Before I go any further, let me just offer this:

Don’t get me wrong. I, personally, do not hate sandcastles. I quite like them. I also like this kid. The thing I find funny about it is that, after I laughed at his expression, I then noticed that it looks like he’s been eating sand. I don’t think he really hates sandcastles, I think he loves them, but in a culinary sense. Perhaps his hatred is a front, an excuse for the destruction, then afterwards he’s like, “well, it’s ruined, you won’t mind if I take a piece. Nomnomnom.”

So anyway, on with what I actually meant to say… Tim is on his way home as I type this! YAY! I think he won’t be in the best of moods when he gets in, because his plane from LA to Sydney was delayed by about two hours, so he’s going to miss his connecting flight from Sydney to Brisbane. He had caught an earlier flight from New York to LA, because he was worried about making his LA to Sydney flight. LAX can be a real bitch for connections, because they’re so pedantic and annoying. Plus it’s just a stupid airport (so I’ve heard, from several different people). So I know he’ll be tired and fed up, but I’m just going to be so happy to have him home.

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So, this has been Tim’s journey:

Brisbane -> Tokyo -> Singapore ->London -> Frankfurt -> Paris -> London -> Boston -> New Hampshire -> Boston -> New York -> Philadelphia -> New York -> LA -> Sydney -> Brisbane

All that in three weeks. I think that list is right… It’s just the side trips I’m not 100% sure of.

Chris came over this afternoon and hung out for a while. We watched Little People, Big World (there was a weekend marathon of LPBW on) and talked about things. Then, Noelle arrived and we had to stop talking about her and talk about something else. Just kidding. We still talked about her. Not. Ok. I’m going to stop that doubletalk now. It was a lot of fun hanging out with Chris and Noelle, and Po. We watched the Pilot episode of “Dead Like Me”, and then Chris went home to his Doon but Noelle and I kept watching episode after episode of Dead Like Me. I really like it. The girl looks like she’s about 15, but she has weird, grown-up hands. They’re creepy, but it really fits in with the whole grim reaper theme. It reminds me of one of the radio shows of Ricky, Karl and Steve when they were talking about how they had watched that interview with Michael Jackson, where that guy followed him around and you got to see what his life consisted of. When they asked Karl’s opinion on Michael Jackson, he said, “‘e’s got big ‘ands, ain’t ‘e?” (substitute the extra apostrophes for ‘h’ in case you’re not familiar with his accent). Ricky and Steve laughed at Karl, just one more in a long line of extreme non-sequiturs. I can’t listen to the podcasts without laughing out loud. Sometimes I have to stop what I’m doing so that I can concentrate on not laughing too loud, because when I’m listening to the shows I am at work. It’s my escape from the daily grind (like Gloria Jeans wants to be, but we have a coffee machine in the lunch room at work so why would I go all the way to Gloria Jeans to escape the daily grind, there’s not even one near my work.)

I’m really tired. Here is another funny picture (I find it funny. Actually, I find it hilarious. I’m not sure why. Don’t get mad at me if you don’t find it as amusing as I did):

I think I really like that the thing behind it is so ugly, and the text is small and plain, and you could sort of imagine that kitten saying that. If you’re great at anthropomorphising like I am. Not as great as Karl Pilkington, who apparently saw a bee have a heart attack (because London is so stressful and all). Karl also said that ginger cats are always fat (you never see a skinny ginger cat, according to Karl) because life’s more stressful for them than other cats, because they would get picked on for being ginger. He also said they always look ‘fed up’.

Lauren and Nathan are coming over tomorrow morning to hang out before we go get Tim from the airport. Yay!

 

Tim and I are engaged as of 31st May, 2008!

We haven’t done the whole “official announcement” thing, if there is such a one, but I’m just putting it out there right now.

I haven’t written a blog entry for a while because I’ve been a bit despondent about things – namely, Anthony’s death, but the more recent issue that has me down is the fact that Tim is so far away and won’t be back until the 22nd June. I feel ill-equipped to cope with things on my own, but I have been speaking to Tim every day, and he just bought a webcam today from Singapore airport and so we’ll be able to have video calls now also. We chatted for a while tonight when he was in the Qantas/British Airways lounge waiting for his flight to London, and it was really good to actually be able to see him. It made me feel less alone.

Also, Noelle has been staying over quite a bit, and she bought Dexter a couple of days ago for us to watch because the movie we planned on seeing wasn’t even out yet, so we went home and watched the pilot for Dexter, and I have spent the rest of the weekend watching the entire season. I just finished the finale this evening. I will have to check and see when it’s on paytv.

Also, Lauren, Nathan, Rosie and I went to Yum Cha this morning. I had a good time, I felt happy and positive for a little while. Everyone laughed at me for not knowing that “ranga” and “ginga” meant the same thing, and not knowing that “ranga” was short for “orangutan”. It made me laugh, the fact that they’re now being connected to orangutans, but I guess it’s logical. Sort of. I can’t wait until Nathan sorts out his photoshop issues and makes the fullmetal jacket parody.

I am sooo tired. I will go to bed in a minute.

I didn’t go to any other things this weekend. I don’t really feel up to social interaction. That’s a stupid place to be, I know, but right now I’m working on doing things that make me feel okay, and that’s all I can do for now. Sorry to Noelle, for not going to your Cardboard party, and sorry to Chris & Doon, for not going to your drinkies tonight. You know I’d totally be there if I was feeling like myself.

I really need some sleep.

Here are my survival probabilities:


 

Today was rainy. This is the most floody I have seen the Valley.

Pictures by Bruce Long. Taken on Ann Street in Fortitude Valley today.

Coooool. 

 

Happiness is a bell ringing
At the back of your throat
And when you open your mouth
Shiny sounds tumble out!

Those who told you
“Life is lived through sunshine alone!”
Will stay silent when night falls
And they don’t know how to live!

I watched them all gather in a corner
Pronouncing us a lost cause
And, with a sigh, moving on.
Next order of business! …
Killing time!
Minute taker, take an hour
I’ve got no use for all this time
The day’s stretched out before me
Like a blank page
And me without a pen!

I followed the path but it
turned out to be a furrow in
a field of angry red flowers,
where I am standing, dismayed
and disenchanted.
I followed a path of angry followers on
an angry mission to rid the world
of amibvalence
Anything to feel something!

There was smoke curling in tendrils
From the corners of your mouth
You were on fire and I was
on the edge of my seat
But you are all burnt out and black inside.

That’s how I began.

Wait for the green to start over again, and
it will grow. It won’t become what you want it to be,
but I was much more impresed by the ending anyway.
Tell me again.

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