If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, it must be a pretty nice and well-maintained road. It’s nice thinking about all the good things you could do, at least at the time of thinking them. Not afterwards, when the time has already passed in which you could have done these good things, then it’s kind of nicer to think about all the nice things you could do next (but probably won’t). One of my good intentions was to write a blog, so I’m not one of those people who gets called a geek for no reason. If I’m going to be called a geek, I might as well make it worth everyone’s while. YAY BLOG.
So now that I’m back here, writing again, what do I say? Do I say… I once again have no money? Do I say… although I mostly don’t like having no money, there is also a part of me that enjoys the creativity that it takes to exist on such a paltry sum for two weeks? I could say that. I’m also enjoying listening to Interpol again. I’m trying to make a mix cd for Christian, which is daunting and fun at the same time. I’m irked by Itunes sneaky deletion of some of my music files, and the duplication of others. Why must you mess up my folder contents, Itunes? Is it because Macs don’t like folders? What do you have against them? They make things so nice and orderly!
A few things that have been reminding me of overseas lately: an email from one of our tour people saying she’s coming out to Australia at the end of the year; drinking chai made from soy milk powder infused with tea from the tea shoppe in the Adelaide st arcade; the photographs on my wall (even though they’ve been up for some time. I think it might have been because I’ve moved rooms and they’re in a different place, so it’s like a brand new reminder); listening to bands such as Bloc Party, the Strokes, Kaiser Chiefs, white stripes… This is mainly because I only had my BenQ MP3 player with me, which only holds 128MB of music. It would have been so awesome to have my iRiver when we were overseas… but still, it’s nice to have these songs that remind me of overseas, rather than my entire music collection.
I’m really tired. I can’t believe tomorrow is Friday. It seems to have come around quite quickly. Next Wednesday is payday, but hopefully I have some money in my account tomorrow from ebay sales so I can at least buy some of the ingredients for tomato surprise (and maybe just *obtain* the others, through kitchen cupboard raids. The only thing I can’t really raid for is the lamb. No one just buys a kilo of diced lamb and leaves it in the freezer for people to mistakenly (but not really mistakenly) use. It just doesn’t happen. That’s the sort of thing you buy just because you need it for something you’re planning to cook.
Gosh. I’m falling asleep. BORING.
Oh and btw, this is Napoleon’s myspace here. You should all add him as a friend. He needs friends because he’s new and he doesn’t know anyone here yet (he was only born like a month ago. that’s not a very long time to make lots of friends.)
PHOTOS!
Nic & Finn…. Calum & Finn… I never knew Calum was so maternal!
Emo Harry… Nice fringe! I can see all the emos now following a trend with some classy black capes and plastic hair. And drawn-on glasses. HOT!
Night scene at Mt. Gravatt. “You mean there actually is a mountain there?” I hear you cry. Well, dry your eyes, because YES there is a mountain, and YES it has a wonderful view, and YES it was frickin cold up there on Wednesday night. Christian put my tiny little digicam on a big tripod to take some photos. It looked funny. But the photos turned out nice!
Calum and I being normal at work. I don’t remember why we were taking a photo… probably to document how thrilled we are just to be there every single weekday.
Tomorrow night Noelle and I, and Noelle’s friend Melinda and her sister are going to see John Tucker must die at Southbank. I haven’t been to the movies with Noe in a while, because the last few times I’ve been too sick or too poor and had to cancel 
. But tomorrow night should be fine. Mum has given me some antibiotics, leftover from Rosie, because Rosie had already started a course of antibiotics from a script that had been left at the chemist from the last time she’d been sick. Then she went to the doctors again and got another script for some different antibiotics, which mum got filled, and so now we have too many. So I’m taking the extras. I hope this kills whatever bug I have for good. And I want to go out tomorrow night, in the Valley, and go crazy, and meet up with everyone who I have been too sick or busy to meet up with lately.
My throat hurts! I’m going!