Aww!

Now I'm sad.

For the past couple of weeks, I've been trying to get something out of my accursed insomnia, and get some pictures of the sun rising over Ballarat.

But the weather hasn't allowed that to happen.

Whenever I have actually decided to go out, and try and find myself a little perch from where I'd take my shots, it has always been cloudy, rainy and foggy. I didn't even have to go out a couple of the times! I just had to think about it.

And then today, I completely forgot about the whole thing, and the there's no clouds in the sky.

I watched the sunrise from the loungeroom. It was beautiful! The colours just magical. It would've been the perfect sunrise to shoot.

And I missed it.

I bet the next time I try and get some shots of the sunrise, the weather won't allow it. Once again, my plans will be thwarted by clouds, rain and fog.

Ghosts & the Can Opener

While I was once again struggling to properly open a can with one of the numerous can openers in the house, I couldn't help wondering why the hell none of the numerous bloody things in this house can never open a can properly.

Trying to pry open a can that wasn't opened properly is how I almost sliced the pad of my right index finger off. So naturally, I'm put out more than ever now by the sketchy opening job the can openers always do when a can is trying to be opened.

I've never had this problem with can openers before ... except with blunt ones, but they don't really count as can openers, do they?

And most of the can openers in this house are almost brand spankin' new! So there's no reason why they shouldn't be opening cans cleanly and properly.

The only logical conclusion why the can openers aren't doing their job properly?

Horry and/or Charlotte!

One or both of those ghosts are possessing the can openers when they're being used, and ensuring that the cans aren't opened properly.

And this whole time I thought that they were ineffective as ghosts!

Sure, the whole possessing the can openers things is weird and unheard of as far as hauntings go. Also not all that scary to begin with. But it does get the job done for them; we're hugely put out, and run the risk of seriously injuring ourselves trying to open the cans with our bare hands (and suddenly the whole can opener haunting thing seems a whole lot scarier than it did a few seconds ago). Plus, because of how unusual it is, it's less likely to draw attention to their devious little plot.

Pretty tricky of Horry and/or Charlotte! But I caught on to them in the end. Now I've just got to figure out how to put a stop to these actions. A circle of salt around each can opener should do the trick ... unless there's already a ghost in the can opener! Then I'll just be trapping the damn thing in there.

This is going to require more thouhgt ... and possibly the continuation of watching Supernatural to get some ideas on how to deal with ghosts.

Beneficial Thought Time

Even though she can't apparently help me no longer (I missed our window of opportunity for that), I'm apparently still on Tara's mailing list; I get her beneficial thoughts sent to me.

How thoughtful of her.

Even though Tara can't help me out at this time, she's still going to give me the benefit of her thoughts.

I wonder if there's pyschic magic that will mean that she's still somehow helping me. Maybe then I'll actually land this Ticketek job.

I somehow doubt it though.

After all, the message is all about money, and how I'd be foolish not to want it, because it's bad an unnecessary.

Well, I think Tara just showed that she's very clearly not a pyschic; any real pyschic would know that I happen to be all about money, and that I don't think it'd bad or unnecessary. In fact, I'm all too aware that money is very necessary.

But then, maybe this is just a generic email sent out to everyone on Tara's mailing list.

Still, a real pyschic would've changed the message just to seem a little more authentic ... at least to me.

Tara then goes on to remind me that while money does make life a hell of a lot easier, I shouldn't make it my whole life.

Well, duh! Not only does money make life easier and more comfortable, but it also allows me to buy all those nice, shiney things I want. Plus if I had more money, then I'd be able to afford to pay for a nice holiday.

I'm pretty sure my life is all about these purchases, not the money.

But then, I think Tara means that I shouldn't just be hoarding away all my hard earned and never spending any more of it than I have to ... once again, I'm all about the spending of money. I've never understood people who work so hard for their money and then refuse to enjoy it, choosing, instead to hide it under their mattress or in a book or wherever they choose to hide it.

Seriously, what is the point?

Tara then finishes her beneficiary thought by hinting (rather storngly) that if I really want to start making money, I should stop stop focusing on trying to make it and instead focus on what I'd like to do with it if I had it.

That doesn't work. It just makes me sad that I can't buy all those nice shiney things I want. I think I have to focus on how to make it instead of what I'd do with it.

So, with that in mind, my fingers are crossed that I get an interview for the Ticketek job, and that I wow them and get myself a job there. Then I won't have to imagine what I'd do with money if I had it.

Today is the Day

A few days ago Tara sent me another message, questioning why I hesitated just as I was about to make a big, important decision. She said that after 11th August she won't be able to help me.

Well, that's today.

I wonder if she'll keep her word and not send me anymore messages after today. I figure that since she will no longer be able to help me after this date, there really is no reason why she'd want to message me ... oh, accept that she's firmly committed to helping me. I guess that's reason enough for her to keep messaging me.

But she's really making this message count; it's all doom and gloom unless I accept her help and let her show me the light or whatever.

Oh No!

Apparently I have until 8 August to make a decision and take action or it'll be too late.

Tara has me quivering in my blue bed socks!

But since the event that she's talking about is inscribed in my astral chart and is going to happen no matter what, I don't see what all the fuss is about.

Maybe she wants me to accept her hand of help and learn the 12 Secrets of Power from her so that I can maximise the benefits of this event.

Yeah, I'm sure that's it. Tara has my best interests at heart and doesn't want to scam me out of my money and possibly steal my account details while she's at it. She just wants me to stop being a passive witness to my life, and learn the 12 Secrets of Power ... I assume these secrets are like the pyschic version of the Limitless pills.

And once again, she ends her message with the ultimatum of "Act now before it's too late and you miss out on the happiness you deserve."

She really needs a new ultimatum. After reading the same one every four or so message, it really doesn' affect me at all ... which should clearly indicate to Tara that she needs new material. She's not a very good pyschic.

Beanbag Beans

The other day some bloody genious let out all of the beanbag beans from the beanbag, and ever since then it's been a constant battle to rid the house of the bloody things. Vacuming the house daily doesn't seem to make a difference; they reappear almost immediately afterwards.

The house hasn't been vacummed in a couple of days, so it's getting over run by the accursed beenbag beans at the moment. They're even in the shower!

But it's not the overwhelming amount of beanbag beans that has got me all worried and concerned; keeping their numbers down is easy enough, and there's only a finite amount of them in the house. So the battle against them will some day end.

What has me concerned is the fact that I just watched one roll across the lounge room floor of its own accord. All of the doors and windows are shut, and the carpet is covering the massive gap between two of the floor boards, so there's no obvious source of wind to propel this one beanbag bean across the floor.

This suggests to a couple of possibilities;

One, Horry and/ Charlotte have re-emerged with the idea that it's been too long since they've haunted this house ... once again, showing weak haunting abilities.

Or two, that beanbag bean is possessed and is recruiting more beanbag bean mates to build an army of beanbag beans to attack us in retaliation for being vacummed.

Either way, I'm concerned about the possible outcome. Especially since I've now lost sight of the moving beanbag bean.

Well Now

I honestly don't know what to make of Tara's latest message to me.

For one thing, her previous messages had led me to believe that she was quite worried about me and my future happiness. But apparently, I totally misread those messages, because unless I accept her hand of friendship or help or whatever, she's going to start to become very worried about me.

So all of her concern in the last messages was either in my imagination or fake.

Not exactly the best way to convince me to hand over my money.

But then, she does make a very good arguement about why I should hand over my money in the next paragraph; I could be one of those lucky few who succeed at everything they do, have everything in life and are truly happy.

That's a pretty good selling point for the 12 Secrets of Power.

Although I was under the impression that you can't buy happiness. But I guess that's a lie that those lucky few who already have the 12 Secrets of Power want us to believe. Those bastards.

And it's not like happiness even costs all that much; only $19.95. But since payment also involves handing over my account details to some stranger and her website, I think I may just wait until I don't have to before buying happiness.