What? It’s not summer yet? How come I have to put up with this unbearable heat then?

What? You say it’s not unbearably hot? Yes, it is. GOSH.

It’s too early for me to think of decent things to post, but the “Press it! I stole the internets!” button keeps looking at me whenever I go into my Bookmarks, and so it has become a duty that I can’t ignore. Don’t get me wrong – I love posting blogs as much as the next person writing overly long and pointless blog posts, but not having the internet for a week made me apprehensive about the amount of posts I would have to do to catch up.

Stuff it, I’m extremely effusive, and who cares what I say on here anyway? Well, I guess Suncorp used to care, but not so much any more because I’m no longer associated with them. If I had a bad experience in one of their branches or with their internet banking or phone banking or whatever, I’m more than entitled to post the facts here. It’s free speech. So get lost, censors.

Yesterday was Noelle’s birthday. We had drinks and tapas at Jorge on George, and then made our way down to Parliament House. We had been planning on hanging out in the bar at Parliament House, but it turned out that pretty much everyone had left by the time we got there, the teetotallers. We visited Helen’s mum in her Office, and she shared a really nice Queensland red from the Granite Belt with us. I had to leave in the middle of our quite interesting conversation to go home (Tim, who wins the Best Boyfriend Award, picked me up out the front of Parliament House to make sure I got home safely). I had a really good time with Noelle, Brea, Helen & Renaye.

The new house r0×0rs, btw. As does our new lounge. Check it out (These photos are from a few days ago, when we had first moved in, so our new lounge isn’t in them, and all the boxes and stuff are still everywhere. Plus it’s still messy. I’ll take some new photos today of our nice, clean, tidy new house, and our awesome new lounge):

Tim gets back from New Zealand tonight. I’m looking forward to seeing him, because even though he’s only been gone for one night (two days), I still miss him.

I was a little apprehensive about Tim going to New Zealand in the first place, as the last two times he’s gone something bad has happened. First time was when I was assaulted by a cab driver (incidentally, QLD Police actually literally suck when it comes to protecting females from predatory males. Seriously, they don’t give a fuck). The second time he went away was when this pain from the prolapsed discs all began. So I thought it might be “third time’s the charm”, or something like that. But so far nothing too bad has happened. I did wake up last night unable to breathe from the stomach acid in my throat (caused by one of the painkillers I am on), and had to stand in the bathroom, coughing into the sink for about half an hour, but that’s happened at least three times before anyway. Granted, it was a little worse this time, but I dealt with it okay.

So anyway, it is our (Tim&Me) six-month anniversary on Tuesday 25th September – next week. Because I don’t have much money, I’m making something for him. It’s going to be a surprise so I won’t give away any details here as I know that he does read my blog sometimes. I’m sure he’s pondering the problem of what to get me, but I can’t give him any suggestions because he doesn’t want them – he wants to give me something he’s thought of himself. And fair enough, too. I would prefer it that way.

Since Tim is not here at the moment, it’s just been me & Napoleon in the apartment. When Tim is here, Napoleon doesn’t do too many naughty things. He’s quickly learned since moving in that he is not allowed up on the bench, or the dining table, or near any cords. Also, he is not allowed to walk on the beside tables. This is more just because he has a habit of batting things around with his paws, and pushing things off edges and onto the ground.

However, when Tim isn’t here (such as during workdays), Napoleon seems to slip back into his old bad-habity ways. I sleep much more soundly than Tim does – hardly anything can wake me up – so if Napoleon is out in the living room pushing things off tables and knocking things over while I am asleep, I generally won’t know about it until I wake up. This morning I came out to find that Napoleon had knocked over the glass of water in the kitchen which we have some flowers sitting in. The water spread over the bench, but thankfully didn’t drip over the edges onto the floor. It also, thankfully, didn’t touch any of Tim’s things, which were further up the other end of the bench. However, Napoleon had batted Tim’s train ticket onto the ground… I don’t think this is a huge deal because he didn’t ruin it, and it’s almost time for a new train ticket anyway.

It’s just like in a real family, where the dad is the disciplinarian, and the mother is the mild one. Good cop/bad cop type thing. I’m not trying to be weak and let Po walk all over me, but he’s just so cute and I hate shouting at him. Lucky that Tim is there to pick up the slack, and Napoleon doesn’t seem to love him any less.

Maybe it’s a boy thing.

This is one of my new favourite sites: Strapya. They specialise in mobile phone charms and straps, but there are a few other cool Japanese gadgets there. A couple of my favourites are the things for summer: -40 degree aircon in a spraycan, and a little personal fan that has a function where you can program a message to be displayed when the fan is on. Awesome!

Last week, Ken told me about how he had been at a funeral where, in the middle of the eulogy, someone’s mobile phone started ringing. Was there the possibility that this guy had forgotten to switch his phone off, or onto silent, before the service had commenced? Apparently not, as he answered his phone and started talking right there in the church. I thought that this had to be some sort of joke, because Ken and Co. are well versed in sarcasm and facetiousness. However, Ken assured me this was no joke. He was completely serious. I can’t imagine anyone thinking that it would be appropriate to have your phone on and answer any call that might come through while you are at a *funeral*. Tim told me that the last time he had been to a funeral, the priest had requested that everyone turn off their mobile phones out of respect for the deceased and bereaved. The fact that people actually have to be TOLD to turn off their mobile phones at a funeral is astounding.

*** Enough of fangry things, I have not been able to write in a while, so I should have other things to say too. Maybe. …

1. I’ve been playing Guitar Hero II all evening (except for when I was watching Grey’s Anatomy) and the tips of my fingers are half numb and half tingling with painful pins & needles. Plus my wrist doesn’t like being held at the angle needed for holding the guitar for so long (my robotic wrist, that is – not the real one). I can tell I’m getting better, but sometimes I lose concentration after looking at the screen for too long. My favourite song that I seem to do well on is “Crazy for you” by Heart. I liked their Barracuda song too.

2. I have the new Harry Potter book. I’ve already read about 210 pages out of the 600-odd total, which is pretty good considering I haven’t really spent that much time on it this weekend.

3. This probably should have been number 1, but I’m too tired to go back through and edit these points, so let’s just all agree they are not in order of importance. Good. Today is Tim’s birthday. We went out for dinner last night to Dos Amigos restaurant, which is just down from Tim’s place. The meal was really delicious, even though I had the same thing I always get (If God really dwells within us like they say, I sure hope he likes enchiladas, cause that’s what he’s gettin’!). Then we came back to Tim’s place and had an ice cream dessert log as a cake. We put candles in and sang happy birthday. It was a nice night.

4. Tim has gone to New Zealand until Friday, which means that I will be a little bit forlorn. But not too much. It may not sound like a long time, but it feels like ages to me. Probably just because hes’ in another country and another time zone, though it’s not nearly as bad as when he was in the UK & Ireland.

5. I ordered an MP3 player and a ninjapass for my DS last week. I’m hoping they arrive very soon – especially the mp3 player because I just got the new Interpol album, and I’ve been hanging out for something to listen to at work. Ninjapass should be awesome too though.

Anyway, I am very tired so I think i shall go to bed. Gute Nacht!

For sooth! The precipitation hath foiled our intent for an excursion of merriment and mirth in the parklands of Roma Street! That’s okay, because we’ll just to go Russell & Glynis’ house for lunch.

Tonight I’m going to cook things for us to have at Krity’s birthday lunch tomorrow. I’ll need to go grocery shopping some time today. And also, I will be speaking to Tim tonight (yay!) so I want to make sure I am home for that. I have been far lazier this weekend than I intended, but I’ve done some laundry, changed the bed linen, and tidied things up a bit. Last week I remembered to buy more coathangers, so I was finally able to put all of my clothes away. I’m so domesticated! I wish I had more things to iron – that’s my favourite of all household chores.

We might have gone to the movies this weekend, but I had my movie fix from watcing fullmetal jacket (which I hadn’t seen before). It was good.

I don’t like the second scar on my wrist (on the underneath side). The first one, on top, healed up so well. But the other one still looks stupid. I suppose because the skin is paler there it’s going to be more obvious, but also, scars formed from where the stitches were, so the whole thing looks like a big row of divide-by signs (not the forward slash ones, the ones which are a little horizontal line with a dot on either side). But I guess that’s what you get for being a daredevil! NB. for those joining the story now – I did not slash my wrists. GOSH. What do you think I am? Some kind of depressed, suicidal person? I’m so not even going there right now.

Here are some video games:

Chip’s Challenge. I first played this on a computer that we got second-hand from the Catholic Education Committee (my mum was the representative for our region). This is a puzzle game. You are chip, a little blonde person in blue overalls, and you have to figure out the puzzle in order to get all the chips and step into a vortex which takes you to the next level. I ruined it for myself by looking up the passwords to the levels on the internet (when the internet became available in Wooloweyah).

Dangerous Dave. This was another game from back in the days of Windows for Workgroups (3.1 or something). Not run through Windows, but through a separate start-up screen from which you could access other functions and applications. Basically (for anyone who doesn’t remember or has never played the game) you are Dave. You collect various jewels and pretty things, and you have to get a golden cup in order to go through the door and finish the level. There are bonus levels as well, with lots of jewels to collect if you can find the portal to them. Pretty exciting stuff.

Time to go get ready for Mother’s Day luncheon. More on this later! (maybe!)

I have gone on a blog posting spree. I don’t feel well tonight, I have a killer headache and feel nauseous, plus my shoulders and neck are really tense. Boo fricken hoo, right?

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. We’re going on a picnic with Nathan’s family (minus Simone, of course, as she lives in Reading). Hi Napoleon! He just came in through my window. I bet he sits on my computer chair and goes to sleep in a circle shape.

Tim gets back next Saturday morning at 6:30. Mum is driving me out to the airport so that we can pick him up. I’m going to give him the biggest hug in the history of the world. He’ll be going to Glendalough either today or tomorrow, which is cool because Lauren, Noelle and I went there when we were in Ireland last year. It was freezing! I didn’t wear socks with my boots, because I’m an idiot, and my toes froze, and then the rest of me froze. We visited the monastic settlement, and had lunch by the big lake. I wrote my name in the frost on one of the picnic tables. Ireland is beautiful, one of my favourite places in the world.

I really don’t have that much to write about. The temperature is lovely tonight. J’adore quand il fait froid. I wish that it got cold enough to snow here. Even with the disgusting grey snow and slush that forms on the pathways, and the patches of slippery, refrozen ice, it’s still worth it. There’s still an almost magical quality to snow, for me. I’m sure that those who deal with snow all the time probably get tired of it, but in my mind it’s always pure and soft and cold and white and clean and makes the best sounds when you walk on it. A very satisfying “crnnnch” as the ice compacts beneath the soles of your shoes. And I still haven’t built a snowman! Very disappointing. Or had a real snowball fight for that matter.

Anyway, rather than stay up and have to take a panadol, I’m going to sleep.

Bon nuit!

On Sunday morning after my birthday party the night before, Chris, Rosie, Noelle, Dad and I went to yum cha in the valley. When we went to pay, Chris realised he needed to get cash out to pay for his share. There is an ATM just near the counter, so he went over to get money out while I paid for the meal. Afterwards, as we were walking down to Chris’ car, he said, “You know that noise of when you run a stick along a fence? Imagine that noise coming out of an Asian man’s ass while you’re standing at the ATM.”
I loled and said, “What do you mean?”
Chris said, “When I was getting money out of the ATM, I heard that noise and thought, ‘I don’t remember there being a fence in here’. Then I turned around and there was an Asian man standing behind me farting, and he just looked around.”

Another amusing Chris anecdote:

Me: If you were an animal, I think you would be a doe.
Chris: Fuck off! I hate birds!

I would qualify his remark but I think that would take away the humour.

Before I had my own website, I used to visit a site where people would submit disturbing search requests that had shown up in their log files, and daydream of a time when I, too, had my own disturbing search requests to submit to this site. I had forgotten about this ambition of mine until a few days ago, when I was looking at my site stats. I am now the proud enabler of various odd searches…

harblz - this one is obvious. But I really need to fix the broken links on my harblz pages. I’m in the process of sending them all over to istoletheinternets
brentality – I have previously written about Brentality in a post after I had been tricked by Captain Jim and X C into believing that there were various levels and rites of passage for the emo/scene crowd. It was a pretty good lie though.
acid rain evil – Well, acid rain is evil, wouldn’t you agree? Or maybe you’re more of the scientific mindset and you’ll say, “acid rain does not have a moral proclivity”. To this I would say “For sooth! Are the factories which spew poisonous chemicals into the air not aware of what they are doing? Has not a fair amount of the population seen ‘An Inconvenient Truth’? Fie! Ye scoundrels, ye scum!” etc.
disturbing apple – It’s ok, apples disturb me too. Especially when they’re on Tool film clips
mario kart ds logo – Though I would hope that my site is used as more than just a Nintendo graphic repository, you’ll take what you can get.
todd blankenship gay - Sorry, I’m not privy to Todd Blankenship’s sexual preference. Perhaps you could ask Jack Handey?
formula computation for carpark charges - So my site was one of the best resources for this? Sounds seriously interesting.
i’m not afraid of nichols park – So someone else isn’t afraid of Nichols Park? I wouldn’t know for sure if I’m not, because I’ve never been there, but I have to trust Sufjan Steven’s opinion on the matter because these are lyrics from one of his songs, and if you write a song about something that means you’re really feelin’ it.
lauren and nathan worth - They are priceless.
maybe it’s the beer talking marge but you got a butt that won’t - quit? is that what you were going to say? Yeah, I know, they’ve got these big chewy pretzels here that are mmfhp dpff … Five dollars? Get outta here…

Wooo I’m tired. Noelle and I are having a picnic in Roma St. Parklands tomorrow. I wonder if it’ll be packed… we’re both broke so it’s going to be a surprise picnic! I went grocery shopping today (hence why I am broke) so I should have a few interesting additions. Perhaps some raw diced lamb? Or maybe a sachet of powdered soy milk? I like being creative in things, it makes me feel like I’m on Jericho and we have to ration our food out. But I’m not going to go all mental over salt, because I don’t even like it. Jees.

I found a couple of old emails from work (not current work, a previous job). There were these boys (I think they were brothers… maybe even twins!) who we used to see walking around, and one of them we called Clark Kent, because we thought he looked like Clark Kent. So anyway, this is our conversation after he walked past….

Me: You know one of those clark kent boys always wears the same stripey jumper? I think you may be onto something – he could actually be superman, because doesn’t superman always wear the same clothes?
Melinda:mmm, you are right… maybe one of us should jmump from a great height and see if he saves us!
Me: Yes, because if you ddie then you won’t know that you hadn’t been saved, and if you are saved then whoopdedo! Superman exists!
Melinda: I am not talking about jumping from the 20th floor, I just mean off my desk!!!
Me: There could be one of those holes in the floor just where you jump (you know those hole that are scattered all over the place?*) and when you land on it, it crumbles and you fall through to the R dept**, then there’s another hole directly under that and you fall through to whatever is underneath R dept, and someone says to R dept, “Can we have Melinda?” and they say, “yep, we’ve got her, but we have to fill out the R forms first” and so you wait, and after a few hours you check with them again and they say “Oh actually, we’ve sent her back to Arbiters***”. So then we have to order you from Arbiters, and this all could have been averted had superman existed!

* We worked in an old building. The floor was in urgent need of repair, and little dents started appearing in the carpet. I’m not sure how this happened. But complaints were made because people would trip over them, especially in high heels, so it became kind of a big deal.
** R Department is another department downstairs from ours.
*** Arbiters is the external storage company we used. Note that this is not the actual name of the storage company. Also, note that this was a daily occurence – we would request something from that department, they would say that yes, they had what we were requesting, and that it would be available to us once they had finished their paperwork. Then you’d check back with them later in the day and it turned out they’d sent the thing you wanted offsite, to our external storage company, which wasted another two days time in getting it back to us. I love workplace efficiency.

My 2nd and 3rd fingers of my right hand (counting from left-right, not including the thumb as one of the fingers) are painful to type with, because I cut them on the lid of a plastic box this afternoon. I don’t know how I manage to do these things, I really don’t.

That email from work reminded me how much I miss the guys I used to work with… Calum has gone down to Melbourne but I’m in pretty regular contact with him, so it’s ok. Melinda I got emails from last week, and I have to email her back so hopefully I have a bit of time to breathe this week at work and not too tired when I get home, and Ben… I haven’t heard from him in ages, not since a couple of weeks after I left work. I miss Benyamin. I get the feeling he may have already left on his overseas trip, and in that case he’ll probably be in much higher spirits than he was when I last spoke to him… The place we were working tended to suck the happiness and life out of people.

Anyway, I’ll see if I can post some pictures from this picnic we’re having tomorrow. If I feel like writing, or whatever. Whatever dude! Tewtally!

This evening marks the close to a relatively stressful week for me. Even though it was a short week, and even though it should have been a fun week because it was my birthday on Monday, the other side of Wednesday just seemed to go to shit. (eep!)

Tim left for his holiday today, three weeks in Ireland & Scotland. I got teary when I was speaking to him on the phone before he boarded, and then afterwards, felt embarrassed in retrospect by my own emotions. How very girly of me! I think that my emotions have been stuffed around somewhat by the horrible experience I had last week. I think that perhaps I’m feeling a bit unsafe, a bit co-dependent – not just on one person, but a whole lot of people, and a bit unsure of myself. I think it’s time for me to just start taking baby steps back towards what I perceive as normality in my own life. I miss my independence. I miss feeling safe. I want to take these things back from the person who made me feel afraid to just step outside on my own.

Here are some more blasphemous images. I don’t know why people would care – God told everyone not to make false idols, so what do Catholics do? Plaster them up all over their places of worship! lol!1

These are some more things I could probably like or get to liking for my birthday:

* Haircut & colour @ Hairzoom (because I can’t afford it this month and I will scream or dye my hair black if I have to wait any longer with this stupid colour)

* Ninjaware for my DS

* New shoes (size 10!)

* Prepaid voucher for the new Harry Potter book at Borders (because they give you a free barn owl)

* A colour inkjet printer (one that actually comes with ink cartridges)

* Photo paper that I can print onto

* 3M Photo-paper post-its

* Yo momma

Current song playing on repeat in my head is “Say Hello to the Angels” by Interpol. I can’t find a music video for it. Maybe there isn’t one?

Current song actually playing on WMP is “Change in the House of Flies” by Deftones. I don’t have the entire White Pony album, just this one song. I remember Lauren talking about an album of the Deftones where they just played all acoustic stuff. I’d like to hear it, but I can’t remember what it was. Anyway, the whole entomological theme reminds me of “The Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka. Reading that book made me feel vaguely uneasy. I could place myself in Gregor’s skin much too easily, so I guess that in that way the writing was effective. But still, (to use an entirely banal expression) it really creeped me out. I very much like the song though.

I’d love to learn German. I never used to think about the career prospects of study (it was always just knowledge for knowledges sake) but now, every time I think of something I’d like to study, the thought comes hand in hand with “and where would that take me? What would I gain from that?” The obvious answer is “Knowledge”, which used to be the most important thing to me. Maybe I’ve started to be more practical… or boring. I don’t know. I was also thinking about the things I want to study, if they’re not going to lead into an external career, then I could just keep studying and researching until I become an expert and then I could be a university lecturer or even just do research for the universities. If I was a washed-up action-hero movie star with a German accent, I might even receive an honorary degree or two. That’d be awesome.

I am so tired. I’m at that point where my eyes are closing by themselves, or they’re telling me they want to close. Last night, Nathan and Lauren came over and they had a bbq, which Chris and I missed most of because we went to the supermarket. Later on, Chris and I got dressed up and went out in the Valley. We got called emos. We drove around for a while, made a video (which is on Chris’ computer so I can’t post it yet), and then went home at about 11:30pm. I didn’t end up going to bed until about 1am though, because as soon as I get on the computer I hang about for ages just doing nothing. Maybe looking at ImageChan (it’s less annoying than sifting through all the crap at 4chan to see some vaguely amusing photoshopped image) or just clicking the StumbleUpon button a million times.

This is not Sparta, this is me dressed up for Friday 13th. Today Chris and I went into the Valley and had yum cha (which was really expoola because we just kept getting plates of crap and not eating them!!1) and then walked around the markets for a bit. I purchased some jewellery and other stuff, as did Christopher. This afternoon we went out to Stafford and saw “300″ at the cinemas there. It was a really cheesy movie. Phillip said that it was really gory, but I didn’t think it was. There was a bit of cartoon blood splatters, and a couple of corpse piles, but nothing that offensive.

Oh btw, it’s my birthday on the 23rd (that’s not this Monday coming, but next Monday). My birthday celebrations, however, will be on Saturday 21st April starting at around 7:00-7:30pm at my house. It’s a BBQ so byo meat, or whatever. Some alcohols and foods will be provided. Others you will have to hunt and gather yourselves. We have several houses surrounding ours, which may or may not be ideal places for scavenging. Not that I am suggesting nor condoning that sort of behaviour. No siree.

I thought I would write a birthday wish list, if anyone who is buying me a present is having trouble figuring out what to get me:

* jewellery
* make-up (only for those that are sure they know what I like!)
* tetris for DS
* tickets to something good
* subscription to Frankie magazine
* noo shoes
* something mybestest branded
* a monthly two-zone translink ticket
* something lovely and surprising and thoughtful

And I could probably name a few more things once I’ve been into the city. I’m going there tomorrow afternoon after work. I’ll keep you posted.

I told a lot of people that I had seen a fox jumping on a trampoline. In case there were any doubting thomases out there (why i oughta! do these look like flesh wounds to you?) here is the proof:

If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don’t think I’d call it Trampoland, because you might think it was a store for tramps, which is not the impression we are trying to convey with our store. On the other hand, we would not prohibit tramps from browsing or testing the trampolines, unless a tramp’s gyrations seem to be getting out of control.

Lol. A random quote from Nathan which I wrote down in my phone for some reason: “The worst thing about being a rollerblader is having to tell your mum & dad you’re gay.”

New job! F— yeah!

Stay tuned for more details! Some celebrating shall be done tonight for those who are wild enough, those who are meek will have to stay at home. This translated means that I’ll be out in the Valley tonight. You can come congratulate me, if you so desire!

Also, for those not inclined to vivacious partying tonight, I’ll also be organising a dinner sometime soon, either at my house or at a restaurant (upside of my house: you don’t have to pay, downside of my house: i do). I’ll let you all know via email or text. If the former, I may even include voting buttons. Yay

Okaaaay! More on this later!