NaBloPoMo: Weekending

My hair is so shiny!

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

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

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

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

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

I hope everyone had a good weekend :D

NaBloPoMo: Friday 5

Friday5.Com: November 2

If you suddenly received a ton of money and could open up some kind of store or service just for the pleasure of having it (assume it wouldn’t have to be too financially successful!), what would it be? Hmm.  Probably an art store. A proper one, with paints and pencils and Copic markers, plus really good quality paint brushes and the hard to get paper. No crap – no glitter glue or face paint or any of that filler garbage for scrapbookers and children (my local art shops have been taken over by these products – I cannot get ANY decent drawing paper, but they have every single Cristina Re product ever released.)

It would be all wood, with polished concrete floors, and the signage would be brass letters in lowercase. I’d even have a few Macs and Wacom products set up for testing out and for classes I’d run. I’d keep tons of art books – the big, heavy ones – and would encourage all types of art – from manga and graffiti-style, to oil portraits and watercolour scenery. The uniform would be a t-shirt. probably in a deep blue or green, with my logo on the front and a famous quote by an artist on the back. Oh, that just sounds amazing – I haven’t quite put aside this dream yet; maybe one day I will be able to open it! :)

What service or store that no longer exists do you miss most? I really, really miss Borders and Angus & Robertson in Australia. There are now only three book stores I can get to (not including the second-hand book store, but that’s luck-of-the-draw, when it comes to availability); one of them is privately own and insanely expensive, with a very small range. One of them is new chain, and they are totally clueless (Fifty Shades… was in the Young Adult section. Talk about not knowing your product) and the third is just weird. It’s half discount books, so super odd and limited-interest stuff, and half normal-book store, so the wider-interest stuff is expensive.

With Borders and Angus & Robertson gone, there’s no big competition making sure the other stores are keeping up-to-date with new releases or making their prices competitive. It’s so bad that I’ve turned to swiping any Kindle books that happen to be on sale (thank GOD my mother has an iPad!), and buying discounted books from Fishpond.

What local business do you think you could make better if you were to take it over? And if you don’t mind sharing, what changes would you make? My local art store! I’d make sure the customers were comfortable to ask me as many questions as they wanted. I’d definitely turn the focus back to art supplies, rather than craft and scrapbooking, because we have a lot of cheaper alternatives for craft and scrapbooking in this town. I’d bring back the classes and demonstration mornings. And I’d move all the stacks of product out of the window and do super fun displays incorporating both the products and any art skills all the employees had.

What spot nearby seems to be impossible for businesses to survive in? Our local CBD, an open-air mall, is totally dead since a few big businesses pulled out. At least two thirds of the shop fronts are empty, and what is left (that appear to be surviving) are discount or warehouse shops. Anything else is gone within months. It’s very sad, but our council desperately need to invest some money in tidying it up (like actually marking the road and the walkways properly; there is very little distinction at the moment, and I’ve see many people almost get hit.)

We’ve all seen stores that combined books and records, beer and laundry, or coffee and whatever. One of my favorite places to get coffee in Honolulu is a cafe and florist, and there is a car garage that’s also a diner in a town nearby. What would be a cool hybrid of two disparate ideas for somewhere you’d like to hang out? A hairdresser and a bookshop. That would be completely amazing; nab a new release and read whilst you get your hair done!

NanoWrimo Daily Word Count: 8,074/50,000

NaBloPoMo: Five Things that Need to Exist

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

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

Hope everyone is enjoying November!

Daily Word Count: 4,556/50,000

NaBloPoMo: Pen to Paper

Nanowrimo 2012 started today, and man I am no ready. My Binder of Doom (a guide to my own story) wasn’t ready, I’m only a couple of chapters into my chapter-outline, plus my character profiles… they were never written down. UGH. However, it’s not so bad. I’ve already tapped out almost 1800 words, which is thankfully over the daily goal, but still not as many as I was hoping for.

Today was reasonably productive, actually – the gym (which nearly killed me, ugh, 30 degree heat is not fun to exercise in), followed by moving my television off my bookcase and attempting to install my set-top box (my area becomes a digital-TV only area later in the month – and my box records to USB, huffah!), getting my sister to install it for me (ugh, hand me computers, DVD players, video game consoles, any sort of i-product, and I am a tech-whisperer. But set-top boxes and I? Disaster), drawing and colouring a piece of very late Halloween art for my Deviantart page, going to get my eyebrows waxed, typing up my daily Nano and ten minutes on the treadmill.

Tomorrow, I have to add an extra shelf to my bookcase, argue with my new printer (HP software blows; I’m switching to Canon – three months old, and the damn thing refuses to scan), drop off my resume, more Nanowrimo and … well, I won’t add any more to that list, because that is probably more than I’ll get done in the first place.

God, I hope it’s not so hot tomorrow.

November is on the Horizon

I cannot frelling believe that it is already the end of October. How did that happen? I have three days until November. Three. Days.

For me, November is crazy.

  • It’s my birthday! On the 7th, I turn 25  :love:
  • I have an interview with one of the universities I applied to for next year on the 23rd, with my portfolio. I am totally and utterly terrified. Luckily, my mother is friends with an HSC art teacher who has very kindly agreed to give me some advice for my portfolio.
  • It’s NaBloWriMo! National Blog Writing Month – one entry every day. I missed the cut off last year, so I am going to give it a go this year, as a way to get into the blogging-often grove. i tend to let it slide when I’m overwhelmed.
  • And the reason I’ve been overwhelmed this month? NanoWrimo 2012! This is my eighth year of participation, but I haven’t been particularly successful in recent years. This year I am determined – I have my story halfway through outlining (I still have a chapter-breakdown and character-guides to write out!) I am so utterly determined to get a first-draft manuscript at the end of November, it’s filling my every thought.

And I still have to find some sort of job. I’m marching my resume into the local supermarket this week. I desperately need the money for Christmas and moving to the city for Uni next year – especially if I have such a hard time finding a job in the city.

So for the next three days, I have to move my television and install my super-brand-new digital box (I will have more than five channels, and it will be glorious!), finish off the NanoWrimo Binder of Doom (my personal guide to my novel), add another shelf to my bookcase, vacuum my bedroom, empty and wipe every single surface, drop my resume off,  work on my portfolio (it desperately needs updating!) and try to design two brand new website layouts – one for this site, and one for written-word.org, where I’d like to blog and keep notes about writing my novel. And I still really, really want to read just 19 more books (my goal for 2012 was to read 50 new books; 19 more will take me to 100 :geek: Ideally, 104, which would mean I was reading two books every week.)

Oh god, there’s definitely not a lot of time left. I have a distinctive feeling that some of these jobs are going to be half-assed.  -_-*

Never Quite Works Out…

… so, I didn’t get the job. Considering it was my first interview (a side-effect of working for your parents or freelance for my entire career history) and I was recovering from the flu, it wasn’t unexpected -_-* . I thought I did a good job though, so I was pretty disappointed when I found out. Actually, an awesome job. I was smiling the entire time, listening and participating. So, I’m disappointed and frustrated. It’s quite hard for me to put myself out there, so it was especially hard to find out that I didn’t make the cut. Plus, I now can’t get my new laptop or tablet for university, since I was relying on the employee discount. Argh!

But I have a few other applications out there, so surely one of those will turn up something and I can earn a little bit of extra money for moving next year. Assuming I get a place at Uni… but let’s not go there just yet. I need to be confident about something!  XD

Right now, I’m going to focus upon getting my portfolio ready, mess around with my camera, redesign both my websites and work on my novel (Nanowrimo is only two weeks away! :geek:)- maybe drum up some web design work in the meantime.

Meanwhile, we’ll be bringing Mabel home on Saturday the 27th of October (my sister is so psyched; Mabel’s wicker basket is full of all the fancy things my sister has bought that little puppy – I think the only thing we’re missing is some sort of cushion or pillow for the basket, which my sister is planning on sewing herself), and I turn 25 on November 7th. Quite frankly, age is just something other people measure things by – I’m just me, and some number isn’t going to stop me being me. Still, I kind of wish that number would stop going up  :nyah:

Seriously, where did the year go?!

Holy Responsibility, Batman

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

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

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

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

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

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

Introducing Our (Future) Newest Member of Our Family…

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

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

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

Sunny Days

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

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

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

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

I really love being busy.

A Day in Sydney

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Long Weekend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Long Days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tomorrow’s another day, I guess.

The Third Thing

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

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

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

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A No Good, Very Bad Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coda

 This is one of our cats – the eldest, Coda. She’s a funny, nervous cat that tends to scream when she wants attention and runs really low to the ground as if the KGB are after her.  :D

This is also the 2012 Winner of Stupidest Feline.

Why?

Well, our elderly beagle, Molly, has a small portion of food with a codeine tablet in it every morning. Coda always hangs around – she just loves food – and on Friday morning, she ate the dog’s codeine.

Codeine is toxic to cats.

So we raced down to our vet and – quite frankly, he was kind of an ass – luckily, she didn’t seem to have any negative side effects, due to the fact that she’s seriously overweight. 7kg (well, she’s lost more than a kg!) and is kind of pillow-esque but it saved her life. If she’d been smaller, she would have been in serious trouble.

She still had to spend the day at the vet, but she seems fine, thank god.

(And before anyone rants at me for her being overweight, she has a lot of nervous problems coupled with a neighbour insisting on feeding her despite us asking them not to. But the neighbour has gone and we’re working on it. I’m hoping to take her to Sydney next year, where she’ll be in a one-animal household, so I’m hoping she’ll lose even more weight. Not that I give a stuff what someone on the internet thinks about how I keep my pets :cool: .)

Chaos Theory

The last week has been completely ridiculous.

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Oh hai July. How’s it hanging?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Memetime!

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

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

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Supanova

So.

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

So yes, my first con, whee!

Down for the Count

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

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

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

Camp Nanowrimo is Kicking My Butt

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

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

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

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

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.

Bring It On, June!

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

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

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

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

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

Liar, Liar

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

At least, I thought I could.

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

And then the car was jolted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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:

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:

Mothering Sunday

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

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

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?

Easter Plans

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Onwards We Roll

I have no energy at all. I am sleeping between 16 and 18 hours a day and I still want to sleep more.

I saw my doctor today, I have su certrgery on Thursday to rule a pre-existing condition out (do you know how much I hope it is that?) and another specialist appointment on January 31.

It is so frustrating. There are so many things I want to do  – I most certainly haven’t been blogging or tweeting as much as I wanted in the new year. Mum’s offered to take me to see some movies once I recover from surgery (last time I needed a week) and I finally got my most beloved Canon EOS 1100D kit. It’s so, so lovely. A beautiful red body, two beautiful lenses and a hard travel case for them. I just want to get out there and pratice with it. But I’m so tired I can barely drag myself out of the chair, let alone have the mental and physical energy to pull out, assemble and play with my camera.

It makes me sad.

But maybe, maybe, on the other side of Thursday, I’ll be feeling better.

I’m crossing my fingers.

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.

#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!