Lilibet is Home!

Miss Lilibet Beatrice arrived yesterday! She’s 8 weeks and 1 day old, and just impossibly adorable. Just look at that cute little face!

So far, she’s a big fan of food, paper bags, her new plush flea Freddie, her ‘snuggler’ bed (which is really intended for cats, but she adores it) and whichever one our cats runs into her path (I’ve been watching her on Facetime :lol: ) Not so fussed on being out in public, though. We had to walk up and pick up some puppy food at the local pet shop, and she was not thrilled about that.

Can’t wait for two weeks to go by so I can go to my parents’ and cuddle the little cutie :marryme:

Lili-Bee

Introducing Miss Lilibet Beatrice, the newest addition to the family. My mum is over the moon – we’ve been looking for a beagle puppy for awhile now. We get to pick up the little cutie next weekend – and I get a cuddle before they head back home, since I won’t be back at my mum’s place for another few weeks.

“Have you considered any of the other major religions? They’re all pretty much the same.”

So, I turned 29.

And I finished my last Semester 2 as an undergrad.

I’m not sure which makes me more nervous, to be completely honest. :shock: The last assessment for my first semester project nearly killed me, I swear. I think, all up, it had to be 30,000 words, and took me until 3am to finalise. And then 10 minutes before I was going to present? I got an approval for an extension due to illness. I went ahead and did it anyway, because no. I did not want to wait another week with it hanging over my head.

I think I left my body during it, actually. But it’s done. And I can’t have screwed it up too badly. I don’t think. :ohwell:

My birthday was on November 7th, and a very quiet day. Mum came down and we had an amazing lunch, and Mum brought me some small gifts. The rest of my gifts (most of which are books! :geek: ) and my official birthday cake will occur when Mum and I can coordinate (pizza, salad, champagne and cake!)

Right now, I’m taking ten days off to relax – something I sorely need to do. Maybe write some bad fan fiction, and do some bad fanart? Something with no academic or profitable value ;)

Green Skies, Purple Grass, & Jelly-Bean Rainy Days.

Today was a very strange day. Like, it wouldn’t have surprised me at all if I had walked outside, and discovered that the sky was green, the grass was purple, and it was raining jelly beans. :lol: There wasn’t anything specific, just a feeling I had.

My lecture was a dud, though I was hunting for a specific pair of shorts (for those playing at home, Gorman x Walala’s It’s All Rice shorts – I regret not hitting that collection like a damn asteroid), and Mum called the stores, tracked me down a pair, and purchased them for me. They’ll be waiting under the Christmas tree for me this summer :love:

I’m making the pilgrimage home tomorrow morning, to see my mum, since I have no other classes this week. Though, those plans were made last week – right now, I’m wishing I reserved tomorrow for lazing around like a sloth. I think it’s the weather.

“At The Risk Of Sounding Negative, No.”

I came home for a week for Easter, for what I thought would be a lovely time to regroup and collect myself. We planned to have Easter Lunch with my grandparents, and then a casual lunch of Italian Easter Sunday. Mum was going to whip up some gnocchi and veggie lasagna, I was going to whip up a knock-off Sake Miss Blossom cocktail, and I was going to puppy-eye my sister into making rocky road for dessert. Then, after Easter, I was planning on getting all my uni work up-to-date, a few personal projects that I’ve been busting to get started, and helping my Mum with a few at-home projects. :geek:

It did not go to plan. Easter Saturday? Well, it kind of helps when you tell the grandparents we are coming for Easter Saturday lunch (dumping the blame and shame on my father for that one. Another for his bag of sneaky tricks). Then, we were all kind of done on Sunday, so we ended up going out for a quick dinner. Then I’m pretty sure I slept from Monday to Wednesday. At least, I really didn’t do much. Sleep, snack, read, repeat. Maybe a little writing? I knew I was sleep deprived, but those days are kind of blurry. XD

Thursday through to tonight kind of vanished when I wasn’t looking in a series of necessary but boring tasks. :ohno: And I’m headed back to Sydney tomorrow afternoon, in time for my Wednesday morning class (and I got a spectacularly aggressive email from my lecturer today, telling us to attend our Wednesday night lecture. It’s super pathetic people aren’t attending, but we are adults And, frankly, the lectures are only relevant when the guest-lecturers are speaking about our specialisation. The last one before Easter was okay, but pointless for me since it didn’t focus on my major. And no one really wants to hang around til 5pm for an hour lecture. But I digress.)

So, next weekend, I get to catch up on the work I spaced on, and the new work that will be assigned. The only good side is that, since Easter was so early, I have another week off (well, no classes are held but it isn’t technically a week off) in three weeks, which is lovely. Thinking of petitioning the uni to make this schedule permanent because it is far less stressful than the normal semester structure.

For now, I am going to slump on the couch and watch bad reality TV until bedtime.

God, I love sleep. :happycry:

Have you ever had one of those days?

One of those days that you kind of hate everyone and everything, and want to throw a bit of an adult tantrum for no tangible reason?

It’s not even ten in the morning, and that’s exactly how I’m feeling, honestly.

I spent four hours last night not working on my university assessment, but trying to fix my iPhone after an update left it frozen on the ‘connect to iTunes’ screen. Since it’s my only phone line and my mother is coming down today, I sent them both emails that I couldn’t know they’d both see, and worked on fixing it.

And then discovered that my mother hadn’t even noticed I was AWOL.  :huh: Great for my self esteem,

So today, I have class (that’s where I am right now, actually) until noon, then I have to write a 500 word assessment for tomorrow’s class, get to the library to print it out, go to the gym, mop my floors, do a ton of washing and continue my pre-assessment freak out since all four of my classes have assessments due in the next week.

I absolutely wish I hadn’t gotten out of bed. That I had rolled over and gotten more sleep.

Just a no-good day and it’s only ten.

I’ve never heard of such a brutal and shocking injustice that I cared so little about.

I’d apologise for vanishing, but sometimes you just need to take a break from life.

But now that university starts again tomorrow, I guess I’ve returned to the land of the living. Or at least, the land of the active online. Hell, even on Tumblr, I rely completely on my queue for any kind of consistent posting.  :cool:

So, university. I had a morning class, and then an afternoon lecture that I’m not really looking forward to, based entirely on the fact that I have to go over to the main campus and somehow figure out how to find the lecture hall on a campus that is like a small city in itself. It also kind of blows that I’ve already taken this class before, at a different university, but they wouldn’t give me credit for it when I transferred. I mean, the last art history essay I wrote for my previous university was 3,000 words long. This class? I think 1,500 words will be the longest (based on what I heard from last semester’s class, which I didn’t have to take, thank god). The first class? A compulsory first-year class, not much to say. Last semester’s course resulted in a dodgy mark because I pretty much told my lecturer I didn’t think she understood the course outline since she did such a terrible job of explaining it.  -_-

I tried so hard to be organised today – my plan was to grab my groceries and drop into the Apple store to replace my dodgy keyboard before coming home and building my last two pieces of Ikea furniture. Grocery shopping turned into a big deal when I could find a food processor under one hundred dollars  :huh: across five stores. When I finally did get home, building my Ikea stuff tried to kill me, ugh. I really loathe Ikea.By the time I was done, I had to make dinner before realising that most of the ingredients for my pesto pasta were mouldy, absent or masquerading as other things, so I tried to make pancakes and scorched myself and the pancake so badly that I gave up and had toast, and am going to clean up the apartment and then make tea and go to bed with a book. I never claimed I was any sort of cook  -_-*

Tomorrow is going to be a long day. I’m kind of edgy about tomorrow – new semester with new class locations? Makes me anxious. But I plan to nab lunch and maybe some new books (I found a 20% off coupon for Kinokuniya when I was cleaning earlier! A bag of books shall ease my nerves and frustrations.)

I guess it is time I started cleaning up. My mother is coming down tomorrow – my grandmother has a hospital appointment on Thursday that my mother has to go to – and she will complain if my place isn’t tidy  -_-

Nerd Weekend is Almost Here!

One of my favourite weekends of the year is the weekend of Supanova Sydney, a huge pop-culture expo at Sydney Olympic Park. There are actors, voice actors, comic book writers and artists, authors… this year, we have David Hasselhoff and the Weasley twins, some anime screenings and many, many exhibitors that I am looking forward to visiting (though, sadness, Wacom aren’t exhibiting this year :ohdear: . They were one of my favourites last year, and I was so badly hoping to get a drawing stylus for my mother’s iPad this year.)

We’re planning on getting autographs from Oliver and James Phelps, and I plan on getting one of my Futurama DVDs signed by Lauren Tom. I’m also on the hunt for some Super Mario knee socks, a Despicable Me 2 Agnes figurine and any Sailor Moon merchandise I can get my hands on.

Hopefully I’ll get to take loads of photographs this year. I’m not wearing a costume this year, but I will be wearing the super-amazing Avengers skirt my sister made me :marryme:

Five Things Friday

I fell in the street, skinned both my knees and upset my bad knee again. :( Ice packs, pain killers and bizarre stretches have become me. It’s very strange to fall asleep with an ice pack against your knee.

New phone <3 I finally replaced my beloved iPhone 4 with an iPhone 5. It’s shiny and new and with an utterly amazing camera (for an iPhone XD). Just getting all my apps on it is taking an age. I haven’t totally discarded my iPhone 4 – it’s just evolved into being my music-and-amusement gadget.

Iron Man 3 was amazing and incredible. We saw The Avengers on the big screen first (so, so much better on the big screen. The details I never noticed before were incredible) and then, at midnight, when into the Gold Class cinema (16 seats, all of them the most amazingly comfortable recliners) to see Iron Man 3. It was so much fun – I was so worried I’d fall asleep, being after midnight and have already sat through The Avengers, but I was transfixed the entire time. But now I totally have to see it again, so that I can write a ‘Avengers come to help Tony out because the shit that went down was way too major for them to simply not care’ fic.

University is okay. Finished Nightmare Group Assignment #1, onto Group Assignment #2, with a group that works way better together. On a not unrelated note, the next person who tells me they have a domain, when yes, they have a domain named but its re-routed to their tumblr page/blogspot/facebook, is getting punched in the face. It. Does. Not. Count. Seriously, before I finally mastered WordPress, I coded all my pages in HTML in Notepad; all of my blog posts were written in HTML by hand, and uploaded by WS_FTP; definitely a labour of love. :love:  I also ran 10+ fanlistings the same way. Dedication, thy name is Alexandra. I get so frustrated how easy it is for people to ‘have’ a website these days and yet have no idea how it works.  :cranky:

And on a totally unrelated note, I am actually totally prepared for Mother’s Day – I have three amazing presents, ready to be beautifully wrapped, and it’s going to be a weekend that my father is working away, so we get to have a nice, quiet all-about-Mum day. This has to be the first Mother’s Day in years that I’ve actually be organised, which is so both depressing and embarrassing. Living in Sydney has made gift shopping a lot easier.

And now I’m off to make tea and have a shower :love:

Five Things… From this Week

:: It’s been full-on drama at university. One teenage girl with control issues who borderline-bullied me (I know, I’m 25, I should have put her in her place. The anxiety prevents it). Thank god it is done and I can resume my peaceful existence in that class. There’s more to it, but I’ve already documented it twice on Tumblr, and cannot bring myself to type it all out again tonight.

:: Iron Man 3 tomorrow night! Well, technically, Wednesday morning. My sister and I have tickets to The Avengers at 9pm, and then Iron Man 3 at 12:05am Wednesday morning. The cinemas in Sydney are showing The Avengers first as a promotional thing, and I never got to see it in the theatre the first time around, so I jumped at the chance. Super excited! Especially since our Iron Man 3 tickets are Gold Class (like 16 seats in the entire cinema, and they are squishy, huge seats too. I’ve never been to Gold Class, so I’m doubly excited!)

:: My apartment is slowly coming along. The books are on the two shelves I have (long story) but I plan to replace the bookcases anyway. Hopefully getting my couch, my desk and chair, and maybe one bookcase next week. Crossing my fingers. I did order a crescent-moon bottle opener and hedgehog measuring cups from Anthropologie (the shipping to Australia is completely ridiculous, fyi) that I’ve been eyeing for months. Plus I got a fancy, brightly coloured bedspread. Nothing like frivolous items to make everything better! Next pay, hopefully a print or two for the walls.

:: More online shopping pursuits? Okay! XD I scored two Kumacrafts Sailor Moon necklaces – the Star Locket (omg, yes!) and the Season 1 locket (a girl posted a picture of herself on Tumblr wearing the two together and it looked awesome.) Next on the wishlist? Chibiusa’s Time Key and the S locket!

:: I have the week off from university, so unless something comes up, I plan to spend Wednesday night onwards at home with my mum, doing totally ridiculous things like playing the Sims and working on my novel on my desktop. My kingdom for a laptop, I swear to god. It’s so lovely to be home with my cats and my mum. And now, I am going to snuggle into my lovely bed and get some sleep – 8:15am train tomorrow :(

A Little of This, A Little of That

Things are happening.

  • I’m bored silly in my classes, honestly. Being bored leaves me time to think. Thinking turns me into an anxious mess. I hope it gets better. I’ve already made the decision that if I’m still unhappy – this unhappy – in a year, I’ll transfer to a different school. I’ll need a year to really find my feet, I guess. It’s still horrifying dragging myself in every week, but I guess I’ll manage. I’ve never liked change.
  • I finally found an apartment, whee!

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Time Flies

So, radio silence around here. A lot of drama and tension and relief and frustration because my family has a lot of issues.

But the good part of the silence? Well, I kind of got into my first choice university, studying Media Arts (thinking about it still makes me feel kind of ill, honestly.)

However, the university in question is in Sydney. Two hours away.

And I had no money to find an apartment. Now I have money… there are no apartments left, unless I happen to win the lottery. So the plan is commuting, at this point. It’s going to be dreadful and awful and miserable, but I don’t have a choice. I worked out that renting in Sydney will cost me around $20k for a year. If I am committing to that much money, I want to be really happy in that apartment; I want to love my days off because I’ll get to hang out there. It has to be – or have the potential to be – home.

So I start Wednesday.

Seven years older than most of the students, and I’m me. A lot of people, family members, have told me I’m scary. Because I’m so serious-looking, I guess, when I’m the goofiest person you’ll meet. I am crazy, silly, happy and so utterly, utterly childish, I should fit in great. I laugh all the time, loud and stupidly because the tiniest things are frelling hilarious.

But then, I’m also kind of a so-done-with-that snarky, judgemental bitch with trust issues that we can thank my final year in high school for.

So this is going to be awesome, mind-blowing and the happiest I’ve ever been in life, so far…

Or an unmitigated disaster.

Luckily, with a new laptop and iPad pending and a lot of commute time waiting for me, I’ll have a lot of time to blog all about it.

NaBloPoMo: To Sydney, To Sydney

So, we went to Sydney today for my Portfolio Review at Sydney Uni. We being my sister (she graduated from Sydney Uni this year!), my father (Driving Monkey extraordinaire) and me (partial degree princess). We left after 7 a.m, and Mia and I slept the entire way down. We are hardcore party people. We made it to Sydney for breakfast at the best coffee bar in the city, Workshop Expresso. I, of course, don’t drink coffee. But Workshop iced chocolate? Like liquid crack. Seriously, I can’t think of a drink more addictive.

Then we headed off to Sydney University. Wow, that school is gorgeous. It’s basically in the buildings of an old mental asylum (which would be awesome… if I hadn’t been watching American Horror Story. Okay, I’m just kidding XD), and is gorgeous. Old sandstone buildings, beautiful green grounds. Or rather, on my University Comparison Scale – I – This place sucks, it’s like a prison and you need hiking boots to get around vs. 10 – There are hotels that aren’t this fancy, and I can safely wear heels, or go barefoot!, Sydney Uni ranked a charming 8.

I managed to wrangle a Review with one of Mia’s favourite lecturers, S, who was awesome and super enthusiastic. Some of the advice he gave me was a little different than Mum’s friend T gave me, so I’m combining all the ideas. The best thing is that the updated guidelines say any A2 sized works – or bigger – can be photographed, so I don’t have to lug a giant artwork to Sydney.

I also got a look at some parts of the end-of-year show, and some work was incredible. An artist named Sarfa (i’m not sure that’s the spelling) has drawn the most incredible lifelike portraits. Another one of my sister’s friends did these two amazing portraits of a character from Homestuck, and another girl – Bridget – did a series of stylised images that were screenprinted – using up to seven colours. For anyone not familiar with screen-printing, it’s very precise work, with no room for error. As well as the printmedia works, I saw this incredible glass work, with glass ‘bubbles’ littered all over the floor. It was incredible.

After the uni, we went into the city, and Mia and I hit David Jones. They had an awesome Ted Baker display. in an old-fashioned sweets cart, and I am totally in love with Ted Baker’s Tishaa laptop case. I can’t seem to find one online, so hopefully when I get my new laptop, they’ll still have some left. We checked out the shoe department – it sucks – and the Christmas department.

Where I totally inquired about the price of Valencia. Who is Valencia, you ask? Valencia is a Christmas cow that stands about knee-high. Hand-painted and airbrushed with golden hooves and horns, the first year she was there, she was apart of half-a-dozen other animals, all worth several thousand dollars. They all sold, except Valencia. Valencia has been there for roughly six years, now, being stuffed into a corner and covered with lights and/or tinsel. She’s been seriously damaged and, as of today, one of her ears is missing. I adore Valencia, so I asked how much they want for her. They no longer have her on the books, so they’ll be calling me. I really hope they give me a reasonable price, because she’s awesome and I’d enjoy trying to fix her up.

My father took us to the sushi train for lunch, which was delicious and amazing and awesome – tempura prawns, sashimi, scallop and veggie roll, eel… I could go on XD I just love Japanese food. We hit Kinokuniya afterwards, and then Gorman, where I tried on the most amazing, awesome, wicked pair of wedges that must be mine. I have no idea how, but I need them. They were so comfy and amazing-looking. They come in pink and silver, and I don’t know which colour I want!

We left after that, since it is a two hour trip home. Hopefully when we go back down next week for my formal interview, oh dear god, we can hit the Wii U demo store, Gorman and Kinokuniya again… I’m a simple girl at heart XD It was a good and fairly casual day. Except now I’ve fallen behind on NanoWrimo. I’ll have to catch up tomorrow!

NaBloPoMo: Twenty-Five

It was my birthday today! I’m twenty five, as of seven forty-five tonight.

I had a very quiet but lovely day. My sister and mother went to so much trouble!

Definitely more tomorrow, but I’ll leave you with a photo, taken by my sister, of the amazing cat and bunny cupcakes they made me (chocolate cake with either raspberries or cherries in the middle. I ate, like, three! XD

(PS: To every American who voted for Barack Obama today, thank you. There were a few moments there, I thought maybe the Republicans had won; I really cannot get behind the principles and policies that they were touting, and am thrilled that President Obama  has an opportunity to actually enact his ideas and principles rather than just clean up the mess left behind by the previous administration.)

NaBloPoMo: Weekending

My hair is so shiny!

Mum, Dad and I drove to Sydney yesterday, mostly for my hair appointment. Mum has a friend who owns the most amazing salon, so we drive up for haircuts. I only had two inches cut off, and I am wondering if I should have got another inch taken off. I’m super excited since, come November 30, I’m having my hair dip-dyed – in pink, of course!

Sydney was seriously cold for November. We had breakfast at this cafe called the Bunker and they had the most bizarre and yummy homemade crumpets with blueberries, rhubarb and golden syrup. It was seriously like the love-child of a pancake, a muffin and a sponge. Very strange, but very delicious.

The Christmas decorations are out with a vengence, as well. There are so many lovely ones – we’ve got a bunch on lay-buy for this Christmas, including an angel giraffe and cow, a minature carved Jim Shore angel and my sister picked out a little Beatles’ Yellow Submarine ornament XD

I also got to play with an iPad Mini! Apple was slammed, so I tried another electronics store, and the guy had a demo model he went out the back and set up for me. I was pretty dubious about a mini verson of the iPad, but it truly is awesome and a great size. I’ve wanted an ereader for ages – I’ve coopted my mother’s iPad for weeks now, which is driving her mad. I just don’t know if I want an iPad 3 or a mini now. It really depends if I plan to do a lot of drawing on my iPad. I’ll have to do some more research.

Today was spent just hanging out. I read a bizarre book, drew a little and just relaxed. Which is biting me on the butt right now – it’s after 10pm and I still have 2k of Nanowrimo to write!

I hope everyone had a good weekend :D

NaBloPoMo: Five Things that Need to Exist

  1. A Hilary Duff singing game for the Wii.
  2. A Sims 3 expansion pack focusing on medical things – broken limbs, accidents, illness.
  3. A second Professor Layton film
  4. A Dead or Alive movie sequel
  5. A cover for the swimming pool that you can skate on in the summer.
Nanowrimo isn’t going too badly – I’m a little bit ahead, but not as ahead as I would like to be. I have decided that 30 entires rambling about how my Nanowrimo project is going was liable to bore me, so I’ll be posting about every little, random thing just for fun XD

Tomorrow, my parents and I are headed to Sydney – I’m getting my hair cut, plus I am hoping to see the inside of Kinokuniya, and pick up my copies of the new Avatar: the Last Airbender comic book, and the last Sailor Moon manga issues.

Hope everyone is enjoying November!

Daily Word Count: 4,556/50,000

Holy Responsibility, Batman

I have spent a delightful almost-week suffering from the flu. I will never complain about being sick in winter again, because having the flu in 29 degree heat is miserable.

I also reached two milestones – I applied to two universities for next year (COFA and SCA – Bachelor of Visual Arts) because despite having my self-esteem regarding my drawing systemically beaten out of me during my last three years of high school, I’m not a bad illustrator and with a bit of training, might be able to do something with it. (High school also tried to squash my belief in my writing abilities. However, years of fan fiction writing has resulted in my writing-ego being of titantium strength. I can write rings around anyone. I blame all the adults praising my Buffy-writing 11 year old self. I was a precocious little scamp.)

I applied for a retail job I never ever thought I’d get… and I got an interview. On one hand, yay, job! Money! Independence! On the other hand, I hate stupid people, and someone who treated me pretty badly in the past works there.

But when I remember that, I also remember I’m an ironclad bitch these days, in comparison to five years ago, so I’ll be fine. Somehow I evolved from sad-kitten-person to honeybadger.

I just wish I had enough money to buy myself some ironclad-bitch shoes to wear to the interview. It would make me feel better.

I think maybe the cold is restricting oxygen to my brain. Just FYI.

Introducing Our (Future) Newest Member of Our Family…

The unbelievably adorable Mabel, a shih-tzu/maltese, was two weeks old when this photograph was taken, and will be coming home at roughly 9 weeks on October 28th.

Mabel is my sister’s (she spent weeks checking out different breeders and pet shops, calling them and investigating the different breeds… along with picking out the most fashionable-hispter dog supplies known to man; luckily, only some have been ordered so far) but I can’t wait to give that tiny little fuzz ball a cuddle! And I think introducing our cats – especially the ‘baby’, Oscar (who is four this year; not quite a kitten anymore) – to a rowdy little puppy is going to be hilarious!

(Sorry about the picture quality, they were all taken on the spur of the moment with my phone and pieced together with the PicFrame app. Still, how darn cut is she?)

Sunny Days

I’ve been focusing on a lot of negative stuff this last week – more uni work, uni applications, family drama, job hunting (why do all the web design jobs dry up at this type of year?) and all that.

The good things are happening bit by bit – Mum and I are headed to Sydney on Thursday (she’s getting her hair cut, and I’m swapping my iPhone; during my last replacement, they gave me a 32GB instead of a 64GB. Very frustrating when you’re paying extra for the larger memory) and I’m hoping Sailor Moon #7 will be available at Kinokuniya. If not, I’m going to nab Book Two (and maybe Three) of Carole Wilkinson’s Dragonkeeper series. And I read Jay Kristoff’s Stormdancer yesterday (I am a ridiculously fast reader) . It’s really original and an awesome read – and I’m only one book away from my Goodreads Challenge  :D.

Plus, I’ve got big plans – I’m hoping to write a wallpaper app for iPhone and iPad, plus I got invited to join Yelp as an Elite member, and I have to get my portfolio for uni done this week. Plus I need to redo my livejournal layout and I have an enormous stack of art to scan in.

I spent yesterday sitting in the sun with my legs in the pool, drawing and listening to loud music. It was such a nice way to spend an afternoon.

I really love being busy.

A Day in Sydney

We – and by ‘we’, I mean my entire family – drove down to Sydney for the day yesterday. My sister was seeing Hanson in concert last night, and my mother was going with her. I went down for the day because I felt like it (well, originally, I thought I might have to get my Mac Mini repaired at the Genius Bar. But it seems to be running okay. I was wondering if I should have it looked over before my Apple Care expires but, huffah!, it apparently doesn’t expire until April 2014!) My father needed to go to Sunday Morning Hell, known to mere mortals as Ikea (I have several problems with Ikea, one being that Australians are usually charged twice as more for their ‘inexpensive’ furniture. I dislike having to pay $300 for a desk when the US pays $100. The dollar is pretty much equal, and Ikea has admitted that they only compete with ‘the local market’. Combine that with all the people who wander around Ikea for no reason, and it’s an experience that makes me want to smuggle alcohol in.)

 So, Mum and I got dropped off in the city (my sister opted to go with my father to Ikea to look at bookshelves) and we had a lovely time. I tried on a pair of summer sandals by Ted Baker (like things, but with a strap around the heel). They only had the black and white in stock, plus I’m thinking I’ll go up a size. And ordering them from the UK – with shipping – is still $15+ less than buying them in store. We went to Kinokuniya, and I nabbed Sailor Moon #6 (Chibiusa! Pink!) and Avatar the Last Airbender: The Promise #2! as well as A Brief History of Montmaray by Michelle Cooper, which looks interesting. There were tons of books I would have loved, but I am so, so broke (still job hunting) and I can’t afford $20-$30 for a book (especially when there’s a lovely Australian online bookstore which sells them for roughly half price. Paying retail gives me hives.)

After that, we went to a Sushi Train and shared two plates of salmon sashimi (it was like butter, oh my gosh, I could have had three plates of it by myself!), sushi rolls (made with avocado, sweet omelette and cucumber – normally I hate cucumber) and tempura prawns. It was so yummy – definitely going back next time we’re in Sydney; and going early – last time we went at 2:30pm, and they were no longer adding things to the train and the choices weren’t as delicious.

We made an attempt to go to the new La Duree store, but it was crazy – at least 100 people lined up and waiting. I would have loved, loved, loved some of their macaroons but we didn’t have time to wait. So we went to Bon Bons Chocolates instead, and Mum treated us both to a chocolate out of the glass case (hers had an amarina cherry in the middle, mine had almond and raspberry cream. It was mind blowing) and nabbed some cocoa-dried-cherries and mini-chocolate frogs.

We also picked up two small Christmas gifts – one for my sister, and a stocking-stuffer for me. We tried out some Bose headphones, and my mother was amazing (she’s been using the Apple earbuds. I’ve had a pair of Bose that I got on sale five years ago, that are pretty beat up. A new pair is on my birthday list! We peeked into Gorman in the Galleries Victoria and drooled over… well, everything. We walked passed the new Samsung store, and yes, it is terribly reminiscent of the Apple Store, and not in a good way. In a ‘nyah-nyah’ kind of way.

And on the way to the hotel my mother and sister were staying at, we had a peek in Tiffany and Co! I’ve put aside my birthday and Christmas money for several years, plus a gift card from my parents, to save up for a silver Tiffany Key necklace. They are just so beautiful. Next time Mum and I are in Sydney, I’m going to pick it out, I think. There were so many lovely things there.

Then we headed to the hotel, and had a cocktail each whilst we waited for my sister and father to appear. We watched the hotel set up some serious security (police sweeping the bathrooms with bomb and metal detectors! That rattled me quite a bit) along with an xray machine. It was crazy. Something big must have been happening in the ballroom.

After that, my father and I headed home to some Thai take away and Thor on DVD.

I love going to Sydney for the day. Just hope I have a little more spending money next time.

A Long Weekend

Wow. The weekend was kind of crazy.  -_-*

Thursday: Mum went up to the hospital for seven hours with severe dehydration. My sister went with her, and I stayed how to feed the pets and get some sleep, since we were meant to be going to Sydney early Friday morning (we didn’t know that Mum would be up there quite so long. She left just after 4pm, I expected her to be home by 9pm. She didn’t get home until 12am.) I ordered pizza for tea, and my dad yelled and bitched and complained because we had no white bread or potatoes for his dinner; he wanted meat and vegetables. Apparently potatoes are the only vegetable in the world. By 10pm, I was crying because he was so nasty :sob: . At 11pm, I fell down our concrete laundry stairs and cracked my bad knee (I’ve done something horrible to the muscles in my right thigh, so that all the tendons are getting trapped … or something. It’s super painful and feels like felt ripping every time I walk).

Friday & Saturday: My mother and sister undertake a massive, incredible, huge task of cleaning out our laundry and the kitchen. We had so much stuff we don’t use anymore. We have two giant bags of things to donate to the animal shelter (beds, coats, blankets, bowls and food) and two giant bags of food to give to one of my sister’s university friends. Plus five huge bags of things that couldn’t be donated, recycled or repaired. It’s crazy, we have so much space! I spent most of my Saturday cleaning out my tiny closet of a bedroom and studying.

Sunday: Oh man. Part of the ctazy-laundry-clean was because we were ‘interviewing’ a dog for a possible adoption. Meya is a 2 year old beagle that was being rehomed. Now, we originally had one sort of beagle – they had hunting instincts but were ultimately affectionate, friendly and obedient dogs. We got a pair of white rabbits, Blossom and Harriet, when Molly was roughly 10 years old and Bella was 8. Normally, beagles hunt rabbits. But we managed to introduce our rabbits to the beagles to the point where they liked them and considered them pack of the ‘pack’ (well, when they got out, Bella like to herd them, but she never hurt them. Molly was better, She’d get in their pen with them and just lie down with them.

Meya was taller than Molly and Bella were, and full of energy. We were leaning towards no in the first fifteen minutes, but it was when she made eye contact with Harriet that it was a firm and fast no. Then she worked out our neighbours had guinea pigs. She was determined to have two guinea pigs and a rabbit for lunch (and I learnt that the old gate between us and our neighbours’ property isn’t as strongly blocked off as I thought (next time we go to the hardware shop, we’ll have to get some kind of bolt or something). We quickly put Harriet back in her cage on the verandah and blocked off access to the verandah completely. We couldn’t keep her – we could never leave her alone with a rabbit on the property and the guinea pigs next door. It would end in tragedy. (It didn’t help that she was frightened of our cats and once she realised we had five of the scary, fluffy things, she waited at the gate for ‘Mum’ to return.  XD

Alls well that ends well, though: Mum learnt that we’re not ready for another dog and that she’d like a puppy she can train to suit herself, and Meya’s owner made the decision to keep her, since we couldn’t take her, and the first family she visited were… well, idiots (they had a toddler and another beagle in a townhouse with a courtyard. Beagles need land or roughly 10km of exercise a day. Anything else is cruel.)

The only vaguely amusing thing was that the owner brought her daughter and she went to City School. Mum mentioned that my sister went to Another City School and the daughter glared and sneered at my sister and I the entire time. God, we are ALL in our 20s. Who cares where we all went to school? Grow up, no one cares about high school rivalry anymore. :nyah:

And now, today? My knee is going again – I can feel the clicking, the next stage is the muscle ‘ripping’ sensation. My father is still an ass, my printer refuses to scan and the software updates are for a newer OS release than I have and I think the frelling optical drive in my Mac Mini has died on me.  :pissed: So I can’t even dig out the original printer CD and reinstall from that because the drive is probably dead OR install the software for my DSLR. (I wasn’t going to install it at all, then I figured I better since I know diddily squat about photography and DSLRs and cutting corners is always a bad idea.)

I don’t want to have to go to the local Apple Store. :tantrum: I know and dislike several of the Geniuses – wouldn’t trust them with a glass of water, let alone my computer. This blows. I’d say next week HAS to be better but at this week I will end up at the Apple Store and that will not improve my mood at all. Upside: at least I’ve got repairs covered. Nothing would tick me off more than having to have the same problem repaired twice in twelve months and have to pay for it (last time, the quote for repairs came to more than I paid for the actual computer and the monitor… and the keyboard and mouse. Luckily, it was within warranty.)

Long Days

Every year, I think to myself that life has to get better. That I can’t be more unhappy, that my home life can’t get more miserable, than it already is. And every single damn time, I am wrong. Things can get worse.

In August, we lost one of our rabbits, Domi, but also our 18 year old beagle, Molly. That was like a suckerpunch, honestly. I’ve lived more years with Molly than without her. She came to us this sad, neglected little two year old beagle who didn’t understand toys, bones or why there were three excited little girls crowding around her; she arrived the day after my 11th birthday, and one of my friends was staying over.

And she came with us, across two states and at least half a dozen moves, if not more. She was a beautiful, wonderful dog and she just… wore out in the end. She had various medical problems but in the end, she was just old.

Plus, my dad is living with us at the moment. He is really hard to live with. Like, he gets really angry and nasty when he can’t find specific things to eat. He doesn’t ask us to buy them or buy them himself, he just expects them to appear. It’s sure as hell not helping my depression. I’m getting worse again.

And my sister moved home from Sydney. Wow, that’s been a shock to the system. On one hand, we are really similar, which causes us to clash but also bond. So similar, I find myself saying things with a similar inflection to my sister and not realise it until I’ve said it. Or I’ll make a gesture that she makes.

On then other hand, we’re different. Very different. She’s lived away from home for five years – two years at boarding school, three years at university – by herself. We’ve both got different experienes, different ‘codes’ of behaviour, and I just feel very hunted and crowded with her home. `

So, yes, August has been hard. And my sister is home indefinitely, my father has no jobs coming up that will take him away from home, so I’m stuck in this horrid environment, making me sick and sadder.

On one hand, I’m so ready to live by myself, by my own rules and have a life after being stuck in an unhappy place for so long. On the other hand, I am so goddamned terrified. I like to plan and outline and prepare myself and every little detail. That’s way harder to do when it’s just me by myself.

And right now I’m tired, angry at my father (it has been a very long night) and waiting for my mother and sister to get home and waiting for my naughty, evil little cat to come home.

Tomorrow’s another day, I guess.

The Third Thing

It’s been a garbage few days, honestly. Domi died, and then I dropped my glasses case as I was getting into the car. They were still there when we got home, but Mum had driven over them as we left.

Thankfully, my Versace case took one for the team, and whilst it is crushed beyond repair, my glasses were only slightly bent. Your sacrifice was not in vain, Versace case! I haven’t been wearing my new glasses all the time at the moment, and at that moment I was SO glad, because if I had been, it would have been them in my case and they have bigger, plastic frames and definitely wouldn’t have survived. So, the glass is definitely half full.

Anyway, things happen in threes. So what was my third thing?

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A No Good, Very Bad Day

Today was so very, very long. And short. And just awful and dreadful.

Mum went to check on our rabbits about 11am and found out that Dominic had passed away some time last night :sob: . Mum just reached in to pick him up and he was stiff. It took me ages to go out and even look at him, honestly.

We don’t know what caused him to pass away – he did have several health issues that, whilst we were managing them, were incurable. The medication that he was on was bad long-term, but apparently had no alternative. He was also almost seven years old. Some suggestions have been some kind of virus or infection, his health issues catching up with him… and most likely manifested in the form of a heart-attack.

Dominic was a Mother’s Day present to my Mum more than six years ago. I’m just heartbroken and feel like I’ve been suckerpunched. He’s been with us so long and was still so happy, even with his problems.

I don’t have a photograph on this computer, but I’ll get one tomorrow. Poor little man.

There was going to more, but I’ve made myself sad, so I’m going to take my wheat-bag-sheep and curl up in bed. Give all your pets a big cuddle for me. :ohdear:

Chaos Theory

The last week has been completely ridiculous.

I missed my website’s tenth anniversary since my domain registrar botched my renewal last time (I paid for three years, they charged the credit card twice and then only charged me for two, apparently. They, of course, admitted no fault at all. Combine that with the fact that despite repeatedly changing my email in the management panel, they didn’t. So it was a panicked and frustrating two hours on Thursday night, trying to renew it and a long, long list of other fuck-ups and I can’t wait to transfer, honestly).

On Saturday, I went to the Sydney Manga and Anime Show (SMASH). It was awesome, and I got a ton of photos this time, mostly of the Cosplay Competition which was so much fun! I even bought a few things – including a black cat ear headband; I’ve wanted one of those for years XD

I have an essay due on Friday that I had to start tomorrow, so I’ll process and post my photos this weekend, along with the couple that I salvaged from Supanova in June.

I also have to go to Sydney on Wednesday for a haircut despite the uni work and the fact I am exhausted.

So exhausted that I’m headed to bed with a cup of a tea and a book any minute now :sleepy:

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Oh hai July. How’s it hanging?

It’s been a seriously exhausting few weeks. First, my lecturer at uni was replaced, along with the first assessment’s question, so I had to rewrite my 1500+ words and the new lecturer is super strict about… well, everything, Word count, font choice, formatting… ugh. And I totally blew the damn word count – with my bibliography, it was closer to 2k.  -_- As long as I pass, I’m happy. Thank god for an education system that is designed around the minimum possible requirements.

And it’s officially school holidays here. Which means instead of hearing the neighbours scream between the hours of 5am-9am and 3pm onwards, I get them twenty-four-seven. I know that kids make noise, and I can totally live with normal kid noise. But my neighbours have practically patented spoilt-brat screaming temper tantrums. The eldest and the mother. At all hours of the day and night.  :pissed: My kingdom for one full night of sleep where I’m not woken up by an enormous screaming match from next door.

My father and sister totally frelling screwed up a planned trip to Sydney, as well. Mum and I had a free night in the most amazing hotel, and I was going to get my hair done in time for SMASH 2012. My sister was meant to come home to look after my mother’s old dog, the cats and the rabbits, but despite knowing about our plans for weeks, proceeded to cry over an essay she hadn’t finished – which she’d also known about for weeks – and wanted to stay in Sydney. My father isn’t very patient with… well, anyone, so we couldn’t leave the dog at home with him, so we had to cancel. We lost the free night at the hotel, and I can’t get my hair done until after SMASH now, but at least my sister and father got what they wanted.

I’m still pretty ticked at my sister, honestly. I live in a constant state of being pissed off at my father, so nothing changed there. Things are pretty shitty, though, when you’re getting used to being disappointed by half your family.  :ohdear:

On a lighter note, I did take advantage of the EOFY sales. I finally got a new printer, since it was more expensive to get a new power cord than a whole new unit. It’s an HP multi-function, which is what my old one was. It has the coolest touch-screen control panel, it double-side prints without a separate attachments, and the ink cartridges are so skinny! I’m very easy to please XD I also finally own my own suitcase – a 65cm American Tourister Prismo in pink! I got it for half-price, which makes it even more awesome.

And… that’s what has happened in the last ten days. Mostly suck, but a little bit of win. So far, plans for July involve rewriting another essay, SMASH (the Sydney Anime and Manga Show) on Saturday the 14th, and back to Sydney on the 18th for my erstwhile haircut.

Something to look forward to; that’s always important.

Memetime!

Supanova was awesome :marryme:. Like, amazing and fun and silly and just plain incredible. I loved every moment of i! I’ll definitely be returning next year… and every year! In costume! (Even my sister is dressing up next year, which means it was pretty amazing.) I have photos that I’ll upload tomorrow with a proper post XD

So, here’s a meme from Amanda at MomBurntDinner.

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Supanova

So.

I’m going to Supanova Sydney tomorrow with my very patient sister for no other reason than I want to. It was kind of a spur of the moment ‘I want to have a life’ decision. Dad’s driving me to Sydney tomorrow morning, and I’m coming home on the train Sunday. Fun fun. Kind of nervous though – crowds do that to me. But I am hoping to come back with oodles of random fandom crap XD

So yes, my first con, whee!

Down for the Count

Well, needless to say, I was super duper sick. The bug bites on my legs, well, some of them had gone black with infection and I saw my doctor on Monday. Now I’m on extra strong antibiotics (that are making me feel terrible) and bandaging up my leg twice a day. I’m still quite ill, honestly, but my leg is so, so much better but recovery is slow, which sucks because I was hoping to go to Sydney to see Vivid this weekend, but it seems like I might have to have a quiet week at home.

I’ve also fallen behind in Nanowrimo, as well. Roughly 6,000 words, I think. I’ll have to get stuck into my Nano this weekend I catch up, plus get ahead since I have one university assessment due on the 20th, plus Mum and I are going to Sydney for one day around the 27th.

And that’s really it. Life is pretty dull when you’ve been as ill as I have been -_-

Camp Nanowrimo is Kicking My Butt

A flying entry today, because I am seirously sick and seriously tired. I got some bug bites on the back of one of my legs last week – I mean, it’s winter here, I didn’t think I had to worry about biting bugs in the cold. But they got me, and got me good. And unfortunately, they got seriously, seriously infected. The leprosy jokes were all fun and games -_- , as were the natural bite balms but they got worse and now I am seriously ill. Mum was even talking about going up to the hospital earlier, but I am positive I can hold out until tomorrow, when I can see my GP.

And I’ve been chipping away at my Nanowrimo work. I’m trying so hard to stay ahead, since I’m hoping to go to Sydney this Friday until Sunday, and I doubt I’ll get much writing done whilst I’m there, so I’m determined. I’m meeting my personal word count goals so far, but honestly, tonight it was like getting blood from a stone. I hope that’s not a sign that my plot is too thin, or that the rest of the month is going to be a struggle. And to think, I’m planning to do three rounds of Nanowrimo this year – June, August and November :dead:

To top everything off, it was my delightful, wonderful, funny mother’s birthday today and I was too sick to do anything! And her present hasn’t arrived! I did, however, manage to get the pizza guys to write ‘happy birthday’ on the box, and put a sparkler in our dessert tart, so maybe it wasn’t a total fail. And since Mum has a cold (what a birthday!), when we’re both better, we’re going out to lunch and I’ll shower Mum with all the love and gifts I had intended to give her today.

Now, my fingers are going kind of numb from all the typing I’ve done today, so I am off to load a book on the iPad and curl up in bed. Hope everyone is particularly snuggly in bed tonight :love:

Bring It On, June!

I cannot believe that it’s June already. Or almost June, at least.

June is a lot of things. On Sunday, my mum’s birthday. Plus university has started up again, finally. And I’ve discovered Camp Nanowrimo is run in June and August, plus the main event in November, and I really, really want to participate in all three events, so I have at least one manuscript done and ready to prepare for sending out by this summer. I guess that means that blogging might be rather thin for June. I haven’t even written out my outline yet, argh. I have so many ideas that just don’t quite fit together. I need a mental hammer and chisel, honestly.

On the topic of getting things done, Mum and I went to pick me out a new mattress yesterday. I was hoping for an opportunity to bounce on something like the seven year old I really am, but the showroom less factory and more shop than I expected. And I was stunned – everyone raves about how awesome latex beds are, how comfy and long-lasting, plus hypo-allergenic. I thought they were super uncomfortable – like I was stuck in place and couldn’t more! I did find a super squishy spring-mattress that will be coming home when the pay-day gods and the bed frame suppliers’ timetables align. Tis very exciting  :oops: I can’t imagine what a double bed will feel like – I honestly never thought we’d be able to get one into this room! I expected a day-bed set up, especially since I’m headed to Sydney. Nope, an utterly beautiful double bed!

I really have to get my butt into gear tomorrow. My bedroom still looks like a war zone and there’s no way I can write or study with drawings, books, dvds and clothes stacked on every surface. Winter always makes me sluggish and slack.

And speaking of sluggish, I am off to tuck myself into bed with a book.  :good:

Liar, Liar

I’m not a confrontational person. I hate confrontation, loathe it entirely. I spent my entire childhood and most of my teenage years taking garbage from people when I should have spoken up for myself. But in the last few years, I’ve grown a bit of a spine. I still hate confrontations but I can stand up for myself.

At least, I thought I could.

This afternoon, Mum and I went to the supermarket. After we finished, I took the trolley back to the car to unload and Mum went upstairs to the bathroom. The car was parked down the street, with no one parked behind my mother’s car. I unpacked the trolley and then got into the passenger seat, and got my phone out and started to play with it.

And then the car was jolted.

It’s hard to say how quickly my mind went from, “what?!” to “OMFG, someone hit the car!” And I honestly can’t remember if I looked in the side mirror or turned around, but I saw the older lady pulling in behind us. I put down my phone and got out of the car, hoping to god that Mum was on her way back, and was about sixty metres away, and I waved her over, but the older lady – who will be known as the harpy – was trying to get away as fast as she could.

Mum had no idea what had happened, so I sucked up my courage and said, “Excuse me, did you just hit my mother’s car?” Only, it wasn’t really a question. I was shocked and feeling sick at the idea she’d damaged my mother’s car – we’re about to trade it in.

And she denied it! Not only did she deny it, she was very defensive and aggressive, so much so that it was obvious that she was lying. She was just so nasty and unpleasant. So as she walked away, I took a photo of her number plate, which brought her back. And she got stuck into me again, starting by telling me she didn’t like me taking photos of her car without her there but she couldn’t stop me (nope!) and kept insisting that she hadn’t hit  Mum’s car and that the chipped paint was clearly from, “lifting groceries out of the car”. Nope, that’s where your number plate hit my mother’s car, you old crank

The worst part is that she made me feel like the one in the wrong, and made me second guess myself afterward. .

The thing is, the damage is irritating but negligible. It was the nastiness and the lying that pissed me off and turned this into an incident. I mean, don’t deny what you did, lady. I saw you, I felt the car move and I know you thought that the car was empty, and that it was a nasty shock to find out there was a witness. But all you had to do was apologise. Honestly, a genuine apology would have been all we needed, because this sort of incident has happened to us before. And honestly? I think an insurance company would laugh themselves hoarse if we made a claim on the ‘damage’.

The thing is, this nastiness and aggression is just  typical of so many people in my town. Anything to get away with something. It makes me really angry, because if we’d bumped the Harpy’s car, you know she would have verbally abused and threatened us until she got bored. There’s no way she would have taken it as calmly as we did.

Argh, just thinking about it makes me angry again! At least I can say I actually called her on her actions and it went as well as confronting a cranky, snobby old harpy like her could go. And I’m a firm believer of karma; what goes around comes around.

Not The Plan

I had big plans today.  :geek:

I was going to get up and head to the gym. Then I was going to come home and reorganise my wardrobe and bookcase, maybe add to the garage sale or donation piles. Then I was going to blog about my Mother’s Day weekend and then whip my SLR out for some practice. Plus, I noticed that my Twitter feed has vanished from my sidebar, so I wanted to fix that.

And then I got out of bed. Ugh. :dead: My lower back, near my left hip is in agony. I don’t even need to guess what caused it – my bed is a total wreck. At least four moves combined with my sister and father heaving and throwing themselves on my bed during ‘visitation’, that not only has the mattress and the springs died, the actual base is bent and cracked. I’ve been trying to live with it, since I can’t afford a new bed but I think I might just have to bite the bullet because the pain I’m in hasn’t even been dulled with Advil. Luckily, Mum got me into the physio for tomorrow morning. One thing I definitely know – no one is so much as touching my new bed and mattress -_-. I show so much respect to both my property and others’, but apparently that isn’t the case with half of my family.

So, I’ll be shouldering the plans for tomorrow, hopefully and curling up with a heat pack and a book on the iPad, I think.

Quite frankly, this totally sucks.  :ohdear:

Mothering Sunday

Since I have a bedroom that is completely trashed, spent half an hour dealing with the appalling design of the Open Universities Australia website and their incompetent, patronising and sexist telephone monkeys (and discovered a $600+ refund on my account! Plus, got my enrollment in with 29 minutes to spare, boo yeah!) and am totally lacking in medication, I shall make this short.

My best wishes and love for all the mothers out there, no matter how sanctimonious, idiotic or ridiculous you seem to the rest of the internet slash western world. We salute you and will resume mocking you behind your back in roughly eleven minutes.  :love:

Another One Of Those Days

It’s been cold today. Not quite cold enough for one of my new knit skirts and tights (plus the top that goes with those skirts hasn’t arrived yet :ohdear:) It doesn’t help that inside our house is ten degrees colder than the outside. At least I have my beloved ugg boots (fyi, I had Ugg Australia Cardy Knit boots and they are worth every cent. Seriously, I have had other brand of uggs, and they were garbage compared to this pair.)

Mum and I got home this afternoon to find out that our elderly beagle, Molly, wasn’t doing so well. She was miserable looking and dazed. And then she walked into the bathroom and passed a puddle of blood. It was bad. We took her down to the emergency vet down the road, and they’re keeping her until tomorrow – pumping her full of painkiller, fluids and medication. They think one of her long-term medications (poor Molly has a lot of medical problems, sadly) has started stripping her intestines et al :ohno: . But one of her blood test results has come back abnormal, so we’re still worried. I mean, she’s almost 17 years old. I just hope that by tomorrow, she’s better and ready to come home, not just be transferred to her regular vet.

Mum’s sad and worried about Molly, so we had a quiet dinner – pad thai and spicy fish, take away. It was strange without the geriatric beagle wandering around and getting stuck into corners, and to save her from three of the cats.

It seems like we have emergencies like this far too often. Poor little puppy dog.  :sob:

It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Winter

It seemed like spring was going to go on forever just over a week ago – I was wearing thongs and a tank top, it was sunny and lovely, and we could still have breakfast on the balcony (that sounds much fancier than it really is XD). But now, my beloved pink Ugg boots are out, and have been joined by bed socks, long pj bottoms, leggings and knit skirts. I’m hoping to add a few new winter skirts and some long sleeved tops to my winter wardrobe.

It’s just gotten so cold so fast. For the first time ever, I’ve been the first one to ask Mum to light the pilot light on the heater (don’t ask me, I have no idea how the darn thing works) and I broke out the hot chocolate mix a week or so ago for the year.  :oops:

What is totally bugging me is how bad most of the winter clothing I’ve found in stores is over-priced, ugly or both. And because the seasons are opposite overseas, it’s super difficult finding things to order online. Last year, I tried layering my clothing – summer skirts and tank tops with leggings and cardigans looked okay but wasn’t quite as warm as I hoped – and last winter was rather mild. This winter is already freezing, and it is only April! (Well, practically May. Only eight more hours  XD).

And with winter comes lots of not so fun things – getting up at ridiculous and icy hours for the gym (well, 7am certainly feels ridiculous to me -_-*), I start university again (two classes I am not looking forward to, honestly :cranky: I’ve failed one class twice because I was so ill. The lecturer never replied to me to when I tried to contact her about my health. The other just has dreadful assignments) and the entire yard spends three months going between soggy and potential rice paddy – not to mention the rain that makes the pool overflow.

Now I think about it, winter doesn’t sound particularly fun at all. I think I might go give my bar heater a scrub and get her ready for tonight  :dead:

An Accidental Haircut

I seem to be missing at least 35% of my hair. Tres dramatic, aren’t I? XD

I had my first haircut on Wednesday in 18 months. It was bad – my hair, that is. It looked like a dead marsupial. The bottom eight inches, roughly, were dried out and dead, covered in split ends and just plain horrible. I looked like a Mormon Sister Wife or some sort of horrible cult member. So, Mum and I went to Sydney and I got my haircut (a friend of my mother’s owns the most awesome salon in Chatswood).

I knew that I’d have to have a lot cut off, since it was so ratty, but wow. It’s all gone. It used to fall to my butt, now it falls to my bust. It’s shiny and soft and layered around my face, but I feel so naked and light. I’m happy but kind of agitated. I’m still planning on growing it long and dip-dying it this summer.

Mum and I splurged a little in Sydney – she got a pair of orange jeans, some boots and a bottle of perfume she’s been looking for for ages. I got a lipstick (Chanel, palest pink and slightly shimmery – it’s half lipstick, half gloss and beautiful!), a Momiji doll for my collection (the white and gold angel ‘Robin’ from 2010) and three books – Someone Else’s Life by Katie Dale, Bright Young Things by Anna Godbersen and a signed copy of Coraline by Neil Gaiman (for anyone interested, they had a stack of signed copies on a shelf for fifteen dollars. I thought that was a pretty cool thing to own, especially since I’ve wanted to read Coraline for awhile now.) Tragically, I’ve read them all in two days and now I need to put in a book order because I am obsessed with reading at the moment. I’ve always loved it, but right now I’m just desperate for more and more books.

And now for a tres exotic Saturday night – pjs, the iPad and watching the Melbourne Comedy festival, then early to bed. It’s such an exciting life  :lol:

Back To Your Regularly Scheduled Program …

It seems that April has snuck up on me. 2012 seems to be happening on fast-forward, honestly.  I turn around and eleven days of April are already gone. We’ll call it an unscheduled blogging break and keep going from here, okay?  -_-*

Life is kind of strange at the moment. I went to Sydney with my mother, overnight, and stayed in my sister’s apartment whilst she stayed here and held down the fort. We had a great time – at least, I did. I wrote a list of all the things I needed to do in Sydney, from looking at the new shoes to picking up a new Sims 3 expansion. Easter passed with a slightly lower level of dysfunction that normally plagues my family, thank god.

And now winter has hit. It’s currently absolutely pouring rain, a dark sky made darker with rain clouds and freezing – my ugg boots came out of ‘storage’ (read: out from under my chair) last night. Winter is finally here and I’m not exactly jumping for joy. I prefer cold but not rainy to all-out downpour. But since it is raining, I bought myself a gorgeous new umbrella

A Jonathan Adler umbrella, and I love it – it should arrive tomorrow, at which point it will stop raining because Life enjoys mocking me in that way. I just love the pattern – it reminds me of fish scales and that beautiful Japanese paper I get at the art shop. There is nothing more awesome than a brightly coloured umbrella during a rainy day.

Another thing bugging me at the moment is our neighbours. They are a very loud family – loud as in the seven year old girl and mother think screaming tantrums are perfectly acceptable at any time of the day or night, and the four year old boy is joining in as well. Which means I get woken up anywhere from 4:30am onwards from two tantrum throwing kids who need a good kick and a mother who chooses to scream back at them. It means I have to do most of my sleeping when the 7 year old is in school, which is not healthy. I think I’m going to have to say something to them, because the amount of murderous screaming that goes on is disturbing the entire street. (The next time I hear that girl screaming, ‘NO NO NO’, I’m going to hang out the bathroom window and scream, “Yes, YES, YES!!’ back at her. Then we’ll see what happens. :evil:)

I’ve also been spending a lot of time over on Goodreads – I’ll link to my profile later. I’ve also started a 50 (New) Books in 2012 challenge, and am 16 books in, which is crazy, since I only started in March. Out of those 16 books, only one of them sucked beyond all measure, so I think that’s a pretty good ‘awesome book’ percentage.

I’m also been working on my newest project – turning Written-Word.Org into a writing slash YA novel review site. Honestly, coding WordPress themes hasn’t quite clicked yet. I can code HTML and even a little PHP and CSS in my sleep, but WordPress eludes me. I guess that means I need more practice. So it will take longer to set up than I anticipated but that also gives me more time to come up with content. I also need to get my ass into gear and get my professional site and a business card designed and ready to go. I’ve got until late May before university classes start back up, which should be plenty of time.

Now I have a big bowl of udon and some allergy pills waiting for me; I know, I know, it’s a drunken whirligig of fun here tonight  XD

Glass Half Full

Despite the things in my life that aren’t so crash hot at the moment (being sick, recovering from illness, my father still living at home, being unemployed and seriously broke), there are things that I’m seriously looking forward to.

On Thursday, Mum and I headed to Sydney overnight, to stay in my sister’s apartment. I love going to Sydney, especially with my Mum. We always have an awesome time. I love messing around with Instagram whilst in Sydney – I always get the best shots, plus the Kinokuniya bookshop is basically my happy place. I’m really looking forward to it.  :love:

Mum’s got a hair appointment (one of her friends owns a salon in the city), so I get to roam about the CBD, having a look around. Honestly, I’ll definitely be hitting up Apple (I want to replace my now-defunct Toshiba laptop with a Macbook Pro in a few months), the aforementioned Kinokuniya and winding my way through the new Westfield Centrepoint, to find interesting shops. I can’t wait!

The other thing I am so looking forward to is new furniture! It was a rather round about decision – I found a slightly-cheaper iPad 3 on sale, and we went in and put ourselves on the wait-list. But when I went home, I was super freaked out about spending eight hundred plus dollars on something that I really, really wanted but really didn’t need. I mean, there are so many things I absolutely need – a new laptop, a new Wacom stylus, new bedroom furniture… So Mum and I decided to take my name off the wait list and spend money elsewhere.

On bedroom furniture! On the weekend, I picked out a wardrobe and chest of drawers I utterly love, and brought how measurements to make sure that they fit into my little bedroom. Except, when Mum was helping me flip my mattress, we discovered that not only is my mattress dead, so is my bed.  -_-* So I get to pick out a brand new double bed (I got my last bed when I was roughly 15/16 and I never bothered considering a double bed since my room is so small, but Mum thinks that I can absolutely get a double bed. So exciting!)

I’ll most likely get the bed and mattress first, and lay-buy the wardrobe and chest of drawers. It’s just so exciting! We’ve never really had proper furniture in our house – I didn’t get my first desk until I was 17 – because my father is weird.

And, since Mum got the name of a reliable painter, hopefully the bedrooms will be painted this year  :marryme:

Easter Plans

So, the Great Festival of Chocolate – also known as Easter – falls on April 6 to 9 this year. It seems both super late this year but it also seems to have come upon me quite quickly. I’m planning on drawing my mother a portrait of a bunny and maybe a nice box of chocolates.

Mia (my sister) told Mum today that her friend Kayla might be coming to stay for Easter. Which is cool, of course, but strange – we don’t have guests very often. Since we’ve lived in this house, I’ve only had one friend stay over. Mia did have one boarding school friend I’ll call S, who stayed for awhile. She was… a piece of work. Very spoilt, she was kind of pushy and rude – she’d barge into my room without knocking, she’d demand to play my computer games whilst I was playing them and argh! Manners really are important – a simple ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ goes a long way.

But Kayla’s nice, I’ve met her. I just hope we can practice family harmony whilst she is here – which translates loosely into ‘I hope my father behaves like a human being rather than a spectacular douchebag’. If nothing else, it will make for some interesting blogging.

I’m also hoping to see my grandmother over Easter Weekend – I’m hoping to make her some cupcakes, and convince my Mum to make her delicious chocolate cake with raspberries and cream, and decorated with tiny chocolate eggs (my grandmother loves sweets, it’s funny to see how excited when we bring lollies). The problem is that if we take lunch and dessert to my grandmother’s and my aunt and uncle show up, they’ll help themselves and probably take most of it home with them, which I find infinitely rude.

But that’s a rant for another day. I just hope my family can suck it up and behave like humans for Easter. That would be nice.

February Blues

So, February. February was dreadful. I’ll start with all the medical stuff that happened.

Surgery doesn’t really bother me. My surgeries were very minor but I did get butterflies. I actually felt nervous that I wasn’t feeling nervous :idea:

The night before Surgery #2 (Surgery #1 can be found here), I heard a funny noise in the bathroom. My mother’s dog, Molly, is very old and tends to roam during the night and if it goes on too long, one of us gets up to check on her. I thought the sound was Molly but I just knew that wasn’t a normal night noise.

I was right. It was the sound of my mother fainting and cracking her head – her left eye, to be precise – against our marble bathroom counter. And there was blood smeared everywhere, my mother was in hysteria-shock. I took one look at the cut and the blood, and how disoriented my mother was and called 000 for an ambulance. Head injuries can be incredibly dangerous.

The operator and ambulance officers, not to mention the staff and doctors, were all really nice and calm. But when my mother is begging for a glass of water and rocking from misery, not ambulance could get there fast enough.

It turned out that she was dehydrated due to a virus, but we spent eight hours up at the ER for them to rehydrate her and glue the laceration closed. So, I had to cancel my surgery.

As a sidenote, I look at the positives – my moher didn’t do any lasting damage, and I got to call 000 and ride in the back of the ambulence for the first time of my life. Glass half full, definitely.

I rescheduled surgery, and when it finally did go ahead, it wasn’t too bad. I told them that I’m really sensitive to anaesthetic and they finally found something that worked without making me sick or freak out. I woke up humming ‘Secret Tunnel’ from Avatar the Last Airbender (look it up on Youtube, I’m sure the nurses had a good old laugh) and feeling surprisingly good. And the results were good! So I guess even the crappy stuff works itself out.

I’ve still got blood tests and scans to have done for various specialists but it looks like the majority of the major medical tests are over, which I am profoundly grateful for.

Christmas Eve 2011

(Wow is this late. It’s been one of those weeks and, quite frankly, I was hoping I’d have my DSLR by now  :idea: But alas, not until next weekend. If I get time over the next few days, I’ll take my pictures with my Lumix.)

Anyway, Christmas Eve was chaotic, as you could probably tell from my Christmas To Do List. I got two batches of cupcakes made, only because I was being conservative with the eggs and butter, as well as the cupcake liners. my cupcake recipe takes four eggs and 225g of butter per batch. I get 20+ cupcakes from the recipe depending on how big they are, so I made the decision to just do two, and ended up with almost sixty cupcakes. When I went to ice the cakes, though, I found out we had very little icing sugar. I iced a few and then had to wait… resulting in the fact that the majority of the cupcakes were never iced.  :ohno:

I made a glorious attempt to make star-shaped ornaments/gift tags for my grandmothers out of Fimo but I used FimoAir, and it sort of turned styrofoam-y and the silver paint highlighted all the unevenness, so that was put aside. I’ll try again next year, with oven-baked Fimo. I also really want one of those alphabet stamp kits, because I think that would look much nicer than hand-writing in black pen on an ornament. I’ve actually wanted one for years and never knew where to look until I found a lady selling them on Etsy.

Ahem, I also managed to finish my Christmas cards, clean the bedroom, wrap my gifts… plus Mum and I had to pick up sushi for tea, the traditional Christmas flowers, wrap even more gifts and finish off the gingerbread house. It wasn’t complete and assembled until New Year’s Eve (the gingerbread house deserves a post of it’s own. It is hilarious and awe-inspiring.)

We also got the news that my paternal grandparents couldn’t see us until Boxing Day, and my aunt managed to rig it so that we couldn’t see my maternal grandmother until the 27th of December, so we had Christmas Day at home together. On one hand, we were so tired it seemed like a god-send, on the other it was a bit of a let down. As a family, we have a lot of issues and having all four of us under the same roof on a holiday with some much build up is a recipe for disaster. I’m more agitated about my mother’s side of the family, and the way they continually disrespect her. But I digress.

I also added a few last minute decorations to the tree – I love our tree. When I was a child, Australians really didn’t use real trees. It was pretend all the way. My parents had this medium-sized white one that was yellowed by the time we replaced it with the huge pine one that is still as glorious today as it was fourteen years ago. And with all our decorations and lights on it, I swear it looks far better than any real tree ever could. (I should also point out for anyone getting their hackles up, that we did try a real tree when I was roughly 6 – and promptly that December in Australia is no place for a real tree and the heat just speeds up decomposition. I was extremely distressed that year at the sight of our Christmas tree dying.)

Hmm, I might do a separate Christmas tree post.

But the night wrapped up with my father arriving home from picking my sister up in Sydney (and promptly consuming my mother’s share of dinner  :angry:), a few last minute gifts being wrapped (my father is so lazy and arrogant that he had a gift for my mother in one of the bags of gifts I asked him to pick up for me and he simply expected me to notice it and wrap it without saying a word. I threw it out and when he mentioned it, had to go through my bin.  :cranky:) and ventured into the debate of what time to get up for presents the next morning (my sister never grew out of the Oh-My-God-It’s-Christmas! excitement :lol:)…

Well, that was Christmas…

… and I was sick again by Boxing Day. Abdominal pain is terribly debilitating :ohno: . Luckily, I have two specialists that I’m seeing (one on January 4th) that should help solve this problem. I was sick for most of 2011, and it’s so frustrating and exhausting, waking up every morning still miserable. 2012 has to be better!

But anyway, Christmas was lovely with a few minor irritants that I’ll get into tomorrow – I finally found my Lumix’s charger, so I’ll take some photos of our lovely tree (we have the most interesting collection of decorations) and my gifts. I cannot wait until I get my DSLR!

But anyway, I hope everyone had a lovely holiday.

My Christmas Eve Eve To Do List

When I was a kid, one of my friends coined the term ‘Christmas Eve Eve’. And that’s how I always think of the 23rd of December. Christmas Eve Eve. The last day of pre-preparations before the Last Day Before Christmas.

My family has a list of things that have to be done that is a mile long, and I’m already exhausted, having had a very long week. I’ve also discovered that roughly four scheduled posts haven’t been posted, so I have to had a fiddle with WordPress.

But by Christmas Eve night, I have to have…

  • Made Christmas cards for my mother, father and sister, as well as my maternal grandmother and paternal grandparents.
  • Cut out, spray-painted, written on and glazed handmade ornaments for both my grandmothers. (Huffah, I cut them all out and am now waiting for them to dry, which takes about a day.)
  • Wrapped all my gifts and some of my mother’s.
  • Made sure my bedroom, and possibly the lounge and dining rooms are utterly spotless for guests.
  • Add some last minute decorations to the tree.
  • Bake three batches (err, roughly 72) cupcakes (my vanilla cupcake recipe is to die for – like tiny clouds) and iced them.
I also need to…
  • Test one of the gifts for Mum
  • Find my camera and my camera charger (that sounds terrible; I’m positive my camera is in my drawer but haven’t had time to check.)
  • Charge my DSi (I’m getting Professor Layton!)
  • Order some of my Christmas gifts (a few things on my list aren’t available in Australia, so I’ll be grabbing them online – my mother’s not particularly au fait with online shopping. I’m not bothered that they won’t arrive until January – a gift is a gift and just as heartfelt two weeks after Christmas as it was Christmas Day. I think a lot of people forget that in the holiday crush.)

And as well as that, on Saturday Mum and I have to…

  • Head to the Fish Markets at 4am to pick up prawns for Christmas
  • Bake gingerbread
  • Ice gingerbread
  • Decorate and assemble a gingerbread house (the house itself is made, thankfully!)
  • Do the second round of Christmas groceries
  • Pick up a sushi platter
  • Pick up flowers
  • Make rocky road
  • Make chocolate cake
  • Finish an ice cream layer cake
  • Pack up and tidy my sister’s room
  • Move all the boxes on the verandah back into my sister’s room
  • Pick up my poor, sick rabbit Harriet from the vet (more on that in another post).
  • Pick up medication.
  • Prepare platters
  • Pick up my Xmas/Boxing Day shirt (I found this awesome top I really want to wear, but I needed a different size. Luckily, the shop is in the same complex as the supermarket, so I can just run upstairs and grab it.)

I just know I’m forgetting something. I’m so tired and everything has gone wrong for us today. I hope Christmas turns out well.

I hope I’m awake long enough to enjoy it.

A Few Things

I’m not sure if the gluten-free diet is helping. At this stage, I’m kind of hoping I’m not allergic to wheat because some of the gluten-free food is just awful. The cereal I got is like eating dry wall, and the bread has a consistency similar to cake or scones. There is a really nice bakery-cafe in town that specialises in gluten-free, but they are so expensive – one roll cost more than an entire loaf of normal bread. We’re going to look around the farmer’s markets tomorrow because almost all of the bread purveyors there are gluten-free, and there just has to be someone in this damn town that sells delicious, fairly priced gluten-free bread.  :sigh:

Before my birthday in early November, Mum and I went and looked at the DSLR camera I wanted. I chose a Canon model, had it written down and walked away. For the camera and two lenses for a beginner’s DSLR, they wanted $999, and that was the best price for it in Australia until yesterday (a certain ‘pay cash for less’ company was only willing to knock $19 off for cash which, frankly, would be how much petrol and ATM fees would cost anyway; they wanted $750+ for the body and a single lens).

I plugged the camera into Shop Bot Aus, and found my camera – body and two lenses for $550, or body and one lens for just over $400. You don’t need to guess where I’ll be purchasing my beloved DSLR. The best part is that all those nay-sayers whinging about Australians shopping overseas so we don’t have the pay the ridiculous mark up, this is an Australian site.  :evil: Australian retailers need to stop whining about not selling stock and realise that a 150%+ mark up is no longer the lay of the land. That a good profit can still be turned if they follow the recommended retail price. Hell, I’m even prepared to pay a small amount more to cover shipping costs. Just not hundreds of dollars more.

And since Mum and I are going to go and look at Christmas lights tonight  (they’ve just set some up in one of the parks), I have a few things I need to do. Things like charging my digital camera (this blog definitely needs some pictures that aren’t taken on my phone!), working on my essay, tidying up my bedroom and making my bed and finishing off my Christmas list. Plus I need to dash off an email to my sister about Christmas presents for my mother!

Christmas Shopping

I officially started my Christmas shopping today. November 27th. I am completely horrified.  -_-*

To be fair, they’re technically gifts my mother is giving. We picked up two super cool gifts for my sister and I (can’t say what they are in case my sister is reading) and I tracked down my Nintendo 3DS in pink. I managed to find it for under $190 in Australia, which is like a magic trick. I can’t wait.

And to top off the early-Christmas spirit around here, the Church next door had their Carols By Candlelight. We weren’t around for last year’s, but we heard they had some major preaching, which made many attendees (along with the minister) very unhappy, and they weren’t present this year. It was all about the kids – they even sang Miley Cyrus’ The Climb, which was fun.  :good:

It feels much closer to Christmas than it should, or it is.  :lol:

I’m Wearing My Uggs…

… and it’s November in Australia. Seriously.  November is meant to be almost uncomfortably hot. And yet, I’m sitting here in leggings, socks, ugg boots, a skirt, a tank top and a cardigan :crazy:. Looking at our fourth day of rain and grey skies, It’s terribly strange. I’m not complaining though; I don’t enjoy the stifling, angry heat we normally have.

I’m halfway through my final essay for the year, for university. I decided not to study over Christmas; the study program I’m apart of runs their program year-around, with only two days between semesters (except at Christmas/New Year, where we’re given an extra week between assignments that function as our holiday break), so I figured I earned a break. And my health is still completely wonky, combined with obscene heat and the fact my whole family will be home :angry: … well, that’s stressful without having schoolwork to do.

Mum and I are starting our Christmas shopping tomorrow – Pay Day! XD I’m super psyched – I tracked down a Nintendo 3DS for only twenty dollars less than Amazon is selling it for (unheard of in Australia) and it’s even in pink! I also finally get to order my ‘big’ birthday present – my beautiful DSLR. Mum and I have spent the last three days putting up the Christmas tree (more on that another day) and I can’t wait to post photographs. I’ve already found some camera accessories to add to my Christmas list  :lol:

Time to get back to essay-writing. 1500 words down, 1000 to go. -_-*

Friday Five: Moving

Friday Five for November 18th; All about Moving.

  1. When did you last move residences? 2006, I think it was. The year after I finished high school. My parents bought an old rectory to ‘do up’. And I’m moving to Sydney for school next year, which I’m actually kind of excited about (but mostly just terrified.)
  2. What song leaves you completely unmoved even though it seems everyone else is moved by it? This is a very strange question. I can’t think of any specific songs, but I don’t understand the appeal of Rihanna or Beyonce. Their songs are all the same. I’m also not much for Adele, but I do love the recent Glee mash-up of ‘Rumours’.
  3. On what kinds of mornings is it easiest for you to jump out of bed and get moving? When I’ve had very little sleep. I think I subconciously treat it like the faster I get through everything, the faster I get to nap.
  4. What object do you get most annoyed about when people move it without letting you know? My stuff. Specifically, my drawing books and pens. You wouldn’t think an A4 book with a bright pink cover could go missing, but it’s been gone for four months.
  5. In what way are you waiting on someone else to make a move? I wish my parents would just seperate and be done with it. Living with my dad – even just for three days, four nights a week – is making me sick. 

Pass Me a Pillow

My mother has spent the night in Sydney with my sister, which left me to hold down the fort. And baby-sitting one geriatric beagle, two rabbits and five cats with a wide selection of emotional issues. It’s… exhausting.

But I managed to feed and water all the animals, make endless trips outside to make sure the dog hadn’t fallen into the fountain or gotten stuck somewhere (or simply stopped in a corner; I found her next to one of the toilets, just staring and unwilling to leave) and still finished off the washing, tidied the kitchen and made myself dinner. But, somehow, I didn’t make it to bed until after 2am.

And then I needed to be up at 6am to release the cats from the laundry and make sure the dog could go outside for bathroom breaks. Then I went back to bed for four hours, and quite frankly, I’m contemplating a nap. Considering it’s almost 1pm and I’m still in my jammies, it wouldn’t be that hard. But for some reason, I need to get dressed before I nap. It feels less slothful that way.

But I digress. The dog, Molly, is very attached to Mum. Understandable since Molly is partially blind and deaf, with the canine equivalent of dementia and is known to have ‘turns’, so Mum is the most consistent factor in her life, the Master. I’m the Playmate. So Mum disappearing for a day is a Big Deal. For a small dog,she’s high maintenance. But we survived with no accidents, and she tucked herself into her bed in Mum’s room and I figured as long as I was up early enough to make sure she could go outside, it would be all good.

Except, I got up to find her asleep. On the kitchen floor. Waiting for Mum. I took her outside and went back to bed, only to get up hours later and find her asleep on the kitchen floor.

Waiting for Mum.

Just so sad.

The crazy thing is that even though she’s old and not the same energy filled Family Protector she once was (she almost bit my father for surprising her when she was younger. We’ve all had the urge to hurt my father, so it’s funny), I still feel better when she’s around. Our yard is huge, and we have a low fence, combined with the fact there’s a pub at the bottom of the street, it can get kind of creepy late at night. But the dog went walkabout, so I donned my thongs and grabbed a flickering torch and ventured out to find the dog. A shame the torch only shines about thirty centimetres in front of me, and not very well.

I was scared.

And then the elderly beagle appeared and I felt better. Because even if we got into trouble, it would be me protecting her, she still makes me feel safe. I hope that even with the mean cats and my frustration that I’m probably doing everything wrong, that she feels safe with me.

I shouldn’t blog when I’m tired. I think I’ll join her on the kitchen floor.

The Birthday Girl

I finally turned twenty-four. Gosh that feels old. I spend half my time feeling far too old, and half my time feeling about sixteen. And all my time feeling nervous. The age of twenty-three has kind of sucked. I’ve been sick since the end of February, and only now am I seeing a light at the end of the tunnel regarding my health, which is scary and sad.

But on to my birthday! XD I had an appointment with my trainer at 8am (!) which was completely unfair ;) After the gym, Mum treated me to one of my favourite breakfasts (I’ll add the recipe here one day) of yoghurt with honey, berries and yoghurt. It sounds kind of boring, but it’s delicious – like dessert for breakfast. Plus it is super healthy. Mum also treated me to the most delicious drink – a mango and blood orange frappe.

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