PS I HATE YOU

today is one of my very LAST days of employment at my current job. needless too say this induces a constant state of euphoria and "am i entering the third dimension?" type epiphanies in my tiny bean like brain.

i say tiny because once you work anywhere for long enough (anywhere ie. customer service-ish, read:hospitality) you know the ins and outs of the "bizz" like the back of yo hand. therefore yr brain absorbs all the information its learned and once trained up you hit the brain recession, its like the renaissance of yr intellect because yr so used too sucking ass 24/7 you forget how to do normal stuff like go to the grocery store or be in public places or do social things (well in my case..)

anyway, im leaving soon, dear god its for the best. but i have one last parting shot, to YOU.

YOU are the temperaturely retarded woman who asked "can the A/C be turned off OOOH ITS A BIT CHILLY INIT? HAHAHA" and laughed weirdly and hysterically in my sweaty, dead beat face. that happens too me alot, people laughing in my face, but this maxi dress clad broad was enough too make my brain have a million arguments with its common sense coordinator.. who does she think she is? cant she see my sweaty ass haulin ass too get her ass the best? ITS FUCKING HOT WHATS WRONG WITH HER? maybe her maxi dress isnt big/maxi/oversized enough? why should i listen too her? who does she think she is? the fat contoroller? only the temperature/ weather controller bint??

i think my furrowed brow started sweating so profusely she thought i was crying! anyway, long live summer fun... sunscreen etc. etc.

nina vs. everyonelse

nina vs. the mentally unstable.
nyargh level: 4/10
the other day i was standing near the museum, quietly, unknowingly on my way too my job as a slave in mount lawley. i spot a briefcase near the timetable and start too get a little 'edgy' thinking it could be some form of terrorist attack or a rebelling against the recission attck. either option meant a bomb, which i was standing 5ft from.
i stood there trying not too act freaked out but tried too face away from the "bomb" thinking, if im going too get fucked up at least i can be a quassimodo with an okay face (phewph!)
in my line of vision i spot this mid 40s man smoking a pipe but kind or stumbling around like he is kind of high or something.
this man is what i like too call a crazy. perth seems too have a high density of these mentally unstable, crazy, middleaged people who lack general motor skills and/or social skills.
so the crazy in question is flailing about and spots some rubbish on the ground near the bin. he picks up the mangled chip packet biffs it in the bin and then picks up an old copy of xpress which someone appears too have shat on.
he props himself up on the bin, opens the soiled newspaper and proceeds too nod at every passer by although it is his duty too "give everyone a good start too the day"
may i remind you this crazy is sitting on a BIN, like actually ON the fucking bin with obviously a high tolerance too unhygenic furniture and im sure it dosent matter anyway he probably dosent brush his teeth.
anyway crazy, deciding his deed for the day is accomplished falls off the bin and intoo the suitcase which turns out too be his.
in all honesty i find the fact he owns a briefcase a tad unnerving like maybe hes some undercover person from waapa out on the streets method acting hardcore and is maybe secretly hugh jackman?

nina vs. cuntstomers.
nyargh level: 8/10
if you are any form of public servant slave person (retail, hospitality) you are sure too be truly knowledgble on the hot topic of CUNSTOMERS.
eg. old, decrepid, rotting woman places an order. similarly old and decrepid friend places order directly after woman. i charge them. rotting woman snaps "she charged us together, its so presumptuous"
HI! im right here you fucking idiot. okay now i have yr attention let me clear this up for you. you, old menopausal woman places order. you offer me no form of payment and yr friend orders 2 second after. when i tell you the total price (which is obviosly alot more than the one beverage you ordered) you dont correct me by saying "were paying seperately"
so yes i am fucking presumptuous. AND RIGHTLY SO.
eg. guy comes in and orders some form of drink and then tells me he wants a "vegetable queef" i said "sorry sir do you mean the vegetable QUICHE?" (cleary stated on the label)
"NO." he says getting aggravated over the food product. "i want the vegetable QUEEF" (points too vegetable quiche) "the pronounciation is QUEEF not queef.''
guy feels triumphant as i, poorly educated slave girl (probably a boat person) is clearly showing my lack of education.
i have this constant smile on my face but i have an undying urge too hit these people across the face with wet towels. or slowly torture them by tying them down and squeezing lemon in their eyes.

CONCLUSION: i need these people like a wet fart too the face.

yr annoyance experiencing blogger,
(NME)

HIGHSCHOOL

okay so over the past few days i have run intoo numerous people from my highschool at my local shopping centre.
2/3 of these people are great humans.
then theres the 1/3.
that one that you dont want too run intoo.
the one where you do that awkward, forced "HI! HOW ARE YOU?" thing and you dont know wethar too stop or not because you just know its going too lead intoo that "so what are you doing these days, are you and (blank) still together? are you at uni" conversations
ie. complete and utter crap that you dont care about because you secretly despise this human.
i went too stop, thinking it was the polite thing too do.
thinking she would be all "yeah im still dancing blah blah"
and i could be all "wow! OMGZ! how you going with that? what a career path hey, one day you might grow up too be one of britneys back up dancers, HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE?!"
anyway, if i could do it again i wouldve said nothing.
NOTHING.

the point of this post is, stupid people are not worth yr time, effort or words.
and by stupid people i dont mean intellectually stupid or even that they dont like the same things as you.
i just mean invest yr time in worthy people and also im so glad im not in highschool anymore.

does everyone else have repressed anger towards the 90% jerks that inhabbited their highschool?

magic, spells

last night upon the discovery of "jerk chicken" i was left in a crylaughing mess on the floor.
i cant believe its real jerk!
jerk, the spice of life!
gracey said "yes nina, jerk really is real.. stop laughing. its not just some word we use."

no, its not - its so much more than that. jerkalicious.

tonight is my last night at amps as a teen. cruel, cruel world. i wont be anybodys hero now!