Ne auderis delere orbem rigidum meum! – Don’t you dare erase my hard disk!
I’m meant to be moving things into my new room, and getting everything set up (I think I have a grand total of five powerboards to fill), but I’m just taking a break for a minute. Like they did in Fearless, when they were planting the rice and the wind was blowing. Woooooooooo (that was the wind). It’s not really like that at all. What a terrible analogy. Sorry everyone.
How good is the rain? How good was the dinner that mum cooked tonight? How good is… Ok, I’m done with the how goods. How good is it not to come home to your anxious mother worried sick about her absent daughter? Well, I personally wouldn’t know! How good is it not to have to listen to ultimatums sung to the tune of “if you don’t do this you can f***in well move out”? (It’s a pretty complicated tune. Very dirgy. Lots of haunting violins and violent crescendoes). It doesn’t bother me so much except that with all the yelling and the slamming of doors I can’t hear myself think. It was literally like that… I was trying to listen to what my brain would think up next, and all I could hear was “call your father and you can go live with him!” Yeah right! I remember when mum and dad first split up, and dad moved to the house down the road (after we’d moved out to Maclean and then to Yamba and then finally back home again) and for some reason we were still meant to stay over at his place. It was one room! Down the road from our four-bedroom house! GOSH. And anyway, there were ants EVERYWHERE. Marching in little lines from every crack and corner. I had images in my head of waking up in the middle of the night with ants in my ears and my mouth, and all through my hair, and you’d never be able to get them out, and then you’d smell like dead ants ALL THE TIME.
This weekend was fun. Friday night was drinx for Tanya’s farewell. Apparently Kathryn showed up after I left. I always just miss her whenever work drinx are on and she ends up going out. I think there’s a conspiracy. Anyway, I had three drinks by 6:30pm (happy hour @ Port Office = $4.00 smirnoff blacks! how can they do that??) and so I was kind of tipsy when Christian picked me up. Weekend cool stuff: Thai, Saturday morning in the Valley, rolls from the Valley bakery (near Wing Hing), sun/shade baking in New Farm Park, New Farm Park fresh produce markets, Yum Cha Sunday morning, an impromptu debate in a city coffee shop, lazing around, Sunday afternoon movies. Sounds like a busy weekend, but didn’t feel as busy as usual, which is strange.
Aaaand highlight from today: Putting my camera’s memory card into the computer and discovering surreptitious, sneaky photos…
Ok. Photo time…
The tigers on my wall at work. I can’t remember where I got them from, but I think it might have been Dreamworld. Sometimes they are placed in compromising positions (by Nathan, of course), but they’ve been left pretty much alone lately. I wonder why…
The most disgusting electricity box thingy in the Brisbane/Valley area. For sure. (Like anyone can even know that Napoleon!) What are those little things? Why are they surrounding that man? He looks as disturbed as I feel by even just glancing at this atrocity.
This is Christian’s cat Neo being a duck. Or a boat. Zooooom!
Oooh I almost forgot! New photos of Napoleon! Look how cute he is…
Yay! Today’s photos of Napoleon were brought to you by: Brooke’s friend Sarah, Leigh, Brooke’s phone, Christian’s phone 1, Christian’s phone 2, some hot bluetooth action, and finally, lappy.