This Month’s Horrific Injustice Is…

I am at home with the flu. Well, the end of a really nasty flu.

I also have tickets to Civil War. Gold Class tickets. Gold Class tickets that only cost me twenty dollars.

I cannot go. :sob:

This is the greatest injustice of the month, if not of 2016 in its entirety.

A Sudden Epiphany

I had a sudden epiphany this morning, when I was finishing off a presentation for uni: it makes a huge difference if you like your lecturer. If you clash, it makes it very hard for you to want to complete the work, let alone have it be your best work. And me and this current lecturer? … Yeah. Not a fan. And certainly not looking forward to our next one-on-one consult, that’s for sure. -_-

I swear to god this week is trying to kill me. Frankly, I hope it rains on Sunday, so I can justify barricading myself in my apartment and watching all of Sailor Moon Crystal in my pyjamas.

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.

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:

NaBloPoMo: Stand By for the Conniption

Oh dear god. What the freaking hell, November? As if you aren’t enough of an asshole, with NanoWrimo dominating, year after year. This November is ridiculous.

So, I have NanoWrimo to write, daily, especially since the gap between the word goal and my advance has closed over the weekend. I’m maybe 900 words ahead of the official goal. The I have my art school interview, so I have to print and mount my portfolio today and tomorrow. We leave for Sydney Thursday afternoon (which actually pissed me off; I was hoping to get up there early, but once again, everyone else takes priorities over me. Ugh), and return Friday sometime. Plus I am actively trying to get a Christmas job which, quite frankly, is going terribly.

Then combine that with my usual internet and person commitments (1.5 hours at the gym or training every single day, Neopets, Deviantart and my favourite trading card game just reopened online, and various writing commitments I’ve made) and the things on break (written-word.org, Livejournal, all my fan fiction, twitter) plus uni and general life stuff, I am just so… screwed. Seriously.

I absolutely know that next year, I’m going to have to prioritise everything, but I loathe to think what I’ll have to give up, since I really love doing everything on my list. It’s just… there are only so many hours in a day!

Anyway, before Thursday, I have to

– print and mount my work for my portfolio

– pack my suitcase

– hit 35.5k on NanoWrimo

– tidy up my room so it’s not a bomb site when I get home from Sydney

Seriously. I have no idea when I’m going to get everything done.

NaBloPoMo: Five Things

Five things …

  • Is overexposing photos currently trendy? All the photos that are appearing on blogs I follow and on Pinterest’s photography category are super washed out, and yet the photographers are told they are just amazing. I’m the most amateur of amateur photographers, and if I can tell something is overexposed… well, it might be time to take a good long look at your shots.
  • So many of the super popular blogs – the ones that earn enough for people to live on – have no content. Like, seriously. The entries are three lines ‘I saw a kid with a banana in the supermarket and remember how my sister and I used to play a game… what are your favourite banana recipes?’  Er, seriously, how do you earn money off this site, let alone enough to raise your family on? Seriously, please tell me because I am totally baffled.
  • I really need to replace my Starbucks tumbler. It was one of those plastic ones, and it happened to be BPA plastic, so I quit using it ages ago. And I miss drinking out of it. I don’t know if they’ve changed the type of plastic, but I’ll have to check out a Starbucks this weekend, in Sydney. I also must, must, must see the inside of Books Kinokuniya for my Sailor Moon and Avatar: the Last Airbender fix.
  • One of my favourite Sailor Moon artists, KumaCrafts, makes these amazing necklaces based on the brooches from the anime, and she’s restocking again before Christmas! I was crushed to miss out the time before last and just let it go in the hopes I’d get a job before the next restock went up, so I could pay for the two I’ve picked out myself. Nothing will make me happier than seeing two of those necklaces in my Christmas stocking!
  • Now that one of my beloved birthday presents – The Sims 3: Showtime – has installed, I’m off to mess with the new features for a little while and then take my sister’s puppy to the beach for awhile.

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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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.

There’s No Such Thing As Writer’s Block

The Camp Nanowrimo June 2012 Event started today, and I started my potential novel. Yikes. I completely forgot how hard 50, 000 words seems when you’ve just started. Right now I’m all, seriously? Seriously? But I am going to do this. I have to do this. Damnit, I’m going to write for the June event, for August event and for the official November event and I am going to finish.

I am going to be a published fiction writer, I swear to all that is holy. And this is the first step. To be a writer you have to have a manuscript. To have a manuscript, you have to have discipline and determination. I already have the latter, and Nanowrimo will help me develop the former.

But I am, honestly, already worried. I have an essay due for university on June 20th, plus I’m hoping to spend a few days in Sydney at my sister’s apartment to see Vivid, the light installation exhibit that the city runs every year, plus the usual ins and outs of every day life.

God damnit, I’m going to be positive. I can do this, I will do this and it will be amazing.

2,000 words down, just 48,000 to go. And it’s going to be awesome.

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.

The Ever Present To Do List

It’s been a long week. But aren’t they all?   -_-* And yet, not much seemed to happen.

I made the decision to excavate my bedroom before university starts on Monday, and it took a lot longer than I planned – it’s really more of Extreme Tetris, trying to fit way too much stuff into half the space. Hopefully this weekend, I’ll get a chance to measure for my new double bed, a wardrobe and chest of drawers. I hope I can make them all fit, because I really want a double bed, and I really need the storage of both a chest of drawers and a wardrobe.  :ohwell:

I finally ordered new sneakers for Mum and I! Well, actually the problem was that I had to wait for the online store to get the right sizes in the right models to come into stock. My mother’s pair are awesome, but I’m pretty thrilled with mine, too. They’re bright blue and yellow :marryme:. My current pair are pretty beat up.

And over Saturday and Sunday I still need to …

  • Add my twitter feed back
  • Add the Pinterest RSS plugin
  • Add an Instagram plugin and separate it from my Flickr
  • Scan in three or four pictures for my Deviantart account
  • Get my Camp Nanowrimo outlines ready to go for next week
  • Get a new power cord for my printer
  • Pull out my current wardrobe and scrub behind it

I also need to outline a new piece of art, but when I went to the local art shop, they wanted $7 for a fineliner. They’ve gone up two dollars in less than a year. SO not happening. I already have to pay a $25.00 mark-up on my drawing books :pissed:. Seriously, in the US they go for $8. I swear, I have to find someone who stocks them cheaper.

What ever happened to relaxing weekends? I think I might relax tonight by loading the Kindle app on my Mum’s iPad and reading until a ridiculous hour.  :sleepy:

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:

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:

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?

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.

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.

#firstworldproblems

My beautiful birthday camera is turning into a saga.

I found it for an awesome price on a website Sunday night and ordered it. Recieved an email the following morning saying they had sold out and I had a choice, wait or cancel. Okay, I decided to ponder my options. Then, around 7pm on Monday, I recieved a very unprofessional email (by someone who I am guessing doesn’t speak much English) stating that my camera was sold out with no ETA but my camera kit was still available and would I like that instead, with a demand that I reply. That confused the hell out of me so I looked on the website and found my camera listed four times at all different prices with no discernable difference. I decided then and there to jump ship and cancelled the order, which was acknowledged.

Two days later, we’ve recieved a confirmation that we’ve been refunded but no actual money. I’m annoyed, because a local camera store has my camera on sale right now but I have to wait for the refund before I can buy it, and frankly, this online business is terribly disorganized – any chance of using them in the future has disappeared out of the window. I’ve emailed them and requested the refund be finalized asap, and right now I’m just relieved that I made the sudden decision to process the order through Paypal so that if they don’t refund us in the next 24 hours, I can open a dispute.

I just really, really want my lovely DSLR (Canon EOS 1100D in red XD) to take pictures this Christmas. I’ve got dozens of tutorials lined up and ready to test out on Pinterest, along with loads of things to shoot – the pets, the Christmas tree, the Christmas lights, baking, wrapping…

Hopefully, by tomorrow I’ll be squeeing and posting photos!

 

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!

Technology Hell

I am getting ready to throw things, honestly. Technology seriously hates me and, honestly, I’m not fussed with it either right now. Why do I say that? It has a lot to do with the fact that I’m currently on my mother’s laptop. :cranky:

Last month, I discovered my very faithful, almost five year old Toshiba laptop was riddled with viruses. No matter how many virus scans I ran, Trojans kept showing up. My uncle took it and wiped the harddrive (taking with it all my music and television – I managed to salvage my writing and picture files) before returning it. Which is great!

Except its taken to shutting down whenever it feels like it, cuts out the internet until I reboot and gets super hot super fast. Highly irritating. I think it is time that I look into a replacement for my Toshiba, but I don’t really have $1,500 lying around (I’m considering another Toshiba Satellite Pro, but then my current one has had a few problems so maybe I should go back to Sony Vaio… :idea: ).

When the virus problem became known, my very kind and loving mother purchased me an MSi Wind netbook. I’ve wanted a netbook for ages – I’m an online uni student and portability would make studying way more interesting. I was super excited once it was ordered, but it didn’t arrive until my Toshiba had been returned, free of viruses.

Why aren’t I using that shiny new netbook now? Two hours after I unpacked it and set up Windows, I picked it up again to customize my desktop and get it hooked into our internet, the screen was friend – lines going across it, rendering it and the entire netbook useless :pissed: . Mum called the company and they won’t replace it, but repair it. We’re pretty ticked off about that, but we’ll take that up with them once it’s been evaluated. It’s currently boxed up by the front door, ready for the courier after Easter.

Why couldn’t I afford my own netbook? Well, back in February, I found a Mac Mini in JBHifi that had been scratched up, reduced by 50% (down to under $AU500) . I’ve wanted a Mac computer for awhile – I’m hoping to go to art school next year, and will definitely need a Mac for that. So I put it on lay-buy. And went to make the last payment and pick it up on Tuesday afternoon. Well, at first I had to wait for the assistant with the key to the storeroom to return. Then they had to find my package. And then they went through the package to make sure all the parts were there…

… You guessed it. Something was missing. The power cord. One of the shop assistants had taken the power supply from it for some reason, ignoring the ‘lay-buy’ label. :pissed: They didn’t have another one in stock, nor at any other store. So we left with a promise that they would call Apple and see what they could do, and call me the next day.

Well, my mother ended up calling them two days later to find out that the Mac Mini is discontinued, so they can’t get me one (really nice of them to call me and tell me that). But apparently if I go in on Monday, the guy who sold it to me in the first place will do me a deal … Mum was a little iffy on how or what they plan to do, but they have promised me a refund if I so choose (which they should. Actually, I personally believe they should provide me with any sort of Apple computer they have in stock, since this was their fault. But that will never happen.)

So, I’m down three freakin’ computers, and an essay due tonight. But maybe this shouldn’t be ‘technology hell’, but rather ‘retail hell’ since almost all my problems seem to be the fault of the vendor. I’ll definitely post the follow-up with both JBHifi and MSi.

Speaking of the essay (which I should definitely be writing instead of this rant!), why is it that computers always throw a fit when your academic standing is at risk?! :whoops:

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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Thoughts

Before I start off on my usual babble session, I shall start with a minor rant. Ranting is good for your complexion ;) Tomorrow is the anniversary of the Bali tragedy (I’m not even going to recap for those who have no idea about it). I feel sad about the loss of so many lives, and I feel scared at how dangerous this world is becoming. But this will be my only mention of my feelings towards it, possibly ever. Tomorrow, I’m not going to offer best wishes to the survivors or anything. Because the Bali tragedy has become just another way to make money. Everywhere – newspapers, magazines, TV – are selling us commemorative ribbons or posters or CDs or something. It’s become more commercialised than a Britney Spears concert.

Personally, if I had lost someone in that bomb blast (I threw you ignorami a bone :P), I wouldn’t want a poster of that night or of the memorial. I wouldn’t want a CD that was created to raise funds for the survivors. I’d just want to move on, revering in my happy memories, and not be reminded ever two minutes how horrible and painful their deaths were.

Basically, I think Channel 10 and 7, and all the papers, should look at how downright tacky and offensive their punblicity is. I have sorrow over October 12th. Now I’m moving on.

New fanlistings! M.I.A is the Zane aka X5-205 fanlisting, Wrench is the Zane’s Garage (from “Kidz”) fanlisting andClarity is the Dark Angel ep “Art Attack” fanlisting. Gosh, I’ve been busy ;) And I’ve been approved for the “Camper Shoes” fanlisting. Other than that, I’m pretty up to date with everything. And tonight, my family is going out to see Lara Croft: Cradle of Life and then have pizza. It’s all good, all the time.

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…

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 ;)