I've got something to say...

Goodbye!

2009-01-05T22:38:00.003+11:00

The end of an era. A new beginning. A post full of cliches.

I HAVE A NEW BLOG! It's finally ready! So I won't be posting here anymore. The new one is a couple blog for both me AND Tim, which for some people will be most convenient, while for others, a introduction to the hilarity and sardonic humour that is the most lovable Tim.

But seriously, you should see this shit. It's something else. Something... MAGICAL. Well, now I'm just being silly. But really, it's a beautiful site. Created by my very own Timly. And I'm proud to share it with him.

But yes. If you want to follow me any longer, I'll be at the below address. I understand that due to radio silence you might be loathe to read what I have to say anymore, and that's completely understandable. However, I pinky promise that I'll update on this blog more, if only 'cause Tim spent the better part of a year making it. So I gotta make it good, right?! Right.

And you can't break a pinky promise.

www.notsounwashed.com

Farewell!

~ Jess

Hells yes, boys!

2008-08-06T01:22:00.003+10:00

Good evening ladies!

Sorry about the delay in all the blogging. See, I was GONNA get this new swanky blog, and I thought I'd save all my updates until that came along. However, for SOME reason, it's not ready yet. So I thought I'd let the internet in general know that I'm still alive. And I figure I've probably shaken off those stalkers by now.

Or added more!

Nothing says seduction like complete silence.

So yes! Please hold while I check my last update so I know what I've mentioned already.

Haha, shit. I really haven't updated in a while. So it's been more like 10 months since the move to Perth, and I'm totally all settled in now. Most people will know that Tim and I have found ourselves the cutest goddamn little house. It's got it's problems, but hey, who doesn't. And most of it's are fixable. Yeah, we've had the plumber round like 4 times already. But hey! It's still an awesome little house.

Already I've had occasion to be falling down drunk in it like.. what? 3 times? 4? 5? I can't even remember. They all sort of blur into one. But man, this house is great for getting drunk in. There are so many sharp corners, and hard things for me to hurt myself on. And I'm intimately accquainted with the kitchen floor now, it being my constant companion when I'm drunk. It and Debari. Good old Guitari.

Tompkins the Awesome recently came over to visit me, and that was truly great. It was so much fun having him around again, and I was sad to see him go. Hopefully he'll come back one day. But I won't hold my breath. I think he got along with my buddies pretty good, and vice versa. Some more than others I guess. I have clear visions of him getting along with John and such, but not so much people like Felix? That might just be my alcohol riddled brain, but yep. Whatevs!

I also just started uni today! It was the beginning of semester like, last week, but I haven't been able to make it to any classes yet, with work! Hopefully the iLectures will come up soon, so I don't get too behind, but I'm starting to freak out.

Man, the Curtin campus is NOTHING like Mac. Where Macquarie was spacious and spread out, Curtin is packed, and yet still, spread out. There are seriously like, a million buildings in there, and yet the campus is still huge. I'm sure there was much of Mac I didn't get to see in my short time there, but even still. I think I saw more buildings today, in search of one elusive building, that I saw in the entirety of my stay at Macquarie. That's not even an exaggeration.

The other thing is that it seems to be more organised. But I'm just putting that down to a Perth thing in general. Everything here is more efficient. Just about. I'm sure there's one big exception, but I can't think what it is. Anyway, there wasn't some massive mess of students higgldy-piggldy trying to enrol to pick subjects and whatnot. It was actually a one-on-one (well, two, I brought Tim, you see) meeting with the course supervisor, who went through all the options with me. I don't know how they possibly have the time for that, but hell, it was SO much freakin' better than at Mac. Also, their student services bit is WAY more organised, there are a lot more people, and wow, it's just so... not Macquarie.

Also you can order your textbooks online. Nice!

Man, Tim, Debari and I just saw the new X-Files movie. Man, people who say they didn't like it must've have watched any of the show, 'cause I think it really captured the essence of what the show was all about, really really nicely. It was probably even a little better than I was expecting. Man, who the fuck wrote that soundtrack though. That was absolute balls. About a dozen times during the movie I couldn't help but think maybe they got the intern to write it. 'Cause man. It was TRAGIC.

And tomorrow we've got an advanced screening of Taken. I'm not sure if I would've seen this one if it weren't for the free tickets. I mean, it looks okay, but maybe a little generic. I do enjoy watching Liam Neeson do anything though. He'll always be Qui-Gon Jinn to me though. Or at least some kind of kindly mentor.

Or talking lion.

Anyway, I know it's been a while, but that's all I can really think of at the moment. I would mention things like, video games, or like Felix coming home. But I think the people who read this either already know, 'cause they like, see him everyday or have never met the man. And don't care about video games. So I won't bother. I might just sign off.

Man, Fable 2 is gonna be freakin' wicked though. Hells yes, boys!

Good times had by all, I guess.

2008-01-07T18:06:00.000+11:00

Oh man, you know what I should do? Blog. Totally.

I expect most of my "fanbase" will've stopped reading by now, with such and enormous hiatus, but hopefully that'll just mean my unidentified stalker will have found someone else to stalk and moved on. Unless they're a serial stalker, I guess. But that's just time consuming.

So! I've been in Perth for nigh on 2 months now. Actually.... exactly 2 months! Yesterday! Coinciding nicely with the anniversary of Timothy and I being together for eighteen months! That's two babies, people! If we were serial concievers. Which I think we all know, we are.

So many serialists this post! I'm a serial serialer. I guess...

I can't even remember when the last time I posted was, but I'm going to go ahead and assume it was before Christmas and New Year and all that.

Christmas was fun. Well, okay, you understand. It was nothing like being at home with my amazing family, despite the fact that the number of presents increased by like 300%. I missed my family so very much. Especially since Dad decided to fly off to America to spend it with his floozies and whatnot. So it would have been a deliciously Dad-free Christmas. But no, I was here. And that was okay. Especially since discovering the most delicious thing ever.

Seriously.

I don't know maybe it's something they do over here? Or maybe it's just a Tim's-Mum thing. But yeah. It sounds horribly fattening and greasy to begin with, that's what I thought too. But don't knock it till you've tried it.

It's like the things Tom's Mum served at his 21st. Bacon wrapped around fruits and things. Only less wacky. Get this. Think about it. Bacon... wrapped around... sausages. Bacon wrapped sausages! I thought it could only lead to heart attacks, but man. MAN. It tastes GOOD. Not something you'd want to indulge in too often though.

Yep! Anyway, then we spent an awkward night with Tim's extended family who really enjoyed pretending I didn't exist. Good times had by all, I guess.

Oh man, looking back at my last post reminds me that it was even before my birthday! Man, my friends here are pretty awesome. They got they funds together and got me a pink DS! And like, Sarah came in and bought it from me! From... ME! Ridiculous!

And then they even hung around the whole night when my party was pretty dull. Kudos to them for their staying power.

Anyway, New Years was also cool! There was drinking too much, and cigars, and some stargazing. I believe I taught Debari about some constellations, but thinking back, I might've been making it up 'cause I was completely plastered. Having said that, I can't even remember what I told him, but we saw THREE SHOOTING STARS. I've never seen any! Woo! Go John's house, being all in the country and all, I guess.

I remember, at the time, totally thinking all "Hmm, I guess that makes sense with the meteor shower and whatnot" or something. The meteor shower? Just how drunk WERE you, lady?

Anyway, we left about when my boss was passed out on the lawn.

And coming next weekend is the beginning of the WeekLAN! I've never been to one, but from last year, and the way people here won't shut the fuck up about it, I'm thinking it's going to be pretty great!

And... I guess that's my list of stuff I've done! My head hurts, so I'ma go away from my computer now, I guess! Everyone else should blog too, dammit!

Video killed the what star?

2007-12-03T02:13:00.000+11:00

I have been SO slack since arriving.

In keeping in touch with the old country that is. I'm mostly slack on that because I'm busy doing stuff here. When I'm not working, I'm socialising or just plain not working. I landed a job at EB, by the way, for the people that don't know. I haven't quite sold my soul yet, but man. The things you learn are TERRIFYING.

But yeah, even SMSing. I get sent SMSes and I'm all "I'm in the middle of something or something! I'll reply later!" and then I never do. And after that I'm all "Well, I'll address that in the big mass email I keep meaning to send back home!" but I never do that either.

And calling. Don't get me started on calling. I received an SMS the other day from Tom, and I never replied. And then I was all "Goddamn, I NEVER reply! I'ma call instead!" and... yep. I never did that either.

SO! What I'm basically trying to say here is, I'm sorry all, if you've SMSed or tried to contact me in some way since my arrival, but I've been pretty freaking slack/busy.

I have my own theory for some of it, of course. Being that, before I moved I spent most of my evenings and sometimes days on the internet talking to Tim and doing less socialising than I should, and less video games. So now that I don't need the internet to talk to him, I've tended to shy away from the internet entirely, using my computer for games for the most part.

And then, with our purchase of an XBox 360, I'm using it even less. I've never owned a console before, but man, the 360 is a beautiful machine.

So yep! I'm usually selling video games, playing video games, or talkin' video games. And man, life is pretty sweet.

But yeah! This was only gonna be a short email to let you know that I'm a jerk, that I'm okay, and that things are fun here. There might be a longer, better update soon, but I wouldn't hold your breath, looking at the track record. In fact, with this tiny update, I might even put some emails on top priority instead. So... look forward to that I guess! Unless, y'know, I get distracted. By video games. And christmas shopping.

Life is GOOD.

P.S. Buy everyone you know Mass Effect for Christmas. Even yourself. Even if they don't have a 360. One day they will. And they'll want it.

It's mostly cleaning and packing.

2007-10-31T00:22:00.000+11:00

Wow, what do I even say.

Tonight is the end of an era. Tomorrow is the beginning of the end. And then later that week is the end, and the after that, the beginning.

I'm moving. Finally, it's happening and suddenly, with the imminent arrival of my Timothy and the beginning of a full-on week of doing goodbye stuffs, it's close and it's real. By the end of next week I'll be living in a new city, in a new state overlooking a new ocean. I'll be socialising with new friends, eating dinners with a new family, missing the people I used to see all the time, and seeing the people I used to miss all the time.

It's the end of an era, and I'm scared, I'm excited, I'm happy, I'm sad, I'm frustrated, I'm bored and I don't know what to do with myself. Well, I do. It's mostly cleaning and packing. But I'm in so much denial it's been impossible to start.

I'm making it sound worse than it is. I am truly excited. But there are a lot of things about Sydney that I don't want to leave behind. My Mum, my friends, my way of life for the last year or so. Tom's sense of humour, not least. Yes, Tom, you get a special mention. I don't want to make other people feel bad, like they're less important. But Tom's been a close friend for ages. I hardly do anything without him these days, and suddenly his understanding of my mind and hugely similar sense of humour are going to be three thousand kilometres away. You're my Scarecrow, man. I'm going to miss you most of all.

I'd take that analogy further along the Tinman and Cowardly Lion lines, but I think if I starting picking out more individuals, people would get upset at being left out and whatnot. So just Tom being super-special is enough.

Speaking of Tom, he turns 21 tomorrow. The big one. The last birthday anyone's going to be excited about until you turn 30. And think how scary that'll be. You might be married, have kids, a mortage, a divorce, a crazy stepmother, an affair. You might be a millionaire.

Notice I'm talking about you, despite the fact my birthday is just barely over a month later than yours? I'm sure psychologists have a term for that, and I'm pretty sure I know what it is! But I'm not going to say it in case I'm wrong and Jimi reads it. Then I'll never live it down and he might not like me anymore!

He celebrated this milestone birthday on Saturday night. I was celebrating extra hard for him, and I rather regretted it the next day. I made a right fool of myself, in front of people that will probably never forgive me. But I had a good time, and I think that's what counts. Wait...

Anyway, I fell off a chair, okay? It was uneven ground! Just ask Tom! I went all unconcious too. Good times. I had bruises aplenty the next day.

At least, I think, I managed to recruit extra people to come to my OWN party next week. Like Kat! And hopefully Lou! I.. hope they come anyway. Sadface. I also invited Alistair, but, uh. With my performance, I'm not sure he'll come! I'd sure like it though.

And I spent a long time talking to my drunk friends in Perth! Who were celebrating a similar birthday.

Finally, tomorrow is my last day at work. I haven't been working there very long, but wow. I sure have grown attached to the place. It's one of the first places where going there a few times a week didn't feel like a chore, and I didn't count the hours till I got to leave. And boy, am I attached to those kids. I'd like to say I'd steal some after I leave or something, but then if one actually went missing, I'd look like the prime suspect.

Anyway, I think that's where I'd better leave it. I'm tired from all the cleaning and I have to get up early to make final preparations and go to work and things. So the next time I update, I'll probably be in Perth. For good. I'll miss you all.

And update your blogs bitches. It's more important now than ever. How else will I keep up with the Sydney rabble.

Of Borg implants and modern masterpieces

2007-10-05T23:54:00.000+10:00

Blog spam!

Yes, another entry this week! Or something. I was almost going to look up when it was to verify my claims, but I won't because goddamn I just can't be bothered and I DO WHAT I WANT.

I actually have some things in particular to scree about today, and I know how you all love the nonsensical ramblings, but don't lose interest yet, 'cause I'm excited so I'm pretty sure you can expect it to be pretty absurd anyhow.

Anyway, first exciting piece of news, my insulin pump, that I mentioned in the last entry! Today when I discussed it with my Diabetes Educator, we decided for once and for all that I will definately be getting one! And what's more, my move isn't delayed at all, which was another worry I had.

But I'm getting ahead of myself! For those that don't know, an insulin pump is a little thing maybe about the size of a mobile phone or a pager, and I keep with me all the time, and is attached to my insides at all time. It's like a permanent needle or something. And it pumps insulin at a regular basal rate, and allows me to give extra insulin when I eat or y'know, drink six litres of coke. Conversely, it also allows extra flexibility if I don't feel like eating if I'm sick or if I do some kind of exercise or something like that, where I would usually have to fiddle around with blood sugars and insulin.

Now, I'm talking as if you all know the basic workings of diabetes. So sorry if I'm not making a lot of sense! What did I say about nonsensicality?

It also gets me out of a horrible vicious cycle that I'm in at the moment that a lot of people won't even realise that I'm having a lot of trouble with day to day, that goes something like this:

Step 1: Have hypo (low blood sugar)
Step 2: Freak out and overcompensate (have too much sugar)
Step 3: Have high blood sugar from overcompensating
Step 4: Freak out and have too much insulin to compensate
Step 5: Have hypo from too much insulin.
Step 6: I think you can see where I'm going with this.

So basically my blood sugars are swinging from high to low a LOT which is really really unhealthy, and what's more adds to the problem, as it apparently causes cravings for sweet things! Anyway, so the pump will help me to not swing so badly, and things.

There are also a lot of other benefits, but that's probably the main one. Really, when it comes down to it, if you compare what I'm doing at the moment, and what I'll be doing with a pump, there is no way in which have 4 injections a day and forgetting to take my blood sugars is superior.

So basically, come February, I'll be vacationing in the lovely Sydney for two weeks, and getting my very first Borg implant. I could get it done in my new home of Perth, but it would mean some kind of delay, and also this particular Diabetes Centre has some practices which are unique in Australia. So it's just a little better. And seeing I was coming back about then for mah Gramma's birthday, it seemed like there was no reason not to come back!

Anyway, so that's pretty exciting, huh! Sorry about the people who were thoroughly bored by that, but it's the closest thing to a cure that I'll be seeing for a long, LONG time, and goddamn it, I'm pretty goddamn excited.

Let's see, what was the other thing.

Ah yes! I recently went out and purchased the brand new Nightwish album! "Dark Passion Play". Their first release since kicking the epic butt of Tarja out of the band and adopting one Anette Olzon as the new lead singer.

Now, there are a lot of people who're all "Oh man Tarja was the shit, Nightwish is nothing without her!" and there are a lot of people who are all "No way man, Tarja sucked, Anette all the way!" and frankly I was always a bit of both. I was a bit of a hater. Tarja was being a giant bitch, but this new woman just doesn't have the epic sound Tarja did and gives the whole band a more 'poppy' feel.

Anyway, so I bought the new album, mostly out of frustration. And then listening briefly to the beginnings of tracks I was forced to accept that I didn't really like what I was hearing. In particular, it seems that Tarja was holding back their particularly creepy side. For example, the first track a 14 minute epic called The Poet and the Pendulum, mostly seems to involve someone, possibly the songwriter, being cut in half by a giant swinging blade. Now, I'm aware this is a fairly superficial understanding, and I'm sure it's a metaphor for a dozen different things. But it still creeps me out to the point that I can't actually listen to it. This feeling is enhanced by the "chopping through flesh" sound effects and the voice of a small boy saying things like "I'm afraid, I'm so afraid/ Being raped again, and again, and again/ I know I will die alone/ But loved."

It just pushes it a little too far. I'm just not one for violence. Real, imagined, visual, described or anything.

But upon further listening, with the shuffle setting on Winamp turned on, it was far more enjoyable. It really was just unfortunate that their most awful of songs was the first on the album and so, formed my first impression.

For the purposes of this review, I had thought to try and pinpoint a track at which the album peaks. But really, there are so many genres explored and mixed that it's hard to name a favourite. There are several distinctly gentle tracks, many outright metal tracks, and some that seem to blur the boundaries. "The Islander" contains a beautiful and haunting melody, enhanced by the soothing harmonies of Anette, while "Master Passion Greed" explores their darker side once more, and is a lot more... metal, even though it throws in some particularly Bond-esque trumpets. "Eva" gently describes the sadness of a small child being mocked while "Whoever Brings the Night" (one of my personal favourites) seems to be about whores, who 'love to suffer' (I'm not sure I understand that song completely, yet).

Between all these contrasts is the instrumental "Last of the Wilds", half celtic fiddle and uilleann pipes, half roaring guitar solos and metallic beat.

So! "Dark Passion Play" is a masterpiece of modern melodic metal. Not that.. I think there was too much archaic melodic metal. It pleases me on every one of my music loving levels. There's even some gospel in there. Seriously, if that's not multigenre, I just don't know what is.

The Federation are dirty Communists

2007-10-01T14:30:00.000+10:00

Alright, alright, alright.

I WAS going to start getting shite ready for my move in just over a month. But apparently everyone wants me to blog! Which is fine, I sure like being missed. But you'll regret it when you hear that I haven't blogged in forever 'cause I've been sick and in bed for the last 3 or 4 weeks. But I'll do it now that I've been un-shaped, and using the internet isn't a tedious chore to be avoided at all costs, due to the slowness of dial-up. Yep. Sucks to be me.

A few months ago, during my last stay at the Lady Timlington residence, there was a strain of flu going around now known as the Influenza Apocalyptica. Lotsa people just real sick, and I was among them, resulting in the short stay in the hospital which I may or may not have blogged about. Anyway, I never really got over that! I was coughing and sniffling for months after that. So when I went to the doctor about other things, I also brought up the fact that I just wanted to shake this cold/flu thing forever. So she put me on a weeks worth of antibiotics, and sent me on my merry way. That was a Tuesday. The following Tuesday, after the full course, I was feeling somewhat better, not entirely, but enough. The Thursday of the same week, yes, two days after I'd finished the antibiotics, I start coughing up my lungs and my nose is full of terrifying shite and my head wants to asplode and I want to be sick everywhere.

Thank you doctor!

So yeah, that was a few weeks ago now, and I'm only recently at the stage where I can actually go out or y'know, spend most of my day out of bed. I had to come home from work the other day 'cause I literally felt on the verge of collapse.

The weird thing is, is that I hear a couple of people on the Westside who were sick at the same time as I was, are getting their flu thing back as well, again, at the same time. Which, I dunno, must suggest its something about the virus or bacteria that it makes a reappearance after several months or something? I dunno, it could also be a huge coincidence.

But I don't believe in coincidences.

In other news, the deadline for my move grows ever closer, with D-Day being only slightly more than a month away. However, due to the aforementioned sickness issues, working and other commitments, and sheer laziness I haven't made a dent on the To-Do list I need to complete in this month. Which is starting to worry me slightly. But I also know that I tend to work under pressure, and that this is something that I want a LOT, so I'm sure I can push myself to do it.

It just seems like such an enormous mountain to scratch and claw away at, and it's my fingernails falling apart, not the indefatigable peak.

I think I might've used that word incorrectly. But I've always wanted to use it in a sentence, so it's staying.

Also, karaoke!

Me and my homeboys and girls went into Town this most recent Friday night, for some karaoke hijinks! These hijinks also included Starbucks coffee and EasyWay/bubble tea (depending on what side of the continent you're on). Also, sitting in McDonalds and looking at the cunningly contrived penises made from discarded chip packets that had been strewn about in various lights.

Greg thought they were hammers. Heh.

Sorry, Frets on Fire break. I had to play Push Push (Lady Lightning).

In other other news, I might be getting an insulin pump! Which is pretty great, because I'm possibly the worlds worst diabetic. And also, private health insurance pays the whole damn thing! Wheee! That's upwards of $8000. Wheee! 'Course, it also means I'll be a step closer to being Borg than ever before. But whatever. As long as I don't go blind.

I guess they probably have Borg inplants for that as well. But I'm not ready to get assimilated yet.

Tim pointed out to me last night, that the Federation are like, the hugest bunch of dirty Communists ever. I had never thought of that! It's also shocking that Tim knew more about Star Trek than I did, considering he's hardly/hasn't watched any. I guess I just wasn't paying attention in First Contact.

Anyway! Communists.

In otter news, otters are cute.

I'm re-reading Lord of the Rings at the moment. Anyone that's been near me in the last week will know this already. Because I'm enjoying it SO THOROUGHLY that everyone I talk to has to sit through a neverending stream of me singing it's praises.

This is only surprising to me because when I read it as a younger nerd, I found it pretty boring, and I tending to just skip to the bits with dialogue so that I had a vague idea what was going on, without having to try and decipher the thousands of pages of history and lore. But this time! Having watched the movies many a time, so the plot is fairly well known to me now, the bits of history and lore, and the parts that differ from the movies are the far more interesting. The history especially. So much so in fact, that I'm thinking of having another crack at the Silmarillion. I'm not sure I'm ready for that, but I'm willing to give it a go, quite frankly. 'Cause I just want to know everything about this world. Everything! And he hints at so much stuff that's never explained in the book, as if it's common knowledge. And dammit, I WANT it to be.

Anyway, I think I've procrastinated long enough. It's time to get packing and what-forth (thank you, Tom).

There, you can all stop flaming me now!

I'm.. I'm sorry.

2007-08-25T19:03:00.000+10:00

It's a Harry Potter meme.

The Books in Order from Favorite to Least Favorite:

1. Order of the Phoenix
2. Prisoner of Azkaban
3. Half Blood Prince
4. Deathly Hallows
5. Goblet of Fire
6. Philosopher's Stone
7. Chamber of Secrets

Number of Times You Have Read the Series:
I'm gonna have to say none! Just 'cause I've only read the last one once, and that'd pretty much disqualify me from this badly worded question! I've read the others a buncha times though. So you can suck it.

Favorite Chapter from Your Favorite Book:
In any of the books, the chapters where Harry gets all the mysteries explained. The rest of the book is basically just padding for these chapters.

Five Favorite Characters:
Tonks, Luna, Sirius Black, Grawp and Snape.

Three Least Favorite Characters:
Umbridge, Fudge and Percy. No question.

Favorite Member of the Trio:
Hermione. She was the only one who never emo-ed out or was a complete jerk. Without one of the others doing something jerky. Y'know what I mean.

Three Favorite Magical Creatures:
Merpeeps, the Basilisk was pretty mad, even if it was entirely inaccurate, and... Hippogriffs I guess?

Favorite Family:
I don't think there were that many families to choose from! Uhh.. so.. I guess.. The Weasleys? (Thanks Sarah! Hee.)

Favorite Villain:
I would say Umbridge, 'cause she's the one that made me hate her the most, which is I guess what they're meant to do. But I just freakin' hate her so much. So I'm gonna say... Lucius Malfoy. He's got so much style. And calm evil.

Favorite Death Eater:
I'ma say Lucius again! Out of sheer laziness.

Favorite Non-Hogwarts Magical Building:
That lollyshop in Hogsmeade. Maybe I'm just a sucker for sweetness. But gawwd. It always made me wanna go there.

Favorite Diagon Alley Location:
The pub!

Three Favorite Spells:
Alohomora! Expecto Patroooonuuuuummm! That one what rends! That the Half-Blood Prince cooked up.

Three Favorite Potions:
Felix Felicis, the Polyjuice one, and uh... I think there was a blue one in there somewhere? I don't know. Potions don't interest me! Apart from thinking "Why're they having so much trouble?! Surely if they followed the instructions!"

Favorite Unforgivable Curse:
Crucio! The Avada Kedavra is too evil, and I just can't quite work out how the Imperius curse would work.

Favorite Department of Mysteries Room:
The one with the brains! Or possible the Time one!

Biggest Surprise:
All that shite what happened at the end of The Deathly Hallows. I mean... WTF.

Biggest Letdown:
Sirius Black dying! He was the best character. But they made him a bad guy for most of the 3rd, ignored him for most of the 4th, and killed him off in the 5th. Dude! Gypped!

Favorite Mode of Transportation:
Portkeys, probly. They just sound odd.

Favorite Weasley:
Ginny. Man, I'd do her so quick.

Favorite Order Member:
Sirius Black. Until he's UNFAIRLY KILLED OFF. Then Tonks. Maybe we should smoosh them together.

Favorite pet:
Hedwig. I always wanted her. She was so pretty.

One Character You’d Bring Back to Life:
Well... Sirius Black or.. uh. Someone else. Who dies in the last book. That I don't want to ruin for people like Tom who haven't read it.

Moment That Will Always Make You Cry:
I, uh. I don't cry in books. Maybe I'm a cold unfeeling robot? I just don't know. But yeah. N/A

Favorite Hogwarts Room:
Dumbledore's Office. You could just stare at it for hours! And THEN start fiddling with shit.

Favorite Class:
Transfiguration, Charms or Defence Against the Dark Arts. Y'know, any of the ones where they actually learned junk.

Favorite Teacher:
Favourite I'd like to HAVE as a teacher? Probably Hagrid. Overall, probably Snape. As long as Dumbledore doesn't count?

Favorite DADA teacher:
Well, that's an annoying question! It'd have to be Lupin, even though he annoys me, 'cause all the others annoy me far, far more. Hmph!

Least Favorite Teacher:
Umbridge!

Favorite Non-Human Hogwarts Resident:
The giant squid!

Favorite Hogsmeade Location:
That awesome aforementioned lollyshop, or possibly the Three Broomsticks. In Winter.

Favorite Triwizard Champion:
Uh.. uhh.. uhhhh! Cedric! Or Krum! They were both so SO cute. Sigh.

Favorite Triwizard Task:
The one in the lake. I just love that lake so much!

Which Character You’d Ask to the Yule Ball:
Neville! Did you see the way he got all excited? Totally worth it!

Which Character You’d Like to Use a Love Potion On:
Fleur. For bragging rights. Seriously, I don't know why they don't try that more often.

Which Character You’d Like to Use Veritaserum On:
Probably Dumbledore. There's so much I didn't understand in Deathly Hallows. And I want him to explain it better!

How Long You Have Been a HP Fan:
Shucks. Gee. I borrowed the first book from Ineke. So it was before she left. But before the movies came out. So I guess it'd have to be about 2000? Or 1999? I suppose it might've even been primary school? I just don't know.

Favorite Wizard Rock Band:
That one that was actually made up of like, Radiohead and... some other punk band or something. In the Goblet of Fire. Yep! Trivia!

Number of Midnight Releases You Have Attended:
None! I'm also awesome!

Favorite HP Website:
I don't go to the internet for rumours, unfortunately for this question!

Most Ridiculous Potter Theory You’ve Heard:
Please see above!

Character You’re Most Like:
Maybe Ron? I also get emo occasionally, and I know what it's like to have to live up to a lotta crap!

House You Think You’d Be Sorted Into:
Probably Hufflepuff, 'cause I'm pretty average at everything.

Your Patronus Would Be A:
Probably a piece-o'-fluff kitten, that would be useless against Dementors. Or a panther!

To You, Amortentia Would Smell Like:
I can't even remember what that is! But uh... something good!

You’d Use Felix Felicis To:
Nothing specific, I don't think. Just to have some kind of perfect day.

The Job You Would Most Like to Try:
Dragon-wrangler.

Which You Would Rather See — a Sequel or a Prequel:
Ummm.. Probably a Prequel. Just 'cause we KNOW Voldemort's been around before. Whereas if it was a sequel they'd have to think up a new enemy, or try and bring Voldemort back somehow. Which is so freakin' lame. Anyway, apparently she's working on a crime fiction novel now.

The Movies in Order from Favorite to Least Favorite:

Goblet of Fire
Order of the Phoenix
Prisoner of Azkaban
Chamber of Secrets
Philosopher's Stone

EITHER/OR…

Animagus or Metamorphmagus: Metamorphagus
Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans or Chocolate Frogs: Chocolate frogs. The beans just scare me. 'Cause surely, when considering *every* flavour in the world, there are more things that aren't food than are. So already the majority wouldn't taste good. And then there are the FOODS you don't like. It's just simple mathematics.
Black or Lupin: Black.
CAPSLOCK HARRY or Emo!Harry: CAPSLOCK HARRY!
Death Eaters or Dumbledore’s Army: Why don't you just ask "good" or "evil"? Probably the Death Eaters anyway. 'Cause the DA is really just a bunch of punk kids.
Draco or Lucius: Lucius. I love that man.
Durmstrang or Beaubaxtons: Don't make me choose! The girls were prats, but hot. The guys were hot but apparently evil? Or something? Anyway, Durmstrang.
Floo Powder or Broom: Floo Powder
Fred or George: I'd take 'em both at the same time, quite frankly.
Grimmauld Place or The Burrow: Grimmauld Place
Herbology or Care of Magical Creatures: Herbology sounds pretty dull. Care of Magical Creatures.
Hippogriffs or Thestrals: Well, considering I've never seen someone die, I guess it'd be Thestrals, 'cause I wouldn't know what the others looked like! Did you like how they *didn't* address the fact that half the party were flying across England on things they couldn't see, in the movie?
Invisibility cloak or Pensieve: They're too completely different things! I guess... pensieve?
Mermish or Parselmouth: Mermish. So I could be all "OH GOD DON'T KILL ME! WHERE THE CRAP IS ARIEL?!"
Occlumency or Legilimency: Uh, probably both? I think it'd be more helpful if you had both anyway.
Peeves or Nearly Headless Nick: Peeves is a giant jerk. Nearly Headless Nick has been helpful and junk on many an occasion.
Peter Pettigrew or Mundungus Fletcher: Mundungus Fletcher. At least he's a good guy. Even if he is a jerk.
Professor Binns or Professor Umbridge: Professor Binns I guess! By default.
S.P.E.W. or the Inquisitorial Squad: Uh. I'll, uh. I'll get back to you.
The Ministry of Magic or Gringotts: Gringotts for the win. That place was pretty freakin' mad. I hear there's a dragon in there.
Three Broomsticks or The Leaky Cauldron: Three Broomsticks.
Werewolf or Inferus: Inferius probably. I assume you mean "Which would you rather face?" I guess the walking corpses, 'cause they'd be pretty slow!
Whomping Willow or Flying Ford Anglia: Whomping Willow I guess? I... don't quite know what you're asking!
Yule Ball or Quidditch Championship: Yule Ball, probly. Sports events bore me. Even magical ones.

Okay! I'm sorry! I had to do it, Sarah was going to kill me. That took ages, and a lot of the questions were kind of dumb. But... yeah! It's done. Real update soon... er or later.

In other news, I have blue fingernails.

2007-08-16T01:48:00.000+10:00

Oh man, you know what'd be great? If someone other than me blogged! I keep mentioning it, I keep hold of my hopes. But srsly, Dogblog has updated more recently than some of you. And that guy was on hiatus for like six months. I'll also have you know, some of you, who I shan't namerise, and therefore leave you all in fear of my vague and ineffective wrath, that I've recently deleted some of you from my bookmarks! You just suck THAT MUCH.

So! In the space of last entry and this one, I've got a new job, and applied for about a million more. I'm a childcare worker! At a daycare centre! Terrifying, no? Check your children carefully when they come home. Baby-blood is the freshest.

But yeah, it's pretty great. I worked my longest shift ever today, and reflected halfway through that it didn't feel like numerous hours had passed, and it *really* didn't feel like work. I guess that's 'cause it's not really. I'm not entering data, or programming uh.. robots. Or working with thousands of dollars. What I AM working with though, is our FUTURE. I'm led to believe. Though frankly I hope they get a little more education before that comes around. Seriously, they can't even put jackets on.

But yeah, it's pretty great! The pay is a lot better than I was getting as a nanny, though that's mostly my fault, and due to my lack of experience, and I basically spent my first hour today patting toddler's backs to lull them into sleep. I dunno if the hot jazz was meant to help though, but that's not my decision. Still it's a far cry from cleaning week-old urine off bathroom floors and fixing cracks in walls.

Anyway, they aren't giving me enough hours. Hence the applying for another million jobs. I'm moving to Perth, y'see! Finally, the dream becomes a reality. Assuming I can get some cash. Which I totally can. So it's a reality, see.

Man. I was kind of hoping this other nanny woman was gonna call in the morning. 'Cause she didn't call tonight like she was meant to y'see. But it's like 2am now, and I don't know if I want her to! Dumb bitch. Why didn't she just call tonight like she was meant to!

Also, job-hunting is hard. TOO HARD.

Gee Jess, do you wanna talk about work a little more, maybe? I dunno!

I'm just stressing out about it a lot lately! Sorry! This is therapy as well as entertainment dammit.

Coupled with the fact that basically all attempts at sociability lately have been foiled like so many leftovers, you can pretty much read 'stressing out' as 'freaking the fuck out' and I really need to get out somewhere where I can make 8 sex jokes a minute, and swear like a sailor with Tourettes while I'm doing it. So y'know, not home and not work. I'm looking at you, Sydney-ites.

Though y'know, if anyone who ISN'T in Sydney wants to make their way here and hang out with me, I'd be up for that too. Please God, just someone save me.

In other news, I have blue fingernails.

Don't worry, they were painted that way. It's not frostbite or something. It hasn't been THAT cold. Oh-ho! Oh, shut up.

Turns out blue fingernails don't taste so good! Kind of like nailpolish.

It's minute-by-minute updates in Jesstown!

I should call my blog "Jesstown". That'd really make those constant references to Jesstown a lot clearer.

Okay, when I start posting a series of one-liners, I think we both know it's time to quit while I'm ahead. I dunno, maybe I'll do a better post later. Or maybe I won't. We live on the edge, here in Jesstown. And you better keep up, lest we throw you over. Which will be a lot harder to do, seeing we'll have to slow down to get you, and also, that phrase never made any mention of speed, so maybe I'm reading too much into it. But yeah. Edges! You better watch yourself.

Done any meth lately?

LULZ

2007-08-06T01:15:00.000+10:00

Mingle² - Indianapolis Singles

That's right bitches!

3 x 'bitches'

2 x 'fuck'

1 x 'fuckin'

Unfortunately, you all confessed non-existant sins.

2007-07-30T20:49:00.000+10:00

Right losers. Everyone, but *everyone* just left me on MSN at the same time. If I didn't know better I'd say you were all planning some sort of surprise party for me, or hiding in your nuclear bunkers. But the overwhelming theory is that you all suck collectively. So I'm going to blog to let you all know how much you suck.

Also! Of other things!

Firstly, I'd like to thank all my "non-lurkers" who saw fit to comment last entry. Unfortunately, you all confessed non-existant sins, cause it seems I flushed out every person who's ever read my blog EXCEPT the actual lurker I was going for. Which is fine, I got a good response from it! But yeah, I just wanted you to know that I didn't have a single one of you in mind when I was talking about lurkers. I think Simon was the only real surprise. Sorry guys, it's not that I don't like you it's just... yeah... yeah I can hang out for a bit, I guess. Oh, and Debari was a surprise too! Also, TWO James's in one post! That confused me for a little while, I tell you what.

In other news, Transformers. Possibly the most metal cartoon ever? See that! I almost made a pun! Or something. But no, I refer, of course, to the original movie's theme song. By one.. Lion? Anyway, the point is, IT'S PURE POWER METAL. And frankly, that's the maddest thing ever. I was sent it by Tim, merely as a reference, as he was sending me a cover! Turns out the original was the awesomest thing ever, and I feel like we're slightly closer as a couple now that I've added it to my usual playlist. 'Cause seriously, dat sum wack shit.

Oh! So I suppose you want to hear more about my trip to the West Side? I know you do, don't be shy.

I'll list it in point form for you, so we can all be very clear:

Perth is awesome.
No, that's it. Everything in Perth is awesome.

I even ventured into the world of the unknown, and attended a social occasion without Tim on my arm! I refer, of course, to the Harry Potter premiere, in GOLD CLASS, to which he refused to accompany me. Jerk. However, Sarah and I made out in the darkness between occasional glances at the screen and the odd nacho, while Michael and Jeremy looked on in the kind of awe that only two hot women making out can inspire, and it was a good day.

Also, I may have played down the nachos a little. NACHOS, PEOPLE. In the movies! OMGAWESOME.

Then just a few days later, Tim came with me to see Harry Potter again, anyway. Gah! Why didn't you come to the Gold Class premiere! Did you get a good deal on the makeout footage, HUH?

There was also a poker night, during which Sarah and I played Guitar Hero for like 4 hours, and it was the best thing ever.

Oh man. My bloggin'-groove is lost 'cause Windows Media Player gave me the shits for like 20 minutes. Talk about unintuitive. IF THAT'S EVEN A WORD. I guess it is. Anyway, if I wasn't so used to it and frightened of having to get used to another, I'd totally use something else. But no, I do like to torture myself so, and really WMP and it's associated .wma's are the best way to do it, frankly.

Did I ever tell y'all about the time Tim and I made a CD of about a billion .mp3s for the many-hour trip to Canberra and back? I was all the time wondering why none of my songs seemed to be on it. Turns out when they said '.mp3' they meant just that, and I'd forgotten what WMP rips 'em as .wmas! JERKS! Good thing Tim has decent taste in music. Bad thing I'm a huge ditz.

What does the 'a' in .wma stand for anyway? I'm sure it's really obvious and I'll feel even stupider for asking the internet. But I just can't think of it. And I'm really just typing things that enter my head, as they come.

I found myself uncharacteristically bopping along to a lot of Sophie Ellis Bexter tracks in JB Hi-Fi one day. Now I'm home though, I can't find a single one that I enjoy. Apart from that 'Catch You' business. What is it about this wench and her being able to add an element of creepy to what could just as easily be your everyday pop song? I have to admit, I admire it a bit. If she's not murderin' on the dancefloor, she's stalking someone across the planet. I do like it.

I really want to write again. I've been having this feeling for a while, and it's mainly why I blog. But like, I'm going through what appears to be the Guinness World Record for Longest Writer's Block EVAR (it's in there, trust me) as I haven't been able to think of a decent plot for even a short story in like, 5 years or something. I'm not counting my Extension 2 short stories, 'cause really, I forced them out like a pregnant lady in The Medieval Times and I was just as unhappy with them. Which I guess was reflected in the mark. But yeah, if anyone has any ideas for me, it'd be really mad. I'm serious, you want some fiction written, I'm your ladytype.

I can clearly still put these word-things together with some amount of eloquence. But seriously, inspiration eludes me like Harry Potter fans avoid the internet before a book launch.

Hear that? Topical!

Totally. Not. A vampire.

2007-06-26T18:05:00.000+10:00

OMG PRTH WTF HW GD'S THT?!

(Goodness gracious, I'm appear to be on the opposite side of the country to that which I usually am, and my, isn't it wonderful?)

And that's the story of how NetSpeak evolved.

As sort of stated, I'm in Perth again! How good is that! It's so lovely to be back again, even if it's been raining, Tim's been sick, and basically the most exciting thing I've done is being able to play Neverwinter Nights 2 while Tim's at work. That's all okay, cause I've totally got stuff on the To-Do list (we did actually make a list, come to think of it) and I'm pretty sure Tim's on the mend. So thing's'll be looking up soon. Looking up, from basically three-quarters of the way up the scale anyway, so that's pretty darn good.

So it's come to my attention recently that I have some lurkers. For those, perhaps not familiar with the term, specifically those who're doing it, as they need to know that I'm referring to them, a lurker is one who reads blogs and things, say for a very specific example, mine, but doesn't make themselves known. Actually, having just piqued my interest, Wikipedia tells me it's more about forums and messageboards and things, which does make sense. BUT! That's not the point. The point is, I have (a) person(s) reading my blog, and obviously being interested in it, or might I hazard, enjoying it, and frankly, I'd like to make your acquiantance! I'm not scary, I don't bite unless specifically asked (true story) and the idea of you making yourself known to me thrills me a little. In a good, totally uncreepy way. 'Course the easiest way for you to do this would be to leave a comment. That'd be great, cause it would mean I could avoid putting my email address on the internet for the internet to trap in-ter it's net. So yeah. Do that, maybe. No-one gone give you shit for anything you say, and I'll be sure to personally beat any of my friends what do.

Anyway, I'm just saying. Totally not a vampire.

Tonight I see Tim's Perthian friends! I'm pretty hot for this idea, as I think they're a bunch of the greatest mofos I've ever been associated with. Only Felix is gone now, and it doesn't feel quite the same without him. Well, I mean, I'm pretty sure it won't. Cause like, I wouldn't have seen him anyway. But knowing that I won't doesn't feel quite the same... as knowing that I will. YEP!

Enjoying Queensland, Felix? You know you are. Nothing but hot people. You know you'll fit right in.

Hmm, 4:30, eh? Despite starting a post, I don't really have time to finish it! Maybe I'll save it and finish it later. In which case, I should probably delete this line when I do. Or maybe I won't, just to be odd.

Simon's lady-friend Jane is staying here with Tim's family as well. She seems nice enough, only she doesn't look at me, or say anything to me. But I'm sure I'd be the same, and I'm going to put it down to shyness, rather than some horrible and arbitrary dislike for me, which should be completely unfounded. But who knows! Maybe I'm just a jerk. Well, I'm pretty sure I am but like, she shouldn't be able to tell yet.

Unless Simon told her! ... The Dastard ...

We went and saw Ocean's Thirteen last night! A little formulaic, but it's still enjoyable cause the formula works. Just wasn't really heavy on the storyline. Also prefaced this with dinner, in the form of breakfast. OH GOD YES. Ironically named "Fast Eddy's" does a mean, uh, toast.
And things.

Anyway! I should totally go shower now, before I run out of whoring up time before I go "hang" with the "peeps" at some "place". If you follow me. Which I'm almost certain you don't.

... YEAH.

Remember what I said lurkers! This could be the start of a beautiful friendship! Or you could just keep being anonymous. Whatever works for you. Anyway, you should all comment, and stop being jerks. Yeah. You heard me right. Jerks. Now what're you gonna do about it?

... Hopefully comment.

In rage.

It's the A-Rock-alypse!

2007-06-02T22:07:00.000+10:00

I've been reading some blogs tonight. Some of the regular rounds, others just following links from the blogs of others saying "My, their name interests me vaguely!" Anyway, I found some interesting sounding people, and many people infinitely more talented than myself. Usually this would put me OFF blogging, but tonight, I thought to myself, "Wait, what's the one thing I'm good at?" And the answer my friends, is writing. Or in the case of blogging, using my cold-to-the-point-of-not-responding fingers to type in my mental notes until I run out of things to say, or I think I've gone on too long.

That and grabbing my cat and saying "YOU'RE A KITTY!"

He really likes that. He needs to know.

Today's lesson on stereotypes begins anon.

Granted I was in a *pub* in *Bondi* so I'm pretty sure that there, every night is 'come as your favourite stereotype' night, but even still, some observations.

Girls: You're all blonde, you're all ditzy, you're all wearing those stupid fucking boots and tuck your jeans into them, and you all drink white wine. Tell me why. WHY? Okay, okay, I know I'm a blonde too. But I don't count because I'm not one of YOU. I'm sitting by the window with a sneer while you all lean down provocatively and unnecessarily. I assume it is because all your concentration is divided between how much cleavage is showing and just who you're sticking your shapely behind at, that you missed that really easy shot while playing pool, but it might just be because you're STUPID. You should think about taking that in a new direction. Like, say NOT being stupid. That's really hot this season.

And seriously, what the fuck is with those boots.

And seriously, what the fuck is with that white wine? I like a glass of wine as much as the next person that likes wine, but when I go to a *pub* I will not try and impress everyone with how sophisticated I am by drinking white wine just like everybody else. Seriously, if you're a chick and not drinking white wine, you're outta uniform.

Okay, and boys, specifically of the soccer persuasion: You're all English. You're all English, you're all loud-mouthed and you all sing. I'm not sure what came first, the loud-mouthedness, the Englishness or the Soccer-loving, but those fitting this description all seem to gravitate toward each other, and also that pub last night.

I think that about ends the lesson on stereotypes and trends in bogans in Bondi.

Ah, Furious Angels. Makes even grocery shopping feel like an epic adventure. "Look out behind you! Yoghurt! *Swooshing-sound-as-I-do-Neo-like-dodging-of-yoghurt-attacks*"

In other music news, I remember blogging about finding this awesome band called "Ayreon" and how awesome he was and all. Well, soon after that, someone gave me a copy of his epic space opera "Into the Electric Castle". And well, I quickly lost the first CD, so I didn't listen to it until recently, for fearing I'd come in halfway through the storyline.

However, since finding that first CD recently, I have not been able to stop listening to this space opera. It is truly one of the greatest things I've ever heard. And I like to think I've been around enough to know a little about what I'm talking about. It has a truly complex and bizarre storyline, he draws on what must be about a dozen completely different styles of music, there's muso-symbolism, four-part harmony, at one of my favourite points theres three completely separate melodies weaving in and out of each other. He's truly a gifted musician. AND I read on his wikipedia article that he can't read sheet music. I find the fact that he can do all this, and not record any of it on paper for future reference.. pretty damn awesome.

Some of his ideas are so wacky though. And I quote "Do not be afraid. For I am merely the vocal manifestation of your eternal dreams."

Seriously though, it's one of the greatest things I've heard in my life.

While discovering new 'best-things-ever', I'm also re-discovering a lot of awesome old songs that I haven't heard in years. Namely "Save Yourself" and "Your Woman". Great songs. I don't know how I ever lost them.

Don't you love that feeling where you hear a song you haven't heard in a long time, and it was one that you used to really love, but just heard too often. So then you come back to it and it's like falling in love again? That's a beautiful feeling.

Oh man. "Hardrock Hallelujah" for example. Lordi, you are beautiful people. "It's the A-Rock-alypse" people!

In other news, Sarah is awesome. More people should comment like her. Unfortunately though, due to my complete shitness on MSN, I haven't got back to her about any of those things that she asked. Sorry Sah! I'll stop being gay soon. Or perhaps start, just for you.

Anyway, I think I'm outta things to say. Gee, it'd be nice if someone like TIM would comment. Also, did I get my very first spam comment on my last post? Normally I'd just say 'yes' and move on. It was just.. so odd, is all. Oh well! Yay, spam for me!

I have too much to say about nothing

2007-05-20T23:40:00.000+10:00

If there's one thing consistent about my blogging frequency, it's that, about a week before I have an essay due, there'll be an update. I don't have anything much to report except I DON'T WANNA DO MY ESSAY and that's no big surprise anyway.

Oh man, F-Man is totally moving to Queensland! Follow the link on the side, to his journal, to read about the trials and tribulations about landing this job, but he TOTALLY MADE IT. Because he is a WINNER. You hear me, F-Man? You're a WINNER. Congrats, dude. Seriously.

Only you'll be leaving about a week before I visit next, which I do NOT appreciate. But I guess the new job's more important. And I'm super happy for you. (Seriously, hot people EVERYWHERE.)

But yeah! My next trip to Perth has been organised already, and I'll be leaving in 5 weeks from yesterday, and staying about 3 and a half weeks this time. 5 weeks doesn't seem very long. Except that I have essays, exams, and research participation to get out of the way in that time. Not to mention listen to all those lectures I skipped. Not to mention myriad doctor's appointments. I think the time will fly like crazy, and I gots to get some money in there as well. That'll be interesting.

So, I read a book recently. This isn't one of those "*gasp* shock horror, she read a book!" moments. I read a lot of books. This book is worth mentioning however, due to it's sheer bizarreness. This book is called "Spiral". With the words "written by the author of Ring" on the cover, but no mention of the word "sequal" I had originally just thought that perhaps Koji Suzuki wasn't actually a great writer, and basically had all of one plot that he put in all his books, with the videotape that kills people. But no, it turned out to be another sequel, and fair enough.

Anyway, what's really weird about this book, is the fact that it goes from fairly boring to completely bizarre, really suddenly, about I dunno, five chapters from the end. It had been fairly mundane to begin with, "Omg, ppl r dying, wtf, smallpox?" Until, and I should, at this point say, OMG SPOILERZ!, but I don't imagine you'll never read it, until suddenly there were week long gestational periods for human females, week long development into fully grown people, mutation of gene sequencing to form messages from beyond the grave, asexual reproduction/cloning?!

It was a really odd book.

What was REALLY odd, however, was this chick, the one who fell down the well, for people who've seen or read (The) Ring, was in fact, not just a homocidal freak from beyond the grave. She's trying to establish herself, yes HERSELF, as a new species. I won't go into detail, but there'll be a whole lot of little clones of her, running around, replacing mankind. IT WAS SO ODD.

It was still a pretty good read, for those who could get past the questionable science and the fact that the characters were far too willing to believe what was going on. Still pretty good.

Also, what struck me as odd (yes, apart from all the other things) was the reason this girl was down the well to begin with. I'm far more familiar with the American version, I have to admit. But in that story, little girl of about 8 was making mommy crazy and killing the horses with her mind powers or something, till mommy snapped and threw her down a well. Now, I had always taken this for gospel, coz the Japanese movie was a little hard to understand. But it seems that in the Japanese versions, mum had mind powers too, and she died. And little girl, also with mind powers, kept on a-living till the age of about 20, when she visited her ageing father in a Tuberculosis sanatorium where she got raped, the rapist discovered she was a hermaphrodite, and HE pushed her down a well. These are two extremely different stories! I wonder why the Americans found rape and murder, y'know the average episode of Law & Order: SVU, more abhorrent than filicide. I mean, sure they're both really awful. But it seems like, if you're remaking a movie, you would go ahead and use the plot already in place, rather than making a whole new one?

Anyway, moving on completely.

Those American devils from Caveat Lector (follow the link on the side, I really am lazy) have issued a challenge to the manhood of my beloved Tim, in comic form! The battle of the comics will be joined soon enough, so stand ye well back, lest ye be splattered with ink.

Or worse.

Spittle.

Yeah, I dunno. I'm really just blathering about anything tonight. Keeps me busy, and busy not doing my essay. And so...

Drizzt graphic novels. Omg. The almighty R.A. Salvatore, responsible for making every drow ever a surface-walking chaotic good emo with rejection issues, has deemed his incredible books worthy of the graphic novel medium. And by god, I will own every one of them before I die. So help me, they will be mine. Oh, gawd, they are *pretty*. So pretty.

Umm... Tomb Raider Anniversary! Successful re-imagination or redoing the same tired old thing? Who knows! It hasn't come out yet. At least not for PC. And apparently they're making it for the Wii now too. That should be... interesting. Actually, I have no idea how that would work. But I'm sure it will, or they wouldn't do it. I for one am still really looking forward to it's release, even though it'll be a lot more challenging and apparently a little more limiting than Legend. But y'know.

Also, I hear y'all are stoked about Star Craft 2, eh? I never played 1, despite everyone going "OMG best game evar!" about a million times in my ear. Um... yeah. So that'll be good, huh?

Oh, I dunno. Obscure book references, cult video games, I'm a huge nerd, and worse I have too much to say about nothing. Sorry!

Oh man, this one's a doozy.

2007-05-07T22:49:00.000+10:00

Right, bitches. It's time to talk about blogging. Like some kind of meta-blog, you might say. Only you wouldn't say that, because you're not a pretentious twit, am I right?

Point is, the way I see it, there are three kinds of bloggers. Those that update frequently with every little detail of their lives; those that update occasionally, but they are either interesting enough, or humourous enough, or some divine combination, that 'occasionally' is enough; and those that don't blog at all, and when they do, it's daft/pithy/whinging/dull.

Now, a lot of my friends (I'm looking your way, Silvy) will immediately try to guess who I'm talking about, if I'm talking about them, is this just a really inefficient way of saying "OMG LOLZ SUCH AND SUCH SUCK DICK"? But I assure you, it's not. I'm really not saying any of this with anyone in particular in mind. So if you think you're in a category, you put yourself there, not me. Frankly, I'm just frustrated with the blogging community in general, and their lack of updating! Of course, there are exceptions, and if you blog well, and with frequency, you are excused, and may go. But the rest of you? "I must not be a shit blogger" 50 times in the backs of your books.

There was a point in there that I didn't actually address. Maybe the astute ones who can read between the lines will pick it up. Maybe it's not even there for them. Maybe I should've thought about what I was writing a little better. The point is, there are more important issues to discuss.

Namely, the greek-spanish conflict.

Since the beginning of time, the Spanish have been patrolling the limits of their borders, flexing their muscles at the mighty Greeks, whose borders have been closed to all outsiders since their two cities decided this 'nation' business might be worth a try. Until the advent of flight, the lands of the Greeks were a mystery, and the Spanish had to content themselves with scuffles with other nations of the super-continent, most often the Babylonians. The Spanish grew in power, however, and as the Greeks continued to exert their power over the French, Persians and Babylonians and extract thousands in tribute, the Spanish began to resist. There came a day, finally, when High Priestess Hippolyta realised that Icy Isabella was no longer cowed by her power. She still had the other nations under her thumb however, and they continued to empty their treasury to satisfy her. She soon began to regret not crushing the puny Spanish while they had been crawling in the dirt in their animal hides, and the mighty Greeks had already been flourishing.

While ostensibly friendly, due to the influence of the United Nations, empty threats were subtly exchanged between the two super-powers, and they knew that one day, the threats would not be mere rhetoric. In the early 1900s, there finally began a contest to decide who was greatest nation. This struggle did not occur on any battlefield, though, but in the void above the Earth, as the Space Race began. Babylon and France made their own attempts at the race to reach Alpha Centauri, but as expected, the real combatants were Icy Isabella and the Great Hippolyta. The gasps of the friendly nations were heard as the S.S.S. Isabella launched many years before the Greeks were due to begin their own space flight.

The Greeks battled on however, and lauched their own spacecraft, with 100% chance of success, though years too late, it seemed. In the years after the launch, the Spanish took on a more aggressive persona, and began to strike down peace treaties between the other nations that had existed for thousands of years. It was as if they foresaw the defeat that was to come. The final chilling transmission from the Isabella, beyond the reach of any that could help them, reached the Earth. The Spanish had been to hasty in their desire to attain superiority over the Greeks. The G.S.S. Hippolyta crew observed a moment of silence as they passed the wreckage, on their way to victory.

Icy Isabella still seeths in her fine palace as she continues to beat out her frustration on the smaller nations. The Great Hippolyta stands strong.

And that's the story of how I beat the crap out of Civilisation II, bitches. Damn Spaniards, think they can beat me. Theys wrong, they is! All hail, The Mighty Hippolyta!

You could dismantle planes with this thing.

2007-04-29T16:42:00.000+10:00

Alright. It's time for the usual "I have something better I should be doing" update. I have an essay to write, y'see. A psych essay. This shouldn't be hard, I enjoy psych, and believe it or not, I enjoy essays. I just can't find the motivation to do anything much since I came back from Perth. I had no trouble writing as essay while I was over there. But now I'm here, I can't seem to do anything. I've been home a week, I've gone out maybe three times. One was a doctor's appointment. Rest of the time I've been sleeping or moping. You know what it's like. I suppose.

Anyway. I've been in Perth. Yep! That was beautiful. It was one of my favourite visits so far. My time with Tim was just incredible. I can't wait to enjoy it on a more permanent basis. And I will, laugh not, ye disbelievers.

He took me out to the Fairbridge Festival, a big ol' folk festival that his mum's been involved with for the past 12 years or so. That was great, so many folk groups, world, a capella, jazz, all sorts. It spanned a weekend, so we spent our nights in a tent, which, despite having not gone camping since the Camping Fiasco of '95, I quite enjoyed. 'Cept this sleeping on the ground lark.

Tim turned 22 the following day. During his celebratory birthday celebration meal celebrating, upon singing "Happy Birthday" over some fried ice-cream, he was accosted by numerous drunk individuals who came to shake his hand and wish him a Happy Birthday. What started with one drunkard, shaking his hand, eventually became the better part of the male population of the room, crowding around our table, shaking hands, hugging, and having numerous group photos taken by his mum.

It is my firm belief that, this sort of thing ONLY EVER happens to Tim. His unconcious pull on the people around him is starting to become a little creepy. Have I, in fact, been DUPED?

More on this story, when I've been bothered to investigate it a little more.

The weeks were filled with various excursions, to parties, the dirty socialite; dinners, and such. I particularly enjoyed meeting his friend's brand new baby boy, who was still a resident of the womb last time I was there. So seeing him breath his own air and eat his own food was hugely enjoyable to me! But mostly it was the kicking and the gurgling. OH GOD it was a cute baby.

Finally, the night before I left was marked by the official celebration of Tim's 22nd, among his friends. There were video games, silly hats, giant Subway cookies, a cake or two, and lots and lots and lots of drinking. Oh, also puppies. John's dog had had puppies, you see, and they were the cutest balls of pee and fur you ever saw, I swear.

But yeah, Tim's friends are the greatest. Scissors, paper, rock as a drinking game? Simple, yet, effective. I like it. And Guitar Hero? Gawd, I love that game. Oh, and Tim got a giant wrench.

GIANT. WRENCH.

You could dismantle planes with this thing. Maybe my alcohol addled brain is exaggerating it, but it was about two feet long. And very goddamn heavy.

[INSERT A THOUSAND TOOL JOKES HERE!!~1!]

But yeah, I'm returning in July for our very first anniversary.

... And to see Harry Potter with Sarah, Gold Class styles.

Two very good reasons!

Also, just to get the hell out of here. Coz Sydney really isn't for me anymore. Oh, how I long for the bogans and hippies of Perth. Anyway, there's a lot of good reasoning there, all I need now, is the money. Which means a job. A short-term job, as I'll be going away for two or three weeks in July. This is... hard. Perhaps I should consider street-walking.

Yeeesss...

Or I dunno, I could look after some more kids or something. That seems to be what I do! I might try one of these agency places, maybe they can find me a temp job or summat. Anyway, I don't know. I'll make it.

... And that's my story, bitches.

What were they thinking!

2007-03-17T02:36:00.000+11:00

I know, I've been blogging up a storm lately. I don't know what it is. Maybe I have more to say, or maybe I have less to do. I can't think it'd be the latter with all the uni readings I'm not doing and essays I'm not starting. I theorised once that the more things I had to do, the more I would blog to avoid doing them. But yeah, I don't see myself reading psychology journals at 3 in the morning, so in this case, it's probably not that. More likely a desire to not go to bed, and no reason to go with this feeling, really.

And so, I blog.

Hmm, so maybe not the more interesting thing to start an entry with. But it's weirding me out. You know how moths are attracted to light? And if you have a light on at night, you might attract a couple of moths to the glass, and you'll look at them going, "You dumb suckers, even if you could get in, it's just a lightbulb, they're 2 bucks down at the supermarket"? Over the last, say, 2 nights, I've accumulated about 20 moths. They're just not leaving! I'm pretty sure they're gonna organise some moth-Woodstock soon. Only instead of sitting around getting high, they're sitting around on my fucking window praying to their little moth deities that I'll open the window and rip down the flyscreen so they can be one with their luminous idol.

Yep! Moths on my window. Just screams high-culture, I know.

Speaking of things so obviously high-culture, I went and saw Ghost Rider with Sarah tonight. Oh man. It wasn't the best movie. The script was awful, the acting was terrible, the cast made me want to hurl convulsively on the bogans in the next row, who were getting such a kick out of it. Generally it was a really awful movie. So why, WHY did I love it so much? It made me laugh in a dozen places, the plot and its devices were so terrible. Even hindsight, which is meant to grant so much wisdom, can't tell me why I enjoyed this movie so much. But I did. I really did. Don't waste the price of a movie ticket on it, of course. The general population is not as forgiving as I am. But seriously, if you're ever stuck on what DVD to rent at Blockbuster, give it a try, it's totally worth that much at least.

Oh god. What were they thinking!

I'm going to see my brother and his brand new wife tomorrow. I miss his company a lot, I do. We used to get on so well. Well, I suppose we still do. Just not with the frequency I'm used to!

I miss the Sydney Uni people as well. Silvia, Greg, Alvin, J&J to a lesser extent, on account of I see 'em every so often. What's more, I should really make some uni friends. I'm sure it's not hard. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've shunned a couple of vague attempts. I'm just not interested in relationships with these people! They're vague and vapid, and not particularly interesting. As I've been considering a lot lately, you've really got to be a fairly interesting person if you want to have a lasting relationship with me or, to tell you the truth, I'm just going to get bored of you! So I see these people coming in to lectures every day, wearing the same stupid clothes, and the same "I'd rather not be here, but I guess I should be" expressions, I'm really not encouraged.

On the other hand, as I sit in my corners and watch you all pass by like a waiting spider, sometimes I'll see really interesting people. And I'll stop and think, "Wow, I'd really like to go and start a conversation with them. I bet they're really interesting." This happened to me the other day. But really, there's nothing weirder than that. And it does not a good relationship beginning make. So I guess my only option is to make friends with the uninteresting ones, and hope that maybe they're friends with someone awesome. But that's using people! As anti-social as I am, surely this is infinitely moreso!

Ugh. I know, I'm a totally anti-social bitch. I know, I know. I'm sorry if it offended anyone. But really, it shouldn't, 'cause you must be pretty awesome people. If you get my drift. The moral of the story is... some people need character. Character implants, maybe.

Anyway, I'm doomed to a life of loneliness, or possibly spending it with a whole lot of awesome people. But who cares! It's my problem, right?

This is entering the realm of the emo! So I shall say goodnight. Man, I hope I haven't put people off! This is the toll bearing your soul takes. Sleepless nights that your social circle is about to get even smaller. Sigh!

Fuckin' emos.

I totally have performance anxiety now.

2007-03-11T19:48:00.000+11:00

Oh Lordy. I have just received the single greatest compliment ever. And so I thought I'd share it with you all.

It starts with Tim. You see, he's a pretty hard guy to please a lot of the time. So, it stands to reason that his friends are also pretty hard to impress, as they need the discerning taste that stands up to Tim scrutiny. Are ye all following? Coz I'm not actually sure that sentence made sense. I'm not doing a good job at this, thus negating all I'm about to say. But what I'm trying to say is that, one of Tim's friends in particular is hard to impress. As Tim puts it, "Uh... forthright, blunt and delightfully arrogant?" But I have done it, my friends! May I submit to you an excerpt from a conversation between Tim and I. Dirty bits and names edited out.

Tim says:
Oh speaking of the internet!
Tim says:
I was totally talking to "Jeeeoorrb*" last night.
Tim says:
And he was all "Yeah, so I was totally reading through your links cos' I was bored, and, well, your girlfriend is funnier than you."

*Jeeeoorrb obviously being the name I edited out.

This long-time, discerning critic of a friend, says I'm funny!

Man, when you go into italics in blogger it is *really* hard to get out. I also edited a misplaced '@'. Hope you don't mind. I know, it changes the context completely. But what can I say, I'm a spin-doctor.

I know, I'm tooting my horn like a one-man orchestra tonight, but this put a huge grin on my face, you gotta understand.

Anyway, that's enough I guess. What else is going on?

Oh, I know. I went to the MURPS Annual General Meeting the other day. MURPS? What is MURPS? It's an awkward name for an awkward society. Macquarie University Role-Playing Society. Actually, I'm not sure that's what it is, I'm just using my well-established common sense. So forgive me if that's not it! Anyway, role-playing society. We played some games, elected some executives, and made some awkward small talk. All in all, a nice bunch of people. They don't have regular meetings though, and you actually have to sign up to go to a game or something. So I'm not sure how many *anythings* I'll be attending. But I get a discount at a few nerd shops around the place, so it was still worth the $2 joining fee.

Speaking of uni, tomorrow I'm having lunch with Tom, and someone known only to both of us as "Metal-Kid". If you happen to read Tom's journal, and I strongly suggest you do, this is the kid that approached Tom out of the blue and talked to him about Nightwish for 20 minutes straight. He doesn't know his name! I'll learn it tomorrow, with luck.

Speaking of reading journals, I also strongly suggest reading "F-Man's Blog". His latest entry had me LOLing for a a good long time, and in the middle of the night too, which I'm sure my dad in the next room didn't appreciate. He's a super-funny guy.

Man, if I were a superhero, or indeed, superheroine, my superpower would totally be hilarity. I'm pretty sure I've got that down already. All I need now is a cape.

Watch as I disarm these minions with a quip that cuts to the bone!

Speaking of useless superheroes, (I am truly Mistress Segue tonight!) I was anticipating the newest edition of "The Non-Adventures of Wonderella" SO HARD. But upon reading it tonight, it was not particularly chuckle worthy! Hopefully the author was just having a bad.. um. However-long-it's-been-since-they-updated. Or else they might find themselves deleted from my Webcomics bookmark folder. The bane of every webcomicist out there, truly. I coined another word! I'm on a lexicographical roll!

Man, it took me so long to think of that word.

Oh gawd. Thanks, Tim. I totally have performance anxiety now. I mean, I'm not so vain to think that this previously mentioned person will be coming back periodically to see what I've written. But what if, on the off chance, he does! This entry isn't up to standard!

By the way, I should bring up my disappointment with the lack of comments! Honestly, I disappear for a month or two, and suddenly you all forget I exist! Julieanne! James! You both commented on Tom's! I'm heartbroken!

Oh man, I totally booked my flight to Perth the other day. I'm now, offically and definately going back for two weeks in mid-semester break. I know, I always go when it's holidays, which means my socialising with Sydney Uni people and others, I suppose, is sort of cut down. But.. but.. LOVE, people! It's very important!

There's nothing stopping you from coming with me! Apart from the expenses and the fact that I can't offer you a place to stay. But the streets are enough for you! Honestly, Perth is so friendly, they see you lying in the gutter, they'll probably built you a little hut or something. Well, maybe, if it's raining.

Tom's coming to DragonForce with me! Also, I think we may have enlisted Metal-Kid as well. You should all come so you can meet him. Well, I should probably learn his name before then.

Also, Within Temptation's new album has just been released. I.. am tossing up whether to get it! It seems they've been somewhat Evanescecised lately. Or at least, their one single from this album. Or.. I don't know. They made a song for an upcoming MMO which was all Nu-Metally, but I'm not sure it's on the album. Sigh! I guess I'll have to do some investigating before I go out and buy/shoplift it.

And that's it for tonight's Metal Update, back to you, Vanessa, at the Newsdesk.

I used to know a girl named Vanessa. I wonder what ever happened to her.

Blogger's wiggin' out now! I think that's a sign for me to go! Kisses and whatnot!

Surprise!

2007-02-28T22:09:00.000+11:00

Not only a complete blog overhaul, but TWO updates this month! Shock! Horror! Brain-splode! Mop-Power!

Don't forget to check out the new links! Blogs! Webcomics! Your mum's naughty website that she prayed you'd never find!

Oh Em Frikity Gee. Uni started on Monday. My very first day at uni. It was like my first day at school only I'm a lot less cute and I had to find ridiculously named rooms without the aid of a parent or teacher. Or even fellow student, if I want to retain the facade of relaxed calm. Oh, friendly fire escape map, what would I do without you. Surely, you are my only friend. Well, you and the new Mexican place that just opened. Gawd, I love it. You guys should come to my place and hang out! New-Mexican-Place can bring dinner.

Yeah... but uni's been a bit of a waste of time this week, unfortunately! It's been mostly what they call "Introductory Lectures", y'see. So! It mostly amounts to 20 minute lectures on the virtues of textbooks, course outlines and not plagiarising; followed by waiting for two hours for "Introductory Tutorials" in which they discuss the virtues of... doing assignments, and handing them in at some point.

But I can't see it not picking up next week. Double negatives, bitches! Also, the second part of my very first psych lecture was an ACTUAL lecture. And it was pretty freakin' awesome. So, in conclusion, woo.

Oh! So I went to see Evanescense when they were in town the other day. It's was godawesome. What? You can have godawful but not godawesome? Just coining phrases, don't mind me. Point is, it was pretty great. Not a lot of audience interaction though! So it might as well have been a CD. It was still pretty awesome though. Also, Shihad opened for them! Which was a personal dream when I was a little girl. My interest had somewhat waned over the years, but it was still great to finally see them. But no-one else knew who they were! I was shocked and appalled! At all of you!

Next stop, DragonForce in May! Volunteers welcome!

Hmm... I've kind of lost the heart for blogging. Still. Check out the links. Kisses.

Forgotten English references, FTW!

2007-02-16T01:25:00.000+11:00

Right, bitches, it's on. Time for the, er, monthly update.

I can't think of much to say. Oh, I KNOW stuff has happened. Don't get offended, people who's funerals, christenings, and bar mitzvahs I'm skipping over. I'm just saying. I can't think of anything at the moment. I'm hungry, y'see.

Perhaps not ideal circumstances for an update, I hear ye cry. Well, I beg to differ, for though I'm hungry and stuck for ideas to talk about, I feel as if I'm having a high-vocabulary, high-literacy night. Pretty words art spewing forth from my fingery-tips, ye might say. Or at least, I think so anyway. Sometimes I can't tell if it's writing skills increased, or standards lowered. In ANY case, it needs to be recorded.

And so! I shall write about my writing! How post-modern of you, darling! You simply must try these existentialist scones!

Why would anyone cry, "Perhaps not ideal circumstances for an update"? Or make scones of pure existentialism?

I'm seeing Evanesence on Saturday. I'm starting to feel jittery about this. I'm a concert virgin, y'see. I mean, well. I've been to CONCERTS. Small ones. Mostly classical. A few otherwise, but nothing major. Call it concert-fooling around, or concert-foreplay. But never anything flooded with thousands of screaming emo fangirls clawing desperately at Amy Lee's flesh with the hope that some celebrity might rub off. What if I get trampled! Or trample someone!

Man, if I ever start a band, it's going to be called "The Screaming Emos".

Oh man. Tim totally sent me roses for Valentine's Day. We'd had a discussion a few days previously in which we'd more or less decided that Valentine's Day was cancelled. So here I was laden with guilt and love when these roses arrived. Best Valentine's Day ever! It was intensely strange to see his loving words on the card, exactly how he'd say them, in someone else's handwriting, though.

Non-surprising, I missed him a whole lot while you other dirtbag girls clutched longingly to your men and made public displays of affection in my downcast face.

Some people call me bitter. I call them heartless.

Christophus Englishicus had his long awaited "birthday" "party" the other night. 'Twas fun enough. There was a whole company of people that I hadn't seen since high school, which was... well, a lot of things. It was interesting to see how they'd all grown up. Or not, respectively. The novelty quickly wore off, however, and it became less stimulating, and more... standing around in an enclosed area talking to people with whom I no longer have anything in common, or interest in. So, it was good to see them all! But I left early. Also due to horrible public transport issues earlier in the day that had left me exhausted.

Also, there was a stripper. It was not the.. somewhat-more-advanced-than-usual-for-someone-in-her-profession's age, nor the vaguely out-of-shapeness that turned me off. It was the enthusiasm. She had none! She was just going through the motions, as she probably had 5 or 6 times that night already, and quickly left to do another half-dozen times. I know I just made a case for why she shouldn't be enthusiastic. But a musician has to practice a piece a hundred times, and still play it with feeling. Not the best comparison, I know. But what I'm trying to say is.. she has a job to do.

Bah, I've talked about this stripper far too long. And far too deeply.

Also, if I ever have to see Phil without a shirt on again, I'm going to throw something sharp at him. And damn the consequences. I'm pretty sure, "Your Honour, have you SEEN HIM without a shirt on?!" is a pretty solid defence.

Welp, it's 2am, and I think this hunger is turning into a hypo. So I'ma do something about that, and maybe even go to bed. Sorry I haven't been every bit as eloquent as I made myself out to be tonight. But you've had a good five minutes of reading, I hope. And perhaps you'll come back again sometime! Alright, alright, I won't serve self-referential cookies next time. Alright, alright, choc-chip like your mother used to make. But you won't stop me adding a dash of irony, so help me!

Little Differences - Save Ferris

2007-01-28T02:36:00.000+11:00

3am blogging! This is sure to work! Right?

So I've been drinking a lot of tea. And playing a lot of video games. The combination of these factors has resulted in a slightly-more-barmy-than-usual Jess. I dunno, that and mad, phat rock beats blasting in my ears. Who knows.

Man, it was totally Australia Day yesterday. I had a barbecue! And it was not in any attempt to be regular- or pseudo-patriotic. More like.. a coincidence. However, I feel like a better Australian because of it, regardless. But yeah, this feeling of overall goodness about being Australian was then countered by a feeling of overall shittness about being DM. Yep, I'm pretty sure I said it before, but yeah. Never again.

Damn you, and your feminine wiles, Greg.

Oh, right. So I was totally in hospital. I'm not dead, but was apparently pretty close. I don't know, I don't actually remember a lot of the first day. Just that there was a lot of bile involved. And wanting to die.

But yeah, a couple of days later they were all, "Hey, you're totally not sick anymore, we must be awesome" and they set me free. I don't know what to think actually, whether this was a short stay or a long one. Cause they were actually letting me out earlier than they had meant to originally, but when I saw an unrelated endocrinologist the next day, she was all, "Gee, three days? That's a long stay!"

I had so many drips in my arms, my mum wanted to take a photo and show it to her nurse friends at work. Because, yeah, I had three holes in my arms, and like, two of them were giving me two different things each or something. I still have a massive freakin' bruise on my wrist. I watched as she tied one into my wrist, with the help of local anesthetic, with a needle and thread. It was pretty horrifying!

But yeah. Diabetes related, but totally not my fault. A whole lot of aspects that accumulated to unfortunate ends. A lot of dehydration, and acid-blood.

Yep, I'm pretty sure I was turning into a black dragon, or an Alien or something. But they assure me otherwise. I'm pretty sure they haven't read the sourcebooks though.

But when I come after your treasure or spaceships, don't complain to me! I might like, bite your face off or something.

Black dragons don't come after treasure. What'm I talking about.

Yeah, coz that was the nonsensical part of that whole tirade.

Shut up.

I saw Deja Vu tonight, with my mum. I was so sure it was going to be a generic Jerry Bruckheimer thriller with little to no substance. Who would've thought it'd be about timetravel or some such! I really enjoyed it, actually. More than I was expecting to. But I'm pretty sure that's only because I'm specifically, in my mind, avoiding thinking about it, because my plot-hole sense is just screaming at me. But I don't want to ruin it. So yeah. Go see it, but don't think about it. You'll probably regret it.

I totally put ranks in Knowledge (plotholes) last level. Yep. Or perhaps Sense Plotholes? Whatever you like better.

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Fergalicious definition: make them boys go loco.
They want my treasure, so they get their pleasures from a photo.

(Tom is correct!)
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I love how I tried to give that tripe grammar. I hope it's stuck in all your heads now! I'm not part of the solution! I'm part of the problem!

I'm back, suckas!

2006-12-28T23:13:00.000+11:00

Yep, so this blog has been on a pretty long hiatus. And by hiatus, I mean, I couldn't be bothered blogging. But now I'm back. In black. SUCKAS!

Blogger's gone crazy since I was last here. All their "we're now actually part of Google now, hope you don't mind!" business. Well, I do mind, thank you very much. I mean, I have nothing against Google. But I don't ever remember being asked if I wanted my blog to be part of the Google Empire. I mean, I have nothing against my blog being part of the Google Empire. But I just don't remember being ASKED.

So my blog tells me I haven't updated in like 3 months or something. And even then, I think it was an intensely emo Chris-update. So that doesn't really count.

In fact, last time I did a real update, I'd just got back from Perth, for the second time. That's ages ago! Tim's visited Sydney since then! And other important things as well. But that's probably the most important, I think we can all agree.

But yeah. Tim came. We did many interesting things. Some of them outside the bedroom! I kid.

None of them were outside the bedroom.

No really, we did many awesome things. We went to the Blue Mountains! It was foggy! Very, very, very foggy. Like, "Holy crap, it's too scary to drive anywhere" foggy. All day. Like, 2 in the afternoon. It was really weird. So, yeah, not a lot of sightseeing was done, unfortunately. 'Cept we saw the Three Sisters and junk on the first day when we arrived. So that was lucky. But yeah, then there was the nearly being suffocated in our room on the last night, which kind of spoiled the whole thing. But yeah, funny story.

We also went to Canberra for a day, which was nice. We saw Parliament House, which Tim has always wanted to see, Questacon which is mad fun, but I'm not sure he appreciated. And a cute lil picnic on some little grassy patch. Surrounded by like, 8 hours of driving. Wheee! Worth it? I think so.

I took him to see the Opera House up close, and to Pancakes on the Rocks, and... I'm sure we did other cool things too. I also worked a lot. Which was disappointing. But y'know.

Then when the time inevitably came, and he had to go home, Sarah was lovely enough to drive us to the airport, be my shoulder to cry on after he'd gone 'round that terrible corner, and then distracted me with copious amounts of booze, ice-cream, sugar and explosions. Nothing like putting a girl's heart back on track like a good explosion or two. Or twenty-eight thousand, in the case of Independance Day.

Also, I noticed or Sarah noticed, I can't remember, I was drunk, that Jayne from Firefly is totally in Independance Day. Woo, him.

It was also my birthday! So I had a party. That was really fun, considering I organised it about to days before. Lots of people came, considering. I was well pleased. And everyone was really lovely and gave me many beautiful and thoughtful presents! Including Harry Potter SceneIt! which I had been coveting since like, last Christmas. Apparently Silvia and Big Daddy had to call in favours to obtain it! I feel so very loved.

Also, 10 pairs of earrings.

Ok, so one of them was for Christmas. But still. Good thing I was in desperate need of earrings!

Also, I totally got a Christmas job at the Body Shop. That's pretty fun. I made fast friends with an awesome chick named Ness. And I mean fast friends. Everyone thought we'd been friends before we'd started working together, and were shocked when we told them that we weren't. Yes, we just get along THAT well.

She's pretty awesome. Her boyfriend is also part of the staff, which is pretty mad, coz he's awesome too.

Mmmm, Christmas was cool too. There was like, presents. And lots of food. And cousins who've like, shot up over night. Seriously, one of them was just absolutely stunning this year. She has these red curls. And I'm all "Oh man. I've always wanted red hair. And I've always wanted curls. I hate you." And then I decked her.

They don't invite me to their Christmas parties anymore.

What else, what else, what else...

I have a feeling I'm forgetting to blog about something big and important, so if it's something that I've forgotten about you, please don't get upset. I'm just a ditz, it's not that I don't love you.

Oh man. I haven't written anything in this entry for hours. It's time to cut my losses.

Clap your fucking hands

2006-10-20T01:31:00.000+10:00

I'm sitting here curled up at someone else's computer with make-up on but with nowhere to go. Tom has a boat on his chest and three cups of tea have been drank. We like our tea.

Now there's mousse in my hair. What does it do? We don't know. I might grow antlers.

I'm invading other people's spaces of late. Will it be you next? People are laughing at me. We should do this every day. Glamour is forever.

They're probably really disgustingly couply... You probably won't like those either. Why do people hate other people being happy? Maybe it's because they don't have tall ships on their chests. All they have are tugboats of hate. Pulling weighted emotions and bouyant rage.

What time do you have to present? You've got time... But time turns you into a skank, and now she just opens her legs to the guys next door.

Let all those fuckers be.

We're happy.

This post has no name! Postmodern!

2006-10-04T16:09:00.000+10:00

Mmm, so. This is Sydney, huh? Kind of.. well. Well, it sucks.

Now, I'm sure I'd get some kind of hate mail for that, if anyone cared enough about my opinion to do it. But really people, get the crap over to Perth, and you'll see what I mean.

Honestly, I thought maybe last time was a fluke, or biased or something. But this time, well. It really is awesome. The whole place is just so damn friendly, and clean, and GODDAAAAMN efficient. And they have Chicken Treat. CHICKEN TREAT! Its like Red Rooster only in McDonalds colours, and say... Hungry Jacks quality. Only its chicken. Its a chicken treat. Omgee, funniest name ever. Maddie and I laughed for a good long time.

My wonderful Tim was gentlemanly and lovely as always, and his family made us feel very welcome, staying in their home. (That was a clumsy sentence, but I don't know how to fix it. Grammar-nazis will just have to squirm). Maddie spent a good deal of time with her new/old friend Scott, of the James's old school friend fame. My enjoyment mostly consisted of hanging off Tim at every other moment. However, other activities included a trip to Perth zoo which, despite being smaller than Taronga (I would think?) was infinitely better, even with their lack of bears; a delectable Indian buffet lunch (Honestly, why hasn't the idea taken off here? Best idea ever? Yes!); having lunch and icecream and bubble tea with Tim's friends, who are all incredibly lovely people and playing Avernum 4 while poor Tim had to do uni work, and Maddie was out.

A good time was had by all! Mostly me.

In other news, the glorious Tim is coming to stay with me in Decemeber. The 7th of December to be exact. So you can all meet him then. Apart from you, Tim. I imagine you've already had an introduction.

Anyway, plans for the future include finally writing up a resume, getting a job, and not wasting my time as I have been for the last few months. Yep! Get on that, Jess!

And so, to celebrate my new "not wasting time" philosophy, here is the mobile phone meme shamelessly stolen from Tom. As he and Chris said, there aren't too many interesting answers to be had. Buuuut... yeah! Here's details about my phone you never wanted to know!

The phone quiz:
Grab your mobile & let's go!

01. What is the phone maker?
Motorola

02. What's the last 4 digits of your mobile number?:
I don't know that it matters too much. But I'm too freaked out by Tom's lack of answer to oblige. Sorry.

03. What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?
"Shall I meet you at Hornsby station then? I don't know how long it takes.." etc. You get the drill.

04. Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M?:
Tis Maddie! Just like in Tom's! OMG! We can be TWINS!

05. Who's the last person you rang?
Tim, it would seem.

06. Who was your last missed call from?
My brother. I always seem to miss his calls. Apart from the ones I get. I don't miss those ones.

07. Who's the 2nd person who comes up under D?:
Directory Assistance. I don't have any Ds apart from Dad.

08. What does the last message in your inbox say?:
"Oh there shall be much talking. I'm going out for bubble tea apparently, but I'll be back later. Enjoy your game!" Tim was going out for bubble tea. I was playing D&D. I.. hope he doesn't mind the quoting of his smses. I'll edit the dirty ones. Har har.

09. Who's the 3rd person who comes up under J?:
A guy called Jasse. Woo him. You win a prize. I guess.

10. Go to your Sent Items - what does the 5th message say?:
"Says here you just sent that message! I hope that's inaccurate! You should be sleeping! We've just landed and I'm waiting for a million people to get off the plane..." etc etc. I'd just landed. From Perth. You should go there.

11. Who's the 4th person who comes up under S?:
Someone named Sharon O'Brian. I can't remember who she is. Only that she's affiliated with my being a freelance nanny.

12. What does ur Banner say?
By banner Tom guesses you mean "Welcome Note". And I don't have one. So there.

13. How many messages are currently in your inbox?:
102. I do so like these big ol' Motorolas.

14. What do you have as your background?
Some kind of epic woman with firey dragon being. Its called "Transitions" by Todd Lockwood. Its awesome.

15. Who's the 2nd person who comes up under R?:
I... don't have any Rs. Sadface!

16. Who do you have on speed dial 3?
I haven't assigned any speed dials on this phone yet. But on my old one, it was my brother, I believe.

17. If you're on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have?
I'm not! But I have like eighty something dollars of my cap credit left. Woooooo Caps!

18. Who's the first person who comes up under C?:
Chris the Rapping Englishman.

19. How many bars of signal do you have?
Three. I can't remember how many is full. Its either four or five. So three ain't bad.

20. What do you have as your main ringtone?
A punk cover of Phantom of the Opera! Totally not boring!

And that's that my loveses. I'm gonna go do.. some.. thing now. POssibly read some more. Who knows. Sigh!

Just for quicks..

2006-09-08T23:50:00.000+10:00

Woo! I'm Shepard!

Your results:
You are Derrial Book (Shepherd)

Derrial Book (Shepherd)		80%
Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)		75%
Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)		60%
Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)		55%
Jayne Cobb (Mercenary)		50%
Wash (Ship Pilot)		50%
Inara Serra (Companion)		50%
A Reaver (Cannibal)		40%
River (Stowaway)		40%
Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic)		40%
Alliance		30%

Even though you are holy
you have a mysterious past.
You aren't married.
Have you taken a vow of celibacy?

Click here to take the Serenity Firefly Personality Test

Running Alone - Angra

2006-09-03T15:41:00.000+10:00

I know, I know. Worst person ever. I mean, some Tim-shaped people haven't updated since seriously since they went to England, and some Tom-shaped people haven't updated since they went back to uni. But *I'm* the worst person ever, because I have nothing better to do, so really, I should be updating every 10 minutes or so. Granted, they'd be short updates consisting mostly of "Yep, so I ate some more popcorn", "That dog with the shifty eyes is still watching me" and "Oh great, now I have to show up in court again. Thanks, shifty eyes."

Ah! But in one exciting change, Jess's got herself a brand new phone! Its so very very cute. I'm fairly well in love with it. Blurry pixelated photos and mp3 ringtones for all! Oooo, how lovely! But yes, so I'm now with Three. So people who share this network with me, exepct many a random phone call. People who don't, expect to be cut off completely. Actually, thats a lie, seeing I can call you ludicrous amounts as well with my... TADAAA! $29 CAP!

Well, now you all have the details of my new mobile plan... moving on.

I went and saw Thank You for Smoking with the delicious Jen and palatable Tom the other night. It was fairly entertaining! But as Tom said, "See it on video". Which as far as I'm concerned is as much a social commentary on increasing movie ticket prices as anything else.

When my dad was growing up, movie tickets were TEN CENTS.

Point is, good movie. Shit house Katie Holmes.

Even that guy from The O.C. was cooler than her. Which isn't saying much really, coz he was pretty mad.

Yeah, when I started writing all that, I really was going to talk about the movie a bit more. I don't know what happened. But it certainly wasn't a movie review. And I'm not going to fix that. Sorry.

I also had Tom and Mitch to my house last night. Chris also made a brief appearance. Just like he's doing in this entry! Dad cooked a fairly delicious barbecue, which is infinitely better than pizza. But it absolutely destroyed the massive amounts of cleaning I'd done earlier that day. Yep, coz you barbecue inside now, right?

Oooh, thats what I was going to say. After the movie the other night, Tom, Jen and I went to Cafe Insomnia and had some.. um.. drinks of some description. Anyway, on the way back to the car, we were accosted by a pizza woman saying "I've just finished work, as if thats related, but here have these pizzas! Not poisoned, promise!" So we did that! We took them to a park near my house and ate them in the darkness. Beautiful. Turns out she wasn't even lying! They weren't poisoned! At least, the one slice I ate wasn't. Maybe Tom'n Jen're dead by now. Who knows.

Yep, so I'm all over the place this entry. I haven't written in a while, so its like I've forgotten how. Forgotten, I tells ya!

I really have to do things with Greg. I also have to do things with Alvin, so Tom'n I can give him his birthday present from a million years ago. Yep, thats a million birthdays to catch up on. But yeah, my point is.. I should get them together and kill two birds with one stone. Not that I consider social occasions with Greg and Alvin anything akin to killing birds. Though there is the inevitable screeching to be considered.

I miss you guys'sall.

Speaking of missing people, who wants to go to Perth with me?

Is.. is that a real title? ... No.

2006-08-09T20:55:00.000+10:00

What up diehard fans? I was so pleased with the record 9 comments! And only ONE was mine! Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder. But yeah, this is still my first update in a good long while. Apparently Tom does a decent impression of me! No cookies for anyone!

Which is fortunate, really, since I ate them.

Truly, Perth is the most wonderful city this side of the fabled Atlantis. It agreed with me in a big way. Except when it didn't, but I punched its teeth in and made it see "my point of view".

Also, I met Tim. Best anyone ever. Ever, I say.

Sorry 'bout the lack of updates, but I haven't been able to think of anything much to say. I still can't, but the babysitting parents have disconnected the TV in fear of their children watching too much. Now all they have to fear is the babysitter walking out early in boredom. And the subsequent kidnapping, I suppose. Point is, it leads me to update, as the lesser of two evils. The other evil being sacrificing some nearby children to any deity that's listening, for some TV.

I only miss TV on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Honest. Coz there's nothing much to do here but watch TV. I miss House! And its formulaic but always (*cough*) suprising plots!

Wow! Macs have an F13, F14 AND an F15! I was pretty sure most keyboards stopped at F12. Mac, you crazy dawg. What do you need so many F keys for?

See, most people would make a comment here like "Oh wow, I really am bored." But I'll give my few readers more credit than that. You know I'm bored. But you also know I like to give random ideas or objects a great deal of thought they don't need. I'm like the English class you flunked! And so, back to in-depth keyboard analysis!

Parents = Melbourne.

Thats right, if at gun point I was asked to choose between the annihilation of Melbourne and the death of my parents, I would consider them equal.

No no, my parents are in Melbourne. Or, outside Melbourne. At some point between Melbourne and Sydney, I imagine. What I'm trying to say is that I'll probably have the house to myself for at least another day, perhaps night. We should boogie like its 1999. Or I can be at home alone all night in the dark and scary. You don't want that, do you? Didn't think so.

So yeah, public transport. In Westleigh. Shit. House. I've tried a few times to get a bus to Hornsby station lately, in order to get trains elsewhere. But after sometimes nearly an hour of waiting, its become apparent that random friends I know with cars are more likely to come past bus stops than actual buses. Each time I'm waiting for a bus that doesn't come, someone I know comes past and offers me a lift. Brilliant! But what does it say about Westleigh buses? Very little, actually, but it says enough.

Pick up your game, Shorelink! Or I'll buy a car!

Wait up, kids. I gotta go put their lights out.

Is anyone else at all horrified with the constant allusions to violence against these children? I think I need therapy. But really, I love these kids. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Especially not me, I'm a raving lunatic sometimes. Hee hee.

I hung out wid mah bro in Chatswood this afternoon. That was great, I haven't seen him in a while. And it was random too! None of this forcing him to come over or anything, he just plain offered. Good times, good boy.

Alright, alright, and my final rant tonight will be about... dun-du-DUUUN! Wing Commander. Games vs Movie.

Now, I'm fairly sure that no-one else is at all interested in WC, let alone my thoughts on the matter. So feel free to switch off now. But know that I'll hunt you down and slowly devour your stilll beating heart, in the true Kilrathi way, if I ever get proof that you did.

Point is, I grew up a Wing Commander fan. Wing Commander, for those interested is a series, 1-4 and a few spin-offs, of games that were mostly flight simulators. The last two games were meant to be next phase in gaming, something they coined, the 'interactive movie'. It starred people like John Rhys-Davies, Malcolm McDowell, Luke Skywalker, and that guy from the Back to the Future movies (an obscure one, not whats-siz-face). Anyway they were fabulous games. However, in 1999 Chris Roberts finally made the leap from 'interactive movie' to 'actual movie'. And all they could pull for THOSE were Whatsit Prinz Jnr, Saffron Burrows, that guy from Scooby Doo, and the guy who voiced Irenicus (10 pts if you understand that too.) Oh, and Poirot. I heart you Poirot! Anyhoo, in my opinion they completely fucked up a concept that gave me years of innocent pleasure as a child. Ok, so obliterating ships and introducing their occupants to the harsh 'realities' of space isn't entirely innocent. But it wasn't porn, and it wasn't drugs. Point is, they mixed and matched parts of the game to their liking, not only in terms of characters and story, but of the very universe as well. The Kilrathi, once a proud empire of catlike warriors are reduced to green, vaguely lizardman/vaguely feline blurs.

All in all, it was a shit movie. According to most people, WC-veterans and virgins alike. They could've made a lot more money by making a movie with as many of the game actors as they could pull (Hell, I'm sure Mark Hamill has nothing better than Star Wars conventions to do these days) and sticking to the concept universe we hardcores know and love. But no. Noooo, Wankers.

Anyway, sorry 'bout the ranting. It means a lot to me. My childhood, murdered. By groceries, just gone!

Adeiu, my loves! Adeiu! Forget-me-not!

Caught in a Web - Dream Theater

2006-08-05T15:57:00.000+10:00

Woo! I'm back from Perth. It was pretty and I appreciate their approach to public transport.

Yesterday I went shopping with Tom. OMG he's so dreamy, unfortunately for him, I got swept off my sandal-clad feet by someone over the hills and far away. But anyway the point seems to have exploded here. Tom can't shop to save himself. Like.. if he had to find the bomb shelter department.. or something. Yep figure that out.

But yes, we tried jasmine-tea icecream and he got pants. And there was much rejoicing.

I sat in on a class with Kathryn the other day. I discovered at this point, or possibly earlier, that my ex-lecturer is getting on a boat and just sailing away. I presumably know, but have not made it clear when this will be happening! I apparently admire this course of action! Woo! Things!

Kath and I met up with Tom and Mitch for lunch that day. We watched that magnificent geyser thing and completely ignored "Macfest". Mitch has been in england for quite a while (just like everyone else) and is still intensely friendly despite of it. Ooh burn england. Wait. What?

I'm thinking of going to Melbourne with m' pa to get a car. The actual story of which eludes me at this moment. But yes! Melbourne! I hear it's... city-like. Last time I spoke to Tom I told him I had not decided. Though this may have changed since.

Asute readers get a cookie.

PS. Hentai.

Jingle Bells - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

2006-07-02T15:25:00.000+10:00

Woo! Going to Perth is coming up to damn fast, and still, no preparation has been made what-so-ever. No, thats not true, I printed out my little.. thing.. that needs presenting at the desk in order to get a boarding pass. Yep, you can tell, I'm a real plane veteran, huh.

No, no. This'll be my second ever flight. SECOND. Yes, I'm aware I've gone on as many flights as decades I've lived, almost. Whats more, this'll be my first ever ALONE. I'm.. um. Kinda scared, really. Very scared actually. But don't you dare tell my parents. They might explode. And then I'll feel morally obliged to clean up their mess and like, plan a funeral or something, instead of going to Perth.

Speaking of.. planes. And parents exploding. My dad came home from a 6 week trek about Europe the other day. Obnoxious and hurtful as usual. I'd say more so really, coz he hasn't had to remember that other people have feelings for a little while now, so I guess he's out of practice. But in his usual style, he made an attempt at buying our love with many a gift from the continent. Which was not UNappreciated. I have gaudy jewellery from Paris, stylish/pretentious sketches from Salzburg and an HUNGARIAN SHAWL. Its friggin awesome. Apparently he wanted to get me the whole outfit/dress thing, which SHOCK HORROR, did sound lovely. But at this point he'd lost all his important cards and things, and was thus on a fairly limited budget.

Oh man. I love my brother. Best relationship EVER. I say this, because he just called, speicifcally to talk to me, not my dad, who's been overseas for six weeks. And we just talk CRAP at each other. And its SO funny. I have a few people who I'm really at my best with, and Chris is one of those people. So damn funny.

For example, one concept we've come up with is the 'marathon marathon'. I want a Firefly marathon. He was having an X-Files craving (completely unlike him) and wants a marathon of that, and he, his friend (his name momentarily escapes me) and I already have plan for yet another Star Wars marathon. So really, we couldn't be more geeky. Or, y'know. Tired. But yeah! Marathon marathon. Its something we should look into.

So! Sydney uni after exams celebrations! They were exciting. A hearty pub lunch at the Lansdowne Hotel, which is always nice. Surrounded by people I haven't seen in a good long time, and indeed, people I've never laid eyes on in my life. Such as one 'Matt' who threw himself at me after I hugged Greg. Weird kid! But, I like it. Also, romantic, slow dancing on Broadway with Emma, in the rain! Who can go wrong?! Surely not I!

But yes, this was followed by karaoke! Which is ALWAYS fun. Particularly when with an enjoyable group! Which, I do believe I was. So yes, much fun. I do love me a bit of karaoke. But yeah, don't over do it. Anyway, I had to leave 'relatively' early to be back at home in time for a clarinet lesson. Which yeah, he cancelled an HOUR before because his brother was over from 'Saudi'. See, I don't know. That doesn't seem like the sort of thing that is a last minute plan. He couldn't have called yesterday? So I could hang wit mah bros in the city s'more? No? No. Goddamn.

Also, work wasn't entirely as bad as I'd expected it to be. I had planned to go with the intention of being a complete moody bitch to these people who I'm.. having issues with. But when they don't know you're pissed off at them, I just couldn't be a bitch for no reason. So I was NICE. What the hell is that. "I'll show them.. with SMILES!"

Kathryn's, on Saturday night. Thats always fun. Made less fun by stupid buses and trains, but aside from travelling, much fun was had. Bonding, alcohol, and frikkin brilliant pizza. You can't really go wrong.

Until you realise its 3am and you've got to stumble home on the train.

The train which isn't working. So you need to wait half an hour in the cold for a bus.

A bus full of crazies.

If ever again I hear what could only be described as 'the queen of all bimbos' proclaim loudly that "I can't STAND stupid people!" ... I will not be held responsible for any beatings, maimings, or explosions that may occur.

But yes. Good time had by all. "Wimbledon" is a good movie to watch if you're slightly drunk and feel in need of a laugh. I should point out though, its not really a comedy. But really, what else could it be?

Oh man. I guess I should think about what I'm going to take away with me. And y'know, maybe do some washing. Or something. I don't know. I don't want to plan! I just want to DO! Is that so bad! I need a servant. Possibly an Aerial Servant. Man, worst BG spell ever. "By servant we mean.. yeah, its gonna attack things. Just like everything else."

Chris is coming home on Tuesday! Possibly to drive me to the airport at a ridiculous hour the following morning! Hooray! I sense indian food, somehow. Possibly through Knowledge (Indian). Or something. Man, can you tell I'm craving a nerd hit?

Holy crap. I rediscovered the delights of playing my Nymph, experiencing non-woodland things for the first time, as a character the other day. She is my very favourite. I do so love her. But yeah, 'nuff said.

But yeah, no nerding in Perth, I imagine. Or, alternatively, infinitely more. Who can say?! So I need as many hits now, to tide me over. Make with the plans, Tom.

You can roll my d20, baby.

Oh god. That didn't even make sense. Let your imaginations run wild. WILD!

Hentai! Tom says I talk about it with everyone. I hadn't noticed, myself. I think its absolute rubbish. Hentai, I mean, not what Tom said. But yeah, no porn isn't creepy enough yet, lets ANIMATE IT and make these poor animated souls do disgusting and sometimes completely impossible things. Yes? Yes? No.

Anime is a strange thing. I'm quite fond of the anime STYLE of drawing, with the willowy figures and the hair going everywhere, and all that. Not so much its style of story-telling in most cases, I can't really get into it. But yes, WHY corrupt such a elaborate and graceful style of art, by making hardcore porn out of it? WHY?! You don't see... hardcore comtemporary art porn. Or hardcore impressionism porn. Ok, so the anime style, isn't quite so 'high culture' as all that. But I enjoy it a lot more, in most cases. So WHY break it? Sigh.

But really, purple hair? What were they thinking.

Lonesome - Unwritten Law

2006-06-25T00:17:00.000+10:00

Okay children. Its time for an update. Its not been that long since the last one. Hell, I haven't even gone to Perth yet. But I'm really very bored and cold and tired and lonely. And that equals blogging right? One should only update when one is feeling their most emo. Otherwise the point is missed completely. Right? Right.

Oh. I thought this was great. Stolen shamelessly from Alvin's blog. ... Who I've not linked to actually. I'll get on that. Like tomorrow or something. But in the meantime, here are some things. Some, only the really bad ones, particularly ones that involve someone else, may be falsified. Apparently what ye do is boldify the ones that you've done. Or some such. Now, if I could just remember how to boldify.

* I miss somebody right now.
* I watch more tv than I used to.
* I love olives.
* I love sleeping.
* I own lots of books.
* I wear glasses or contact lenses.
* I love to play video games.
* I've tried marijuana.
* I've watched porn movies.
* I have been in a threesome.
* I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
* I believe honesty is the best policy.
* I have acne free skin.
* I like and respect micheal jackson.
* I curse frequently.
* I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
* I have a hobby.
* I've been told I have a nice butt.
* I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
* I've never broken anyone else's bones.
* I shave my armpits
* I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.
* I love rain.
* I'm paranoid at times.
* I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
* I need money right now.
* I love sushi.
* I talk really, really fast sometimes.
* I have fresh breath when i wake up.
* I have semi-long hair.
* I have lost money at a casino.
* I have at least one brother and/or sister.
* I was born in a country outside Australia.
* I shave my legs.
* I have a twin.
* I wear boxers.
* I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
* I like the way I look.
* I have lied to a good friend in the past 6 months. (Probably a lil white 'un)
* I know how to do cornrows.
* I am usually pessimistic.
* I have mood swings.
* I think prostitution should be legalized.
* I think Britney Spears is pretty/hot.
* I have cheated on a significant other.
* I have a hidden talent.
* I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have. (Perhaps not ALWAYS. But pretty often.)
* I think that I'm popular.
* I have kissed someone of the same sex.
* I have kissed someone of the opposite sex.
* I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
* I love to shop.
* I would rather shop than eat.
* I would classify myself as ghetto.
* I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.
* I'm obsessed with my blog!
* I don't hate anyone.
* I'm a pretty good dancer.
* I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington…
* I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
* I have a mobile phone.
* I watch MTV on a daily basis.
* I have been caught by the police doing something illegal.
* I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
* I have been to the beach at night.
* I have never been in a real relationship before.
* I've rejected someone before.
* I currently have a crush on someone.
* I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
* I want to have children in the future.
* I have changed a diaper before.
* I've had the cops called on me before.
* I bite my nails. (WOOOOO!!!)
* I'm not allergic to anything deadly.
* I have seen someone else's buttocks.
* I have gone skinny dipping before.
* I have had a crush on a teacher.
* I love my shoes.
* I have touched someone else's privates.
* People think I'm weird.
* I have seen a solar/lunar eclipse.
* I have lived at a friend's house.
* I have more that 3 email accounts.
* I love icecream.
* I am fashionable.
* I have never swore.
* I have fruit on a daily basis.
* I sleep nude occasionally.
* I share secrets with a member of the opposite sex as a friend.
* I share secrets with a member of the same sex as a friend.
* I listen to classical music.
* I hate these quizzy things.
* I have a stamp collection.
* I have met my best friend for 5 or more years.
* I own a pool.
* I talk to myself sometimes.
* I have never played Monopoly.
* I liked this year's birthday presents. (If you haven't yet have your bday, then last year's presents)
* I really enjoy talking and sharing with good friends.

That was fun. I've done a lotta things it would seem. Some were neither here nor there. So I might've lied on a couple. You know how it is.

Huh. No this is taking too long to get out a couple words. I'll just leave it at this. Real entry coming soon.

The Dark Night of the Soul - Loreena McKennitt

2006-06-15T01:01:00.001+10:00

Oh my. I promised myself I wouldn't update for a good long time. What with my fairly pathetic constant updates lately. Also as non-violent protest to some EVERYONEs I could mention, who don't update. Apart from you Julz, you're free to go. But yeah, no, I'm here. And here and I'm updating HARDCORE.

So! Things, eh? Thats what your here for, you say? Bollocks to you!

Man, what a boring night. I am without speakers, till I can get some cabley things to hook the compy up to my stereo. I MISS HITTING NEXT! Over and over and over again! Until I find something I feel like listening to. Theres only so many tracks on a CD. Ohhh, I miss you computer music!

When some people talk on MSN, suddenly everyone is talking. But no! When theres relatively few people online, NOOOO-ONE wants to talk. Screw you all. 'Cept maybe Chris and Tom. Who talk to me despite being in England, and a pending exam.

Oh. For those who're just ACHING for details on my holiday, its finally finalised. Yup, try saying that 5 times fast. Anyway, I'm going to Perth on the 5th o' July. To see the wonderful Tim, and also, the wonderful.. y'know. Perth. That isn't Sydney. Or bloody Canberra. But yes! Miss me! I command you!

If anyone happens to have been there and have any suggestions for things I should see or do there, they'll be appreciated and discarded. Thank you. No, wait. Really, I'm open to suggestions.

Uni friend, Kathy's party was fairly awesome the other night. Despite being down a very long road, made only longer by the fact that Tom and I started off in the wrong direction. And despite it being on top of another cafe/restaurant that you actually had to walk THROUGH to get to the one we were looking for. Resulting in being lost for.. what.. the third time that night?

But yes. It was all made up for by the wonderful company, the nice squishy atmosphere, oh and the bar tab that exceeded $700. Yes, that helped too. I wasn't even too perturbed by the masses of pretentious wankers that seemed to crawl from underneath the very sofas.

Ooo, man. My brothers Master's recital is on Friday. OH EM GEE. I'm so scared for him. But I'd never tell him that. It'd freak him right out. He's probably in a good place right now. All he needs is me to come up to him going "OMG, r u ok?! I'm lyk so scared for u! You'll be ok!!1one!"

Coz I speak l33t in everyday conversation now. Right?

You know it.

But yes! So scared for him! His very own lil hour'n a half recital. I'd invite you all.. but I think you'd ruin it. Hee. But yes, flowers, chocolates, and congratulatory money can be sent here. I'll be glad to pass them on.

Sarah's Birthday Today! (They all required capitals)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH! Oh Em Gee, mah little baby is 19! I remember when you were like.. 9. Or something. When we met. That was awesome. That girl is such a fabulous babe. Despite dogging me on Strassman. But I can deal with that, coz she does so many other fantastic things. Happy birthday, baby! You rock!

Hmm. What can I rant at now.

Right. Soccer. Thats the cool thing to do, right? I assume we all got 3-1 tattooed on our foreheads after the other night? No? Just me? Shit. Anyway, I'd particularly like to mention one person I know who bet $2000 on the game. On Japan. Yeah, thats a fairly good advertisement for not gambling. I mean, sure you woulda made some money if they'd won. But, dude. They DIDN'T. That puts you out a lot of money. Two thousand dollars, approximately. Anyway, just sayin'. Don't gamble kiddies. Its bad for your mental health. And like... pockets.

Do you ever try and put your hands in pockets that aren't there?

No? Just me? Shit.

Oh man. I'm looking forward to Perth like nothing else. You have no idea.

Just sayin'.

I Have Not Been to Paradise - Zoe Poledouris

2006-06-02T18:24:00.000+10:00

Ohhhh dear readers. The time has finally come. After a long and ridiculously easy year, my sentence at SIBT has finally come to an end, and I'm free to enjoy 8 full months of uni-free time. Ohhh, it feels good. Especially after last week. I wouldn't have said it then, but in retrospect, I'm glad that last week was so very hectic, as it makes me appreciate my freedom from the beginning. For example, I didn't want to wake up this morning because I thought I had to keep writing my essay (which of the two, I didn't even know). But HOORAY! I rolled over in my wonderful bed and relaxed for a few more minutes, before getting up and doing NOTHING. Ohhh. I'm lovin' it.

Time spending with Sarah tonight! Thats exciting! Long time since I've seen her, apart from like.. last weekend. When I went to Jen's birthday thing. Which was good fun as well. But yes, a nice night at home, watching movies, in the warm, with pizza, and the possibility of tipsiness. Alas, but one thing missing. Is 'tipsiness' a word? Does it have an 'i' or a 'y', in the case that it exists. Perhaps I'm drunk already.

X-Men 3!! Someone come see it with me! I can't go another second without seeing it! But, I'll have to, so.. someone come see it with me like.. tomorrow. Yes? Yes? No..

Oh, Cespenar. What would I do without you?

I've been so happy for the last... I don't even know. It was drawn to my attention when I went to Mitch's church the other night, and saw an old school friend I haven't seen since well.. school (Kate Belling for those it means anything to). And one of the first things she said to me was "You look so happy!" I realised that I was! Life is good. Life. Is. Good.

Blood Red Sandman - Lordi

2006-05-25T18:10:00.000+10:00

Ok, first thing need to be said, in case you recognise the name from the Eurovision song contest, is that I don't, that is DO NOT, REALLY, condone those ridiculous costumes. I mean, honestly. What a gimmick, and what a.. hilarious one at that. However, on hearing that the winners of the Eurovision Song Contest 2006, yes, of ABBA fame, where in fact... METAL. I needed to check them out. And oh man. Oh MAN. They are AWESOME. In terms of music. Not the costumes. Really, worst idea ever. But seriously, thats some distinguished metal right there.

When metal wins Eurovision, you know its a good sign.

Speaking of.. good signs. Yeah, that'll work. I went and saw the Da Vinci Code last night, finally. I've been looking forward to it for a long time. And frankly, I was ever so slightly disappointed. BUT, thats not to say don't go see it. It was still very exciting and clarified many a bit in the book that I couldn't quite visualise. But yeah, the book was so much more exciting. And they glossed over bits entirely. BUT, they're paying me to say go see it, SO, go forth ye masses, and see this great work of..

I got nothing.

Awww, last Visual Culture lesson today. Exam next week. Drinks with the lecturer the week after. But its sad that its over. It was one the best subjects ever. Well, right along side all the others that Aaron taught. Honestly, best lecturer ever. But yeah,I felt ever so slightly embarassed to not have even started my essay yet, that was "due" today. But then everyone else arrived and no-one else really had either. *sigh*, yup. We're the best class ever.

Also, I'd like to note that I'm blogging to fill up the space that would usually be taken up by reading other peoples blogs. But it seems theres some kind of drought happening lately. And its bugging me no end! I need anecdotes people!!

So, not really that much closer to my holiday. Got the go ahead from mum, so I can borrow some money from the olds. But I gotta figure me out some details. You know, like.. where'n when. They'd be good.

I think this is all I can think of at this point. I'll go do something else.

The Queen and the Soldier - Suzanne Vega

2006-05-20T16:22:00.000+10:00

Wat up mah bitches. I got thanked the other day for updating, coz NO-ONE's doing it lately. So in hopes of collecting another thank you or two, shameless.. something something.. that I am, I present to you..

UPDATE!

Work this morning. Fun as ever, I simply love screaming children. Actually, that.. sarcasm.. is a lie. I love the children. And they weren't even screaming much today. It was the 7:30 start that really threw me. Also, the fact that, until 7:30 this morning I had NO idea what the day would be like. How long I was going to work, who I was working with, what children would be around. It was very stressful. I was expecting to be stuck with strangers. Which is, at the least, awkward. You can't get anything done feeling awkward all day.

But work is over now. And it wasn't nearly as bad as it could've been. I worked with a nice girl I've worked with before. However I did glean some information that makes me really never want to work at this house ever EVER again. But I must continue until.. the end of the year or something. Oh it hurts. It hurts right HERE.

No wait. Thats my cat.

Went to Sutekh last night. That was... every bit as boring as I remember it. Surrounded by games like "Puerto Rico" and "Settlers" which are.. both.. REALLY boring. Played one single game of Magic. Which was good and bad. Bad, in that I hauled those FOUR FRIGGIN DECKS in my bag all night for nothing. Met a couple of cool people though. In particular Min Ju's brother who's name I can't remember. But.. he was hilarious. For.. someone related to Min-Ju.

But yes. Saw a bunch of people I haven't seen in ages again. In particular Silvia, Greg, Amanda and.. uhh.. linebacker. Linebacker in particular was awesome. He/She is totally crushing.

The night was wonderfully topped off with a call from Tim the toolman. Wait, was that his name? He sounds nothing like I expected he would. Do you? Anyway, I'm sure that was expensive. But it alleviated the boredom like nothing else. Oh, and I got lost on Sydney Uni campus during that phone call. That was weird. But you know, not too lost. I'm not dead!

Greg ga'me a lift home. Which was also awesome. Meant I got home quicker than I would have had I caught the train with EVERYONE else. And into bed quicker for a long nights sleep before work the next day. Or would've, had we not stopped at Maccas on the way. It was my own fault. He said he could go after he dropped me. But I didn't have pizza like all you Sutekh people! I... gave in to evil instead.

I need my P's. I need them like I need air and food and metal. My dad has left now (oh, yeah. Shoulda mentioned that) and it dawned on me that.. my mum and I could have a CAR EACH if I had my P's right now. Do you have ANY idea how convenient that would be? I wouldn't have to bum a lift from people to get down the ROAD to James tonight. SIGH! I should just.. drive.. anyway.

Oh Em Gee. Nightwish filmclip IN MY EXAM. In a couple weeks. Y'know? I think I could probly stand to study that. Just sayin'. Just sayin' like a bitch. So now, not only do I only have ONE exam this semester, NIGHTWISH are a large part of that semester.

Y'know. This might just be the best semester ever.

I need suggestions. I need to get my lecturer a present for the end of semester. Coz I am seriously going to miss him. So bad. But I don't know what to get him without it being weird. So, y'know, no strippers or anything.

Pfft, we'd probly have to study them. Visual culture, y'know. Random hentai a few weeks ago, y'know. You fill in the not so gaping gaps.

And make with the comments people!! Honestly, you call yourself cyber-friends? 'Cept Tim. He was a "gentleman" and commented. But the rest of you can burn in hell. Or.. like.. go live in the Big Brother house.

Perpetual Dawn - The Orb

2006-05-14T23:39:00.000+10:00

Hello!

I'm gonna blog now. Is that cool with y'all? I thought it might be.

Coz if it isn't... *shakes fist*

Anyway. Mothers Day? How was that for y'all? Mmm? Mmm! Yes? No, shut up. Not being a mother, it was pretty average for me. I think its time I became a mother. And reaped the benefits. You know, average chocolates. Breadmakers. Tiny posters made from baby feet being wiped with paint and smeared on paper. Yeah, they're keepers.

I should make some of them for my mum. But I've got this theory. Lemme know if its crackpot. But yeah, it wouldn't have the same effect with a 20 year olds paint smeared feet. "Yup. Thats a keeper." I can hear her say.

So. Oh, Greg's party? Yeah, that was pretty good. Lots of fun actually, if I remember correctly. Its just been a while, so the fun feeling has worn off, y'know? But in other news, Alvin is an absolute champagne. Wait... that should read champion. But yeah, he's awesome. I think we should do things more often. However, that is hindered by the fact that he DOESN'T INVITE ME PLACES!!

Its time to get over that. I know.

But yeah. Took AGES to get there. Two hours or something to be... inaccurate. We got lost. By that I mean Emma said "I have to go to "a place that is in entirely the wrong direction" and then I know how to get there." To which I replied, "Wait. Isn't that in the wrong direction?" But got her there in any case. To find she had actually meant a place that was ONE suburb on from where that conversation took place.

Also, why don't girls.. i mean.. guys... fight over doing me in my comment box? I'd link to whatever I mean. But I can't be screwed. Also, Tim would just *love* that. So move your little mouse pointer over to the bit that says "Tim's Hilarious" and click the left button. You can do it.

That was a lot harder than linking.

So yeah, the... point. From about a million years ago, was that Greg is now 21. Interesting bit of trivia, he REMEMBERS his mum's 21st. She had been married for three years at that point. So I assume he was 2 or 3. I'm surprised no-one mentioned that actually.

Dear lord, I'm doughy. I was about to say, in all seriousness, "I'm going to have my first kid when I'm 18.." for some reason that made sense only in my mind. But then, I realised that.. holy shit. Its too late.

In an unrelated story, is anyone, specifically virile males, looking for a single night of heated passion?

In another unrelated story, Adelaide listeners to a particular radio station had the chance to win Pete Helliar for a day, recently. Pfft. I know what I'd do with Pete Helliar for a day. Giggidy-giggidy. But jeez. Some bogan with six kids wins him. Makes him buy Milo and crap. Pfft, what is that.

Haha, I re-read that paragraph and read "Some bogan had six kids with him." Now, thats more along my reasoning.

*sigh* Finally, everybody's left me alone so I can blog. Haha. WHAT?

I'm no closer to my final holiday plan. In fact, apparently I'm further away, what with my mum now making holiday plans. Mmm, so you know, binary opposite of what I wanted, and what I wanted to achieve. However, much cheaper. You know. COMPLETELY FREE. Yeah, that makes it sound a lot nicer.

Speaking of.. lots of money.. you know. Whatever. My church burned down the other day. For those who heard of it, yes, it was the old lovely one on Broadway. Which is an absolute tragedy. But alas, it cannot be undone. But honestly even if you are a church-hating pyro, surely you could be brought back to earth by the fact that this building was 150 years old. What I mean is, if you HAD to pick a church to overcompensate for your small penis on, couldn't you choose a newer, cheaper one? Coz.. DAYAM. Honestly.

I just found out its the church where Arthur Stace found the inspiration to start writing 'Eternity' all over the place. Thats interesting. I hadn't heard that one.

Bob: "Hi, I'm Bob, and I overcompensate for my small penis by setting churches on fire."
Group: "Hello Bob!"

Man, its an AA joke a day lately. Whats that about.

Oh man. I'm bored now. Might be time to bring this particular entry to an end. Alas.

I feel like theres something I've forgotten to mention. Oh. No, thats not interesting.

Phantom of the Opera - Nightwish

2006-04-30T13:23:00.000+10:00

I should mention, this post was written at around about 12am last night, but couldn't be saved or posted due to.. malfunctions. Somewhere. Anyway, here. BLOG!

Morning viewers.

I'm posting because people are taking ages to reply in IM conversations. Not altogether the most noble, nor indeed, even sense conducive way to write. But you know, whatever keeps the readers coming back.

Speaking of readers not coming back, why no input when I asked for it? Now I can't use the input of randoms to decide where to take a holiday. The BEST way to take a holiday. Sigh. Supa-sigh. Now I'll have to decide for my damn self. Also, Melbourne is no longer out of the question. Yeah, I know. Blame it on my womanhood.

Oh man. Julieanne's gonna flame me for that one.

Speaking of.. of.. flames.. no. I really can't link that to anything. Time for something else entirely.

So. Luna Park last night was a hoot. It was so awesome to see people I haven't seen in ages again, which unfortunately now has to include Sarah. :P But yeah, it was so nice to see Jen and Jono (who I'd forgotten was so funny and nice!) and Steve again. Also, met a random named John who was, in fact, either NOT random, or so random it hurt my brain to think about it. To... clarify, it appeared that I was already connected to him in some way. Such a random connection. I've had CONVERSATIONS on Christmas Days past about this guy I met last night with a completely different group of people. It was.. weird to say the least. Tom got sick which was sad, but I think lemonade fixed him.

Also, random propositioning by a slightly sozzled german/russian, looking down my shirt on the train home. Woo? Or... ew? I'm not sure. But I didn't take him up on it, so I had *some* sense.. or.. ew. He was hot though. Just as long as we make that clear.

It was my dads birthday dinner the other night. That was nice, coz I got to see my brother again, and also, I haven't had indian food in ages. AGES. Yum. Its brothers birthday dinner next week, and I think its off to Leichardt somewhere I believe.

I had to say goodbye to a friend today. It was very sad. And pretty pathetic, coz it was via sms unfortunately. But it couldn't be helped. Perhaps if desperation allows I might force myself to make contact one last time before he leaves forever and ever. Its so sad. We only got close once he was about to leave. I wish it weren't, but alas. Life must go on.

Also in the friend arena, I had my first real-time contact with WA Tim a few days ago, and a smattering of mini-convos since. Thats nice, innit. Some of you may recognise him as the leaver of lewd comments on my journal, hilarious ones on Toms, or indeed perhaps, his link on the side over there. But yeah, until recently this was the only contact *I'd* had with him either. But NO MORE! Woo. He's hilarious.

I think I'll leave this entry here. People are waiting for *me* to reply now, and are probably writing little blog entries of their own. I have an essay due on Tuesday. So I'll probably post again before then. Bwahaha. Night.

Also here are some.. blogthings. Yes. I went nuts I didn't do all the ones I wanted to. You know you have a problem when Firefox says "you're about to close 23 tabs, are you sure?"

You Should Learn Swedish

Fantastisk! You're laid back about learning a language - and about life in general.

Peaceful, beautiful Sweden is ideal for you... And you won't even have to speak perfect Swedish to get around!

What Language Should You Learn?

Your World View

You are a cautious type, neutral, and rather insecure.

You would agree with the idea that everybody has his price...

And in your own case it would not be high.

You are ruled by an inferiority complex and not easy to assess.

How do you present yourself to the world?

An idealist, a moralist, a conformist keeping up with the Joneses?

What Is Your World View?

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to good manners and elegance.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

You Were a Little Naughty This Year!

While you're not likely to greet Santa with sucker punch...

He's still not too jolly about coming to your house.

You might get a small token from Mr. Claus

Like some detox pills for your liver.

Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?

Deceiver of Fools - Within Temptation

2006-04-22T14:09:00.000+10:00

Ok, ok. Time for another update. I can tell you're all hankering for one. With all the comments. Now, excluding Julz here doesn't work, coz I just went on about all the comments. And they were all from her. So.. I'll leave it to you to figure out I was being sarky.

Anyway, point is. Nothing to report.

Blog over.

No, I'm lying. Theres plenty to report. Even if there wasn't you know I'd fill it up with junk anyway. Junk like this and also this. Wooo! Being bizarre is awesome.

Bizarre. Yes. "Roooaadtrip!!" I cried. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone in the room, or even the house, so I proceeded to type it into an instant messenger window. From this casual brain explosion, came forth the idea, covered in grey matter I might add, that we should go to Wisemans Ferry. Apparently its creeeeepy at night. And creepy it was. In an ass-raping kind of way, and less the "I vant to suck your blooood" kind of way. Which was what I was really hoping for.

I dunno, is ass-raping hyphenated?

There was strip scissors-paper-rock involved. Mostly on Maddie and Chris's part. By which I mean, entirely. Many were the laughs when Chris, according to Rosencrantz's Law, proceeded to lose something like 6 times in a row.

Did I mention he was driving?

Atrocity. Honestly. Not the blog, poopcraps.

Yeah, no. I'm having a real feeling for links today. Don't ask me why. Maybe I remembered how to do'm in my sleep? Or, perhaps, many things need a'linking today. Yes, that'd be it. I'd love to link to TOMS NEW JOURNAL. But unfortunately, it doesn't EXIST YET.

Easter came and went. Much chocolate to be had by all. What was more important though, was the holidays. Not so much coz I didn't have to go to uni, coz thats basically everyday. But because, neither did anyone else. Which means slightly more socialising, and also, and far FAR more importantly, the buses weren't packed. W00t, my friends. W00t, hardcore.

Ok mah bitches. Its time for some input. I'm going on a holiday. By myself. All by me onesies. But I don't know where to go. Pretty much anywhere in Australia, except for Melbourne, which is overrated. And.. I dunno. Darwin. I want some input, and I want some reasons. The first, second and ever after to say "so and so, coz its cool." WILL be shot. That includes people who do it to bug me now I've said I don't want it. I'm lookin' at you Greg.

Anyway, I'm thinking maybe Brisbane, but apparently the people there are ridiculously attractive, and the whole damn city is bad for the self-esteem. But I don't know. Perth I may be going to later in the year. I don't know. My parents are crapsticks when it comes to organising. But my main point is, unless someone *really* wants to come with me, I'll be going alone. Out in the wide world. Scary huh? When you hear about that suspected terrorist hit, you know it'll be me.

Yeah I don't even know what that was meant to mean.

I'm at home alone again. I need a car. And a friend. Possibly a friends car.

So words we've learned today:

poopcraps
crapsticks
uhh.... linebacker

Brand new inter-quiz that just can't be beat!

2006-04-16T12:50:00.000+10:00

Ok mah peeps. Me'n mah homeboy Tom, we fashioned ourselves a little internet quiz, of a much higher caliber than the usual tripe you see running around the internet on its little cyber-legs. I expect EVERY PERSON to do this quiz. Everyone. You'll only look even more cool for it. So do it. Its funny. After I see some results from other people.. I'll fill it in myself. But not till then. Tom, this means you need a new blog. Get on that.

Pineapple (T/F)?
Your opinion on emos?
And the word "emos"?
How many emos does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Why are we picking on emos?
Favorite Magic card (If you don't like Magic, make something up)?
Favorite US county and why?
If you were to design a new emoticon, wat would it be?
If you were to design an internet quiz, what would your next question be?
Wordy, word?
Was it as good for you as it was for me?
Who do you think will do this quiz?
Are you a start menu at the top or start menu at the bottom type of person?
What is you favorite Trap door character?
So what music player do you use?
Yes?
At what point of the nursery rhyme "Over the Hills and Far Away" (the one about ducks) do you get fed up?
Who do you think wrote this question?
Provide a paragraph describing the ugliest thing you can see.
What time is it according to the clock that is least accurate in your current location?
What other websites do you have open (do not censor)? If you don't have any others open, what was the last site you visited?
Vegemite or Monkey Paste?
Boom or Bust?
Stop or Reset?
Inclusive or Exclusive?
Bicubic Interpolation or Cygwin Ports?
Can you believe its not butter?
Are you trapped?
Do you need assistance?
Google or Yahoooooooo!?
Who is your favourite Teen Girl (of the Teen Girl Squad)?
Did you just Google the last question? Coz I think you did.

Daylight Dancer - Lacuna Coil

2006-04-12T16:53:00.000+10:00

The sun is blinding me. Its going down. I have the most horrible afternoon sun in my room. And now, thanks to no daylight savings, it goes down at a time when I'm *actually* in my room. It burns like the fiery blazes of hell, only more life-giving rather than taking away. 'Cept to the poor people with skin cancer. Sorry 'bout the cheap shot.

Its the first day of "Easter" "Holidays". By which SIBT means, Don't worry about going to uni on Thursday, study for the exam on Tuesday instead. BUT. By going to uni on Tuesday, for an exam, I score myself another week off the following week, because of Anzacs. Boy. I love Anzacs. I hope any Anzacs with skin cancer feel redeemed.

My friggin bag broke in the middle of the city the other day. Daaaay-AM. It was in the interval of a 3 1/2 hour concert though, so I didn't feel the sting too badly. Oh, and my mum had forceps. I love nurses. I held my bag together like so much umbilical cord. Which you don't really hold together.. you know. But the point was, go mums.

But now I need a new bag. And that makes me cry. This may have been the best damn bag I ever had. Conveniently small, but large enough to hold my myriad thingamabobs. And so many pockets. Now I'll have to work out new places for everything to go. Oh my. I'm not sure I'm ready to move on yet. 'Cept I need a new bag. Way to force my hand, reality.

I guess I could keep it forcep-ed. Its worked out so far.

I don't know if I'm spelling forcep correctly. But you know what? I don't care. Its not something I'll EVER depend on spelling right.

Oh man. Anonymous Friend made me so angry today. And I can bitch all I like, coz he probly won't read this. If you happen to be, can you see the ironic statement I'm making about you? Does it make you angry? Does it make you cry? Damn, he just pissed me off so bad. He better apologise or I'm so gonna slap him upside the head. When he does, I'll apologise for anything I say here. Coz.. you know what I'm like when I get angry. Will... not... make... The Hulk... joke...

I can't wait for all the uni people to start holidays. I'm really expecting some social action, y'hear? I've been missing the constant company of you guys for ages now. The weekends just aren't cutting it when all but Tom and Em bail. Not that I don't have an awesome time with them. Y'know. Going to McDonalds.

Ooo, possible Karaoke on Thursday. Wait.. thats tomorrow. Well.. that looks unlikely now doesn't it. Aw, peas.

I had the BEST intentions to start studying for the music exam on Tuesday. Honestly, the bets. But you know how days work out. There's just too much NOTHING to be done. So, all of a sudden, your days gone, you have to go sit on some children, and the days wasted. And bag shopping tomorrow. Awwwwwww peas!

I'm gonna buy me a coat. A real nice one. From THE COAT MAN. Random as anything. But its really nice. And the real clincher is, its down from $255 to $99. Wowzers. I mean.. I guess. Its very long. I'll have to show some people first. See what they think. I tried to link here, but its not being helpful with its linking. So... no links for y'all. Sorry!

Aw man. I can't think of anything else to say. The sun is gone now. Which is nice. I can see its horrible burning outline through the trees overlooking the valley. Beautiful. And yet, blinding. Blinding in its beauty. Ouch. Best pain ever.

When I go blind, I want you all to know, it was a good cause.

"It doesn't think. It doesn't feel.
It doesn't laugh or cry.
All it does from dusk till dawn
Is make the soldiers die."
- Onean Children's Rhyme

Some of that just popped to mind and I had to find the rest. Ha, I love that one. ONE whole dollar to the cyber-person who figures out where its from.

Nothing says denial like a blog

2006-04-05T15:51:00.000+10:00

When you have many a uni assignment due tomorrow, one blog entry in one day simply isn't enough. Really, I'm actually posting again because I'm stuck on my last image for this stupid portfolio, and I'm trying not to face the truth. And nothing says denial like blogging.

I have been listening to the same songs over and over and over again on my playlist today. Finally I gave in and just made a smaller playlist so it would keep playing those songs. But it's getting SO boring now. I'm so sick of all my music. Aw, bitch bitch bitch.

Speaking of stupid music and wasting technology, my dad went out and bought himself an mp3 player yesterday. Dear lord. Thats like giving a monkey a shotgun. In that he'll get fed up trying to figure out how it works and throw it to the ground in a fit of rage. Ending in tragedy.

I have found the ultimate artist. Music artist that is. The ultimate music guy. And its not Nightwish. Its not System of a Down. Its not even The Offspring. Its this guy:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayreon

Omg. *Metal* Opera? I hadn't even dreamed the term. I love it. LOVE IT. I really need to get an album. I don't know where I'll do that though. I looked up the Utopia site as well as the JB Hi-Fi site, and JB had MORE albums than Utopia. What the *crap* is that about? Isn't that just kinda putting Utopia out of business? Not that I mind, it was so hard getting into the city for decent metal. Now I just go to Hornsby. That makes me so happy, you have no idea. So happy, and so broke. Guh-ull-ull.

I don't know where I'm going to get this last image. Looking back at previous posts, I'm really tempted to steal one of Tim's toast piccys. Just coz my lecturer would crack up. I don't know what it says about Life though. "Life" with a capital 'L'.

Babies tonight. What a surprise. I don't think I'm going to have children for a very very long time. Oohh! There's some blogging for you. I'll tell you aaaaalll about last Saturday.

Remember I was bitching about not wanting to work the coming Saturday? Well, turns out it was the best damn shift (can I use that term here? I don't know) that I've EVER had. Without either parent there, just a chick my own age, the atmosphere was SO relaxed, we didn't run around trying to do household chores that aren't meant to be part of the job anyway. We just sat around looked after the babies, played with them, and talked, mostly about what a raw deal this other chick was getting. (She works there full time y'see. She's an au pair. Means she lives there. O. M. G. I couldn't do it) It was fantastic. Best shift ever. If I had my choice, I'd always work with her. She's getting such a bad deal, I even gave her my number so she could call me anytime and fume and bitch about this woman. I feel so sorry for her.

I'm really getting into Lacuna Coil lately. I've known about em for ages. But I never really *tried* to get into em. I never downloaded anything or anything. But I'm really into em now. Yay! New music left right and centre. Its making me very happy.

Went to meet Tom and Em for dinner on Mondee night. That was fun, as always. Its weird coming into Macquarie at night. Not unpleasant though. 'Cept that everythings closed wen we get there. So, we end up spending about an hour there. Which seems like I'm not getting value for money there. But its still well fun to see 'em every so often. Coz it seems like its getting rarer since uni started again.

Also, I'm getting closer to Maddie again. I didn't have much to do with her for.. ages there. But Now I'm talking to her on the net again, and visiting her over the back fence a lot. Its nice. I love Maddie. Possibly more than Chris. OOoooOoOoOooo.. I'm hardcore. Chris is working too much. Too too much. Far too much. He should lighten up, and only work ONE job.

Aw man. I have to be at work in THREE hours. And I'm still no closer to my final image. And I guess I better start writing mah little synopses (??) and all. And get em figured out on a page so I can take em to get printed. And aw crap. I forgot to go photocopy some. That shits me. I guess I'll have to do that in the morning. I hate uni. Terrible load that it is HAR HAR HAR.

Ooo, Easter break next week! Roflcopter.

Dear lord, I hate that... word? No. Thing. I hate that thing.

Memes ahoy

2006-04-05T12:39:00.000+10:00

I said a long time ago.. you know, back in the old journal, that I would do this talking Media Player meme again once I had more mp3s. Seein' I'd only just got my compy, I didn't have too many. Now, I have like 30 hours worth, so I think that should be enough to glean some answers from the good ol' WMA. I can't actually remember if these were all accurate, coz I took it off Chris's blog, seeing that both the blog of Tom and of myself were obliterated. What I mean is, Chris might've added a few of these. I can't remember. But they sound funny anyway. So here we go again:

What do you think of me, WMA?
Trapt - Headstrong

So.. either that I'm.. er.. "trapt". Or that I'm a headstrong and stubborn etc individual. Or both. Perhaps, I'm "trapt" by my own headstrong-ness? Well, w00t to you WMA.

Will I have a happy life?
Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue - Where the Wild Roses Grow

.. I'm gonna take that as an affirmative I think. Sounds idyllic at least. Unless the roses are some kind of genetic mutation that causes death to all that look upon them. ..D'you think thats it?

What do my friends really think of me?
Franz Ferdinand - This Fire

Heh. Cool. That I'm feisty? That I'm some kind of innuendo to sex? Well, thats true. Or that I'm boring and I shouldn't have ever been downloaded?

Do people secretly lust after me?
Rammstein - Mein Herz Brennt

(So we all know, "My heart burns") I think that pretty much says it all. SOMEBODY's heart burns with a fiery passion. Now.. just to find out who. I'll start with the burns ward.

How can I make myself happy?
Nightwish - Away

Go away? WMA, do you really hate me so much? Oh, I see what you're saying. Right.

What should I do with my life?
Rhapsody - Guardians of Destiny (English Version)

Um.. What? I should.. guard destiny then?

Why must life be so full of pain?
The Offspring - (Can't Get My) Head Around You

Because I can't get my head around it? Because people can't get their head around me, so I'm left lonely and.. alone? Or.. you know, what?

How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
Unwritten Law - Seein Red

Ahhhahahaa. So.. red lingerie then? Heh. Sexy.

Will I ever have children?
Ayreon - Temple of the Cat

You. What. Ohh.. so. No, I'll have a cat instead. Well.. thats a little depressing. Seems like its constant nappy-free time with a cat. OR. Will my *house* become the temple of the cat, and I'll have HUNDREDS of them? Man, I love that crazy cat lady off'a the Simpsons. She's gotta be my favourite character. But.. y'know.. I don't wanna turn into her. If thats cool..

Will I die happy?
Linkin Park - In the End

Oh.. peas. So life will be a horrible struggle that I won't be happy in for the most part, but In The End, I'll die happy? Awwww peas.

Can you give me some advice?
Zoe Poledouris - I Have Not Been to Paradise

Hmmm.. So.. I.. should take you to Paradise? Sounds sexy.. but you're.. my media player. Umm.. yeah.

What do you think happiness is?
The Strokes - Last Nite

Eh.. heh.. heh.. (I thought we agreed never to tell anyone about that..?) HAH. YEAH. Um. I don't know what to make of THIS one. HEH.

Oh man. Someone thinks I'm having sex with my computer. And that its enjoying it.

What's my favourite fetish?
Nightwish - Dead Gardens

Oh my. Thats just plain creepy. Though I can imagine how that could be a turn on. Y'know. If you use your imagination. A little bit.

Anyway, mah peeps. Thats mah meme. It wasn't as good as I'd hoped it would be, but at least I've lived up to the promise that I'd do it again someday. And I did. And it wasn't as good as the first time. Dammit.

Real update coming later.

Welcome back

2006-03-30T15:23:00.000+11:00

Well, last post was a happy mix of insanity, inanity and abuse. A job well done I would think. But probly not a post I would want people reading as a first impression. Or.. would I?

Anyway, I'm here to write some more. Mostly out of boredom. Also to keep my mind busy. Which are, actually, two different things. They just sound the same. I should be looking at dead bodies right now. Should be. But somehow, I'm the only one who seems to see something wrong with making a special trip out to Homebush to look at dead bodies filled with silicon with class. Yeah, is there something weird about me? Or about them.

I swear, the enthusiasm with which some people were agreeing to go see these corpses is nothing short of ghoulish. I'm sure at least half must've just been nodding with ghastly grins on their faces just to be some sort of emo/goth/fearless cool in front of others. Not me. There is no force in heaven or earth that could make me spend my afternoon gazing thoughtfully at the living impaired.

And I refuse to get pulled into some kind of "well, you watch SVU" debate. I'm aware of the hypocrisy. But there's a line drawn in my mind, and I'm not going to let Cul101 throw up all over it.

Speaking of Cul101, I'm in dire need of a concept I can explore through use of images. But I'm stumped. And I *know* some pretty creative people read this blog.. on and off. I want some serious suggestions. Lest I die of assignmentlessness. Its a pandemic, I tells ya.

Dammit. I really *really* don't want to work on Saturday. *REALLY*. I even had a nightmare about it last night. A serious nightmare. Its been ages since I've had a real nightmare. When you start having nightmares about work, is it usually a sign that you're in the wrong line of work? I don't know. I think it might be. The demon babies will haunt me the rest of my days.

Thats a dirty lie. There weren't any demon babies.

So, my scheduled meeting with Maddie and Chris went well last night. In that, I had a vodka fanta, and we went to McDonalds. I don't think I can ever go to McDonalds again. The very sight of it is starting to turn my stomach. No, thats a dirty lie too. But we go there a lot. Like a *lot*. More than I think even *they'd* recommend. Also, we saw Pedrum. For all those who don't remember/know him, he went to school with us. He was in my music class for 2 years. Or 1 year. Or X years. But yeah, Chris'd never spoken to him in his life, and he ended up pedalling his music to him while we were in line. Maybe Chris should've been in my music class.

I'm thinking about starting singing lessons. I got good advice from a friend lately about my crippling boredom and self-esteem issues, which was to find something that I'd always wanted to do but discarded it, and to concentrate on it for a little while. I think that something might be singing lessons. I don't have high aspirations. I just want to be able to sing without screwing up every two seconds. I think this is something worth looking into.

Maybe then I can start my own epic-melodic-female-singer-metal-band. Yeah! Screw you Nightwish!

And wear pretty dresses ALL the time.

Yup, thinking aloud.. er.. typing.. er.. saying thoughts in cyber words now.

Man. I really need this theme for my visual portfolio. I just have no idea what to do. And its due in a week!! ONE WEEK! I'm so screwed. Naw, I can do it. Once I have an idea what to do it on, I'll be fine. Its just the idea mongering that's holding me back.

I think I'm gonna go research some singing teachers now. Auf Wiedersehen.

(edit)

By research singing teachers, I mean do Homestar Runner Quizzes

Which HomestarRunner.com Character Are You?

Things that I do

2006-03-25T17:54:00.000+11:00

Here I am. Here am I. I'm writing in my very own blog. Wooowiiee look'a me mum!

I don't know what the crap is wrong with me today. I can only put it down to overtiredness. I had so little sleep last night, then had to get up at Sparrows fart to go to work for like 5 hours. Granted, it was a lovely short work. She unexpectedly came home early, and I could get the crap outta there. But next week... oh dear lord. If I turn up dead.. you know.. anywhere. It'll be coz of.. shut up. Next week is going to suck some serious monkey turds, so expect grouchiness to the power of two twins and a 3 year old.

Tonight, there is revelry. I don't know what form that revelry will take, as it seems to be sort of confused. I think we'll just end up making it up as we go along. And those are usually the *best* of nights, or the *worst* of nights. I have high hopes. Anyway, Tom, Em, Greg and Greg's brother. I'd call him Chris, but that wouldn't help, seeing there are about a trillion Chris's's's in my social network. Believe me, I know. I mapped it out once. Linguistics, my ass.

Yeah, so, this entry is pretty much filling in time. Greg's picking me up, and we all know Greggy's record for punctuality. Bwaha. Well, I guess if you don't, you just figured it out. :P Sorry Greggums, I still love you. Just.. you know. Be on time and all. :P

So tired. So very tired. I.. think? I've sort of lost all feeling to my.. wherever you feel tiredness. I'm buzzing but I know I shouldn't be, and I know I'll crash early. Like, you know, when things start to pick up in whatever we do tonight. Ain't it always the way. I love being bouncy, but it neverEVER lasts. I think I should start popping Speed. Yeah. That'd do it.

I keep hearing cars that *aren't* Gregs.

Unless it is.

My brother just called. That was nice. His house has a room letting if anyone is interested. In Petersham, my brother, who you *know* is cool, and a chick called Bea, who is equally cool or moreso, but she's not getting married. So there. Wait.. what the crap'm I talking about?

Point is... shut up.

Where the crap is Greg.

I saw Sin City the other day. Man that is a fabulous movie. Absolutely friggin marvelous. I mean, once you get past the uber-violence. Which I need to. But ONCE you get past it... man.. best movie ever. Ever single shot was a masterpiece. ... Maybe excluding the one where he's beating the yellow guy. What the crap was that.

Still.. what a fabulous movie. I simply loved it. Also, I saw Memento last night. Which my class is watching in two weeks. HAhaa... no uni for me then. Wooop!

That was a great movie too. Never seen a movie what was backwards before, missir.

Screw this blogging crap.

Third... Naw, Shut up.

2006-03-19T12:26:00.000+11:00

Know what? I think its time to blog.

Woo! Its been a while since I've been here. So I guess its time to keep you up to date with all the happs in my fairly average, and yet, oh-so-special life.

Yeah, no, what? I have nothing to say.

Umm.. D&D two weeks in a row! If thats not worth mentioning, NOTHING is. Considering we haven't managed to do it for like.. two MONTHS in a row. So yeah. That was good fun. Traipsing about the desert looking for undead, and.. being stuck under a mystical magical maniacal forcefield through which only gaseous form will let us escape. Woo! I love living lives that aren't mine.

Me and Tom really should be given separate time-outs. We're so bad together. We disrupt gameplay like no-ones business. Jokes here, contestations there. Ahh, we're naughty.

BUT! My character earned nearly 50gp whorin' last night! In the desert! How randoms that? Tom's down to 17gp or somethin' and I'm all "maybe you should give whorin' a try?"

Oh, yeah, so I've started working for the Turramurra baby people again now. So if I can't do something social some Saturday, you'll know why. Man, those babies are SO FRIGGIN' CUTE. They are simply adorable. They have tiny little teeth. And they run like maniacs. And then they trip. Awwwww!!

I've found something worse than the bogan though. Oh my. And its the North Shore socialite/prettyboy. Walking around Turramurra looking for an ATM, there wasn't one person who gave me a funny look coz I LOOKED like I'd been working on my feet for eight hours without a break, and had melodic metal blasting out mah ears. So judgemental those people. At least a bogan is friendly. You can get a conversation out of a bogan. But whooaa. Those North Shore yuppies. Pssschh. Kill 'em all.

Wait.. what?

Went out to.. um. Er. Somewhere with Maddie the other day. Roselands I think? It was random anyway. She bought lots of shoes. By lots of, I mean, two pairs. But thats lots to me, seeing I buy one pair at a time, and thats when they're falling off me. But yeah. Friggin' bargain. She bought a pair, and mentioned she'd seen em cheap at another store, for $35 bucks. So the lady conceded and gave em to her cheap. I went and looked at the box later. SEVENTY FIVE BUCKS. Wow. Thats one hell of a discount.

Greg's Barbecue was last weekend. That was lots of fun. Lots of... crashing cars fun. And Magic. And molto yummerando food. Thanks for cooking Greg. I can't remember a lot of it now, it seems like so long ago. But you know. I remember it was fun. Thanks Greg! I guess maybe its my turn to host something soon. :(

Anyway, my day is slipping into the past. I should go. My dad is out, my mum is going to work, my brother doesn't live here anymore. I gots the house to mahself. What should I do? Anyone wanna come over? :)

:(

Second evah!!

2006-03-09T17:56:00.000+11:00

I guess it's time.. yes.. its time... time for JESS'S SECOND ENTRY!

If you get excited about something you did wrong, like not updating for weeks, other people will too. There's a lesson in that. I think I pretty much just summed it up.

Uni is back, and mondays suck. Oh no! Not for me! What're you talking about? No, Mondays suck because every single person I know, apart from my dad, is either working or at uni. Or at school.. but I don't like to talk about that..

My timetable is fabulous. Possibly/extremely helped by the fact that I'm only doing two units. Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. Heh.. I have to have a little giggle while I can, when I hear everyone else complaining about "9am starts" or "8am starts" or... y'know. Other things.

Speaking of uni, let me set a scene for you. Tuesday afternoons, after a nice sleep in. You go into your Mus102 class, in which you will be discussing Rock'n'Roll, Psychadelia, and all the other fun stuff about music. You then discover that your lecturer is a hot 25 (give or take) year old english guy with a dreamy accent. You also discover that your class is full of friends from previous semesters, and all new ones. Doesn't that sound positively AWESOME?

How is it then.. considering this guys age, and the subject matter, that it is the most BORING class that anyone could possibly imagine? Oh! Here's how:

He's strict about talking in class, like in HIGHSCHOOL for shits sake.
He stands in the front of the class and speaks in a monotone for 4 hours.
His "visual aids" consist of black words on white background. Nothing else.

In his defence, he has played one or two musical examples, but they were about 10 seconds long, and I don't think he would've even bothered if it hadn't been a music class, and it was pretty much expected of him.

He really couldn't make it more boring if he sat down and thought about it for goodness' sake.

Hey! I just used bulletpoints in a journal entry. Am I cool or what?

I really wanna play Magic guys. Seriously, whenever someone reads this, come to my house, we'll play Magic. No foolin'.

Greg is having a BBQ on Sunday. That's exciting. I don't know why exactly, there've been barbecues before. But I'm excited about this one. Don't ask why. I've just explained. Also,Greg's house again. That's always fun. Greg's house is fun. Again, don't know why. Just dealin' the complements as they come.

It was Julieanne's birthday the other day. We went to Centennial Park and.. er.. Barbecued. But that was awesome too. New surroundings (though slightly awkward to get to), good friends, good food, and bogans. Booooggannns EVERYWHERE!

I have so many new friends in my news classes! In first semester, I had friends because they came to me and started talking. This semester, all the new first semesters are in, and I see them and take pity on them, and I'm the instigator of the friendship. I just love that. I used to be so shy. And now, I'm shouting random things in class, and making a fool of myself in front of new people, and I don't even care! Its FANTASTIC!

Point is, woot.

I miss people like Tom, and Greg, and Silvia and CHRIS though. It seems like ages since I've done anything with them.. but really it was last weekend. But yeah.. I want mah old friends back. You read this, you come to mah house bi-atches. You hear me? Or... read me? Yeah. So. Come here.... NOW!

First evah!

2006-02-23T00:35:00.000+11:00

Woo!

First ever post at mah new journal. Yeah, I know *blogger*, *blogspot*, *blog blog blog*. But its still a journal to me. Oh diary-x I miss you! But not enough to wait around for you to come back up. So here I am instead.

It better be good or I'll... *shakes fist*

Yeah, no I dunno. I miss diary-x. I really got used to it. And its awesome template that Tom made. Pssch. That was great. Compared to these silly ones. The best I can find is black. What's up with that? Uhm.. I mean.. I bow down before the almighty Blogger. Psschh.

So yeah, what's been going down lately? I ask of myself. All sorts of things. Wonderful WONDERFUL things. Also, things of less wonderfulness.

I went to the dentist today. I was disappointed to hear that I didn't have holes in my teeth. I thought, if I had holes, she'd patch them up and that'd get rid of the horrible pain in my teeth whenever I eat different things. But no. Apparently its my wisdom teeth, and I might have to get them removed. Ugghhh. And as if that's not bad enough, she says I'll have to wait about a year. Which means, you clever lady, I'm going to be stuck with this horrible pain for another year, before having them *well* drilled? That sounds fun. Oh yes, I love the dentist.

I'm going bowling tomorrow. Well, today actually, but I don't like to get pedantic. Heh heh. I don't know why I'm so stoked about it. Also, I don't know why I just used the word 'stoked' for the first time in a real sentence in a totally un-ironic fashion. I don't like bowling that much. Maybe its just the social social social interaction. I like people... some people. Greg is coming over early for Magic. Woo magic!

Ooo, I got my results back from last semester! Woo, Creds and a Pass! That makes me feel well pleased, what with me expecting PCs and possibly Fs for a lot of these subjects. Woo! And I've enrolled for next semester which should be AWESOME. I'm doing a little course I (and they) like to call "Passion, Rebellion and Identity in Popular Music". Compared with things like "Language, culture and communication" and "cultural studies" from last semester, I have a feeling this little unit might be something I'll enjoy and *maybe* even be good at. So what if it has nothing to do with Psychology? What's your point? Pscch. Walk away, dude. Step off.

I really like this font. I wonder what it is.

Oh, and I'm also doing Intro to Visual Culture, coz Aaron's the lecturer. And any class that had Aaron as lecturer should be taken. Taken and taken again. I was lucky, I was in the last MAS104 class he's ever going to teach. I feel MOST lucky.

Psschh. He'll be the first to tell you that if you can do a class at SIBT to get the marks, rather than one that has anything to do with your desired degree, might as well screw em over at SIBT while you can, coz they're money-grubbing bastards. Woo! Go education!

Had a night-out with Sarah the other night. That was good fun. I haven't seen her in a long time. Oh it was so good to see her again. She's so much fun without asking anything in return. I simply love her to pieces. TO PIECES!! YOU HEAR ME?!

Oh I guess this is long enough for a first entry. Blah blah blah. There's gotta be something else to say.. Nope. Bye.

[EDIT] (24th Feb)

I've been tagged. By Sarah! Woo! Here I go..

Four jobs I've had:

Babysitter
Nanny (there IS a difference)
Party Host
Umm.. I've done market research for money...?

Four movies I can watch over and over:

Serenity
The Princess Bride
Sleepy Hollow
Pirates of the Caribbean

Four places I've lived:

Westleigh
Lane Cove
Canberra
Narooma

Four TV shows I love to watch:

Firefly
Law and Order (all of em)
Futurama
Family Guy

Four places I've been:

Er.. Canberra
Er.. Tangalooma!
Er.. Victoria for a day.
Er.................... school.. ? :P

Four favourite dishes:

Butter Chicken
Traditional Christmas (er.. Pork, veggies, taters, gravy etc)
Roast Chicken
Palak Gosht

Four sites I visit daily (well... this is *visit* not check their RSS thingy):

Tom's blog (when its up)
Order of the Stick (webcomic)
Diesel Sweeties (webcomic)
Yahoo! Games (shut up you..)

Four favourite drinks:

Peach Iced Tea!!
Lemon Iced Tea!!
Pepsi Max (quiet)
Rum rum rum..

Four places I would rather be:

Wherever Nightwish is. As their new singer :)
Playing Magic with my awesome friends.
Asleep
I dunno, here is pretty good at the mo.

Transport:

Greg, Emma, Chris, Sarah, brother, J&J sometimes, and anyone else I've forgotten. I love you all!
Mum/Dad
Trains
Buses

Four people I'm tagging (I don't mind if you take a while with this, as no-one has my new blog address):

Tom
Greg
Silvia
I have no friends it seems. Not blogging friends. I'm gonna say Chris even though he on't do it.

Anyway, that's me done. Thanks sair!!