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So yes, I'm failing miserably at 96). Update blog consistently. But in other news I have something that resembles a social life and back at uni, studying it up three days a week. It's pretty awesome. Illustration and Typography are fun, New Media Contexts and Design Issues use big words which is actually a nice change, using my brain for once. I finally went to the doctor and am in the process of coming off the happy pills.

An age ago, H came over and went through my list and decided that the snow trip definitely counted as redoing schoolies. I did kind of feel like that was cheating but by all definitions of the term schoolies, the snow trip covered it. Ok, not quite. I just looked it up on UrbanDictionary and apparently Queensland and/or dirty old men are necessary. But we got the week long piss up bit down.

H also taught me how to blow gum bubbles for 67). but the whole process is bullshit. All I get is this fantastic yet ultimately disappointing pop noise. I was on the train back from uni and had an hour of practice with maybe 12 pop sounds and one bubble that just ended with me having gum all over my lips. GROSS. I need proper bubble gum.

I tried to donate blood the other day. Rocked up at the bus thing, filled in 4 pages of paper work, had an interview, got stabbed in the finger, then stabbed in the arm and then my veins fucked off, leaving me with 2 hours of wasted time and hole in my arm that blood wouldn't come out of. I was all ready to be re-stabbed but because it was my first time donating, they weren't 'allowed' to re-stab me. I was under the impression they were quite desperate for blood. I'm planning on trying again next week.

Rach and I exchanged letters last week :) I got the 4 pages of her tiny writing and sat and read and immediately wrote back. I felt like the most dedicated pen pal ever. 49). is probably my most favourite thing on my list. I miss that girl.

Shout out to Jack for getting me to write this. Bout freaking time. Squeeze Squishy for me :)

MuchLove.

NOT sullied by blood.

IMPORTANT FACT: my hair is currently curly. Actually that's a completly useless fact. Odd fact ( that tries to make sense of the first fact ): I like to know what the person I'm talking to looks like. I spent >3 years talking to GSJ on msn before I knew what he looked like. It annoyed me to no end. I gave him a face ( my subconscious did. A dream involving a funeral and him, but he was the guy from SG Atlantis ). So, I hope the 'important' fact is somewhat useful now? I shoved my barely shoulder length hair up in a clip thing, and that somehow made it curly. The up do made my blue streak look wikked amazing though, if I do say so myself.

I did have a point this time. It wasn't just to share the amazingness of uni like last time. Actually... on that note: funny thing about that post was as much as I was complaining, and as much as I was having a crappy day... I still pretty much loved the fact that I was doing something, rather than sitting around at home wondering what to do. And, on that note, that day got worse. I somehow managed to put my foot in a hole, twist my ankle and fall to my knees. There was hardly anyone around though. And I didn't put holes in my tights so all is well with the world. But I missed the shuttle bus, and also the train ( not because I fell over though, just bad timing ). So I was out for an extra hour that I could have been at home for. AND I got talked at from Kingswood to Granville. My people hating ways are back, fear not my friends. Not all has changed.

With the purpose and the whatnot; List related stories include:

I can cross 7). off because I saw a play. musicals count as plays, right? I know what you're thinking. Cynical, apathetic, pessimistic you went and saw a cheerful, let's-sing-when-no-person-in-their-right-mind-would-sing, musical!? The Wizard of Oz, no less. And it was cute. I'm not going to gush about it because, let's face it, it was a school production and I didn't really know anyone in it ( except T's cousin and munchkin's gf, who were both amazing of course ). But it was better than sitting at home on a friday night, and there were alot of people I knew there so that was... fun ( I can't think of a better word. It wasn't fun. Or amusing. It just was. I wish I could write with amazing finesse. Is that even a word? I want it to be ).

Rach has a blog :) I love it. It's so her. I finally worked it out, the stoopid internet or computer or something technological kept linking me to a blank blog with just her About Me. So I kept mind-willing her to write something. And then I found the real one. And it was a definite yay moment. I do slightly feel like I'm stalking her. But I guess anyone who knows me and reads this might feel the same ( hi friends =] don't freak out, it's cool you've taken the time to read my shite ). So yeah, Rach's blog. I can keep up with her for 49). and have a third blog to follow for 76).! multi-tasking, baby!

I made MORE cookies. They're amazing. They'd be better with decent choc-chips though. I shall remember this recipe in no time. AND IT WAS A NEW RECIPE. I shall blog it later when I'm not exhausted and therefore unable to leave the desk and Harry to find the recipe and take a picture ( which would turn out crap anyway, because I don't have the 'photography eye' or whatever the fuck you want to call it. I call it uncooperative cameras, but that's just me )

I wore heels to the musical. YEAH. Not all day like I have to for 84). but still good practice. I know you're totally impressed with the fact I walked half a street, sat in a chair for 2ish hours, and then walked back the half a street in maybe 6cm heels. I didn't collapse in pain or take them off in public though. I did want to kick numerous people with them. I believe; however impractical a fight in heels would be, it would be much more painful for the person on the other end. And that progressed to wanting to try and break someone's nose. Something I've never done before, but have always been willing to try. That's a different story though. Pretty heels, not sullied by blood.

I really need to complete 97). and soon. I will get a plan instead of prepaid. I will not burn 20$ in a week and a bit. I've never used so much credit before. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Besides, you know, actually using my phone. I should stop that. That won't happen.

Ah, yep. That's my list life for the moment. In other news, I vaguely changed my About Me, have a new pic ( which is about as dodgy as the first, but this I think has a dark and mysterious edge I'd love to actually have. We can dream ), and wishes my tooth would stop being a bitch. There was an ending to that sentence that was relevant but the pain in my mouth was more pressing. Get it? tooth pressing through my gum. SHARP tooth. Being a bitch, in my mouth. Sorry. That was particularly lame, even for me.

MuchLove.

mornings will be the death of me.

Why, blogger, do you hate me so? i press enter and you assume I'm done? no more blogging for this girl, despite the fact she only put a heading in? WHAT? you deeply confuse me sometimes website, but you let me ( most of the time ) release my thoughts into cyberspace and for this I am grateful. And my normal style of writing has, for some unknown reason, left the building.

Let's see if I can find it again, shall we?

So, I shall tell you about my list. 49). is still easy. I posted Rach's letter and I really want a reply soon. I'm thinking if I save, fly to melbourne for a long weekend ( one I make up myself, not one that's official with higher priced plane tickets ), visit Rach, hang out with my amazing family down that way, then cross off 79). because I will find somewhere in Melbourne I havn't visited before, then come home I will a) have an amazing time and b) feel accomplished for being able to cross something off my list.

53). was one of those things on the list I dreaded. I can't lose weight. It just doesn't work for me. I hate not eating just because I love food so much. I can't exercise consistantly because it's bloody painful and you tend to avoid stuff that is painful, right? So yes, I dreaded trying to lose weight because I'm one of those people that when you think about losing weight you put more on. Stupid right? But I have been blessed! I hope, nay, I pray to the universe, that this weird thing my appetite is doing sticks around. It died. Literally, my appetite got up and left. Now I have a snack and dinner and thats all I really need. I don't understand and I don't really need to. I've been putting off telling people for 3 weeks, because I didn't want to jynx it ( the universe is evil that way ).

I am planning on completing 88). soon. It won't be too much of a challenge because I'm already a pretty honest person but I will be telling people I'm doing a week of complete honesty. Which means a bunch of questions people probs don't want real answers to. Or, to make me squirm. Which, tbh, takes alot. I also think a question can often reveal more than an answer... keep that in mind folks.

Finally, 96). is bugging me. I had 12 posts last month. I figure 12 or more a month would be pretty neat, and fufill 'consistantly'. So, despite my dying internet, my early mornings of late and the fact that my computer is near-full and is choking a bit I've been trying to blog. YEAH ME. Not really, I've avoided sitting on msn and facebook ( which, btw, is all my computer knows. It leads a boring, repetitive life. Poor Harry the laptop ) and reading more. I was trying to complain less on here, but dammit, that's just me. Em Complain-Alot. or Alice Complain-Alot =] more about that later... But yes. I think this will be ten posts for february. I finished the 2nd Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter book already so thats 11. And then I can tell you all about Alice, and orientation day, and... something. How exciting.

Muchlove.

forget the shirt

I start uni next week!! YEAH! This time next week I'll be telling you how my first lecture and tutorial went. I know, starting four more years of education shouldn't be so exciting but GAWSH. I'm bored of home now. I do quite love my lazy days of sleeping in til the afternoon but once I start going to uni I'll appreciate and love the sleeping OH SO MUCH more :) and on wednesday I have orientation day. woo. meeting people...

I'm going to start talking about list related things instead of meeting people because we all know my opinion on people...

I was invited to a masquerade party. I know, my list says HOST a party. but I reckon going to one will def be good inspiration/idea giving material. 19). is one of those things that are going to be a stretch. I'm terrible at organising ( as my mates I went to tropfest on sunday with will testify to - group getting on at three different stations, meeting at epping to get on a train we could've been on earlier...ergh ).

T got a piano :) well, keyboard. WHATEVER. I still get to learn when we move! It's so cute with the letter stickers and different noises and naww. And it also takes up too much room in our already limited space we currently have.

I got a letter from Rach :) It's all pretty happy atm, aye? I'm writing a reply nowish. 49). IS SO MUCH FUN!! hehehe.

Ok, so it's not all a happy atm. My 6 is all a bit fucked. I don't know who is talking to who, what I'm supposed to say or not say or if I've done anything wrong. So I've secluded a bit, I'll be sitting in my corner and if they want me to listen then cool, I'm happy to listen, but otherwise I'll be avoiding it all. You know, in my corner.

I know it doesn't count for 73). but i got E to redo my blue again today :) its turquoise. but still. It's a bit bigger and more visible coz of the shortness of my hair. We had to bleach it twice to get the colour out of it proper.

I'm practicing for 84).. Well not really. I don't leave the house in heels because I just embarass myself. I can't really walk properly in them coz I'm a clutz, and I can't last long in them because my feet just hurt. So, I have my tallest heels under my desk to wear when I sit here. It's kinda the reverse of normal people :) They hurt though :( Oh well, they're pretty, and we all know that's what matters.

I bought myself a diary. Which is a kind of day planner I think. But yes, 100). totally on the way of. I put everyone's contact details in and birthdays. It's amazing and a stationary item so therefore immediatly cool because I was allowed to go stationary shopping for it :) I LOVE STATIONARY. I should get a t-shirt. Actually scrap that. I should just get more stationary and forget the shirt.

muchlove.

numbers and letters...

I got a letter from Rach =] Something about getting mail still excites me, I guess it's because I don't get bills yet. 49). is going to be easy! I love recieving mail so much that I'm happy to make the effort of writing because it means I'll get a letter back! And I love letters from Rach, they're so beautiful and I miss her so much; despite the fact that she has the smallest handwriting known to human-kind. I may have to invest in a magnifying glass =P

49). is helping 75)., I'm not sure how long it'll be before I cover my ears when people talk about books because my list of recommended books will get too long to handle. Rach has recommended Anita Blake Vampire Hunter by Laurell K. Hamilton; The Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs and the Jaz Parks series by Jennifer Rardin. WHOLE SERIES. should be fun =]

Yesterday I sat with T while he learnt basics on the piano for his list ( 91). Learn to play the piano ). Twas quite the fun. In return he tried to help me with 52). It was past midnight, and I was struggling so much I had collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles. Turns out niether of us are very good at push-ups. When I couldnt even do a single normal push-up I switched to woman push-ups ( from the knees ) and still failed. I'm going to have to build up some strength...

Today I came across some terrible news. Well, terrible for me. Suspected though. On the Armor For Sleep website there's a post pretty much outlining that they're done. No more. End of AMAZING music. I should be more traumatized. I'm not really that phased actually. Just makes 66). more meaningful now I guess. I was singing the bits I know while I waited in the carpark for E and T to come back from the bottle shop today ( I stupidly forgot my id ).

I am quite thrilled that I can now put a countdown on the blog =] the stupid countdowns don't allow for 4 digits in the days column so I've put it off until the number of days left could actually fit on the countdown. Which is quite ridiculous.