Archive for September, 2009


Amen To That!

Years back now, when I was younger and much more naive (yes it is possible, don’t give me that look), I was asked by a relative (well-meaning I’m sure, and if not, then what kind of question is that to pose to a young and naive Amanda whose then-current, yet temporary, living and eating arrangements clearly depended on your hospitality?!) whether I believed in God. I remember at the time now, that my eyes grew wide (probably at the surprise and abruptness of the question considering I had just been driven to church (oh my)) and I muttered something along the lines of ‘ooh errr… well…I don’t know’

Definitive eh.

Too right.

But this isn’t a post about that kind of religion and the recruitment (apparently? (Far out, I am so going to be taken down by anyone who recognises themselves in the above situation I’ve just realised, ha fantastic…)) of new followers or believers (hey I really enjoyed The Da Vinci Code and all of the other Dan Brown books (which reminds me, I am about halfway through The Lost Symbol atm and it is brilliant (yes, I am totally caught up in the hype, I went and bought it from Coles the second day it was out (it was on special – prices won’t be beat at $24.48 (jeez Coles should pay me for this stuff… har har)) and sat out in the sun to read it) and I’ll have to post about that bit later) though not really Deception Point which basically everyone seems to agree isn’t as brilliant) in fact, this post is about different religion.

The religion of football (trumpets!)

(Why yes, I am serious) (And I totally hope that you kept up with all my previous brackets)

Because, now I think about it, as we are here in the last week of September, two days after the Brownlow Medal (congratulations must go to Garry Ablett Junior), one day away from the highly anticipated Grand Final Parade (what are you laughing at? Don’t laugh at me!) and only a mere TWO (that’s right!) days away from the big day itself – the AFL Grand Final, my answer to this ‘Do you believe in God question?’ should have been a resounding yes.

‘Why yes, well-meaning yet almost-scary relative (yes, I am aware of the fact I am digging myself into a rather deep and large hole here…it is possible to dig upwards right?!), I do believe in God! I worship him for 22 weeks of the year, hopefully an extra four, and I pin all my hopes on the fact that he can lift me into the highest echelons of happiness, to which, after that point, I shall (provide I am successful in attaining such glee (seen the show?) and joy from the wonder, he shall be adored for even more of the calendar year’.

I mean, I wouldn’t mention the part about my god wearing red, white and blue, a pair of footy boots, a small pair of shorts (hooray! Ha perve), be the owner of a brilliant pair of toned (but not horrendously too muscly) arms and called Jordan McMahon.


Now I’ve admitted that, it sounds rather fanatical, tragic and freaky (pot calling kettle black etc eh?). I was rather obsessed. Back then especially. (and I seriously hope Jordan McMahon doesn’t read this post (ha who am I kidding), because that would be entirely embarrassing, maybe I should stop mentioning his name because I’m not sure how tagging and searching goes with this lol (you’d think years of computer and multimedia studies at school would help this (apparently not!))). But then the traitor (yes, I yelled at out at football matches) changed teams and a little bit of my faith was extinguished (clearly not helped by years on the bottom of the AFL ladder either haha).

But I digress.

We’re in the last week of September and it’s hard not to get caught up in the footy hype. Even if you hated footy, I can’t see how you can escape it really.

It’s like everywhere! Channel 10 is even advertising their 10 hours of footy – all starting from 8am with the Grand Final breakfast.

And Federation Square is filled with footy activities all this week. Check out the schedule for Grand Final Week here. (Free stuff yay!)

Delicious (as Bruce McAvaney said)

Of course, some people are going to be more excited than others (Geelong and St Kilda supporters obviously), so it’s up to the rest of us to decide who we shall be supporting.

It’s a tough choice really, and I think I’m still making my mind up. It’s not like I can’t stand any of these teams (like Collingwood (though it’s still a good thing they didn’t make it into the final because if they did actually win then that would be way more painful ha)) and I like and dislike players from each. St Kilda needs a premiership because it’s been so fricken long, but then it makes the bulldogs look worse! And it would be rather sad if Geelong has been brilliant for ages, yet only won one premiership…

Ah dear, at least I’ve still got two days to decide.

Meanwhile, I think the result will depend on the weather – St Kilda is a rather rain-avoiding team…maybe their players are a little too pretty.

Enjoy the weekend everyone, totally get caught up in it all. It gives you a chance to swear and abuse people, wave your arms about, get entirely loud and unruly, eat pies, drink beer etc etc. Not that anyone needed more (or any) reason to do any of this on any other day, but at least you won’t look too crazy.

And completely off the topic – Boost Juice Name Game is over. No Amanda. No Free Boost. UNIMPRESSED!



I was totally caught out the other day. Oh, that sounds almost scandalous, I’ve realised. But no, I was not caught out smuggling drugs overseas (though I wouldn’t mind going overseas – drug-less of course), and no, I wasn’t caught out having wild passionate sex in some public place. And I wasn’t caught out cheating on my hot footballer boyfriend (dammit, why not hmm?! Lol). And luckily I wasn’t caught out wearing dirty undies as I got hit by a bus. Though, I reckon it can be classified along the same lines.

I was totally caught out checking out this guy on my tram. You know the feeling, right? Like he got on, and I was all ‘ooh aah!’ and so I totally glanced/perved/totally stared (I’m not entirely sure how long each of those count for). And he looked back. Our eyes met. And I was all


Ideally (and more extremely optimistically) this could have been the start of something wonderful. Like you hear about those stories where people meet and then fall in love on public transport. Like that girl in New York who was originally from Australia and that American guy who sketched her and got on all the morning tv shows as he attempted to hunt her down. And now they’re friends!

But that is more like love at first sight isn’t it? To which I am not totally sure exists. But anyway, this isn’t a blog about love at first sight (or lust at first sight), but I shall file that idea away in my head for a future post because it seems like a legitimately good topic. This is a post about public transport, and increasingly, the difficulties faced by people without good books to read while they travel on their choice (and I use the word ‘choice’ loosely) of public transport.

I’ve been catching public transport for years now. It’s become like a second nature, yet I still find it difficult as to where to look. I think I’ve been rather scarred from my initial public transport adventures (yes, they have been adventures ha!)

I’ve done the whole ‘bored expression’ – staring out the window like I am completely buggered (that’s ‘buggered’ as in shit dead tired mind you…. (har har)) And I’ve done the whole ‘oh I’m so important I must check my phone’ thing. But I don’t know. Sometimes you do need a good book.

I feel crap the tram is so packed I have someone’s arse in my face because if they happen to look down at me, I could look compromised!

In fact, I remember awhile back now, I was looking PAST this guy out the window, I had my headphones on, and then I noticed his mouth was moving. He actually was talking to me. But it wasn’t all: ‘hey isn’t this tram ride lovely today?’ it was a ‘what are you looking at? What’s your problem?’

He got all loud and scary also. I was rather afraid as I was standing there in my school uniform and I had no idea what the hell he was on (drugs possibly eh eh?!) about.

Maybe I should just keep my eyes shut and pretend to be asleep. Nothing shifty can happen when you’re asleep (or at least pretending to be) right?

But then, I guess I may accidentally miss out on the potential pervy nature of catching public transport.


Name It

Ok. Here I go again (much like Ok Go, but without the treadmills and some snazzy synchronised treadmill action). Really. I’m going to attempt to get this blog going. Like properly. It just seems that while I have the initial ideas in my dense little (no wait, probably oversized) head, they just remain as ideas and only that! I can’t even remember what I posted about last time (far out, how slack), but seeing how productive some of my blogging friends have been has given me a kick up the arse (thankfully only metaphorically).

Far out Amanda (I can hear myself, and other people) saying. Stop being so lazy and actually type something. To be honest (tbh ha sms speak in a blog. Bloody fantastic), it doesn’t take that much to sit in one spot and type stuff eh. Ah dear. I think I would like to claim that I’ve been busy (hey, the words ‘busy’ and ‘lazy’ can be used interchangeably right??) and work tires me out. (man, that sounds lazier than I thought. Crap.)

I’m sorry – in advance for what is about to spew forth from my cold typing fingers (did anyone else get caught in that stupid like 10minute storm and horrendous fringe-wrecking wind??), and also for being all blog-lacking (If anyone noticed lol)


Enough of that (too right, I should think)

I’m going to discuss the trend of giving people odd names etc (is that detailed enough? Hmm it’s like doing a topic sentence in an essay (to which I reckon I can still rightly claim I have never done on purpose! Haha (and to think, yes I did actually complete my highschool education))

Boost Juice (yay yummo smoothies lol) have got this promo thing going. They pick names and if your name happens to be one of their chosen for that particular day, you get a free drink. Good stuff I should think.

My name is Amanda, it’s a pretty popular name (I would like to think, I’ve been in many classes where there have been other Amandas’ (right apostrophe placement btw eh eh?) and therefore I’ve had to use the last name to distinguish myself (and oh what a last name to distinguish one by (HA! That could almost be a pun. Jeez I am hilarious somedays)) but my name is yet to surface. And I am thus yet the unreceiver (that’s probably not a word and could be expressed far more eloquently, but lets just go with it) of a free smoothie. Dammit.

When I first heard about this promo I was all, brilliant! They said on their website (and I was told by a boost girl who I served at work) that they pick the most popular names of those who belong to their Vibe Club. The first two names were Glenn and Zara.

I am sorry Boost Juice, but Zara? (Ok, now I’ve said that I am totally going to be taken down by a billion Zara’s who I have offended). I do not know any Zaras!! (That probably deserves an apostrophe somewhere but I’ll leave it as is lol)

Has Zara become that popular a name? Like really?

Ah dear. I sound spiteful.

Meanwhile, Zara has probably enjoyed her free smoothie. (Its given her the energy to put on her kicking boots to come kick me) (and boost juice only had to give away one smoothie? Hahaha!)

Anyway, back to this name thing.

With all the interesting (yet increasingly popular) oddly spelled names out there, there is probably going to be a generation of kids without personalised stationary. Or other gift-y merchandise. I remember when I was younger I was all excited about getting a personalised mug with my name on it. In fact, I’ve still got this mug and it holds a good cup of tea (or hot chocolate) actually. Brilliant. These days though, I have actually been unable to find my name in some gift-y stuff.

Who knew Amanda was on the way out (how sad?), and names such as Tenille and Dayna (Herald Sun Births on Wednesday September 2nd 2009 for those playing at home (I’ve always wanted to say that lol)) are on the way in. Oh dear.

It’s not even just the new names though now is it? It’s the weirdly spelt ones. Like hmm, Ashley, Ashleigh, Ashlee, Ashleeeeeightjakjhsdkjh;ag (Ok that last one is made up but hahaha). And even then, Ashley doesn’t even mean you’ve definitely got a female! An Ashley could be a boy!


(And the ever-increasingly weirdo spellings. Which reminds me actually, there was this person once who wrote my name as ‘Amandah’. An H?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!) Oh my.

It’s the yuppies isn’t it? They’re trying to be trendy, thinking they’re coming up with something new to stand out. Pushing their designer-named babies and kids around in expensive designer-y prams, wearing expensive designer-y clothing, and shopping at trendy supermarkets such as Coles Port Melbourne (…). But this isn’t a rant on yuppies, as I live in a rather yuppie suburb (so I am told). Lol. That’s all.

I hope these parents are thinking about their kid’s futures really! Like how funny will it be to be an old person with a creepy (ok that is so not the right word) young people names? I guess it works the other way around too though eh, like being a young person with an old person name? I remember when we were kids we’d be all ‘yeah, and your kid will be named Ethel or Edith’ or something, and we’d all screw up our noses and laugh like hell. (I actually know young people with old people names (man, I’ve just realised how mean that sounds haha oops, I’m on a roll here aren’t I? (and it’s not a tasty $1.20 one, it’s a scummy no-grain rock-hard stale one… har har oh dear)) And they’re going to be great when they’re old

But isn’t there that trend of going back to traditional type names? Like James and Emma and Olivia and Jack and stuff? Those kids will be lucky enough to get personalised stuff easy. Good for them.

Meanwhile those with new-age names and people like myself are going to have to band together and rise up. In some sort of coup or whatever.

Enough of this I should think.

I’m going back to hopefully see my name appear on the Boost Juice website so I can go and get a free smoothie (everyone likes free stuff, I’ll keep you posted) and think about names to give any potential children I may have in the future. Middle names too. Hmmm, but that opens another can of worms…

Amanda(h?) signing off!

(oh, and congrats to ‘Me and All My Friends‘ on HypeMachine)

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