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.

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.

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.