake up and do it all again.

Weekends don't hold much more excitement either. Friday nights we do the usual weekly routine only add a few more beers. Saturday we go out to the farm, light a fire ride minibikes and get drunk. Wake up Sunday feeling like crap, clean up, and come home. Do washing. Make dinner. Go to bed. Do it all over again.

So last Thursday I woke up feeling all flu-ie, fairly average for this time of year but still not happy about it. It was all rainy and windy and dark outside so I slept in. By the time I woke up I could only throw some clothes on and run out the door without grabbing and breakfast or lunch. It was beginning to look like a shitty day!

I was on my way to work from the bus stop; the wind was throwing my hair every which way, really adding to my growing migraine when all of a sudden a huge gust of wind caused my umbrella to snap. This day was just getting better!

By the time I got to work I was soaking wet, my hair was a mess, my head was pounding, my nose was running, and I was fed up. Not just with the day but with everything. Nothing has been going right so I thought fuck it! I need to do something for me!

I rang the beauty salon across the street from my work.

"Hi do you have any appointments for right now? ... Great, anything sooner? Say in the next 5 mins?... Wonderful, see you then"

So up I went shaking with fear and got all of my hair cut off! It's meant to be kind of like Keira Knightly in Domino (I was pissed off ok?!) I like it, it's done the trick. I am sedated for now.

There not many other changes I can make in my life at the moment with out some huge repercussions that I am so not ready to take on but some small differences would be nice. If anybody has any ideas please let me know 'coz god knows what I might do next!