updates from down time.

So welcome back Me to uni, and therefore blogging, as procrastination will be a major element of this semester if the last two semesters are anything to judge by. I’m currently on a train. Back to my life of train journeys. WOOP. Obviously I haven’t suddenly gained tech knowledge and/or money for wireless internet so this will be a copy and paste job but all the same. I’m writing. And I am well aware it’s been a while. Sorry. Don’t freak too much, I haven’t been ignoring my list, just the blogging about it bit. Humm..

Also I went to London. So yes. I have every excuse. Mother Dearest even agreed.

LIST STUFF: I’ve actually done lots. I’m actually quite super at list crossing off of. Maybe not so super at English and grammar. Meh.

I crossed off 3). Go to a moonlight cinema session. I saw Toy Story 3. Hornsby council was awesome for once. They called it “Movies under the Stars” though. Personally I think my wording was much more nifty. I had a lot of fun! It was local so easy for us to gather and nicnic and watch the movie, despite the zillions of small children running around on sugar highs.

Can I just say that if you thought the Human Diseases Museum thing was cheating for 10). I was on a plane for 23 hours for a specific exhibit in the British Museum so stick that in your pipe and smoke it. Or not. Either way, I went to London for an exhibition which is super nerdy but mostly awesome. I did get other list stuff done there. I went to two different markets. Camden markets are so flipping awesome and I shall be going back there with loads of money to spend and a friend who likes the same sort of goth/punk/alternative style. I spent quite a lot of monies as it is. And then Old Spittalfield Markets which were tamer and grandmother approved ( ie. I could take my grandmother there without worrying about shielding her judging eyes ). I spent too much monies here too. SO MUCH FUN. I love market shopping, especially when it’s cheap.

I think travelling to the other side of the globe to learn more about Ancient Egypt probably warrants enough effort spent to cross off 44). Learn all I can ( and remember ) about Ancient Egypt, but I’m making it harder for myself and reading the giant book I was given and haven’t yet read before I cross it off. I will take a pic of it in relation to me so you can see what I mean by giant. FLIPPING MASSIVE.

62). Replace Zachariah, happened totally out of the blue. Zachariah was the most awesome fighting fish in existence before T accidently killed it by giving it too much food and then stirring the water. He literally exploded. I’ve put off getting a new one because my plans of moving seemed cruel to a fish. I don’t think driving around with a fish is intelligent. Anyhoo, I get a call from T saying “ I have a Siamese fighting fish eating all my other fish, help me”. So I take my kick-ass tank which glows and has diamonds instead of rocks and is powered by usb to T’s and get Rupert. He is red and kind of cranky and goddamn adorable. And the tank fit perfectly in the little box next to the driver in the car which is not called the glove box even though my mother keeps her gloves in there.

While I was in London I went several days without a computer. In fact on the plane over I went 24 hours without a computer but technically only 12 hours had passed so I don’t know if it counts. Which shits me. A lot. Anyhoo, for the moment, I will say some days with no specificity. I will check my travel diary ( which was technically my blog without the web bit for the trip ).

I have started 87). Go 6 months without fast food. On Monday, ie the last day of February, I went to maccas to get T and I breakfast. I spilt iced coffee all over Mother Dearest’s car. And now it reeks. T cleaned it really well so I don’t understand in the slightest. Serves me right. Freaking macca’s. I went about 2 years without macca’s so I’m not too fazed by this. It’s more the social aspect that will be awkward.

Simanda, my lovely work mate who I don’t work with anymore, sold me her bed! Her Queen sized bed. Which is a kind of double bed, so I can cross off 101). She up and left us in Australia in favour of love in America. She actually had a significant other there, she’s not some love seeking hippy. And she really is lovely. Anyhoo, it’s in my storage shed, just chilling, til I find a place to live. Which better be soon because my current bed is really quite tiny.

I’ve written loads! I’m almost at uni. Brilliant. Wish me luck with all my new subjects and whatnot. I think I have to keep a blog as part of my homework for one of my subjects. I love my course.

fuck you, I'm a dragon.

Hey, it's been a while. Yeah. Hi-five for distractions. I actually feel somewhat dirty for giving up actual blogging for tumblr. As much as tumblr is amazing, it's somewhat hipster and plagued with bad grammar and high school drama. So I'm back! Not that I planned my absence, and consequently R's absence ( It's not egotistical, it's the truth. Justsayin' ), of course. And when thinking about how slack I've been I kept imagining that I had SO much to blog about. SO many things to cross off my list. Yeah, not so much.

I haven't crossed it off yet, but a friend from high school is cutting off all of her hair for charity. Which is kind of a big deal. I would go completely nuts with wigs but I can't see her doing that. Anyhoo, I plan to give her some dosh and therefore cross off 31). I'm trying to work out how much she has raised so far but machines hate me in the worst way. Ok, 120$ ish. She wants to get to 1000. It's still early though, she's not doing it until March.

I have decided that I get to cross off 66). because I went and saw Ben Jorgensen last weekend and it was beyond amazing and I could recognise all the Armor for Sleep songs before he got past the intro. Also, his solo stuff is pretty swell. The concert was odd though. He's kind of my musical God. I love and respect everything he's created and always come back to his tunes when all other music sounds like noise. There were maybe 50 people in this bar. 25 of those were paying attention. 10 of us were basically worshipping the sound produced by his vocal chords and guitar. I wanted to yell at everyone else and tell em to shutup because we were witnessing something really fucking beautiful. But I went by myself, knew no one there and felt awkward and therefore did not. And before you ask, no I did not embarrass myself by trying to form words in his presence. I didn't really know what to say to him so I went home. Coz I'm cool that way.

I kind of sort of changed my hair again :| woops. I know. I was planning to cut it all off closer to the end date and rock the pixie 'do, crossing off 73). in the process, but FUCK IT. I dyed it reddish browny purple. Also my fringe has grown out. HOLD UP, photo. Hahaha, it's actually from the night I went to the concert...

why yes, that is a ukelele on my wall XD

According to my psychologist, I'm a weirdo for not wanting a boyfriend. I mean, technically, it's on my list, number 77)., so therefore on some level I must want it. But really, I think it's like reading the bible so you can better argue with christians. If I have dated then it's perfectly reasonable for me to say I don't want it. Right? It's not as if I'm a complete hermit, though. I just don't think sticking my tongue down some guys throat counts as a relationship. Especially considering I knew less than 5 things about him. Stupid psychologists, making me think. bah.

IN OTHER NEWS. I still suck at wearing heels. Crossing off 84). will involve practice and/or cheating. I went out for K's fucking off party and wore heels and died and then swapped shoes with A. I still have A's shoes. Completely flat shoes. How frustrating. My shoes were kitten heels. I have 15cm heels dammit, and I want to rock them, rather than stumble for 10 mins and then give up.

And finally, I work with this lovely girl who happens to be moving to America to marry her bf. It's kind of odd because I consider around my 'level' as in age, maturity, wanting the same things, etc. but she's off the get fucking MARRIED. Which is nuts. NUTS I TELL YOU. Besides the point, when she leaves, she can't take all her furniture and shit so she sold me her bed. It is queen sized and beautiful and soonly mine XD and crosses off 101 for me. And the only reason I can take it is because I got a storage shed. YES. It's pretty cool but costs me about 250$ a month. So that plus the money I pay for board, I pay 450$ a month, to live at home. Can I just say, What the Actual Fuck. On that note I shall leave you a hollow promise of more blogs about books, recipes and movies.

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.

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.

what was up with that?!

SUPER LIST UPDATE OF EPIC PROPORTIONS! not really. I just haven't done this in a while. I haven't even crossed anything off. Now I'm just putting it down, before it even got a chance. My god, girl, STOP IT. Yeah, I just realised I'm in one of those moods where I'm being a bit of a spaz. Ah well, enjoy.

First on the list is 43). Learn to speak danish. I started listening to the podcasts. The first one was awesome. I can now say hi and bye formally and informally. And the second one was all about ordering coffee. I do truly love iced coffee. But that's as far as the love goes. Normal coffee is just used for pulling all-nighters. Line drawn. But I figured I'd hold out and listen so I learn how to ask for things from coffee shops. SHE SPOKE SO FAST. Change from oh look repeat this one word three times to repeat this REALLY long sentence. That I said really fast. That I won't break down to manageable chunks. *cue evil laughter*. I haven't listened since. All I remember is "yava got be-a-man cofi, tuk". That's right. I'd like some coffee. In my version of danish. I bet you feel smarter. Unless you are danish. In which case I bet you feel insulted. Or like giggling. Either way.

I have tried new recipes for 45). It was good fun. Last tuesday H came over and helped me cook veal mushroom something ness. And when I say help I mean, basically, I 'directed'. As in, looked confusingly at the recipe and ate bits of mushroom. So it doesn't really count as trying new recipe. But this tuesday I cooked alone and made a mess and didn't have all the ingredients but put gnocchi something something rather on the table. Papa loved it. I wasn't hungry. Mother dearest and Munchkin didn't like it. But still, new recipe. Which I'll write up later when I next need to procrastinate.

Last saturday I went to the city again. I thought I was getting better. I thought I was at the stage where I could walk around and not feel completely lost. Turns out I was lying to myself. I had no idea where we were. But I didn't really care tbh; only the 'crap, you'll never cross 48). off' bit of caring. But yes, much learning to be had. done? Much learning, all the same.

I wanted to get my tattoo for 55). this saturday. I was mad excited for it. Bout frikin time. But then A trips me out by saying I'm meant to research the place I want to get it done at first. In depth research. About artists and their style and the time they take and other people's opinions. SHITE. I didn't want that. I wanted a vague air of teenage immaturity to it. I didn't want to it to be super planned. If I didn't feel comfortable in a place I wouldn't get my tat there. Simple as that. But now I feel like I'm being irresponsible if I don't. And I really don't want an "I-told-you-so" moment. GRRR.

This is already crossed off but for 60). right, my 'free hugs' t-shirt? NO ONE WANTS MY HUGS. People will tell me about their lung cancer and three wives and daughter and allergy to penicillin, but I don't get hugs! I'm wearing it to the next drunken party. Drunk people love hugs, right? I hope so. Otherwise I class the shirt as a fail. And I don't know if that means I have to redo 60).

Boring one. 68). Back up computer one. I just put all the important stuff onto Jasper so back up successful. Woo. Go team.

Jasper makes me feel like I type faster. It's the new shiny-ness for sure but I'm just going to check, ok? I shall be typing about Aesop's fables for 3 mins. If there is an excessive amount of punctuation I will throw something. DUDE. They updated the site. And I can't remember how I went last time. But! my typing speed is now 45 words per minute but I made mistakes so they averaged me down to 39 words per minute. I'm on the higher end of average. This shouldn't make me so happy. Not quite 80 wpm for 69). Im beginning to think that that was much too ambitious.

I BOUGHT PLANE TIX TO MELBOURNE!!! You have no idea how hard it was to contain that so as to maintain a chronological flow. Damn OCD. I get to visit family, visit Rach ( I still haven't gotten her letter. I will throw things at the postman or woman ) and cross something off my list. I'm absolutely positive I can find a place in Melbourne I haven't been to before so I can cross off 79). YAY. But I'm more excited about visiting people. Obviously. And flying. I love flying so much. Did I mention, YAY!?

And lastly, at house sitting place there was a double bed. Twas amazing. But odd. I'm so ridiculously not used to it. And now Xander seems really small ( If the naming of inanimate objects has struck you as odd, i apologise. I enjoy naming things ). When I get to cross off 101). there will be some mixed feelings. Single beds leave so much more room in the room. But that's the only advantage I can think of.

I had other news. Random bits of crap. The title of this blog is reference to todays garfield comic. Go forth and find. I got a hair cut. No it's not dramatic or purple or shaved. It's just slightly shorter. I'm planning to redo the blue tomorrow. I kind of want to go blonde now. Why can't I make a decision and stick to it!?! I'm trying to cut the word 'like' out of my vocabulary. I use it excessively. It's pathetic. And so teenage-girl. So it shall stop. And I'll sound classy. haha.

MuchLove