Saturday 9: Somebody That I Used to Know

Saturday 9: Somebody That I Used to Know

1. How do you feel when you realize that an impasse will cause a relationship (any type) to end?
Frustrated that it has come to that, second-guessing myself to see if I’m the one at fault or could have said or done something different, and then resigned.   :ohwell:

2. You’re planning a trip that would be an eight-hour car ride, a four-hour train ride, or a two-hour plane ride. With money and time being no object, which would you most likely choose and why?
Plane, easy. Trains aren’t always clean plus I have trouble sitting still for a two-hour train ride, let alone four. And my father murdered any fun that comes with a road trip when I was a kid. I still have nightmares!

3. What is your ideal past time on a lazy summers day?
A really good new book, a day bed in the sun and maybe a really, really cold glass of mango-passionfruit juice.

4. Name a CD you own that no one else on your friends list does.
I’ve got the Prisoner of Love song from Japanese drama Last Friends. Oh! I have all the albums that Hilary Duff ever released. 

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:

Home Again, Home Again

Our dog is home! XD Molly was transferred from the emergency vet to her normal vet yesterday morning, and we got the go ahead to pick her up yesterday evening. She’s not 100% yet, but so, so much better than she was on Sunday. At this rate, it looks like it was one of her medications that caused all the problems, so we’ll be trying out some other medications for her over the next few weeks.

It is currently at least ten degrees colder inside than out, and I’m fighting a bad headache – I’ve been getting them for several weeks and have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday. I’m guessing either a pinched nerve in the back of my head or migraines. Right now, I just want to take some Advil, crawl into bed and have a nap, but my mother is in one of her strange moods and I’ve been given marching orders to clean and sort a heap of stuff, regardless of how I feel.  :ohdear:

Over the last two days, all my online shopping has turned up!

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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

A Noise Complaint

Once upon a time, we were friends with the neighbours. Those days are far in the past (sometime around the time M, the woman, ticked my mother off for not liking her six year old daughter, and when I turned down the honour of providing free baby-sitting) and right now, I cannot wait for them to move out come September.

Because they scream. The kids scream and the parents scream. And I can tolerate ‘happy child’ squeals during the day. But screaming matches (between the mother and seven-year-old) at 5am? Makes me angry. The tantrums at 6am, the time the seven year old punched the two year old down the stairs and blamed it on the four year old… plus the domestic disputes at all hours of the day.

When we were friends, we respectfully denied that we heard anything – simply because it didn’t happen very often. These days? I am lucky if I’m only woken up once during the night because of the shrieking.

I just have to get to September and then they’ll be gone. And knowing my luck, we’ll get someone much, much worse  :ohno:

Too Much To Do, Not Enough (Free) Time

Sometimes it feels like I’ve let a lot of things get out of control. And the internet is one of them.

I started thinking about all the commitments I have and enjoy online and just kind of felt helpless.

  • My Livejournal, which I’ve maintained since I was 14.
  • My Neopets account, which is almost 12 years old.
  • Deviantart
  • T-L.Com
  • W-W.Org
  • My Twitter account
  • My Sims Social game
  • My FF.Net account
  • My Goodreads account

Plus you add in every-day things like university and the gym and working on my novel, plus things I enjoy like playing Wii and the Sims and I suddenly have an idea of why I’m neglecting at least six things on that list. Plus, I’m currently unemployed! I need to get my damn act together so that I can do the things I enjoy as well as the things that need to be done.

 

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:

Seriously, Life?!

This last week has not been fun. I seem to have the worst luck in the world.

I had an eyebrow et al wax last in the first week of March. Melissa, who has done my eyebrows for the last six or so years, has just moved back home and I made an appointment with someone else. Well that girl was beyond incompetent – she stomped around the room, made no efforts to speak, grabbed skin with the tweezers and burnt my chin with wax – and then only did roughly half my face. I was so angry. I contacted the salon and they were super apologetic but I wasn’t available to go in and have the manager fix the missed areas.

So they sent me a 20% discount coupon. Seriously. I was cut and burnt and you think I’m coming back anytime soon? And 20% off? How about a free session? I’ve been a customer for roughly six years, through all the price increases (I now pay roughly $AUS40 a session) and 20% is their idea of customer service?

Not cool.

Well, the blister on my chin got angry and infected, and I have been seriously sick since Thursday, because the infection has hit my rather feeble immune system. I’m off to the doctor’s tomorrow – I was treating myself (after consulting with my pharmacist-uncle) with antibiotics but I think I need something stronger.

It’s seriously always something. Do things like that happen to other people?

Currently Stalking iPads

I really want an iPad.

Like most of the Western world, I guess.

My mother has one that she lets me have free reign on – my Kindle account is loaded on it, I have games and apps that are solely mine – but I really want my own. I’ve got a bright pink case picked out for it already (well, I’m deciding between two), and I’m furiously procrastinating over a 32GB and a 64GB version.

It’s a shame two of the bigger tech chains in Australia – JB Hifi and Dick Smith – have barely reduced the iPad 2s at all. If I can’t get an iPad 2 decently reduced, then I will wait a few months and save for an iPad 3. (Also, what is the deal with all the promotional material calling it ‘the new iPad’? Considering how similar it looks to the iPad 2 and that many retailers around here haven’t even switched displays yet, it’s just plain old confusing. So many retailers have just put the iPad 3 on the iPad 2 display; it’s actually kind of funny to watch people try to work out if that’s the thing they’re meant to be hovering over or not :evil:)

But I also desperately need a new laptop (a Macbook), a new bed, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a new pair of headphones (mine are actually disintegrating)… so many things that I need so much more than an iPad.

But they are so awesome, and I am rocking Kindle and iBook. I’ll just have to wait until I find one with a good discount, I guess.

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.

Happiness

I am in such a good mood lately.

In the last two months, I have been scheduled for surgery three times, been to the hospital four times, had surgery twice, had an infection, had one of the worst reactions to a medication in history and I survived.

So all in all, February was not the best month. But I am still in a good mood. It’s like the saying – it’s the little things in life. Because, it really, really is. It’s being able to enjoy a sandwich, not have crippling stomach cramps or go to Sydney for a few days.

I just need to get back into an exercise routine, clean out my bedroom and stop enjoying my food so much – I am definitely eating way too much. But food is so delicious!

March might actually be a good month!

Just a Note

My silence on here has not been intentional. After my surgery, I got an infection, and combined with my abdominal issues that are rapidly worsening (Mum and I are discussing going up to the hospital; the iPad, netbook and my phone are all being charged as I sit here), so the silence will probably continue for awhile longer.

I am very very sorry for this, and will respond to all emails and comments as soon as I’m feeling better.

At first I was afraid, I was petrified…

I’m alive.  -_-*

Just barely.

Thursday was the longest day of my life, honestly. I arrived at the hospital at 4pm, to discover there was a delay. I didn’t go into surgery until 9:15pm, roughly, and didn’t leave until around 11:30pm. So, a very long day.

Two days later, I’m in a bit of pain and concerned about infection, since I’m very hot and have been shaking a little bit. I really, really don’t want to drag myself back up to hospital unless it’s 100% necessary, so I’m planning on seeing how I am tomorrow morning.

I know I should be moving around a lot but mostly, I just want to sleep and watch DVDs. Which is so not like me, and it is making me nervous.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

The Time to Worry Is Now

Three hours, twenty eight minutes until I have to be at the hospital.

I really, really hate going under anaesthetic.

I’m sitting here in my pajamas, watching Season 5 of Burn Notice, trying to distract myself.

I still need to pack my day-bag, pack my if-I-have-to overnight bag, charge my netbook and my iPod, find my headphones, charge my 3DS and DSi, make sure my paperwork is finished and ready to go, make sure my medications and inhaler are in a zip-lock bag and make my bed. I’ve also got some art to upload to Deviantart (ugh, if my scanner feels moved to work, that is) and I need to get started on a birthday theme for this site (ten years, this July. That is crazy.)

Three hours, twenty three minutes.

Gabrielle Anwar is frelling awesome as Fiona.

i asked Mum to grab me some hair bands without metal bits. I thought one package. My mother and sister bought me three packages in a rainbow of colours  :D I don’t know why, but it made me laugh.

I am starving. I feel like scrambled eggs and toast. And a hot chocolate.

Three hours and nineteen minutes. I need to get organised.

D-Day

So, hospital tomorrow. I need to be at the hospital at 4pm, which complete sucks. I like early appointments, so I don’t have to worry about … well, everything. I’m a world-class worrier. And it also means that I won’t be discharged until 8:30pm at the very earliest and there’s the distinct possibility that I’ll have to stay the night  :ohdear: I already planned to pack a bag with pajamas, my netbook, my phone and a sketchbook in case I have to stay but I really, really want to come home.

And ugh, I have to have my breakfast (toast) before 9am, and then nothing else to eat, and then I can only sip water until 1pm, and then nothing else to drink. The food thing doesn’t bother me, but the drinking thing really does. I’ve been drinking soda water all day, as if I can prevent myself from being thirsty tomorrow afternoon.

On another topic, I got an invitation to go out to lunch today, but I am so not well enough and my friend, K, is about to go overseas for ages, so  I probably won’t get another chance to see her, which sucks  :ohno: But on that note, I will never understand my town’s restaurant culture and my old classmates – there’s one street with restaurants in my town, and it’s a place to be seen. That’s fine. What’s not fine is paying twenty-five dollars for a glorified sandwich and cold drink, especially when you have no idea if it is going to be any good – none of the cafes on this street are consistent. And the fact is that all these uni students and post-university friends love it. The small amount of money I have, I’d rather save it for more worthwhile – shopping – pursuits.

I just don’t understand the social intricacies of my town.

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.

I’ve Got 99 Problems…

… but wheat ain’t one.

My tests came back and they are clear. I am not allergic to wheat and can eat as much Weetbix, Vitabrits and Wheaties as I like. This is a good thing, really – the gluten free food in my town is either expensive, unpleasant and boring or both. But it still leaves open the question of why I am getting so sick. In the last five days I’ve seen an ENT, an Immunologist and a Gastro-specialist.

Two of the diagnoses I recieved were deviated septrum causing my constant allergies, and a severe allergy to mould (I had a prick test done on my arm, and that is truly the itchiest experience of my life. Just remembering it makes me want to scratch my arm.) I also have a list of blood tests and ultrasounds to have done after Christmas. Right now, I’m thrilled that I’m not phobic of needles or medical scans because this would be truly impossible to live through if I were.

At least some severely nasty things have been ruled out. The relief was so tangible that I actually felt better once I knew it wasn’t something life-ruining. And the possibility of being well for Christmas is becoming a distinct possibility, which is just so excellent. I mean, who wants to be sick for Christmas?

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!

The Verdict Is In…

Well, almost. Still waiting for blood test results, but there’s a distinct possibility that I am allergic to wheat.

And quite frankly, that will put a smile on my face. Why? Because I have been sick since February, and horror stories have been dancing through my head. Worst-case-scenario type illnesses. And a wheat allergy is fairly easy to manage.

Of course, knowing my luck, the test will come back negative. I just want to be well again. :ohdear:

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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Birthday Eve

I turn twenty-four tomorrow! I still love my birthdays like I did when I was a little kid, thought with significantly more patience. I’m not very impressed with this new awareness of how old I’m getting these days, though. But more maudlin talk of age tomorrow!

Since last year I was spoilt rotten with gorgeous and very expensive gifts plus a trip to a very expensive restaurant, I decided to go low-key this year. And since my father works in a small, rural town during the week, and my sister is busy in Sydney with university (her graduation gallery show opens next week, oh my gosh!) I chose to go to Sydney for the day, the day before my birthday, and to have lunch at Doyle’s Seafood at the Sydney Fish Markets. We had my sister’s birthday at Doyle’s Bistro at Watson’s Bay back in March, so there was a nice parallel!

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Books by the … ton ^_^

I love shopping. This is hardly a surprise to anyone, I guess. Shoes, handbags, homewares – all passions of mine. As a kid, looking at laptops and desktop computers was so exciting because our very first computer was five years old when we bought it second hand (and it blew up roughly four years later). Mobile phones are another thing that can occupy me for a little while – there are so many choices, touchscreen, flip-open, camera specs… it also reminds me that I really need a new phone.

But one thing I love beyond anything else are second-hand bookshops. Even as a child – there was an amazing one called Pig’s Wings in Prahan, Melbourne when I was roughly ten years old. It was incredible – beautiful old books, new books in great condition, squishy chairs to sit and read in, and lovely old-fashioned ladders to reach the higher-up books. The owner in the early years was the sweetest old lady who kept her dog in the store with her, and it just added to the magic of the store. I can’t tell you off the top of my head what I bought that first time, but on one of my return trips (after it was passed on to a new owner, sadly) I purchased a beautiful old copy of What Katy Did At School by Susan Coolridge out of my own money.

Now I live outside of Sydney and I’ve become a regular patron of another amazing second-hand bookshop – we’re talking books piled two-deep on shelves that stretch to the ceiling, on tables and and in boxes dotted around roughly four rooms. You need something to read waiting for a doctor’s appointment? Or a book on Joan of Arc, a catalogue on 1950s shock-artists? Everything is there. I’m seriously holding my breath that one day I’ll find some old Sailor Moon manga in there.

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Yikes

It’s rare that my view of the general public (in my town, at least) is vindicated: we have a disturbingly large population of asses. People that will body-slam you with their trolley in the supermarket to get one of the fifty boxes of crackers first; people who will step on your things if you happen to drop them and people who expect something for nothing, to be applauded for their very existence – and it seems the latter features the most in the local ‘mature-aged’ bracket. :cranky:

I met two of the latter today – I was walking around the beach with my trainer. It should be known that I have wonky vision – just wonky enough that I tend to trip and misjudge distances (and before anyone asks, yes I am legally allowed to carry a driver’s license). Today we were walking along a narrow path and several pairs of walkers were headed towards us. I paused to walk behind my trainer when the old lady coming up said in a loud voice, “excuse me!” I honestly thought she just wanted to know the time or directions – and I couldn’t have been more wrong. :huh:

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Sick Days

Was up till midnight last night. Damn flu. I watched “Loser”. That is such an awesome movie. Love it to pieces.
Probably Jason Bigg’s best film.

Anyway, I had the worst night, got absolutely no sleep and I was back online at 8:30 a.m, which is obscenely early for me. Within half an hour, I’d read all new – and relevant – fic additions to FF.Net, checked my forums and my friends’ ljs and realised that I had nothing left to do. So I went fanlisting crazy!

The “Longer” by Delta Goodrem fanlisting is found here and called Maybe. And Sunk (the PotC Jack’s Sunken Boat fl) can be found here. And I’ll never apply for another fanlisting again, damnit. I like updating my fls by hand and it takes so long now because I have 14 finished and 4 on upcoming.

I’m feeling quite nasty and I should go and have a shower and make my bed. Mum’s in an absolutely foul mood, cutting me no slack whatsoever, which vexes me.

The Beginning of My Successful Avoidance of All Compulsary Activities

Okay, does everyone know about Fame? My grade’s musical? The one I managed not to be involved in whatsoever? Hehe, I got photos! And they are up at T-L for a limited time! (Aka, I have better things to do with my site than give free publicity to a bunch of miscreants.)

School was crappy today, but when is it not? The gym was fun, Anita rocks. Um, I’ve become addicted to “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls … um, yeah. I’ll just be uploading a lot of graphics and stuff on my fansigns page, which is where all the graphics people send me go. Blah.

Working on a Faith fic, “Iris.” Well, I won’t call it “Iris.” But to the song, “Iris.” Why is the song even called “Iris,”? Anyone know? Anyone at all? Hehe, fun :D

I’m going back to Sydney tomorrow for the day! Mum wants to do some shopping, so I thought I’d tag along and get some more shoes to go with my jeans. Sportsgirl have some bitching pink ballet-slipper style flats I must have. And I’d like a copy of the Animatrix so I can make screencaps.

It was so annoying in the library today; I’d just pulled up the picture I needed to print off, and we lost power, the internet was screwed and I couldn’t even get the picture back because the school computers don’t save the history. I was so mad, almost an hour wasted tracking down a picture! And I didn’t even get to print it out!  :angry:

Okay, stuff to do, songs to sing and … ooh, a tim tam…

Bain of My Existence

I’m so not in the mood to discuss Sydney. Basically, we drove up late, I went and saw Reloaded for the third time, went to bed and on Sunday, we did copious amounts of shopping. And I came home sick. Other random facts about my trip to Sydney: we saw Maid in Manhatten, which is pretty good. Lunch and dinner at the hotel was revolting. Breakfast was quite good, at a French patisserie at Wooloomooloo. We saw Russell Crowe’s $12 million apartment, and I think it’s pretty overrated. Mosman is an excellent place to show. I got a new teddy bear named Cookie. I love bears. He’s so huggable!

I have to go back to school tomorrow. Does everyone know what that means? *g* Yeah, The Source Code will be getting some updates. Gah, I hate school. Or, I hate the people. The classes aren’t too bad. My art task this semester is excellent, because I can twist it around to be all about Trinity, Syl and Lara Croft. Gender and Identity. Basically, my piece is going to be one of two designs…

The first is a painting of a girl staring at something. Around her are pictures of female action heros. And over the top of her face, I’m printing off some lyrics onto clear plastic and sticking them on. I don’t know what song yet – any suggestions? But this idea is to focus that girls are getting more of a go as the action hero.

The second idea is to paint The Lady in Red leaning against the wall, and hand write the lyrics to “Fighter” onto it. This is the whole idea that even though there are a lot of successful women in the world, there are those that are struggling. (For those not in the know, the Lady in Red is sort of a blonde prostitute-ish figure… oh, go rent the Matrix.)

I went on a site-building bender today. Different Side of Me is an archive of my Buffy fic. I quite like this site, currently featuring Eliza Dushku.

Also added Wallpapers, Livejournal and Forum icons to the “You” section. I’ll make more icons soon (all icons can be used for the new version of MSN – Version 6) – if you have any requests, I’m more than happy to try and make you an icon. Just ask :)

Wow, longer update than planned…

Free As a Bird!

I’ve just realised I have a whole day at home and not a bloody thing to do. I’m feeling a lot better today and totally wired!

So, I’m chatting to mussed and Nicky. I’ll improve my site some more, and make some buttons for other people out of sheer boredom. And I’ll finish PissOff. Before some rabid Dark Angel fan cuts off my face with a cork-screw… I know, that was a revolting mental image and I apologise.

I’m going to Sydney! tomorrow for the night. Obviously not as much fun as it would be if I wasn’t sick, but I mean, Sydney for a whole night! Shopping and excitement! I’m hoping I can get a copy of the Animatrix, because I want to make more screencaps.

I’m just finishing my bit of the Mary Sue epilogue so I can send it to Ally. ::blushes:: totally my fault it isn’t posted by now, but I blame my muses. But it’s sent and I’m an almost free girl. Very chilly here. Cake would be nice. Or pizza. Huh, now Ally’s (who is Nicky) is going to bed, damnit :( I’ll talk to her tonight, I guess :D I’m going to make some more buttons and do some more work on this site.

Ou revoir.

More Drama

I got a nasty shock today when I went to The Hardline. The HLers are such a nice group of people. Really. Friendly, honest and just some of the nicest people I’ve had the privledge of knowing. And someone came and totally abused everyone’s trust. I definatly think some of the coppertops that join will be taken with a grain of salt. Danascully summed it up, “So goodnight, Hardliners… and remember, we’re still a family of sorts, even when one of us turns traitor. Especially then. Aww, sweet. But true.

And I want to apologise about my rant last night. I was sick and feeling quite fragile, which probably wasn’t the best time to be checking flames. I know, my logic is flawed. But yeah. That fic was meant to be a parody, I’m sorry very few other people realised this, but yeah. I’m not getting back into it. Lexie + Fragile and Sick = Unneeded Rant.

Hiccups suck. Honest. I’ve had them for … 39 minutes. They are irritating me beyond belief.

I am making buttons. And lj icons. I just get sidetracked. Badly. Also, adding some fanart. And some more fic. And a ‘language’ section so that people can understand my specially designed brand of slang. Yeah, I’m bored out of my skull. I mean, I’ve almost finished “How To Piss Off An X5 In Eleven Easy Steps” which is a monument to how completely bored I am. It’s exciting that I’m finishing it though. I’ve been working on it for ages, and ages.

Twisted-Logic has a new affiliate! Alina from Kalime . Awesome site, I love it :D

I’m off to work on T-L and finish PissOff.

Colour Me Amused

I had the blood test done today and the results come back Friday. I hope I haven’t got glandular fever because that would be icky. Wow, that was eloquent. But it definately wouldn’t be a good thing.

I’ve watched all … four Aladdin videos we own and I wish wish wish I owned more. But Robin Williams didn’t do the voice for Genie in the short episodes, which is disappointing. But I totally get why he didn’t.

Hmm, what else? I’ve been kinda sick to do anything particularly spectacular. I read a little fic. I wrote a little. I’m split three ways right now – I’m writing a Trinity saga that sucks. I’m writing a Faith saga that sucks – with style. And I’m writing the final chapter of a Dark Angel. Pfft. A lot of the flames “Divinity” has gotten so far are really, really nasty. And I know that is the point of a flame, but if it was from someone really excellent at writing, I’d hang my head and understand that, yes I will never rock as much as they do. But some of these delinquents can’t string a sentence together which depresses me.

Now, I will pull rank. I am a good writer. Aren’t I a snobby vain little brat, telling everyone that? Well, it’s true. For a while there, I was single handedly keeping certain areas of Dark Angel fic alive (now Jacey’s joined me in the plight of a decent Jondy/Zack or Syl/Krit). Really, a mark of a good reader is to see past the Mary Sue and see if the writing is quality. I tried to make the story as insipid as possible. Oh well…

So, answers to questions I’ve been asked in my flames. Do I go by the nickname “Divinity”? No, I don’t. I wouldn’t ever. Why did I name my character Divinity? Because of two reasons – A) Divinity sounds similar to Trinity, which adds to the Mary-Sue-ess. And B) Divinity is my most hated class at school.

And, I think Keanu Reeves is hot. I think he’s great as Neo. But, as so eloquently put by Meg/Froggie, I don’t want to line myself up to bang Neo. As far as I’m concerned, that’s Trinity’s job. Because I hate Divinity with the fire of a thousand suns too! I don’t like the girl.

I’m just waiting for someone to burn-inate Divinity, Ariella and B’randii ;)

Damn School Semesters

Today was pretty dull. I slept, I got up and I watched Disney movies – Beauty and the Beast, Oliver and Company, Pooh’s Grand Adventure, and two videos of old Pooh episodes. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, hehe.

But yeah. Disney is cool. I love Aladdin. To pieces. I think it’s my favourite Disney film. Jasmine rocked, Genie was hysterical and Iago was madness :D But yeah, Disney is just plain excellent.

I’ve just downloaded MSN Plus for MSN Version 6. YAY! Except, I think it has ads, which bites. Wait… looking … hmm… Well, if you’ve got MSN 6, and really loved MSN Plus, get it. Otherwise, don’t bother. But I plan to spend the next 30 minutes thinking up witty auto-messages. Oooh, and more MSN 6 icons.

Which brings me to the coming-soon-to-TL part of this update. Livejournal and MSN 6 icons. I’ll do a couple of Matrix ones, some Dark Angel ones, some Avril Lavigne ones… any requests? Just drop me a line somewhere and I’ll see what I can do. I’m pretty flexible. Anyways, let me know. Anything I make will be uploaded here and will be free to take (but labeled “t-l”). But icons are coming!

Nothing else is happening, except I go back to school on Tuesday, damnit. Oh well, the term can’t be that long, can it?

Praise Ye, Panadol!

Gah! I’m trying to update T-L’s fanlistings, and I keep uploading the pages to the wrong site. *Tears* God, today is sucking already and I just got up. Luckily, the fanlistings mistake can be fixed. It’s the principle of the thing!

I went bowling yesterday – the power of Panadol still exists! It was kinda cool. There was the jukebox thing, which played the song and the video clip on the TVs that were around. We played heaps, except my sister kept choosing really old songs – Like “Drop The Pilot” and “Senses Working Overtime.” It was very evil of her. Anyways, my cousin Amanda won the first game, and I won the second. It was fun.

What else? Absolutely nothing. Being sick is the horrible-est thing in the world, and I’m stuck at home, cleaning. Because Mum and Amellia left at the crack of dawn, I’m meant to clean up after them. AGH! How irritating.

I really need to write another Matrix fic. I’ve started The Sweetest Thing, which I’m beginning to hate passionately, but meh. It’s seven pages I’ve already written. I like writing Trinity but I’m not very good at it. Maybe I should become a professional Mary-Sue writer, I seem to be good at that *hl*

I should really get offline so Mum can ring – I seem to have misplaced my mobile phone, hmph. I was going to do the Friday Five now, but the new set isn’t up yet. Damn timezones!

Busy, busy, busy

I went and saw “The Lizzie McGuire Movie” for the third time today. I think Hilary Duff is such an awesome singer. And I bought the movie’s soundtrack, which rocks. Volare is one of my favourite songs now – it means “to fly” in Italian, I looked it up (I know, I’m such a geek.)

And now I have plans! *Gasp* Tomorrow I’m going to see my Grandmother. Wednesday, I’m going to Sydney and hopefully be near a Reloaded-showing cinema, Thursday, I’m going bowling with my cousins and Friday, we’re going to go and see my other grandparents. And then I go back to school on Tuesday, I have FAME rehearsals till Thursday. We preform it Thursday and next Friday night Mum is taking Amellia and I to Sydney because Dad is flying back in. Busy, busy busy.

And in 7 weeks I have final exams *moans* Ugh. Someone has a serious lack of organizing skills, at school. Grr.

And I’m starting Maths tutoring and extra Art this semester. And piano lessons, and singing and cello lessons. And I’ve joined the gym, and I have to go a minimum of 3 times a week to keep my membership. Ugh. Busy-ness is so overrated.

Lol, my feet are cold, so I’m going to go to bed now :D

First Birthday!

Well, as I reflect on the year back, I feel like I’ve been tumbling down the rabbit hole, much like Alice. Or Carmen and Juni in “Spy Kids 2.” But wow, what a year. A year ago, I was at Angelfire. A year ago, it was do-or-die Dark Angel. Incredible, huh? I’m now fifteen, I’m in Year 10 and wow.

Yes, we’ve been around for a whole year (technically tomorrow, but I thought an early birthday celebration was in order.) Wow. So, so many people to thank. First of all, my parents, who finance T-L.Com, and all the collective sites, and the software I use. To Ariella, for all our site escapades. For Jacey for everything. Nicky for totally unbiased site critism (and for being one of the only people I can talk serious Matrix and Buffy/Angel with.) Bob and Lloyd for crowning me HTML Goddess. To Leila, who let me steal her source codes and helped me fix up the first few version of DoB, even though she’s totally AWOL this year.

Also, to my fantastic affiliates, you guys rock! To the girls at the Hardline, you inspired this layout. To Alina for letting me use the screen cap, even though she doesn’t know yet. And to MTS, who made the screen cap in the first place.

It’s been a great year and, I present a new layout featuring Neo and Trinity, and entitled “Feel”.

I Don’t Believe In Hiatus

Well, its official – Avril Lavigne’s album ‘Lets Go,’ completely and utterly ROCKS! Yes, it really does and my next T-L.Com layout is going to feature her!

All good things must come to an end – my Dad takes his laptop with him tomorrow when he goes back to Port Augusta. So Sayonara for a week or so. To keep yourself updated with moi go to my livejournal

 

Bits and Pieces

Okay, so I thought I better explain Mr. Cuddles – he’s a blue and white squeaky rubber blow fish toy. Our art mascot. He’s very cool. Though Leila doesn’t like him very much. He belongs to a girl called Zoe who has a mad site but I can’t remember the URL.

Dawson’s Creek was really good tonight – Audrey and Pacey finally got together! Yayness! And Jacey was online but I missed her ’cause dad was really late home from work, which majorly sucked. And I’m totally dying to talk to Shannon and Ashley and Jacey on MSN. Ugh.

My exams start in 14 days and I’ve done studying. No distractions this time. :D. I’m also adding reviews of CDs, Movies and books to this site, rants and wonderful fun stuff! Anyways…whoa, I just watched the Tali “Whatever” video clip – MAD-ASS!

Happy Days

I am renaming this blog. Any ideas? Two of my ideas so far are ‘digital diva’ or ‘dream’. Any suggestions or comments on either of these names – tag me!

I got my braces off! How very extremely COOL! Well, only the top ones so far, but all is well! Ceramics was totally cool, we met a really sweet grade 8 girl (really cool, too) named Olivia. And there’s a new section of T-L.Com going up called “Dee’s World.” Dee is one of my 3 minions…more content up tonight, I swear!

Um, what else?…Sixteen days til exams! Eeep!