do not pass go. do not collect $200

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 07:40:31 GMT

That is all.

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 00:16:34 GMT

My sister called me this morning. I didn't ignore her for once. She sounded upset so I asked her what's up and she said she just wanted to talk to me. The conversation didn't last for long, and she told me that I should probably call Mum. I spoke to Mum yesterday briefly as I waited at the train station in Mike's car for his and Natt's return from Perth, and she said she'd call me later. She didn't. To be honest, I forgot about it because it just sounded like she wanted to talk about rent or repairing something at the house.

Anyway, I called her. She said she didn't want to call me while I was with friends and was leaving it until tonight when Rick was home. Turns out my cat, Chiquita (or Grub as I've been calling ehr for god knows how long) died last night. She had been acting strange the night before so Mum took her to the vet. They suspected it was a snake bite, but since they were closing soon, they said all they could do was let her stay overnight and they'd get to her int he morning, but she would probably be dead by then. Mum found a 24 hour clinic and took her there instead, by this point she was passing horrible amounts of blood. It turns out it wasn't a snake bite, but she was riddled with cancer, there was no chance of helping her so she was euthanized. The whole conversation was horrible, Mum explained every medical aspect of it, which is so typical of her, and it would've sounded so cold if she didn't finish everything she said with an apology. I don't really remember too many specifics of what she said because I was crying the whole time. She finished up by saying that she had reacted how I did, so she was taking Valium again and suggested I did too. I still feel horrible, but at least I'm not crying hysterically anymore like I had been for the past hour and a half, but still crying nonetheless.

I'm kind of wishing I'd found out after Rick left for work this morning, I can't fucking stand him seeing me cry and I was trying so hard to stop but I couldn't, we just sat on the couch for ages with my face buried into his shoulder and it was so hard to breathe. I'm glad that he doesn't think I'm stupid for being upset over a cat, and I guess this is kind of horrible but I care about her more than I do about most people that I know. I was always scared about what I'd do if I lost her since I love her so fucking much, and even now I don't know what I'll do. I can't face uni today and I'm not sure if I want to even go down to the coast this weekend, I don't want to go home and I don't think I can deal with work, but I kind of need the money right now. I don't know. Fuck.

My grandmother loved Grub more than pretty much anything, and Mum seems to think that she's resenting the fact that it was Grub who died instead of our other cat, Michelle, who's twice as old, blind and suffering from Arthritis. To be honest, we didn't think she had much time left and it's kind of a shock that Grub should go first when she was still so young. I'm hoping Michelle will keep being the stubborn little creature that she is and not give up for a long while yet, I don't think any of us could deal with losing both so soon.

I don't think there's too much else that I can say about this right now. I kind of want to go down to the train station and just hang out with Gary, I didn't see him yesterday since he was probably hiding from the rain, but I don't think I can drive right now, I can barely walk straight since I took more Valium than I probably should have and I should probably just go back to bed.

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 13:52:06 GMT

God damn, over the past few weeks, someone I used to be quite close with has been asking me periodically if "we're over". Seriously, this is most dramatic breakup I've ever been through and I never even dated her, ffs. I've kind of been ignoring her since she's just been stirring shit as of late and to be honest, it's more of a chore dealing with her than anything else these days. Hell, she's always been terribly aggressive and demanding, she used to regularly tell me to ditch uni or work and go travel an hour north just to hang out with her, she stopped doing this when I started to ignore her. Today, I finally replied to her and told her that I'm supposed to be her friend, not her babysitter but I don't enjoy being around her anymore. She replied with a head of "Oh but I've changed! I know I treated you like shit but I won't anymore. Btw, are we over?"

Fuck. idk, is it really that bad to just want to let friendships die? I'm actually quite cool with letting people go once a friendship is no longer beneficial, but some people seem to get upset with this. It's not like I particularly dislike her, but I think with time I could learn to hate her since I really doubt she's changed, and ever will, and I'd rather not hate anyone.

Anyway, first day back to uni. Nathan campus is in the middle of a fucking forest and I spent about an hour walking to and from my car (somehow worse than on the coast, but so long as it's not hot, I won't care), but at least not on a steep hill like Mount Gravatt. Had two programming lectures in which I nearly fell asleep in, and some multimedia crap that's a prerequisite for something I've already passed so I'm not even sure why I'm taking it. I guess it'll be an easy pass.

Looks like Supanova is happening soon. Unless someone messes around with my roster, I should have the weekend off, although I'm not entirely sure why I want to go. Last year, I pretty much just sat and talked to Mike, Brendan and some Toy Soldier dude whose name I cannot remember for the life of me, which is all well and good, but not quite worth the $45 or however much it is. Hell, I even went to SydNova, we lasted there for about half an hour before bailing. Part of me would absolutely love to make a costume, but I don't have the time to. Jane and I were meant to do Silk Spectre and Silhouette from Watchmen, but it looks like if that happens, it'll have to be a GenCon thing.

On a more positive note: fuck yeah, Autumn! Only three more months until Winter and I will no longer have to depend on the air conditioner to sleep!

Also, I'm quite addicted to this and it's making me feel quite gay.

Wed, 10 Feb 2010 09:35:37 GMT

If anyone has experienced something similar to the following, I would greatly appreciate it if you share! I'm feeling a little paranoid right now and I'm not sure if it's justified.

About a year ago, I had someone add me on MSN. I didn't recognise the email, but I added them anyway. When I spoke to them, they asked how I got their email and why I added them even though I hadn't first added them. I tell them for a while that I did not add them, but dropped it after a while. We still talked a little, trying to figure out how we could possibly know each other. Pretty soon, this person starts asking pretty personal stuff and I ask them to back off. They apologise and never sign on again.

I have multiple emails, the majority are not public and I do not tell people of these emails. I noticed earlier today that the same email has added a couple of my private email addresses. This is strange.

I'm thinking this is someone I know trying to be subtle, but I'm not sure.

Anyway, has anything similar happened to any of you?

I'll probably delete this later.

Fri, 05 Feb 2010 14:04:34 GMT

A. List ten habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag ten people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."

1. I FUCKING LOVE FRESH BREAD. Seriously, leave a fresh loaf of bread near me and I will steal your end pieces.

2. I always wear OTK socks/stockings, but I can't fucking stand it when they roll down past my knees. Thankfully it doesn't happen much, but for this reason, I have a violent love of garters/suspenders.

3. I spend so much money on materials for dresses/clothing in general that I never use or start but never finish (seriously, I have to be pretty much beaten into finishing things). Sewing saves me absolutely no money whatsoever for this reason, but I still buy fabric like a mad bitch and usually never end up making anything.

4. I have the ability to be overly social at work, but as soon as I leave the place, I can't deal with people I don't know, even if I try super hard! This is why I can't stand group assignments at uni, at least in most uni situations, I can be as socially retarded as I want, but group assignments make me uncomfortable and angry.

5. In the two years that I've known my boyfriend, despite the fact that I'm pretty damn aggressive and stubborn sometimes, we've never fought. We don't agree on everything, but it never leads to fighting, we usually just end up sitting in the bathroom and talking about whatever we've disagreed about for ages in a purely neutral matter. I can count the amount of people that I can talk to about anything without feeling awkward on one hand, and he's one of them.

6. I love all cats. I don't love all dogs, but if you have a cat, I want it. If I happen to have my camera on me, and I see a cat on the street, I will try to take photos of it. I always find myself talking to them too, Gary hopped into my car the other night and I was having a one-sided conversation with him, and unfortunately a commuter from the train station next door walked by. He stopped momentarily to look at me funny ):

7. I don't mind helping people if they need help, but if I know that they haven't tried to help themselves before asking me, I will get terribly annoyed with them. It doesn't matter who you are, but if you don't try then make excuses after you fail at something, I will feel terribly satisfied in knowing that you got what you deserved.

8. I'm very awkward when it comes to physical affection. It doesn't apply so much to Rick (which I guess is good), but I will feel weird touching pretty much anyone else. I don't like other people's hands in particular, I really hate them brushing against mine. I am terribly awkward in places like clubs for this reason, every time I feel someone touch me, I fly off in the opposite direction and usually end up hitting someone else. Unless I'm slightly drunk and there are gay men around.

9. For a long time, my most irrational fear was of a particular type of creature in Morrowind. I hated Corprus Stalkers more than anything, and for a long time, I was too scared to try to finish the main storyline of the game. I finally did a few weeks ago, and now I know what a giant fucking pussy I was. Aside from them, which no longer scare the living crap out of me, I'm not really scared of anything, except for maybe friends/family dying, etc. I don't think this is irrational, though.

10. I cannot stand hair. Once hair is no longer attached to an organism, it is now gross (cats and my dog are an exception to this rule). If I have to clean up someone's hair, I am usually on the verge of vomiting. I can't stand dust bunnies either, them with hair makes everything a whole lot worse!

I tag anyone who comments or bothers to read this and wants to do it themselves. I can't keep track of how many people on my FL have done this so far.

FYT:

Wed, 03 Feb 2010 04:02:06 GMT

I currently violently hate the man who was supposed to be installing air conditioning today. I assume I will hate him less on Monday (assuming he turns up), but that does not help me now. Even with two fans on, this place is still gross and hot. Come back, rain monster! At least things were sort of cool then. Where is my forecast storm?!

Work is not relevant to my interests right now, calling in sick tomorrow is very tempting, but I could probably do with the money (since Centrelink hasn't done shit about my supposed youth allowance and I have rent to pay). It seems kind of stupid having to pay rent to be here three days then back where I was for four, but I guess this will change next month, and hopefully I'll be a government sponge by the time uni starts again.

New house is lovely, though, it's slowly becoming presentable, although sharing a bed in this weather is horrible even if you are parked in front of two fans (again, I hate you, air con man). I woke up on regular intervals this morning, each time I had progressively less space of the bed for myself to the point where I was almost hanging off the bed. By then, I actually did something about this and pushed Rick back over to his own side, but could no longer sleep after that. I am yet to achieve anything today, although I have to go into town this afternoon to meet up with Nikki/go to farmers markets since the only complete meal I can currently make out of what I have here is crappy pasta, and that is horrible.

I think I will go downstairs and watch 30 Rock. I really don't want to go out/do anything today.

Thu, 28 Jan 2010 04:31:25 GMT

I should be packing now, but I will get onto that later tonight after work/tomorrow morning. There's not a lot left, I just need to box up stuff I'm getting rid of or giving to people.

So, tomorrow I start moving. Actually, I started moving on Monday, but tomorrow, I'll be jamming in as much stuff as I can into my car and taking it up to Norman Park. The new place is great, aside from the last owners trashing it, but after three days solid of cleaning and replacing the carpet, it's starting to look good. The neighbours that we've met so far have all been lovely, and seem very pleased that the last owners are gone. They left behind a heap of shit, notably used womens underwear, stockings and a chroma harp. The harp we don't mind, since we already have a heap of string instruments and it's another to add to the collection, and it might even out-weird the sitar. They took the food disposal out of the sink, though, unhinged one of the doors to the laundry and just fucked up a bunch of doors so they opened very strangely (there's a wirescreen door inside for some reason), but they're all fixed now, and the disposal replaced (even though it wasn't legal for them to take it in the first place). Dishwasher is ruined, the air con was full of so much dirt that it couldn't do anything except leak. We cleaned out the air con (I was dry retching the whole time), so at least that works now, and well, but the dishwasher will have to be replaced. Just about everything was covered in dirt (I seriously doubt that these people knew how to clean at all), the carpet had so much crap mashed into it (the whole place looks instantly better now that its been replaced) and the painting job they've done looks like they just pulled over the short bus and let a bunch of downies just roll around in some paint and smear themselves on the walls. Painting will be redone at a later date, since it's not a priority right now.

I wish I took photos of this place before we started cleaning, because it was really quite terrible.

Anyway, off to work :/ I don't want to go, but I'll go pay off some more of my overlocker so hopefully I can pick it up next week and spend my spare time after moving working on my Prometheus Bound outfit. I hope Leonard's not in tonight. He's been quite lovely to me as of late, but I don't feel up to much beyond sitting on his computer until 8pm writing up pattern guidelines.

Sat, 23 Jan 2010 14:30:12 GMT

I've been posting a lot of angry shit on private. I'm not sure if anyone wants to read these entries, aside from maybe Jane, but if you do, let me know and I'll put you on the filter. It's mainly all just personal drama and my unbridled rage about stupid things people do, but I think I'll be posting a lot more under that filter, especially in comparison to how much I post publicly. If I had the time tonight, I'd be writing a particularly long one, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.

Anyway, in a week, I'll be a Brisbane resident. Settlement is tomorrow as it is now Sunday, one of my managers refused to give me the day off (despite it not being one of my base days) so I have to haul ass up in the afternoon to pick up my keys/move the first lot of my crap in. I will be a considerably happier person after next weekend, hopefully we'll be pretty settled in relatively quickly. I'm surprised at how calm Rick is about everything when I'm stressing like fuck. I guess he's not moving to another city, though, but still, I wish I could be as chill as he is right now.

I think Nikki's expecting to stay with us next Sunday night, Mum said that she's wanting to despite the fact that her employers are paying for her to have accommodation. The thought of this makes me want to punch a fucking hole in the wall. I don't get along with her the vast majority of the time. The day after I move, shit will still be a mess, I will still be stressed as fuck and I don't want someone who, without fail, makes me so angry, because I know what she's like and she'll want constant attention from both of us. Why is it that now that my sister lives in the middle of fucking nowhere, eight hours away, I see her more than I ever did when she lived on the coast? God damn.

Don't want to go to work. I'm so worn down right now, I don't even feel like myself and it's hard to stay motivated for very long. I hope Leonard's back tomorrow, I need to talk to him, I'm not sure what's going to happen after I start uni. I think he'll be fine with me just doing every second weekend just for some extra money, but I don't know what I'll do if he says no. I really don't think he would, considering how there's only two other people that know how to do my job. I don't want to look for another job, and I don't think I could live off just youth allowance (that is, if I actually get approved, but I don't see why I wouldn't) unless I settle into a staple diet of flour and nothing else.

I should go to bed. It's going to be a long day.

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 10:39:31 GMT

Today has been utterly brilliant (: We put in an offer for a place in Norman Park which was accepted! Unless something goes wrong, it will be ours in 30 days. I think we'll end up doing a lot of work to the place, repainting etc., but I don't mind, I'm just so happy to know that I will have somewhere to live once uni starts again. I need to get rid of so much of my stuff, though. I have too much crap anyway, if I get rid of most of it, then moving will be much easier.

I also bought myself a new toy which arrived today, a Legacy 3/4 electric guitar, v. cheap but it's the first guitar I've owned that hasn't hurt my wrists to play. God damn 12 year-old hands. Nonetheless, I'm very happy (: I'm going to have to find some guitar racks, between Rick and I, we have 9 guitars or something, hah. And a sitar. God damn sitar. I've also acquired an overlocker ($700 down to $220, screw you, Spotlight!) and just splurged on sewing supplies, so hopefully I'll get some time to sew once I move. I want to get some fabric of my own printed up, I'd love to make a dress that I designed completely.

Anyway, Rick and I have been in Springbrook for the past few days. Instead of burning this place down like the one in Montville, we nearly flooded it. I'm starting to think that each time we go somewhere, it's customary for us to fuck something up and make a mess. Ringtail possums like chickpeas, though. We had four of them hanging out with us last night, we gave them all of our leftover fruit. I have an ungodly amount of them nomming and looking vacant, in which I am much too lazy to upload right now.

Seasons beatings, everyone!

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 03:52:05 GMT

Jesus fuck, every house I try to inspect goes under contract right before I'm meant to see it :/ Ugh. In the city by myself righ now, killing time until 3 then going to a net cafe to start over. This is hard trying to do this without his housemates knowing yet. I don't think they'd mind anyway. Either way, I'm stressing like fuck, we have two months to find a place, I hope that's enough.

My phone's screen protector is disgusting. I think I'll go replace it. That'll kill a bit of time.

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 05:53:19 GMT

Last night, I dreamed that there was an extra $50k in my bank account. This was good. Someone stole my car, though, this was not as good. I went out in hot-pink leggings (as pants, Dream Steph should be shot) to buy a petticoat. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've worn pants in public for two years now. It would be longer if Dad wasn't all "NO >:| You dress down in Peru and Mexico!", but I suppose that's fair enough.

Sleeping was good, though. It's been hard to sleep lately. Sunday night, I got absolutely none until 6am or so, neither did Rick except he got up and went to work at 5am or some shit, I wish I could just rock up to work whenever it's convenient for me. I managed to get up at 10 or something, stumbled downstairs to find some dude I've never seen before sitting on the couch, playing GTA or similar. Turns out it was Cess, who I played Borderlands with once over Steam but that's as far as our social interaction went. Everyone has always said that he is a lovely boy, and they are right.

I was stressing about finding a place to move into, but not so much now. I told Mum about my moving out. She went crazy, and by crazy, I mean that she offered to buy a place in Brisbane that Rick and I can live in. I think she's been expecting this. She's going to rent out the house in Ashmore, so she said we could take any and all of the furniture we need from there, I suspect out of fear that whoever rents the place may trash it all. I think the only things we need to worry about is buying a new bedframe and.. towels? We're also getting pet crayfish, and depending on where we end up, maybe a cat! I'm hoping we can find somewhere in Paddington or West End, since both are awesome and are close to the city, and would probably be decent places to invest in.

I've spent the past few days in Toowoomba. Yesterday, I went into the city to buy cake-shaped soap and crafty shit, and some guy who heavily reminded me of Chris-Chan approached me on the street. He spoke just like him, I was terrified and wishing Jane was there to save me, or at least be scared with me. Thankfully he went away, though. I eventually got to the soap shop. A car went through their front window. Shithead children were left in their parents car and dropped the handbreak, I don't even know how the shit the car was able to gain enough momentum to do so much damage since the street is flat, but okay. It took out a cement bench outside the store before going through the window. Also went and bought a copy of A Brief History Of Time. I am enjoying it and have experienced minimal confusion so far. I also need to stop buying books until I read through the stack that I already have to complete, it's now surpassed the height of my knees.

I can't wait for Dad to get home from work, I'm hungry but nothing that I bought to eat seems appetizing. He'll probably be playing Aion all night, though, and I'll have to get dinner, and that requires getting dressed which I'm not keen on, but it will be worth it for food.

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 14:26:57 GMT

I love how my sister always calls me at midnight. The past twenty minutes were spent listening to her crying to me over the phone in the bathroom of a pub over the fact that three boys like her and they're all lovely and she doesn't know who to choose. She was also obscenely drunk. I'm actually.. kind of worried about her :| Not about her silly boy situation, but how neurotic she seems now that she's a million miles away, in the middle of nowhere. She will never know this, though.

I'm also stressing about telling Mum about moving out. When we left the farm, she told me that she was always so glad that I was there with her or she would've gone mental. I like to think that our current situation isn't nearly as horrid as it was then, though. idk. I think if I keep my job down here, she'll be happy, I'll still see her a few days a week and it'll be less time that she has to spend worrying about my fucking shit up in the kitchen etc.

I don't want to work tomorrow. Actually, I never want to work, period. I'm feeling slightly resentful towards Leonard for all his fucking around with my roster and not informing me. Going to visit Dad on Monday for a few days, I'm terribly excited to get away from the Coast for a while.

Also sick of Twilight bullshit again. Take your damn Twilight-inspired chicken sandwiches and shove them up your ass, please >:|

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:37:32 GMT

God damn, I love holidays. I've made a resolution that for every week of Summer, I'll sew myself one garment of clothing otherwise I'll probably just sit on my ass and not actually do anything productive for the next three months! I've started early, last week I made myself a steel-boned corset skirt. Today I trashed my AP Cosmetics OP and turned it into a high-waisted skirt since it appears that I have a raging boner for them right now. Everything seems to be going well so far! For my 21st last week, I got a Nikon D3000, so I should put it to good use and take some photos of what I make. I'll be back at Jane's on Friday so I'll borrow the mannequin then and take some and slave labor for a bit on something else.

As previously mentioned, I'm 21 now! Hello, I'm an old man. Anyway, birthday itself was good, I spent it faffing around the city with Jane then bestowed pity upon Rick for the night because he was not very well ): I didn't get crunk or anything because I am a pathetic human and don't know how to party (my 18th was spent scaling hills in Sydney and on going to bed at 8pm, hah).

It looks like I'll be moving up to Brisbane in the not-too-distant future! It looks like it'll just be Rick and I, we'll be looking for places on Sunday night. I'm not sure if his current housemates know yet that he wants to leave, I have a feeling that this may cause some drama, but I hope it doesn't because as far as I know, this isn't personal. Anyway, wherever we end up, I hope we can get a cat.

Anyway, I will leave you with my favorite photo of Jane to date! I already know now that 98% of all photos I take will feature either or both Jane and Ty. Click for the full-size, since I know at least one of you is a dipshit and is still using a 600x800 resolution or will have a whinge about me ruining your damn layout (speaking of which, I should probably get around to making a decent one instead of getting halfway through and forgetting about it).

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 06:30:05 GMT

Oh god my last exam starts in just over an hour >:| I'm leaving in five minutes because I need to buy 2B pencils (apparently it's multiple choice! This is good). I am slightly peeved that a quarter of the content is on something that wasn't even taught this semester, just briefly mentioned in one lecture. They've been very unclear about how they're marking this, apparently we need to get a minimum of 40 points out of 62 marks to pass this course. I'm hoping that means that questions are weighted differently so they total 100 points, since we've already done a fuckload of other assessment and I'm just resenting the mere existence of this exam, damnit, I know the vast majority of this shit, and if I somehow fail, I will be beating myself up for the next eighteen years because of it. I got my results back from my final group assignment for the same subject today, included were the marks that absolutely everyone else got, we did considerably better than most, which pleases me. I'm glad that my brutal ass-busting was not wasted.

Looking forward to crafty bullshit resuming tomorrow! I'm finally getting my owed crafternoon with Andrea, which will be followed by purikura and general lurking in Surfers tomorrow night, I assume. Tonight, when I get home, assuming that Joe and Harry haven't ambushed me into going to Parkwood Tavern with them, will be wasted on catching up on what I haven't done in Borderlands. I should be ashamed of how much I haven't achieved yet.

Time to run off to uni for the last time this year :D

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 11:43:19 GMT

I really need to update more. When I was a youngin' with my first LJ, I used to update all the time, but for some reason, one day I went through every entry and deleted all the content, just leaving them blank and the comments intat. I know whatever I'd written probably was all just stupid bullshit and probably would've made me rage so hard that I'd find a way to time-travel just to punch my younger self in the face, but that would've been better than having forgotten a lot of the things I'd done while I was younger.

I turn 21 on Thursday. I've been somewhat unhappy about this over the past few months since I'm getting to be quite the old fucker, but I'm not really caring much now. I don't even know what I'll do, my family's having some dinner thing on Saturday night (it will be really quite strange for everyone to be in one place, it's not often that my parents are in the same city, let alone the same room), but as for Thursday.. I don't know. I'll probably spend the day in Brisbane with Jane, should she be keen, then just crash at Rick's that night since he wants to see me then. This is the first time in either three or four years where I'll actually be withing 800km of home on my birthday. I usually just run off somewhere, and it's still pretty tempting to do so.

Anyway, I've been in Montville for the past few days with Rick, he managed to get time off of work, so he asked if I wanted to go somewhere. Good times were had! Birds were continuously raiding our balcony. Of course, the fact that we were in a rainforest and that some sort of bushwalking may happen did not occur to me, and I found out that doing so in lolita and 5" heels is not a very wise decision. I think I need to go buy some normal clothes and non-stupid shoes to just leave in the car from now on. We found waterfalls, though! We went shopping in the town yesterday, we bought stuff for Chi, Fae and Nikki since just about every store specialized in either candles or tea.

Since there was a fireplace where we were staying, we decided that we needed to use it despite the weather being almost disgustingly hot, so we put on the air conditioner to do so. Al Gore would be spinning in his grave, if he were in one. Anyway, the fire was a bad idea, long story short: we caused a mild explosion, and I enjoy the fact that the second thing Rick asked after it happened was "Oh god, do I still have eyebrows?". The first thing he asked was if I was okay, which I was. He, however, managed to singe off all the hair on his left arm and all I could do was laugh. There was soot and embers everywhere. Somehow we managed to clean the place up so the owners of the property wouldn't go apeshit and tell us to never come back.

He wants to go away next month again to Springbrook or something since the EPA has property out there that we can probably take advantage of. I hope there is no fireplace, however. It's probably for the best.

I can't wait for Tuesday! It will mean that uni is well and truly over for this year (: I have one exam left on Monday night and then it's all over, how wonderful! I should be studying, it's the main reason why I'm home right now, but of course I am not being productive. Instead, I've been playing Borderlands since I haven't been able to with my lack of internet over the past week, and raging at my on-coming cold. I assume I will be playing Borderlands again when I'm done with this entry! I do really love this game. L4D2 comes out on Tuesday, I believe, with a little luck, I should have the US/HIGH VIOLENCE OLOLOL version preordered, because the Australian/low violence version looks lame ):

Natt has been here for the past two weeks, but this entry is getting kind of long, so I'll leave writing about our adventures for another day. She will be back next month!

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 03:59:22 GMT

Oh sweet Jesus, I'm so sick of uni right now >:| Thankfully it's over for the year tomorrow, but I still have a damn presentation to do and finish my programming assignment. I can't work up the motivation to finish it! I went to uni yesterday to work on it and I just ended up getting ridiculously angry after a few hours and walked out. Again, it's not that I can't do it, it's that I don't want to do it. I already know that I've passed this course (if I don't hand this in, I would still get a credit, but a HD would be nice!), hopefully work will be really quiet tonight so I can work on it there instead of having to stay up stupidly late tonight.

I'm stressing over Halloween, too. I convinced Leonard to let us all dress up and I want to go all out, but nothing's going right! My costume's just some generic vampire crap (will be wearing VR, yet to decide if it'll be the skirt or the JSK), Michael will be doing this too (except he won't be wearing a skirt or dress, sadly, his trap days are over), only half the important stuff I bought for this hasn't yet arrived ): Michael recommended me some fangs that he bought ages ago that are really realistic, I bought some last month but they're still yet to arrive, and I'm not sure what I'll do for an alternative. Maybe if I finish all my shit for uni by 3 tomorrow, I can go scout the Gold Coast for fangs, Sophie's checking at Gypsy Rose for me today, if they don't have any, I'll check out the theater shop down in Benowa. They'll probably have something. The contacts I bought seem to have disappeared into the void that is the Brazilian postal system, however. I'm not sure why I'm so stressed about something for work, haha. It's a shame I can't use my costume that I'm going to wear to Anita's party. I'd probably get fired.

November looks like it'll be a good month! On Monday, Natt's coming to the Gold Coast for.. two weeks or something, idk. She's going to stay with me for a while. Rick and I both have time off work towards the middle of the month, so we're going up to.. Montville? I think it's Montville, I can never remember the name of the place, but whatever it is, we're going there for a while and I'm really looking forward to this! The place we're staying at looks really nice and I'll probably end up not wanting to go home, but he probably will because he seems to hate going absolutely anywhere, which makes me question why he organized this, but I will not complain. Also turning 21 at some point, the family are organizing crap which will be wonderful and fruity or whatever. Leftover Crack are doing a show in Brisbane on my birthday, debating whether to go or not. If I were 15 again, I'd be ruining myself over this. I think this will be the first birthday I've had in four years where I'll actually be within 8 hours of home.

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 13:29:17 GMT

To anyone on my FL who's used the shopping cart system to buy from BtSSB: how long did it take for them to send you your invoice? I've only done this once before with a reservation, and it took a matter of hours for them to invoice me. I placed an order with them on the 9th, my order was confirmed but they haven't sent anything more. I've emailed them twice, yet I haven't received a response from either address. I'm hoping that they're just very busy, I don't want to be blacklisted for not paying up, plus I based most of a day around being home in time to sit in front of the computer F5ing to get my hands on that black Vampire Requiem skirt. I'm not entirely sure why I'm so stupid about this series.

Still very sick of uni. Things are slowly getting done, but not as fast as I'd like, I will whinge more about that later on, however.

Was invited to some BBQ on Saturday night by someone from uni. For some reason, and I suppose now I'm sort of borderline friends with the people in my tutes who I don't actually mind. I am becoming quite the social butterfly. To my surprise, the night didn't go horribly, and people are going out of their way more often than usual to speak to me. I can't remember much of what happened aside from not feeling awkward though, and falling asleep immediately after getting home.

I don't really remember working on Sunday. I did work on Sunday, I just don't remember anything about it aside from I was there and an old man was nice to me. I went up to Rick's after, I think we watched something, and I got about two hours sleep. I spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, watching things out of the window (which eventually included the sun rising) and resenting it being one of those nights that, despite being hideously tired, I just couldn't sleep. When Rick finally woke up, he suggested we ditch work/uni and just sleep for the whole day. I would've happily punched one thousand babies to be able to say yes, but group meetings, mini exams and work meetings meant sleeping the day away would result in trouble. We're going away for a few days next month to a place with a name that I can never remember for the life of me. Either way, it's on a mountain, I'm looking forward to this so much that it hurts.

I hate group assignments. The girls I'm working with for my Web Dev one are lovely people, but they just.. won't do anything. We met up today to collaborate efforts, I asked what they had done and they said nothing (despite having set out, for the third time, what they need to achieve). Every draft submitted so far has been entirely my work, I'm already doing two out of three roles of this assignment, between the two of them, they only have to do one, but they just.. won't. I spent the hours leading up to my programming lecture today scripting part of our site's template, which they are supposed to do. I asked them if they could finish working on it by tonight, since I had to be in a meeting until 9, and they said they'd email it to me before then. I've received nothing, and all they had to fucking do was adjust the width of a damn menu bar. They are third-year IT students, this should be a fucking walk in the park for them. This assignment is due in less than a week. If they still haven't done shit by Wednesday, I'm withdrawing from the group and doing it all myself. At least I can do it how I want, then. Ditching tutes tomorrow to work on this. Final programming assignment is due next week, too, but at least I know it's all shit I can do in a day.

Work meeting sucked aside from Leonard letting me spend the whole thing lying on one of the display beds. I ran into Anita on the way out from uni, she offered to get me coffee from Zaraffa's, which was lovely, although I don't think it achieved much aside from teaming up with the half-litre of V I downed earlier to form SUPER HEADACHE.

Anyway, in other news, I called up the RSPCA about Gary last week. I don't think they've done anything yet, I saw her last night briefly, although it was dark and I had my arms full, so I couldn't check on her before she was gone. If she does end up being confiscated and her owners are charged for neglect, then I will be able to adopt her.

I have bitched enough for this week. It's time to try this sleeping deal again, and hopefully wake up fresh and ready for a day full of scripting ): In two weeks, I will be free!

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 14:25:25 GMT

I have a thing for harassing cats that I find on the street. This one is one of my favourites:

Her name's Gary (it's actually Bailey, but I was told Gary first so it stuck). She lives in Rick's street, she always hangs out by the train station, whoring for attention from people who pass by. She is absolutely lovely, but too trusting. I saw her when coming back from the city yesterday afternoon. Her neck was completely shredded, along with her legs, but her neck was by far the worst. Apparently it's been like that for a week, although I was told it was much worse yesterday than it had been previously, yet no one had done anything about it. She's not a stray, she has a family a few houses down, apparently there are kids there which chase her and give her a hard time in general (also dogs, but the kids are worse, apparently). We disinfected a couple of her wounds last night, Rick did so again tonight when he got home from work but told me they're worse still now, so first thing tomorrow I'm calling the RSPCA. With a little luck, after she's treated, I'll be able to adopt her! She'll get a home where she's actually cared for, I'll finally get an awesome cat and her (hopefully soon to be previous) owners will be able to continue doing absolutely nothing for an animal that they don't deserve. It was very tempting to just steal her this morning, but I suppose I should go about this in a manor that won't get me a criminal record.

Anyway, I'm sick of uni. I can't wait for November to roll around so I can just work a couple days a week and just bum around the place for the rest. I have a pile of books that reaches my knees that I need to get through, I want to be reading now but I should be doing my tute work for tomorrow but I just can't bring myself to, fuck. This is the last week that I have tute work and I can't fucking do it. I'm thinking going to bed and just getting to uni super early and trying to do it then. If I rage hard enough, one of the guys in my morning tute will probably take pity on me and help out. It's not that I can't do it myself, I just.. really don't want to.

In a month's time I should be on some mountain that I cannot remember the name of for the life of me. I hope it's cold and rainy and has owls.

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 13:22:31 GMT

How the fuck do jelly molds work? I bought one from Ikea or Freedom or some other evil corporate chain homeware store ages ago and decided to use it the other night. I just tried to get the jelly out before and it just.. sat there, defying gravity and refusing to dislodge itself. I whipped out a knife and tried to pry the edges a bit, nothing still. I shook it and it sounded like wet flapping then just fell apart >:| Does it require some sort of lubricant? I think I may have not added enough water, though, it's as solid as the Pizza Hut jelly, if I can recall correctly, so hard that you could throw a lump at someone's head and it's just bounce back in one piece just as it was thrown. I'm not even much of a jelly person, why did I buy this stuff?

My wallet was stolen yesterday! That, or I was very silly and dropped it (but I do vividly remember putting it in one of my many, many bags for the night, so I'm inclined to believe the former). I know I had it at Helensvale since I used my Go Card to get into the station, but by the time I got to Norman Park it was gone. The fact that I couldn't touch off my Go Card frustrated me more than anything else at the time, I was tearing my shit apart on Rick's bed thinking that if I found it, the first thing I'd do would be to run back to the station and touch off. When I got back to Helensvale this morning, I figured I'd just ask if anything had been handed in yet not really expecting it to have been, but it had! I was so stoked, I could've kissed the man at the ticket desk as he grunted at me and slid it under the glass panel. All my money had been taken (including my collection of very small change, oh no!), but the fact that I don't have to fuck around replacing everything just made my day.

Anyway, uni started again today, I had a rather odd experience walking into one of my lectures. Some guy started asking me how my web dev assignment was going, then proceeded to just.. talk to me. People sometimes try to talk to me but I'm so socially retarded that it never really goes anywhere, but not today! I was quite sure that I'd ever even seen him before, let alone noticed him in any of my classes. Hell, he was in my Programming lecture which consists of about 15 people, I am terribly ignorant. I suspect he's friends with tall blonde guy who I think called me a Nazi once (I'm not entirely sure about that, though), but is always really nice otherwise. I should probably learn people's names, there's only really two people I ever talk to that I don't have group assignments with, I'm quite sure one is JP, the other one I still refer to as Tool Guy, I feel terrible because they're both lovely.

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 14:56:31 GMT

I haven't had very many vivid dreams lately that I can remember, and I can only remember parts of last night's. A lot of it was to do with me being at some engagement party in which I didn't particularly want to be at. I don't remember who was getting engaged. I probably didn't even know them, haha. What I do remember well is that in this dream, I also visited a pharmacy. When there, the pharmacists were looking over my script then began asking me if I really wanted them to fill the order because this particular medication expires really quickly. They were very adamant about not selling it to me. Pretty sure that this was provoked by something Rick said last night about medication not really expiring and it's just to put people off fishing meds from years back out of the cupboard and taking them when they shouldn't be anymore.

I actually went to the pharmacy today, though. The pharmacist didn't try to talk me out of buying my prescription, but she did ask if I'd been on it before. I said yes. She didn't seem to believe me, and informed me that if I hadn't, then we would need to "have a talk" about it, and that it's "all about protection". I'm usually quite immune to awkward situations, but I wasn't quite sure what she was getting at! I'm assuming that she thought I didn't know how the damn Pill works, or that I'd go out and get an STI or something. I suppose that she was just trying to be nice. I kind of want to know what she would've said if I'd told her no, though, but I can imagine that it'd be much more awkward than what little she did say. Jane and I then went and stood in the pregnancy test aisle for a while and were being inappropriate in general. I hope we made some people feel uncomfortable. I think we generally do.

Oh dear, it's now Thursday. I hate Thursdays! They are the worst day of the week. I can't wait until Saturday! Evelyn tried to get me to work all weekend but I told her no, it's my damn weekend off >:| I fully intend to sleep in until some ungodly hour on Sunday and spend the rest day doing absolutely nothing, and all will be right in the world.

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 14:33:07 GMT

There were neo Nazis in my suburb yesterday ;_; One wolf-whistled at me at the petrol station last night so I ran back to my car! He looked like he could punch through a brick wall and his swastika tattoos were not comforting! I hope they're not actually from here, Parkwood's meant to be for young families, uni students and the occasional wandering Maltese Terrier.

Anyway, since I'm not as hideously poor at the moment as I usually am, and after some troubles with my invoice, I managed to reserve this:

Need more faggy goth shit since I hardly ever wear anything sweet these days. I'm hoping it'll be a bit darker IRL, but I can deal if it's not. I'm so happy that BtSSB's doing a sailor lucky pack this round! There was a long period where I wasn't very keen on much that BtSSB brought out, but they're fighting their way back into my heart now, and I always need more damn sailor outfits.

This morning I had to be in the city by 9 to watch my sister get admitted, so she's finally a real lawyer! She's been illegible to be admitted for quite some time now, she's just taken her sweet time actually doing it (thanks to PLT, whatever). I had the unfortunate displeasure of sitting next to Dad during the ceremony, he kept on making silly comments about the judges being dressed oddly and wondered if their wigs were itchy. It was good to see him, though! He mentioned coming down to visit next weekend, which would be awesome, I haven't spent a decent amount of time with him since earlier this year when I actually had the time to go and visit him. Will do so during mid-semester break, though. After lunch was over, had to haul ass back to the Gold Coast for an exam, which went wonderfully.

I have a tutorial first thing in the morning and I should probably go to bed, but all I want to do is play Oblivion. Is it worth rocking up to uni tomorrow as a zombie? I think it is.

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 02:30:15 GMT

Hell yes, this is the best place ever for a couch! Mum, you are great at this home decorating thing!

Also, I almost had my car utterly destroyed by a garbage truck yesterday, the dude driving it somehow failed to notice I was parallel to him when he decided to change lanes. There was a cement barricade thing along the road, and both cars in front and behind me, so I didn't have too much choice in where I went. Stepped on the break (and somehow didn't get rammed by the car behind me) and slammed my fist down on the horn, and for some reason he found it necessary to give me the finger. Thanks, bro.

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 11:37:37 GMT

Hahaha oh god I love this cat, it's always hanging outside of Rick's place, every time it sees me it runs up and mashes it's face into me, which is probably why it has such a flat face. Sadly this is the best shot I could get of it yesterday morning before I had to head back to the Gold Coast, I'll have to try again the next time I see it because this cat looks hilarious. There seems to be a lot of awesome cats in that street.

Today was quite lovely. Despite having to be out of the house by 8.15, I managed to get out of my only tute for the day half an hour early (30 people and I'm always the first to finish everything, happy Steph is happy!), found Jane at the bus stop and we headed off to check out Robina. It's very different to how it used to be! I found several errors on LCD displays, I always get off on this shit so I was lolling and I think Jane thinks I'm even more of a nerd now. Found some cool stuff, though, there's a Smiggle there which is great, I bought some A4 tins to keep some of my notes together, and at Borders I managed to find a copy of both Moab is my Washpot and The Liar, both by Stephen Fry who has his own timeless brand of loveliness. On Wednesday night, the existence of the Hello Sir alarm clock was brought to my attention, which is voiced by Mr. Fry, and is possibly the most beautiful way to wake up. Rick said he's getting it for me for my birthday (although I think he may need it more since often lately he's found himself being woken up by my throwing the sheets and blankets onto the floor and prodding him out of bed because work's not going to come to him), although if this happens, I will be stoked on life for a year! It's his birthday next week, somehow I managed to get his present on time (it actually arrived last week, much to my delight), but it is raising some awkward questions. It's still half-packed and very much resembles a coffin (which it's most certainly not, I'm not that morbid), and it's sitting in the sewing room. My mum asked me if it's okay to throw it out >:| It was also a mission to haul up the hill from the post office to my car, only to find that it wouldn't fit in the back seat. I'm still not entirely sure how I got it in the car at all, but I couldn't see very well over the box while driving. Anyway, I really hope he likes what I got him, I think he will, it's pretty much the only thing I could think of that he would like, I'm useless with gifts etc.

Anyway, back to today, after Jane and my epic shopping trip which involved looking in about four stores, we came back to my place to waste some time. We went through old myspace message conversations that we had and had a good lol, and even found some old hate mail from a few people that we didn't even know that was in all caps and informing us how we're nothing but the shit in their asses and lolled some more. Got sushi, then spent a few hours on Jane's lawn star-gazing since we haven't done so since February in Tangalooma. We saw one shooting star and what I suspect was a satellite!

I'm getting really bored of my job again, I'm not looking forward to having to work all weekend, but I get the next two off so that makes things okay. I've been pretty slack there lately. There was a meeting on Tuesday night (which I didn't turn up to) in which the topic of how everything we do online if monitored. They made a very strong point of this, I think this was pretty much only directed at me since most of the time when I'm there, I'm printing off uni notes and browsing the Fallout wiki, and I don't think many people there realize that they can actually browse shit on the terminals. My sister's moving away in just over a month, there's a chance that I'll be taking over her job which would be very sweet for three key reasons: the pay is way better, you can wear what you want and if there's nothing to do, it's okay to read/study/whatever. I'll have to do up a new resume tomorrow so she can take it in for me. I think I have a pretty good shot since when my sister's fucked shit up there, I've come in and fixed stuff for them, so I'm hoping that's enough to make their managers like me!

Uni's going well, my GPA is awesome and I think this very much a part of why I'm happy at the moment. Aside from being a whiny shit about being bored at work, there's really not much that I can complain about right now, which is awesome! I'm sure other things have happened over the past few weeks, but this is all getting tl;dr anyway, and I doubt anyone but Jane reads this crap, hahaha, and she experiences most of it IRL anyway.

Off to do washing then cuddle up in bed with Stephen Fry.. or a book of his, more like, as much as I'd love to have him at my disposal to tell me lovely pink fluffy bedtime stories, it is not an option for me right now.

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 14:53:19 GMT

I just checked my student email for the first time in a few months. It turns out a bunch of people have decided to be internet tough guys and have been fighting via emailing absolutely everyone in the ICT faculty. I have 217 emails from people calling each other stupid.

I think it's time to go to bed.

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 14:59:53 GMT

Tomorrow is my last day of freedom. I suck and have no friends and everyone hates me so I'm going to go hang out and be romantic with myself in Brisbane. I have several good books that I need to finish, so I'm thinking I'll go buy some sort of awesome vego food then go chill in South Bank. I'll come back on Saturday morning for work, will crash at Rick's again. Did so on Sunday night, we made a promise that we'd be up by 7.30 because he had work and I had to get back to the Gold Coast, being woken up by him swearing profusely at 10am because he was terribly late was fun. I do not understand why he is so gay for George Clooney. Why is every man gay for George Clooney? He is a smug bastard.

My timetable for this semester is very lame. Between working and doing uni bs, I get a total of one day off every two weeks :D Woo and yay! I'm not sure if I dislike my job or not, tonight it was great since I pretty much did my own thing and started writing some basic pattern guidelines instead of actually doing anything that'd help anyone. I can take breaks as long as I want (within reason) because no one even notices that I'm gone, haha. I wish the weekends were the same, though, it's much less fun when I have to deal with people.

Also, must harass Dad for my tax return (from last year) tomorrow. I think he's back in the country now. Sometimes I think he leaves Australia just to avoid me. In conjunction with my tax return for this year, I get something like $5k or so back. This is awesome. I will spend it on uni books and a new cat. Perhaps some pretty new dresses, too, since I have a feeling that I will be wearing the same shit to uni over and over. I've noticed that I don't wear anything colourful there ever, so I think I need a couple more black or tartan JSKs. If anyone has any they're willing to sell, give me a heads up, I may be interested!