You could dismantle planes with this thing.

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!

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.

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!

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!

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

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!

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

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!

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..

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Running Alone - Angra

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.