you are not your moustache

I had mad plans of making notes on all the books I'd read so I could blog about them but I forgot :| woops. I dyed bits of my hair blue again and got ditched 3 times, I feel this is sufficient excuse for forgetting. Plus, I remembered the name of the crazy stand-out book AND blogged about it so kudos to me. YES.

I'm back in Newtown. Not for long though. I go home soon, only to leave again, for Tamworth. Whole family driving the multiple hour trip on christmas day. I'm dreading the return trip more though, the dog will be coming back with us. And she's crazy.

I HAD OTHER THINGS TO SAY. Oh yeah. I can cross 63). off my list as I have officially saved 3000$. Then proceeded to spend it on my plane ticket. That's right, I'm officially going to London. I have a plane ticket and travel insurance. It is now going to happen. It was one of those crazy plans that I just assumed I'd be too lazy to follow through on, but there you go.

I never got around to blogging about my awesome day, couple of weekends back, but I realised it was mildly list related so now I'm making an effort: Mother Dearest and I went to a book sale thing which was ridiculous. There was so many people and books. It was excessively hot and I wore jeans and it was in a warehouse and I quite literally melted. But I got an enormous amount of books so it was ok. I spent 60$ and got many. I didn't count them and I can't demonstrate to you how big the stacks of books were but let's say more than what would fill one of those ugly enviro bags from woolies. LOTS, OK? And then Mother Dearest and I got coffee which was dandy and then home. I GOT CHANGED. So much melting. But no more. Then A picked me up and we went adventuring to the city to Paddy's markets ( which is where it becomes list related. But I need to read every post I've ever written to check it counts. FUCK ). I bought all too much but it's all lovely and therefore shutup :) And then back to hers and she introduced me to toddlers and tiaras ( or something ). Basically, small brats and idiotic parents chucking shit fits over plastic head jewellery. HILARIOUS. Go home and nap. Pretty good day, yes?

MuchLove.

book #11

When I was adventuring in Tamworth I did quite a bit of reading and therefore ran out of books to read before my multiple hour train trip home. I borrowed "Crawlers" by John Shirley to read on the way home. Just clearing the air, my Pop reads science fiction. And that's about it. I was tossing up between this and another about aliens in love with bacteria or something, so I went with this one.

I'm all for stepping outside the norm every once in a while, but theres stepping and then there's leaping off the cliff of normalcy. This book started with a guy peeing himself because his mutant colleague is about to kill him. Yes. I was reading this on a train, next to a snobby old lady, trying not to laugh out loud at the ridiculousness.

The sad thing is I've read a book similar to this before. Nanotechnology taking over doesn't really have far to stretch out originality wise. Although this one used organic matter ( ie people ) as part of their make up and evolution process which was new. The idea of my parents being taken over by robots and then posing as my parents is mildly terrifying. It was decently written though. I ripped through it, so that's a plus.

I'm thinking 2.5 stars. Mostly because I want people to read it despite it's ridiculous nature. It's more a "read this, it's hilarious!", rather than a "read this, it's brilliant!".

you must know...

So I havn't blogged as much as I intended what with having a house to myself and being able to do whatever the fuck I want because I've been having too much fun doing other stuff. I'm leaving for work in like uhmm 5 minutes ago... but I went out the other night and it was awesome and I say people should get phone numbers from cute guys for their friends and accidentally end up at lesbian night in clubs more often because it's fucking hilarious.

I love having the extreme lack of fear inhibiting my actions. It's great. You should all try doing and saying exactly what you want to more often. It's lovely.

MuchLove.

movie #12

Totes found my movie list. Scott Pilgrim vs the World. YEAH. I can’t remember if I blogged about this or not which is unfortunate as I have no way to check. Ah well. This was so long ago. Damnit. I saw it with H. Twas hilarious, but another one you can’t even attempt to take seriously. It was good though. I like Michael Cera. I REMEMBER WHY I PUT THIS OFF. It’s boring. I can’t expect you enjoy my ramblings about movies. Mostly because I hate writing anything specific because my uncle does this thing where he tells you so much about it you feel like you’ve already seen it. I should do this drunk. HAHA. Sorry.

The first evil ex was my favourite. HE SUNG. And could fly somehow. And dance while flying. DA FUCK? The vegan one was also pretty fucking hilarious. Oh and the girl was just a bit WHAT? I don’t even…?! Oh oh, favourite characters and I didn’t say the gay roommate. DAMN. So many lolz. I can’t remember their names. I should watch it again. I think my descriptions are quite easy to interpret though, to be honest.

I liked how they used the typography and stuff to have the whole movie look and feel like a video game. That was quite cool.

I’m giving up. 4 stars. Blah Blah Blah. I’ll go watch it again.

noooooooo

While I wait for my microwave meal to microwave I am going to start to write about how shit my yesterday was. Yes it's past midnight, don't judge me and my eating habits.

SO... yesterday. I woke up early. Denied the fact I was awake for two hours and then got up. I put washing on which I promptly forgot. I didn't get home until 11ish at night the next day which you can now see why this is a problem. I made myself an awesome lunch of sandwiches and rice and stuff and forgot that too. Then I walked to the station in the freaking 5billion degree heat and caught the train the fancy website said would get me there on time. It didn't. Work was 8 hours of crap and I found out that they just forgot to pay me. Not a bank error or a bunch of us were some how over looked. They just forgot to give me my pay. When I finally finished work there was a ridiculous amount of police cars and ambulances and confused looking people at Epping station. Turns out there was a trespasser on the tracks and therefore all trains were delayed. So I called Mother Dearest and she rescued stranded me. I felt pretty lame relying on my mother to save me but it was 1.5 hours and 3 buses back to Newtown and taxis are fucking expensive. Plus, she offered. And I later found out 'major delay' translated to 'no trains for a whole hour'. YUCK.

And now it's several days later, I'm going to a concert alone and I'm still in a bit of a shit mood. It's already 4 in the afternoon and I had such beautiful plans. AND CENTRELINK HATES ME. It's ok though. Centrelink is hated back by everyone, you can tell because spell check says it's not a word.

I'm going to blast some Linkin Park ( subject of said concert ) and try to get around to that blogging I promised. The whole staggered release thing never happened because I got bored. I'll post what I did write and you'll understand.

MuchLove.

nm...got it

This is kind of terrible. It’s my first chance to blog in eons and I’m not tech savvy enough to work the internet. I bought an internet stick and plugged it in and everything looked dandy and then had a selfish hissy fit and decided all other websites weren’t worthy and therefore wouldn’t work. So I’m writing this in word. This may not seem like such a huge issue but blogger intensely dislikes copying and pasting shit. Like, imagine that typical uhuh don’t go there, click-in-a-z-formation attitude. Then imagine trying to get that to do what you want. Yeah. It’s just not going to happen.

Hold up. The music stopped. Ok back. That was stupid… a) because it didn’t affect you in the slightest and b) I could have just had music from my laptop instead. Oops.

You know what?! BACKTRACK. I’m house sitting for my aunt in the coolest suburb in Sydney. YESH. It’s pretty neat. But I’m sleepy and the weather is stupid so I’m staying in for the mo and therefore trying to make internet work and whatnot. And this house is a bit odd and I need music or I shall talk to myself and it’s the kind of house that just might answer. Which would be worrying. So music. I’m rambling. Sorry. One other thing though, I’m so used to living at the end of a long driveway, next to a cliff and a creek that people and cars are freaking me out a bit. Darn society, impacting my mental stability.

Cool. They changed my shifts at work. I now work 8 hours, three days a week. It’s pretty swell. The 8 hours are death. The money will be lovely though :) When they decide to pay me. And when I figure out this internet thing and check to see if they decided to pay me. FARK.

WHAT ELSE?! I was most awful at keeping up to date last month. I kind of went catatonic in that I only did what was completely necessary and everything else was ignored. Except for last weekend which was flipping awesome and gets a blog of it’s own. That’s how damn awesome it was.

Ok, I’m going to write about a bunch of movies and then about dreams and then about that weekend adventure and then maybe something else I can think of. Wow. I might even stagger their ‘release’ as I totally have that option if this copying and pasting decides to work. Otherwise I’m going to have a bunch of blogs on Jasper with no way of sharing them with the world, which would shit me to no end.

MuchLove.

milestones

I just realised why I procrastinated that last post. IT WAS MY 100 POST. Thats an insane amount of words. And to think most of it is just me rambling about crap all. How cool is that?? Also, I've surpassed 700 days. I only have 600 and something days left. HOLY SHIT. I mean, oh dear. And also, 'oh dear', my 100th post was about nothing thrilling. I guess it was better than, hey look, 100, ummm, i'll be done now.

So YEAH. 101. I'll be done now. Nah, I have completed 19 list items so far. At least 10 of the things on my list can't be crossed off until I have finished the 1001 days. I think for just over a third of the time down I'm doing ok. Not great, but not exactly terribly either. I'm on break now until march so I have the MOST time to do whatever I want. List related or otherwise. And I'm housesitting for most of december which means more time for me to do whatever I darn well please ( read: sleep and eat. Possibly read a book ).

I will need help with a couple of my list items, whether moral support or the likes. Possibly a shove to get me to do the less desirable ones like vegetarian for a month. Volunteers are most welcome :D Ooh, if you know anyone getting married, LET ME COME. promise not to bitch too much about how they're ruining their lives and how hideous the bridesmaids dresses are.

MuchLove.

my plans are brilliant

I'm in Tamworth. The bustling 'city' ahem town, where my father grew up and my grandparents have decided to move back to. Whom I decided to visit. Coz I'm the most awesome grand-daughter. It's true, the other one is a bit of a brat. She can't help it though, she's only 4. Anyhoo, I'm sleeping in the king sized bed which was in my house for a while and it is freaking heaven.

Which is my lame segue into telling you about how I'm going to London. Haha. No, I really did want to tell you about the heavenly realm that is sleeping in this monstrosity of a bed. But I also wanted to tell you about how originally I was going to save 3000$ for 63). and then use that money to cross off 101). by buying a king sized bed. Because they are too school for cool. And then I read a blog about an exhibition in the British Museum on the book of the dead which for the uninformed is an ancient Egyptian religious artefact that contains spells and other rituals to do with how they dealt with death, burial and the after life. http://morbidanatomy.blogspot.com/2010/10/journey-through-afterlife-ancient.html read about it there. So, I was all "ZOMG, ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY, PUT YOUR SHOES ON, LETS GO!". Then I remembered the British Museum is in London, which requires more effort than shoes. After much debating and changing of plans and travel partners, I am going to London with my grandmother in February. COOL. Which also means I need to save more than 3000$. I already have 2000$ because I work and get paid much more than what you'd expect. So yeah, thats my badass plan of the moment.

When I get back to civilisation I promise to blog about my dreams, the movies I've been ignoring and the books I've been reading.

MuchLove.

The Marvellous Miss A

I have this lovely friend who has been mad helpful with crossing things off my list. I'm not sure if she is aware but thanks to her, in the last month alone, I can cross one off and reduce another to 2/5.

Firstly, she turned 19. I couldn't make it to her birthday gathering party thing because of work so I made her a ridiculous cake 2 days later, for 47). but mostly for the fact that she deserves fancy cake. T and I made cookie monster :) He started to melt though, the fucker. The top pic is the one we made, the one underneath is what he was meant to look like. I say A+ for effort.

I thought 58). Sell a piece of jewellery I have made would include making a huge amount and then having a stall at some market, most likely losing money in the process. But it was A's Mum's birthday and I made some earrings and A paid me altogether too much for them. So yes, crossing it off :) I'm still going with the stall thing though, I have 4 months off uni to sit and make stuff and plan. It'll be sweet.

So thanky my lovely friend, A.

MuchLove.

life's no fun without a good scare

haha, yeah, so frantic blogging time is actually code for get distracted, go to L's and watch movies to celebrate his birthday... woops. Twas fun though. I'm most appreciative of A's amazing driving skills.

And now I have photos of me with no pants, looking quite albino. Actually no, first I have a pic of Zatanna to prove that she does actually exist and that I looked EXACTLY like her, bar the blondness. That and the fact that my shirt completed its purpose of covering my tits.

Our lovely posse, A as Little Dead Riding Hood, Myself as Zatanna, D as the family butcher, Lack of Letter'd friend as a pirate, L as an emo, or Pablo Trinity something-about-a-dragon.

A and I in D's backyard.

D's mum is adorable. She ran around the whole night, dancing the thriller dance for everyone, calling us party poopers and not letting A and I leave until we danced with her. She made the most amazing food too, I had the most adorable ghost cupcake, I felt guilty eating it. I played guitar hero for the first time ever! I'm somewhat crap at it, but it's the most fun. And then we went to L's place and played GTA and I drove a train through the sky because I'm just awesome that way. Neat. And now I get to cross off 17). Go to a halloween party dressed up.

MuchLove.

neglected?

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Yeah, aka last day of the month. That, combined with the fact that I just finished uni means frantic blogging time. I am the most cool.

But seriously, I don't have to go to uni for 2 weeks! and then after that, 3.5 months! muchos happy about that. The last two assignments that were due last week were terrible. I literally finished them on the train to uni. I'm not expecting super shiny marks there. My illustration assignment on the other hand was pretty bad ass so I want good marks for that. You can see it here: http://happy-froggie.deviantart.com/art/poster-for-illustration-183839389. The sizing isn't the greatest, but if you click on it, it gets a bit bigger and if I feel like uploading all 26 individual sketches in the near future they'll be up there too, so you can read it a bit better. The last assignment is creating a typography primer. It should be lovely. It's not a hard assignment and I can easily get the marks if I don't procrastinate too much. And just because I can, I'm going to note here that my teacher for this class said I had good taste in design. FUCK YES, I'M AWESOME.

In other news, I went to a halloween party last night at D's. His Mum is freaking hilarious. The night started without pants and ended with me flying a train through the sky. That pretty much sums up how epic it was. I was quite sleepy though, which is unfortunate. I will post more about this later when I have pics, which I need to acquire from others. If you're dying of anticipation and confusion as to why I had no pants on though, it's because I dressed up as Zatanna. Who no one has heard of, but she does actually exist and I looked exactly like her, so nerr.

WHAT ELSE? I can see my floor again. I cleaned. Well, I cleaned a bit, got bored, and decided to blog instead. What I really want to do is go downstairs, have some tea and one of these cookie things I bought myself, but I really don't want to share my cookie things, and I can't work out a way around this yet. So here I am, sharing my slight conundrum with you.

MuchLove.

about that...

HOLY CRAP. It's been weeks. Apologies. One mild mental breakdown and several list items later, I'm back! But not really. I'm procrastinating. It's the last week of uni for me so I have 3 massive assignments due, 2 of which I haven't really started. And I felt the need to tell you about them, rather than actually complete them. I do recognise this logic is severely flawed, but whatever. COOL.

I MISS EVERYONE. I turned into the biggest hermit, leaving the house only for uni and work. I've had some awesome coincidence catch ups but they were short lived and kind of made me miss them more.

I haven't blogged my dreams for last month because I don't have any to share. I don't think the reoccurring semi nightmare of being at work for more hours than necessary counts. But this month I've had some crazies. So something to look forward to there.

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHARE!! But not share all of the info because I want it to be a surprise, so don't get pissed, BUT I have the most amazing halloween outfit ever. I'm so frikin pumped. Partly because I get to cross something off my list but mostly because it's the only time of year you can wear your underwear in public and not get arrested.

I'm going to go finish an assignment now.

MuchLove.

hop to

I finally took happy froggy to the bank. His guts of 20c were all up 108$. This is the first 108 of 3000 for 63). so that I can purchase a king bed instead for 101). But yes! I took Munchkin to the bank with me, we made a ridiculous amount of noise at the coin machine and then had an overly friendly chat with the bank lady ( she's always miles too happy. I don't understand ). This pic is from a while ago actually. So there were even more coins than in this pic. Last time I took them out to count T was here and happy froggy split his other seam. More glue will be necessary if I'm going to fill him again. As much as T is great with sticky tape, I think glue would be more satisfactory. Actually, speaking of refilling him, should I stick with 20c or should I change?? Your opinion would be most helpful. COOL. Happy October everyone :) I'm officially 19 now, by the way.

MuchLove.

day in the life of

I got rejected for the amazing apartment with the red wall and air-conditioning and balcony and hilarious laundry. By text message, no less. Such a bitch. I quite liked that place. I was full conscientious and what-not about it too. 13 years of getting it written on report cards and how does it help? IT DOESN'T. I got a freaking job, what more could they want? Seriously though, what do I have to do? I want to live in Kingswood. It shouldn't be this hard. On thursdays they have free dinner in the train station car park!! ( I finally figured out what the cult of plastic chairs was using as their front ).

What else?? I can now recite the alphabet backwards. Obviously, I can't demonstrate this skill over the net. But I promise this is actually a new skill of mine. I think I'm going to train up my right hand next. I bet your wondering where I got all this extra time to learn such crucial skills such as reciting the alphabet backwards, what with working and uni and sleeping!? Well you see, when you get paid handsomely for sitting on the phone for multiple hours, you don't have much to do with your hands. Or your brain. I started with pretty pictures, then moved onto the alphabet and realised I should use the time wisely and become ambidextrous. I believe it will work. Eventually.

I just finished watching season 5 of Supernatural. I felt super achieved, and then realised they've just started a new season. Which means I can't cross it off. Which makes me cranky. It ended well, too. It was all YEAH GOOD JOB!! and then no. They couldn't just let it be. So now I'm hooked on skins, finding myself speaking british because of it. It makes me feel like my childhood and teen years were muchos innocent. Which they were, unremarkably so, but I always thought that was typical. Skins makes me think not. Or that all brits are a ickle bit nuts. I haven't decided yet.

So I kind of, sort of just realised tomorrow is October, and I should therefore have a recipe for you. Since my life has been reduced to uni, work, sleep and train time I don't get to cook much. I made hamburgers for dinner earlier this month and scoffed at the idea of using hamburgers as a recipe because let's face it, it's a glorified sandwich. BUT FUCK IT.

RECIPE: [HAMBURGERS]

ingredients:

pack(?) of mince

2tbs Worcestershire sauce

1tbs tomato sauce

onion salt

pepper

egg

bread crumbs

baby spinach leaves

beetroot

cheese

damper rolls

your choice of condiments

method:

basically, chuck the meat in a bowl with the other ingredients down to bread crumbs. Mush it up, with your hands. When it's proper mixed, split it up and make it look like hamburger patties. Then cook them, until they're cooked. Obviously. If you want, you can toast your roll. Which you will, because it makes it better. Obviously, everyone likes their burgers differently, BUT if you want to make my idea of the perfect burger, you will have: bottom of roll, mayo, sweet chilli sauce, baby spinach leaves, cheese, meat, more cheese, beetroot, tomato sauce, top of roll. You may need a bigger mouth. COOL.

That was terrible. I'm so sorry.

MuchLove.

sup?

I am the proud owner of a very pretty printer/scanner/magik box. It's quite shiny. It has buttons and what not. It is the result of me going... I have almost everything I could possibly need for a flat!! EVERYTHING. Oh, wait, I don't have a printer. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I DON'T HAVE A PRINTER. I will most definitely need a printer. Let's buy a printer. Ok, done. This will probably happen more and more now that I have a job and apartments to look at. Although my big intention is to save and buy a giant bed. And then save some more and buy a car.

I'm looking at a really frikin awesome apartment this arvo. It's 2 bedroom and has a balcony and an internal laundry and air conditioning and floorboards. I'm quite excited. In fact, my entire family is excited. And I'm talking extended family. As in my grandparents and Papa are coming to look at the place with me. I'm not complaining, it means I don't have to catch the train. But it will be a little odd. Just a little.

So yes, my grandparents and uncle are currently sleeping downstairs in the spare room. Kind of dormitory style. It's the reason I'm writing this now, actually. Usually I'd have the house to myself and could just go about making myself look super duper responsible for this afternoon. But the bathroom is taken. So I'm trying to do something constructive with my time. And don't ask how my assignments are going. They're not. They're at a stand still for being so stupid. Yes, I'm blaming the assignments for their lack of being done. And on that note, I have an overdue library book. They will want my monies. Which I just spent on a shiny printer.

MuchLove.

movie #11

Only a tiny bit late... I saw The A Team with H a while back. And when I say a while back I kind of only remember it being kind of violent and ridiculous. I remember Bradley Cooper being awesome. Because he is quite awesome. Yes.

What else? They flew a tank. IN THE SKY. the fuck? Pretty much the whole movie was a "...the fuck??" moment. I want to say it was stupid but it was actually pretty funny. So basically I'm going with it's a ridiculous movie. Not a lot of it was plausible. I guess if you just give up trying to understand how and go with why it'll make sense. Sort of. Not really though.

2.5 stars. I really still can't decide if it was amazing or terrible. It really was just ridiculous. I'd probably have enjoyed it more if I understood the back story of it all. Apparently it was a heaps popular tv show or some shit. I have no idea. Maybe one day I'll be nifty enough to follow popular culture and understand what's going on in the world around me. Until then...

MuchLove.

distraction.

I'm procrastinating. I have a huge pile of clothes on my bed, so I'm forced to put them away before I go to bed. Which I really want to do but now can't because of all the clothes in my way. And instead of logically just putting them away, I'm avoiding it. Woot. There was actual reason for this...

I didn't get to go blog crazy with an excessive amount of movie tales. You may have noticed. Anyway, story is, I went to pick up munchkin from his friend's place; he gets in the car, and I see his finger covered in tissues and sticky tape. Turns out he was making pizza, was cutting salami, the knife slipped and then he wouldn't stop bleeding for 15 mins. They taped him up, he ate pizza, played video games and decided it wasn't a problem. It was still sort of bleeding 3hrs after he cut it, but in fear of freaking out Mother Dearest he didn't want to say anything. After convincing him otherwise, Mother Dearest played nurse, used her uncanny ability to guilt trip and then suddenly we're on the way to the hospital because it's still bleeding.

Hornsby hospital is kind of pretty. Papa was ridiculously embarrassing. He couldn't remember Munchkin's birthday, told the doctor how to do her job and said people don't cut themselves on purpose. This is all after my first 6 hr shift of working. Fun times. So, in the end, Munchkin got liquid skin scab stuff thing and steri strips. And probably another gnarly scar. Bitch.

And after all that I've lost my list of movies. There were only 5, I can just remember them hopefully, then write about them after I've dealt with this pile of clothes.

MuchLove.

movie #10

So I'm not going to blog about each individual movie. That would be silly. But it gets a bigger picture? Yes. Good. Basically, I admitted I'd never seen all the star wars's before in front of people who were somewhat outraged at this fact. H was outraged enough to watch them all with me and put up with my dumb questions. There were a lot of dumb questions. I tend to forget that when I'm ridiculously confused I should probably think it out a bit before speaking. But I almost completely followed along! And it's not my fault if people don't age properly and sequels and prequels are all over the place. Also, it took us a ridiculous amount of time to watch them all. I'm talking months. You try following that over several months. There's so many goddamn characters who steal each others names and can't properly die.

There were some bits where I suddenly knew exactly what was happening and who was doing what and where. Not because I'm nifty at following along, but because I'd seen it before at some point. Cousin dearest assures me he has forced me to watch them at some point, but I don't believe him in the slightest. Mostly because I have no recollection of this besides a couple of scenes being familiar.

Cool thing about having seen them all now is that I get references. There's been a bunch of t-shirts on teefury with star wars references that I never would have gotten before but now it's all OMFG THAT'S HILARIOUS. Funny moment, Papa has had this dictionary thing since school and its got a pic of this fluffy thing on the front and I always thought he was a pansy kid for having an angry teddy looking thing on his school books. It was actually an Ewok. Papa was just a star wars nut. I'm not sure that's better. In other news, Yoda is freaking awesome. I had no idea.

I don't want to give it a star value. Not for any particular reason. Just don't want to. But I have to, so 4. Dandy.

And 2.4 became loads more.

This is going to be one of those weird moments where I get ridiculously competitive for no particular reason. I'm going to blame R with his snide remarks of 'suck it', and then giving factual evidence I strongly disagree with. Also, he started some weird facebook thing where you poke them? I have no idea what the fuck is going on. But he started it. And I shall win. When I work out how. Anyhoo, the blogging thing, maybe I should start a quality over quantity argument, but instead I'm going to up my blog count and therefore win. Again. How, may you ask, am I going to boost the number of posts? Especially because I'm the laziest person I know?? MOVIES!! It's been too long. So long in fact I couldn't remember what movies I had seen. I thought I'd be really clever about it and use the cinebuzz card thing record but turns out that system is completely flawed and often gives you points for movies without titles. So then I went to the next best thing which was finding each individual ticket. I found tickets from January last year, from movies I don't remember seeing and multiple tickets from the same movie. Anyway, I now have a list of 5 movies to blog about. YES. And I also need to find a comment I made a while ago about movies because I seem to remember promising to write about star wars and something else. The former deserving some sort of recognition. Cool.

Also, I failed at going a week using only public transport. I'm going to a family birthday dinner thing tomorrow which means drive in with family. I'm not quite committed enough to just meet them there. So because I knew I'd be breaking the week ban thing I got a lift today with A, who totally can drive now, which is very exciting. And tonight I'm picking up Munchkin because I'm a freaking AMAZING sister. BTW, the car is fixed up all pretty again so I can drive and whatnot.

MuchLove.

can officially answer "where do you work?".

I'm totally a working girl now. A call girl. BAHAHA. Telemarketer. YEAH. That wasn't even funny, I'm so sorry. I'm going to be so bored of saying "I'm Em from Epilepsy Action Australia...". But it's cool! I have a job! It's exciting! Means next apartment I apply for will definitely be successful *fingers crossed*. YEP. I had training today from 12 til 8. I got to talk to multiple small children and some angry people too. And a 14 yr old who sounded older than I do. I'm exhausted and going to bed.

BTW I'm not crossing it off until I get my first pay check thing jig. Just in case.

MuchLove.

you think of a title.

I have exciting news and a silver lining!

Exciting news: I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW TOMORO! I really hope I get it. So please cross your fingers for me. Or wish me luck. Or whatever you feel will help my chances of being employed. Which isn't just a yay look I'm a mature person who attends uni and has a job and seeks an apartment, it's a list thing! YEAH! number 78). Woo. Updates will follow...

And the silver lining is.... I can do 81). Use only public transport for a week, this week as my mother's car is now being repaired. Which means that job will definitely come in handy, 1450$ is excessive, I believe. So as much as it's a yay for finding a silver lining I can't quite find one for my mother. She just gets to go a week without her car. Not nearly as fun.

You know what? this is completely unrelated to anything exciting or what not but RUBIX CUBES ARE STALKING ME. Or something. There was a woman on the train with a rubix looking handbag which was actually just annoying. And then there was a rubix cube keyring. ALL IN ONE DAY. I need me a rubix cube. My birthday is in less than a month, someone please buy me a rubix cube. It's actually list related, 37). Yep.

MuchLove.

marvellous.

Try again. I tried to copy and paste and then everything went to shit. Never mind. I HAVE EXCITING STORIES TO SHARE!!

Firstly, is the adventure I hinted at earlier about crossing something off my list. I can cross off 10). Visit a museum for a specific exhibit because I went to the Museum of Human Diseases. YEAH!! It was really quite amazing with livers the size of my chest cavity and kidneys smaller than walnuts and oesophagus's and bits of skull and blue lungs and loads of other bits of body. This was all at R's uni so we met up and had lunch and he showed me all the marvels of a real uni ( people and buildings and food courts and libraries 7 stories tall ) before getting mildly confused at an empty window and locked door that was the museum. After stopping R from using the emergency phone, some lady appeared out of no where, took our bags and then let us in. We weren't allowed to take pics :( They had some mad infrared mp3 thing that we didn't use but was cool all the same. The bay things were set out in the most odd fashion which triggered R and I's OCD something chronic. BUT THERE WERE BRAINS AND FUSED SPINES AND GANGRENOUS FEET. So much awesome. If you care to read all about this adventure from R's POV: http://myhandisonfire.blogspot.com/2010/09/adventure-ii.html. His blog is actually quite awesome, and you should most definitely read it. All of it. And then encourage him to blog more often because it entertains me when I'm bored.

And second bit of awesome news is that I have now completed two thirds of list item 73). Drastically change my hair 3 times. Technically I picked 3 times so I'd be forced to change my hair at least once a year. I forgot how much I thoroughly enjoy changing my hair. I got ditched repetitively by T, my marvellous stylist, so my hair that was meant to be a welcome to spring is now a 'oh, hey spring, didn't notice you until now' or something. Totally makes sense, this weather is barely spring anyway. So, yes, predictably I forgot to take a before shot. Again. I have a pic from mid July which is close enough, right? GOOD.

Yes. Notice the generally red-brown-ness and lack of fringe. After half a day of being upside down in the bath tub, numerous chemicals and cursing my marvellous stylist for not being confident enough, I now look like this:

YEAH. I just realised I now look about 5 yrs younger. Which is a bit of a shame. BUT IM BLONDE! I've never gone blonde before. Practically every other colour, and blonde streaks but not fully blonde. I think V's comment of "You're going to look albino!!" freaked me out the most, but I'm happy with it :) Most people who have seen it so far says it suits me. YAY.

k. That is all.

MuchLove.

dreaming of screaming

DREAMS FOR AUGUST FOR 92).:

1). I finally got to sleep, realised I was dreaming and woke up again. I'd just watched inception and it well and truly fucked with my mind. And sleeping patterns. I'm just grateful it was only one night.

2). I was at a house party with three friends from uni. One of them sung a song of rejection to the guy ( who took it badly ) and then stormed out. The other chick had no idea what was going on. I was quite sympathetic for the guy who got rejected in song. We then walked the oblivious chick to the train station. When we got back, his friends had turned up so we decided to go swimming. We all jumped in the pool. The guy's parents showed up and suddenly the pool didn't have water in it anymore.

>> This is because I'm witnessing some messed up love triangle thing that none of them know they're included in, but I know because one of them likes to talk a lot and I'm exceptionally observant when it comes to these things. The two chicks leaving and us just having a pool party is basically how I want the whole situation to turn out - they can rack off and be annoying and touchy feely somewhere else and I shall party with the one who isn't annoying. GREAT PLAN. I'd also very much like to go swimming again soon.

3). I had an awesome apartment with roof access. I went up on the roof for a smoke and Papa followed me and stole my cigarettes. I thought this was hilarious because he thought that would make me quit but I knew I could just buy more. Then I went back to my giant bed which I was sharing with a bunch of friends.

>> These smoking dreams are getting creepy. And I really do want a giant bed to share with a bunch of friends. TO SLEEP. ONLY. GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER. ahem. Mother Dearest had a dream the same night I had this, that I wish to share. I was pregnant and flustered because I had no way of getting to the abortion clinic. She kept asking me if I wanted to talk about it and I kept incredulously telling her she just had to get me there, and that I didn't need to talk about it. I laughed when she told me, because it's ridiculously accurate. I would probably get someone other than my mother to take me though...

4). I was at the airport with Munchkin. It's completely empty and sterile clean. Creepy squeaky clean. Mother Dearest and Papa are at the security checkpoint. I put two bags of mini m'n'm's on the conveyor belt. Mother Dearest tells me I have to open them before they get x-rayed. Munchkin starts laughing at me. I open the first bag and try and hold the m'n'm's in the bag and put it through the x-ray. I then snap at Munchkin to do the second bag which shuts him up.

>> I love snooze dreams. The 5 min ones between the alarms are the most ridiculous, second only to drunk dreams. I have no idea what this means in the slightest. Maybe I should get me some m'n'm's.

5). I was in a dodgy ice cream store with T. He was taking forever to eat and I was so bored so I was lying on the chair with my feet over the back of it and my head near the ground. There was a man half in the wall eating the ice cream in the painting. The other end of the store had some drunks who were smoking. The boss came out and I righted myself in the chair. He yelled at his employees and then left for the night. There was two balls of ice-cream somehow joined together and on fire that was thrown down the street. Everyone ran for it. A cop car came screeching past and yelled "HOLY BALLS" and I realised I was in England. I ran off in the opposite direction, giggling to myself. I found a giant box on top of a car and pushed it off onto the road. I found this hilarious and did it 6 more times. I get back to my house and find my dad had gotten me a bionicle. I steal it and jump onto my bed and try to shut the gate but it breaks off in my hands and I'm left lying on my back with two bits of fence in absolute stitches.

>> I woke up laughing. I haven't done that in a while. I don't really get most of it. I get the waiting for T. I get the rebellious running through the streets. Everything else I draw a blank. I like that I had a giant bed in two dreams in one month. I will get me a giant bed. I have decided.

Well that was fun. I know the first doesn't really count but I felt the need to include it. Twas most frustrating. I've been lazy with writing dreams down but I really just haven't had the time. It's all travel, uni, travel, eat, sleep. repeat. Which is lame. In other news, I applied for a job. fingers crossed. And even more news, I get to cross something off my list. I shall write about it tomorrow. Or later. SUSPENSE. right? sorry.

MuchLove.

sugar makes things better.

Well, sugar did make things better, but only temporarily. Which is downright depressing. SPRING TOMORROW SPRING TOMORROW SPRING TOMORROW. That has got me through the day without throwing objects at peoples faces or launching myself off of heights. Which was sorely tempting. Especially 20 mins ago when Jasper had a shit fit and refused to co-operate. Could have something to do with the fact that I hadn't actually turned off the computer for several months... Anyhoo, next month is going to be much much better. Mostly because it would be hard to be worse than this month. Bitching wasn't the point of this blog. I have a recipe I wish to share. You see though, the recipe is downstairs. And I am currently upstairs. This state is not going to change, mostly because I'm too lazy to find pants so I can go downstairs. TMI. So yeah, winging it.

RECIPE: [LEMON BUTTER TEACAKES]

ingredients:

60g softened butter

1/2cup sugar

1 egg

2tsp vanilla essence

1cup self raising flour

1/3cup milk

3tbs lemon butter

method:

preheat oven to 180. Line 10 muffin cases with muffin cups.

combine butter, sugar, egg and vanilla essence.

Add half the flour, then half the milk, then rest of flour, rest of milk with lemon butter.

mix it until it's... mixed.

spoon into cases, shove it in the oven for about 15ish mins.

if you like extra sugar, melt 10g of butter and mix with a tsp of sugar and brush onto the tops of muffins straight after taking them out of the oven.

if you don't like extra sugar, there is something wrong with you, and we can't associate.

Sorry this is winged. It's probably missing some crucial ingredient. I'll check it later, promise. But for now it is most definitely nap time. SPRING TOMORROW. Oh god, I almost forgot! I have a pic for once!! YEAH!! ok, it's not that great, but A+ for effort, aye?

MuchLove.

35). Go on a first aid course

Today I learnt how to save lives! I'm so ridiculously tired I considered just posting that and being done with it. I'm nicer than that. I also have this weird case of OCD where it would bother me to no end, rendering sleep impossible and therefore defeating the purpose of finishing early. I'm going to stop rambling. I went with two friends who really should have letters but... don't. Anyhoo. We had to do an online thing first. And then today we watched movies with tiny octopus and massive burns, gave CPR to dummies who's chests' click and got bandaged up multiple times. And I get a certificate saying I can officially save lives. Hopefully this will make me super hirable and everyone will love me and give me money. I can dream.

I am aware that the new month starts impossibly soon. I have not yet tried a new recipe. I considered saying oh look it's not the exact same teriyaki chicken because I used veal instead! YEAH? nah. I'll get up darn early and make cake.

I'm going to go collapse now.

MuchLove.

82). Go a month without jewellery

Bout that time, yeah? Frantic end of month blogging again, I know. But I've been trying to do this for much too long. First of all, in all honesty, I couldn't. For ages I couldn't take pics of the metal I carry around for aesthetic purposes due to my distinct lack of camera. T stole my camera that I stole from him. So I stole his fandangle camera ( actually I stole it for homework reasons ) but it turns out T sold the bit that lets the fancy camera takes close ups, so in all it's fandangleness, it was actually useless ( not for the homework bit though ). So I used my phone. It actually worked quite well. If you're thinking to yourself 'now wait a minute, haven't you had your phone the whole entire time, rendering that story pointless?', I say a) learn to appreciate a story, goddamnit. and b) You now better understand how hard I tried for fancy pictures to rival those of a jewellery store catalogue. In other news, these arn't in any particular order. Nor are they for sale. Enjoy.

This bracelet ( above ) was an 18th present from 6 of the most important people in my life, each charm representing one of them. Clockwise from the lizard being K, E is the elephant, M is the butterfly, C is the walrus, T is the dream catcher, A is the spider.

This charm is actually a clock. It's sneaky and useful, but unfortunately small children seem to like it quite a lot. When I'm not wearing this around my neck it's the key or the spider named Cody.

Charm bracelet alternate.

This is Thomas. He had a brother named Bradley, but Bradley went missing a while back. I got them from B for my 16th.

This was my aunts'. I wear it on my right rude finger to remind me there are people who are worse off than I am.

Key charm. Honestly, I've only started wearing it since the month was over. And it's already turning orange. But I do quite like it. I'm considering spray painting it bright red.

This I've been wearing the longest. I started wearing it on my left pinky finger in yr 10 to remind me to not always put others before myself. My pinky finger is now slightly weird but that's beside the point.

THE END! As you can see, I wear silver. Not having my rings on was the most challenging. I felt oddly naked and occasionally had panic attacks, thinking I'd lost them. It was immensely boring not changing my earrings. I got cranky at myself, thinking this was the stupidest thing on my list ( it's not. 77 and 83 are miles more stupid ). I wouldn't want to do it again. So yeah, go me, completed a personal difficulty without it ending in straight jackets and padded walls? cool.

MuchLove.

BORED.

It's 4.17 and I'm still at uni. For another 2ish hours. MAD FUN. Not really. She won't start the class because hardly anyone has bothered to show up. EVERYONE SHOULD BLOG MORE SO I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO DURING THIS BORING TIME OF MY LIFE. please?

kthanksbye.

MuchLove.

book #10

So first off the numbers are so ridiculously wrong. The last one was 16ish books in one post minus the ones I already wrote about. Also, the drop down, you've already written this, helpful thing said #7 and then #9. So either the computer is fucking up or I've fucked up. I prefer to blame the computer.

Secondly, this actually about three books, just to confuse you further. I know it's a pic of one book but it's the Evernight series, right? named after the first book. So three books. Evernight, Stargazer and Hourglass. By Claudia Grey. Grandmother dearest bought me the third one so I felt compelled to read them all again.

The first reading is SO MUCH BETTER. Especially in the first one, about half way through you feel the need to actually yell WTF??!?!?!?! YOU TOTALLY GOT ME. But in the second reading you're like... I'm such an idiot for not realising. How did I not see that? Fuck. This is technically at least my third reading of the first one, but besides the point.

This series actually shits me. The guy and the girl are hopelessly in love, living in completely separate worlds but determined to make it work. ERGH. In my opinion relationships are made out of convenience in most circumstances. You're not going to go out of your way to date someone who wants to murder you're parents. Long distance at that. Did I mention that I'm really not a romantic??

There's another book, to be released next year. The third book was a slight cliff hanger but I was too busy yelling internally "FUCKING WHAT?? THATS ACTUALLY BEYOND STUPID. WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THAT?". So yeah. Great series. Nah, I just hate the direction it took. And the main character's sappiness. Which is another way of saying I just hate the main character and the story line. Hmph.

Ok. The HOLY SHIT I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING writing style. That I am quite a fan of. I am slightly convinced that I might be the only one who didn't see it though. Which is sad but there you go. I'm going to stop repeating myself now.

3 1/2 stars! yeah cool. I'm reading Harry Potter now. It's still pretty awesome, the 50th-ish time. I got called Harry on the train by some lads who hit on me and then tried to convince me to read the sports news in the paper instead. They said some other terrifying stuff but it shouldn't really be repeated. Ever. Oh, the exciting life I lead...

PS technically the author has some other name. Claudia Grey isn't her real name. My question is: If you went to the effort of putting a fake name on the cover of your book, would you tell everyone your real name at the end of the book? I'd think not.

MuchLove

book #9

So remember all that time ago, when I was gushing about how much I loved Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake series?? Well I've finished them now. I think. It's mildly confusing as the author refuses to stop. So I might have to read more in the future. But for now, I don't. Which I'm actually grateful for. They ended up getting mildly repetitive and predictable. Each book was porn and violence with a lack of story line. It got frustrating after a while. Probably not one to recommend to young readers.

Also, the main character has this hang up with morality I couldn't relate to in the slightest. She runs around killing vampires, helping police with brutal murders and sleeps with about 12 different guys at once and then bitches a lot. We get that you have a conscience. I don't really care. Move on. I guess people with some sort of moral high ground would end up hating Anita if the author didn't include the "I may be a slutty murderer but I do it for the good of human-kind. Amen" bit.

WHAT ELSE?? the whole zombie bit got ignored SO much. I liked that bit. It seemed the bits I liked got brushed over a bit. LAME. OH!! the other thing that shits me about this series is that she's this kick ass character who can actually run and jump without passing out. WHY CAN'T I DO THAT?? Well technically I know the answer to that, so my real question is WHY CAN'T I WAKE UP TOMORROW WITH THOSE SKILLS?? please? Promise I'll bitch less than Anita did.

There was one book in particular which was the most terrible. I can't remember what the title was, but basically the whole story line was based on this awkward coincidence. It was really odd. I was expecting a 'jk, we actually did it on purpose, coincidences like that are SO ridiculous'. It didn't happen. And then my fav was... not sure actually. Maybe the last one? The ones without Richard in it. He is the most annoying character in the history of characters ever. SO GODDAMN ANNOYING. He just rocks up and fucks everything up. Not even exaggerating. All the other characters seem to grow. HE GETS WORSE.

I've probably complained enough now. 3 1/2 stars. It had redeeming factors. Like the first 6 books.

MuchLove.

Nothing but good times

So... last update was kind of short and un-list related. Which should mean that this update is long and lovely and VERY list related. But it's not going to be. HA! Yeah. I showed you. Not really. This is going to be a rant.

Starting with an odd question: Have you ever spent money to make you feel better about the fact that you will need to spend money?? No, I wouldn't think so. It seems like a dumb thing to do. I mean, it's probably what you'd expect of me now. Oh, it's Em, she's so dumb she reverses into poles and thinks 'retail therapy' is actually therapeutic. IT'S NOT. I do have pretty clothes now. And don't forget the shoes. But in no way am I feeling any better about the fact that I need to pay 1450$ to fix my poor mother's car. And lets not forget the 200$ for the sound system I broke when I had a party when my parents left me to look after the house. Woops.

Speaking of my incredible run of bad luck... FUCK YOU KARMA. What the hell did I do? I'm an amazing person. Not really, but I don't eat babies or burn forests down. Surely that's enough. I don't deserve this terrible bad luck. For the record I'm not a firm believer in Karma or any other belief system really. I just like being able to blame something when things go terribly wrong. Like at the moment. The ground won't swallow me and I'm getting bored of asking nicely.

I'm going to the bottle shop soon. I'm not a drunk. Promise. This will make me sound like a drunk. I'm going to tell you anyway. I couldn't get drunk this week to chillax, forget my troubles, etc. Hence the retail 'therapy'. I much pefer being on the kitchen floor, giggling about nothing and then passing out on a couch. This saturday D is being awesome and giving me an opportunity to get my drink on. Which will make things temporarily better. SO MUCH A DRUNK. Tragic. The worst thing is, when I'm drunk, all my secrets are merely conversational facts. And I'm such a light weight. Why won't the ground swallow me already?!

After the bottle shop, I'm going to uni. To pretend to be a shark. Or at least the sharks environment. My life is nothing but good times.

MuchLove.

woops.

Yesterday I drove to Penrith. I went a mildly complicated way to avoid tolls. Got lost only once. Then I got paid for eating chocolate. It was really good chocolate too. And then I went to a bunch of real estates. I'm looking at another unit in Kingswood tomorrow, hopefully. And oh yeah. I CRASHED MY MOTHERS CAR. AGAIN. Reversed into a pole. I should probably stop saying I'm an amazing driver. I'm obviously shit. Hmph.

MuchLove.

snack time

See look? I'm being a responsible blogger again :) Be proud. And just ignore the fact that I didn't blog anything I said I would ever for the last month-ish. I feel mildly bad about that. But I'm in an update-online-me mood so you get to hear the recipe from last month. I'm making it again on monday. That's how goddamn amazing it was. In respect of honesty, I'm admitting the fact that I was quite tipsy at the time. So I wouldn't hold it against you if you didn't try the recipe until monday, after which I can give you a sober response to just how delicious this recipe is. But after that you have no excuses for not trying it.

RECIPE: [SWEET POTATO, BACON AND SPINACH BAKE]

ingredients:

1kg sweet potato ( peeled and chopped )

2tsp olive oil

175g rindless bacon rashers, roughly chopped

50g butter

pinch ground nutmeg

100g baby spinach leaves

salt and pepper

1cup grated mozzarella

method:

Preheat oven to 180. Grease a baking dish. Place sweet potato in saucepan, cover with water and bring to the boil over medium-high heat.

Reduce heat and cook for 10mins or until just tender.

Meanwhile, heat oil in frying pan over medium heat. Cook bacon, stirring occasionally, for 5mins or until crisp. Drain on paper towel, set aside.

Drain sweet potato and return to pan. Add butter and nutmeg and mash until smooth.

Stir through spinach and bacon. Season with salt and pepper. Spoon into prepared dish.

Cover it with cheese, then bake it for 20mins or until cheese is melted.

So we added paprika and some other stuff when cooking the bacon and probably pulled it out of the oven early because of extreme hunger. You get the idea. I would kill for a cooktop with options like medium and high and medium-low. It would be so much more convenient that numbers up to 9. WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN??? And the recipe kept calling 'sweet potato', which is obviously the correct word, 'kumara'. What is this nonsense? Spell check agrees with me.

MuchLove.

who can decide what they dream?

DREAMS FOR JULY FOR 92).:

1). We went on a family trip to the snow. Munchkin wanted to go tobogganing, but the toboggans were more like dodgem cars. They were being driven by penguins. The penguins wouldn't let us have a turn. I found the guy who was in charge. Everyone was scared of him. I told him to give us a turn but he just laughed at me so I pushed his eyes into his head with my thumbs. It didn't phase him so I pinched his collar bones and twisted until they snapped.

>> So that was oddly violent. Usually I'm piss weak in my dreams. Yay for the change. I appreciate it. I'm not sure breaking a guy's clavicle will help in most situations though. I don't really grasp the significance of penguins and snow and whatnot. Maybe I should go to the snow! or not. I was probably just cold.

2). It was Mother Dearest's birthday party and Mother Dearest was freaking out. She didn't think we could cook enough pancakes and potatoes for everyone, and should therefore just cancel the party. T and I were saying we could cook some in his aunt's house but suddenly the party has started and we were at a bar. A guy from school was there telling everyone about his list. I was getting pissed off because his list was crap and had silly things on it.

>> I love list dreams. Makes me feel like it's not some weird superficial unachievable thing. Mother Dearest didn't have pancakes or potatoes at her actual party so everything was fine. She does get a bit frantic with cleaning and cooking and whatnot for every party gathering of family.

3). I was running late to an event at uni. I had someone else's tickets and I couldn't find this person to give them their tickets. My old maths teacher was there and wished me luck. I got to the ticket booth and they wanted me to pay 50$ to take a maths test I hadn't studied for. I stormed off, found some people I knew and went down to the wharf. Everyone was asleep on the ground in a protest because there wasn't any water.

>> Funny how thirst translates into dreams. Also, I kind of sort of miss doing maths. SHHHH. Not that much. It's just so clear cut and what I'm doing now is kind of wishy washy when it comes to right and wrong answers.

4). It was the day of camp, but I had no time to pack so I got T to pack some things for me and met him on the bus. He forgot to pack me any shirts so I was wearing my hoodie over swimmers ( and jeans ). We got there and everyone rushed to get a good campsite. I got really lost and then found a chick I knew from the coast. She had her car, so we drove around trying to find where to go. The roads were so tiny her car only just fit. We got to a market and started talking to a lady. She was talking about currency but I was really confused so I stole some food from her stall. She chased after me. I found a lady who owned a farm who told me how everything worked. Across the lake a circus rolled in, with fireworks going off.

>> I only ever went on one school camp. And it was messed up. It wasn't really good or bad per se, let's just stick with memorable. So I've always been kinda keen on going on another camp to see if it was just that one or all camps are that weird. T wouldn't actually forget shirts. That's silly.

5). It was the first day back at uni and I was driving this massive black SUV thing. Uni looked like it had been deserted for several years. I went exploring on some rock cliff face thing and almost fell off. I met up with Munchkin and his friend kissed me. I caught a bus back home alone. People kept singing on the bus. There was one girl sitting behind and opposite me who was singing really loudly so I turned around and coughed in her face and said "yeah, I'm not even going to be subtle about it, shut the fuck up". She was then really scared of me. I got off the bus at a deserted train station. There was a big guy there who was being a creep so I hit him over the head with a board that lit up and had cat in the hat on it. That's when I noticed the tattoo of the map on his neck, and started to be nice to him instead. I took the bit of broken board with cat in the hat on it to a tiny tv room where R was. He was playing video games and didn't care about cat in the hat.

>> I do quite love cat in the hat. They tried to make a tv show with puppets and it fails epically. Which is probably what prompted this. Like I said, appreciate being able to be violent. Munchkin's friend kissing me made me feel dirty. I did not enjoy that. I don't understand why I dreamed that at all. There's always annoying people on public transport. I just tend to tell them where to stick it more these days.

6). T and I were crossing the road when some old lady started yelling at us. I ignored the fact she was yelling and asked her questions about her shopping trolley. She was riding in it and it somehow still went forward. We got to my apartment where everyone was waiting. We were celebrating the fact that I got the apartment and my up-coming wedding. Little cousins gave me a mouse and a hamster but no where to put them. It wasn't a problem until I wanted to eat. I went to the bathroom to keep them in the bath but the bath had a giant hole in it, filled with water. I didn't want the mouse and hamster to drown so I didn't put them in.

>> I don't understand. Was I marrying my apartment? My future partner wasn't there. Well, he wasn't helping me find a spot for the animals so either he wasn't there or he was completely useless. I really want to know what the trolley was all about.

So... R guilt tripped me. And it actually worked. So this is me blogging dreams and making an effort considering it's already the 9th. Woops. My camera, which was found, is temporarily out of my care, so as much as I want to show you my jewellery, I can't. Soon friends, soon.

MuchLove.

let down

So I didn't get the apartment. MASSIVE LET DOWN. I haven't let myself get my hopes up that much in SOOOOO long I crashed a bit. Crashed and burned. So instead of updating my blog, I'm going out and getting shit wrecked. It's gonna be awesome. I shall go back to being the responsible blogger later.

I GET TO PUT MY RINGS BACK ON TOMORROW. FUCKIN AYE!

MuchLove

stop. breathe.

So I just had a 'shit, shit, it's the first really soon and I haven't blogged AT ALL' moment. Let me just say that having a house to yourself doesn't give you more time. IT STEALS IT. Suddenly there is no time for anything. Ever.

It could be the fact that I'm back at uni. Yeah, that might be it. My timetable is a literal kick in the teeth. I hate it so much. 5 day week, four of those days are only for an hour. Which means about 5ish hours of travelling for an hour of uni. ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT. I'm reading lots again though. See? I found a positive! You proud of me?

So crappy timetable reaction went as so: Well, this is just fucked up. TEA? tea. *drinks tea and muses over ways to fix timetable that doesn't involve killing someone for their timetable*. Logs onto HomeHound and finds.... THE MOSTEST AMAZING FLAT EVER. -several days later- drives to Kingswood. Falls in love with apartment EVEN MORE. Mild freak-out and application is logged. YES. -present moment- still awaiting reply. If they let you rent places according to how much you want to live there THEY'D GIVE ME THREE OF THE SAME PLACE. So ridiculously keen. So much so, I can ignore the fact that a). if I don't get stabbed I'll turn into a bogan and b). I'm committing social suicide. I will keep you updated!

And I'm going to party the next two nights so I really need to blog on saturday? FARK. Why can't I be more organised? I made delicious food with K and T. I can blog about that. And all the movies I still haven't blogged about. I've decided after the ones I said I would blog about, it'll be just ones I see at the movies. COOL??

MuchLove.

Goth Markets

So I'm going to back track a little here. I went to some markets last ( ? ) weekend and they were quite cute and I bought pretty stuff. Which I'm going to now share with you, which is only possible because my phone is amazing and has a semi decent camera. Yay. It's annoying to work bluetooth and whatnot to get them though.

TOTALLY WORKED IT OUT FRIENDS!

Spiders and coffins :) how much awesome?? SO MUCH. I can't wear them yet. SAD FACE. I don't know why I did this no jewellery thing. I've decided to blog all about it at the end of the month ( who knows, I may have found my camera by then! here's hoping ). I also bought myself an underbust corset. It's beautiful but a bitch to get on. Cool. Yeah. I'd tell you the story of the whole day but it's pretty boring, really, and it seems so long ago I can't remember if it was last weekend or not so details were going to be hazy anyway. Cliff notes version: met R and C, trained it, found it, shopped, met A and friend, got EXTREME hungry, giggled at the 'man skirt', ate subway, train home.

MuchLove.

Happy Birthday E !

So my darling girl E turned 19 yesterday, and to celebrate I made her a fabulous cake :) T helped me decorate. That's one of five for 47). It's a choc-orange nut cake with milk chocolate leaves around the edges.

Don't get excited. I did not find my camera. I borrowed Munchkins. Honestly, I havn't looked that hard, but it usually turns up sooner.

Yeah. I had a few slight hiccups. Like the cake tin leaking, making cake poo in the bottom of the oven, T trying to write happy birthday with icing shoved in a zip lock bag ( he re-did it three times ) and arguments over how many chocolate leaves we had to make. You should definitely try leaf picking some time soon, it's loads of fun.

MuchLove.

12). Go on a roadtrip

I know! I'm sorry. /excuses and other crap. T and I went on a road trip to the central coast. Originally we were going to leave at 6 in the morning for some weird reason I can't remember. So I woke up really goddamn early to go road trippin' but then cranky morning me said fuck it and rolled over and went back to sleep. So come 8.30 we started road trip all the way around the block. That's how thrillingly awesome we are. Nah, his aunt is on hols so we stole her coffee, I ate pizza and T fed the dog.

And then we actually started driving. Crazy, I know. Full what blasting mix cds and singing along. The yellow dinosaur looked like it should glow in the dark. Hit central coast and they've changed EVERYTHING. Well not really, they just changed the road leading from freeway to old neighbourhood. Looked at my old house, considered visiting ( not breaking in per se, just looking around ) but there was a car out front and a window open. And I'm lazy. Then went to After School Care. It's looking pretty run down. AND THEY PUT A BUILDING IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FOTHERMUCKING FIELD. Community centre thing. I used to run around there completely feral, it was awesome. Lighting fires and being a bitch and pretending to be psychic. So much fun. No. Giant building instead. And then we ran away, drove past my primary school. There were extra buildings where the graveyard jungle used to be and giant half wall fence thing.

We visited where T used to live. Which doesn't even have a house anymore. Just land for sale. The pool was even filled in. Ooh, pic. Only proof I have of our adventure. Taken on my phone, btw. Totes impressed with it's amazingness. Be amazed with me.

There's a lake behind us. There were pelicans. It was so ridiculously freezing. My foot just went to sleep and pins and needles and I can't function. ARGH. Ok, better. Sorry, that was completely unrelated. Onwards.

By this stage I was starving because cold pizza and coffee isn't very good for hunger. So we went to where T used to work and had fancy breakfast. And I should have blogged about this earlier so it wouldn't be such an effort to remember everything. We went to this place called Magenta something. Houses out of no where! There used to be just some trees, a walking track maybe and a tip. And now there is a giant golf course and houses and roads and other stuff. NUTS.

We visited his grandfather who thought T was T's uncle. We visited T's friend who is VERY pregnant. T had a freak out. We bought a heater for T's grandfather, took his old heater, gave it to pregnant friend. And T also bought her a vacuum cleaner. Made sense if you were there. Then I drove and there are too many round abouts and T's car is too big and it was mildly terrifying. But we all survived.

And then the roads disappeared and it was dirt and tree stumps and rocks. We visited T's fake grandfather in the middle of no where. Part of me was convinced T had befriended me just for this moment where I'd trust him to drive me to this hole in the ground and then skin me alive or some shit. Wait, I drove myself to my own doom. Weird. Anyway, his fake grandfather is hilarious. There were geese and a giant dog and a crazy family and then other people stopped by and it was all a bit FARK, WHAT'S GOING ON but fun all the same. Fake grandfather has a tat of an eye on the top of his head. R suggested it was because he was in a cult but T assures me it was for a bet. A 'I bet you wouldn't get a tat of an eye on your head' bet.

And then we drove back to Sydney. I have no strong desire to go back to the coast any time soon. No offence, central coast but you scare me. High five for completing a road trip. YEAH.

from silent dreams we never wake

DREAMS FOR JUNE FOR 92).:

1). I was sitting in a chair with a bunch of other people. The chairs were all lined up and spaced evenly, 2 on each side of an aisle. We were all waiting to get on a space ship. We had to attach stickers to a page, and we were running late. Xander, from Buffy, was there, but he wasn't on the role. The screechy art teacher from high school was in charge. One of my uni friends wanted to take a soft toy with her, to flank her. My friends were worrying about the fact my back hurt, telling me to get it checked out but there was no time.

>> yay, space travel? I DON'T KNOW. K's bf says all dreams are wishes, but I reckon he might change his opinion if he heard half my dreams. But space travel isn't that crazy. I wouldn't mind living in a space ship for a while. I should watch Buffy more and I guess my uni friend might actually say that.

2). I was trying to analyse No Doubt lyrics but was getting hysterical because I couldn't remember the words. Mother dearest was getting cranky and told me to ask Dad.

>> H saved me from this dream. Part of me cursed him to hell for waking me but most of me is glad I didn't get to find out where that was going. I don't even listen to No Doubt.

3). I was going to the movies but the parking lot was the uni parking lot. H was driving us there in a giant car. We went into the cinema and my cousins were there but they ran away. My two uncles who currently live overseas, in different countries, were telling us to be quiet so they could watch the movie. I went outside and sat with Mother Dearest and someone. The someone and I were smoking. Mother Dearest hadn't noticed, until L came over and pointed it out. Then Mother Dearest got really mad.

>> This was straight after rolling over and deciding to dream of something better than No Doubt lyrics. H driving is me not wanting to drive anymore. NO MORE DRIVING. I will kill someone. It's a matter of 'when' not 'if'. I must have been convinced Mother Dearest was mad at me over something. I don't really miss my cousins and uncles, except for James. But thats more of a worry he'll kill himself or impregnate someone unless I somehow personally stop it 'miss'. So I don't get that. And I'm sick of smoking dreams.

4). T had a job interview at the Macca's near my uni. I thought it would be great because I could hang out at Macca's and do uni work while he worked and the catch a train back together. It was my first day back at uni so T and I were catching a train together. T guided me to the train because I was half asleep. We were on the train for hours before I realised we were going the opposite direction. I got really angry at T and stormed off, trying to find a train to get me back. Munchkin was on one of the platforms, wagging school. I couldn't read the screens telling me where the train was going because they had used the most illegible typeface. I was trying to use my phone to work out which train to catch; but couldn't decide whether to go home or to uni.

>> I was so mad at T when I woke up. So much anger. I almost called him and abused him but that would be silly, wouldn't it? Trains are annoying. I realise I have this idealistic view of Munchkin as a munchkin. Just a kid. It's not true though, he has leg hair and arms now. FREAKS ME OUT.

5). I was in an art class room with A and her two little friends from munchkins grade. One of them was talking about how her dad had sex with her friend in their front yard. The art room was actually a kitchen and I was making sandwiches. When it was time to leave, I had to take W home, except I was on a push bike and heading in the opposite direction of his house. I finally got home, but my bedroom was my old bedroom from the house on the coast. I crawled into bed and then magpies and ducks came out from under the bed. I was curled up in one corner, whimpering and calling out for Munchkin. I somehow got to my parents' bed. Parents told me I wasn't actually scared of birds. Papa went to go get them out so I could sleep. Apparently I'd left my window open. When I got to my own bed there were still eggs in it. I freaked out and ran away to the church monastery thing. The place where the monks stay. Half of it was burnt down because the catholic monks had stolen something from the buddhist monks, so the buddhist monks had burnt down part of the building as revenge. I wanted to have a shower and was standing in a bathroom but I couldn't because there was a monk standing at the ornate gate. He was also telling me I wasn't actually scared of birds.

>> I havn't had a proper nightmare in ages! I woke up terrified and couldn't get back to sleep. Birds in my goddamn bed, what the fuck. That's terrible. And I was making sandwiches again! I used to make sandwiches in my dreams all the time. And monks at war?! Does that not sound like a fucked up video game to you? The speeches of not being scared of birds is because of me trying to convince myself I'm fearless. Sub-conscious saying "fucking liar, let's throw some birds at her and see just how fearless she is". I don't know why my sub-conscious is so spiteful. Bitch.

6). I stole a No Stopping sign from a shopping centre car park for Rach. It was miniature though. I had to quickly get home because something was after us. My family and the builders were barricading ourselves in the bathrooms, there were too many of us for just one room. Munchkin was sitting in the spa bath while I put salt across the doors and windows and around the drains. No one else in the house was doing it right. I was worrying about a pet. Finally I got to leave to go to my own place, where I was ironing for Pop.

>> I watch too much Supernatural?? That's where the salt came from. And the sign might be because I sleep under one. I really do need to iron soon. I've been putting it off. Umm... I miss Rach? And Pop came over the week after this dream. I don't understand the worrying for a pet at all.

Ain't that a fun month. There were others I forgot which just royally pissed me off. I really need to get in the habit of writing something down as soon as I remember anything about the dream. Especially after drunk dreams. They're the most amusing and the easiest to forget.

I gave W a letter. How exciting. It also has nothing to do with his name. SORRY. I have 8 letters left. After that it's on to abbreviations you never get to know.

MuchLove.

noodleness

This be the recipe from last month. SORRY. I keep feeling the need to say sorry. I know I'm forgetful and lazy but it's no excuse. I have a bunch of people telling me I say sorry too often, not just here, but in general. It's true. I say sorry too often. And then it changes to things like 'apologies' and 'deep regret'. Well not the second one. Yet. You catch my drift. So, recipe? YES. I am quite fond of it, it be delicious. It needs a better name though.

RECIPE: [NOODLE CHICKEN DISH]

ingredients:

200g rice stick noodles

2 tbs peanut oil

2 celery sticks

1 red capsicum

600g chicken thigh fillets, thinly sliced

1/3 cup roasted cashews

2 tbs soy sauce

1 bunch fresh coriander

method:

cook and drain noodles, following pack instructions.

heat half the oil in a wok or large frying pan over high heat. Add celery and capsicum. Stir-fry for one minute, transfer to a bowl. Heat remaining oil. Add the chicken. Stir-fry for two minutes or until cooked through.

stir-fry the noodles, peanuts, soy sauce, celery and capsicum, and chicken for one minute or until heated through. Toss through coriander.

SERVE.

Yay. I tried to write this up two days ago but got cranky at the fact that I couldn't copy and paste and therefore ran away. Anyhoo, A has already tried to remake it but got fancy with peanut butter and wine. That's kind of awesome and kind of terrifying at the same time.

THERE IS SO MUCH TO BLOG ABOUT. But so little time. Well not really, I just find other stuff to do. Maybe tonight :)

MuchLove.

humble apologies.

I have been rather slack with blogging and list achieving and stuff in general actually. I'm honestly really sorry about that. Last week I was planning a come back of epic proportions and then Friday and Saturday happened ( which I will explain ) and then it was all a bit "Well this is just crap. Why do I bother?".

On friday night I was so ridiculously pumped for a night out. I felt like I had sat at home ALL week and seen no one and done nothing. So I was excited to brave the cold and spend too much money and get drunk too quickly because that is the beauty of being a light weight. And then plans fell apart. And everyone else had plans. Or were being responsibly out of character ( which was probably the biggest kick in the face ). So I stayed home, watched Supernatural and complained loudly. And then on Saturday night there was a Lunar Eclipse. Or a partial lunar eclipse. IT WAS AN ECLIPSE OF SOME SORT. Which is on my list, 13). See an eclipse of some sort. But I was sitting in Munchkin's room, watching Underworld, yelling at the main character for stealing my boots ( don't say she obviously had them first, logic isn't applicable here ), And not on facebook, where everyone was saying LOOK AT THE MOTHERFUCKING MOON, IT'S RED.

I did some research. The next Lunar Eclipse is in December. The 21st to be exact. I shall sit and stare at that goddamn moon and then cross it off my list. I don't know why it bugged me so much, but grr face. To the extreme. EXTREME.

To make up for my lack of list activities and blogging I'm challenging myself. I scoffed at going vegetarian for a month because I can barely survive a week without some sort of meat craving and my will power isn't the strongest. So instead I'm going July without jewellery for 82). I've got my boring earrings in and am showing my ring tan lines to the world. Once I find a camera ( mine is still AWOL, mostest annoying ) I'll show you what I usually wear. I want to document it. You can laugh at how much metal I carry around.

And tomorrow I'm going for a road trip :) T and I are going to the coast for the day and pointing out crap from our childhoods. I'm quite excited for it.

MuchLove.