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Here’s a suggestion for a new animal, if some new ones get created or evolve: something that stings you, then laughs at you.

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Nov 112006

This is just a quick one before Chris gets here (we’re going out tonight, feeling alright, gonna let our hair hang do-oown… Ew. Apologies everyone), I haven’t had the chance to post any pictures up here from Superstars since Mel gave me the CD on Friday, and I thought I would take the opportunity now before I get completely drunk and useless (it might be funnier that way, but I might do something I regret that would descimate what little dignity I actually have, and I wouldn’t be able to fix it until late tomorrow morning. I don’t want to take the chance of someone happening across this site when they’re actually looking for casbot grafiche or whatever that other site is that stole my URL and seeing me and saving pictures that I might upload and using them to blackmail me). Because I so care what random people think.

No, seriously I don’t. Do whatever you like. The real reason I’m not posting these later is because I’ll forget. Or I’ll be too busy playing my DS Lite. I’m in love with it. It’s sleek, smooth case; it’s clear, bright screen; it’s stylish stylus pen… Ok. I’m back. What was I talking about?

Oh yeah. Superstars photos. Here ya go!

Ghetto Superstars!

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Nov 072006

On Saturday night, Christian and I got to stay in a super duper amazing room at the Sofitel in Brisbane. I had booked just a suite (which was a good deal in itself) and when we went to check in the girl at the counter told us we had been upgraded to a premiere suite. It was called the Renoir Suite, next to the Cezanne Suite and just down from the Monet Suite (I think that’s the one with two floors).

Our room had:

A lounge room with a flat screen TV:

A bedroom with a king size bed with the bestest sheets and pillows imaginable:

A huge bathroom with a spa and a double-headed shower:

A safe (which we locked an empty evian bottle in when we left, and yesterday at work Mel said that they might charge my credit card for the cost of getting someone in to unlock it! )

An awesome view of the city (we were on the 29th floor):

The floorplan of our room (I stole this from the website because I am an 1337 $up4 h4×0r):

This was the sofitel club that we ate breakfast in the next morning. It looks really dark in the first photo because the light from the windows was so bright. But actually the room was nicely lit, as you can see in the second photo:

Breakfast the next morning was cool. There were a few reasons for this:

* It was free
* It was on the top level (level 30) and had an amazing view
* The club was brand new and cost $2 million to build (this I learned while I was on hold when I called reception because we had no hairdryer in our room)
* It was nicely furnished with armchairs and little tables
* There was lots of nice food
* They had fruit smoothies in little glasses randomly placed amongst the other foods
* They had little button mushrooms in a silver spherical bowl thingy
* The orange juice was nice
* We were comfortably full but not overly so, like you can sometimes be after yum cha

The awards were also on that night. Mel has all the photos from the awards, because I stupidly forgot to bring my camera with me, so I’ll have to wait until she gives me a copy of them to upload them. I got photos with the lions outside City Hall, and also as a drug addict on the bathroom floor (because it was all cracked and ugly, and not nearly as beautiful as the ones at Stamford Plaza).

BUT Benyamin and I did get our photo taken with Richard Wilkins (he was the emcee). It’s a bit blurry because Deb didn’t know that you have to hold the phone camera still when u take a photo:

Radix lecti – Couch Potato

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Oct 122006

I’ve nearly finished making everything nice and spic and span for tomorrow night. I feel like scrubbing down the entire bathroom, because of the dubious clean it got on Saturday (despite my eventual assistance), but I don’t have the time or the energy. Already I’m feeling drained, because I had such a stressful day. I think that tomorrow will be extremely stressful. Hopefully all goes as planned. But there is that saying, “How do you make God laugh? Tell him your plans.” And God could be in the mood for laughing. Typical of all men! I’m going to say a million Hail Mary’s tomorrow, and pray to Pa a million times over. It felt like that’s all that was going through my head today… hailmaryfullofgracethelordiswithyou blessedartthouamongwomenandblessedisthefruitofthywomb Jesus

holymarymotherofgodprayforussinnersnowandatthehourofourdeaths AMEN.

Calum and I went for a walk after work today. He bought us both a hot chocolate from coffee club and we went and sat at the edge of the watersense garden in king George square. Some guy came up to Calum just as he lit up a cigarette and said, “can I have one of your cigarettes?” Calum said “no.” and the guy just went all weird and immediately said, “no? I don’t need any of yours anyway; I got some of me own! What would I need yours for? You can shove ‘em up your ass, you’d probably like that ya poofta!” He was such a derro. Calum did his usual “go back to Burpengary” and then later thought of awesome comebacks.

Apparently Calum has previously had a run-in with this guy in king George square, over cigarettes, of all things! He thought he might be in for a fight this afternoon, but luckily it didn’t escalate to that level.

Some photos, just because I haven’t done this in a while:

Napoleon Kitten
Baby Napoleon on the couch, on his first day at our house. Look how little he is!

cheap shop card
A card that I found at the cheapo shop in the valley, just down from Brunswick St train station. I don’t get it.

noosa coaster
I found this coaster somewhere, from when Kirra, Charmaine, Chris & I went to Noosa for a weekend. We went to some RSL or something for lunch, and there was a family of mullets. Chris wrote this on the coaster and threatened to give it to the teenage boy of the family.

Update! I just burnt my hand by pouring boiling hot water straight from the pot all over it. It kills.

It’s not in the strings we didn’t pull to move you around the floor

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Oct 072006

Last night Lauren, Nathan, Christian, & I went to see the Grates at the Tivoli. John arranged for us to be guests and for Christian to have a media pass, so he could be up the front for the first three songs and take photos. The Grates show was really good. There were lots of drunken people everywhere and some angry people had an argument. Then some girl climbed up over the speakers like Gollum to get to John on stage. When Lauren and I were in the bathroom, someone body-slammed the cubicle across the corridor from us, and apparently completely stuffed it, which I found out later. It felt like an earthquake when they did it, and then they were like ‘oh shit!” and just stood around staring at the broken door & wall while the line to the girls toilets got longer and longer.

I was underwhelmed by Violent Soho & Faker. I hadn’t had anything to drink and I’m not used to being stone cold sober when I’m out at a concert. It felt awkward to be dancing in the side part, where all the lights were on and there weren’t many people. But then, when we had been in the throng, it was boiling hot and there were some overzealous people who didn’t realise that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go all out headbanging when there’s so little room for each person as it is. I preferred being out of that, and it was a fun night.

We spoke to John afterwards, but Patience was nowhere to be seen. I’m not sure where she was. I think John might have said but I obviously wasn’t paying enough attention to remember. My memory is so bad. At the moment I’m kind of just going along on my merry way, oblivious to everything until I get a phone call saying “you had an appointment today” or, “are you planning on paying this bill any time soon?” And then I get stressed because I haven’t been thinking about these things at all. At least if you think about them and mull over them for a bit they’re not such a rude shock.

Anyway. I just realised that I’m tired. I got to bed at about… 1:20am this morning, and then woke up again at 7:55am. Mum came into my room when I had woken up and was asking where the kitten was, and then said “What are you doing up?”. I don’t know how you’re supposed to answer that question, so it irritated me for some reason. What am I doing up? Hmmm. I have no idea what someone is actually asking when they say that. “Why are you awake?” could be another way of terming it. I just said, “I woke up. I’m awake.” Because that’s kind of what the answer is always going to be.

This is a story that I submitted for a creative writing task at school, I think in Yr 11. I think it also counted towards our final assessment. This was only part of the submission, and I can’t remember what the guidelines were. If you’re interested in the outcome, read until the end and I’ll tell you what grade I got.

One day, a man came out of his house and found that it was raining plastic bags. As this had never happened before, he called all his neighbours out to see. One of them was an old Chinese man. He said that the same thing had happened to the Communists in China in the early 1900s, but everyone doubted his story. He was like all old men, and just kept on talking, until a cat told him to go home.

By now, the plastic bags were steadily rising, so everyone decided to call on Super Ted to help. Super Ted came and said his magic word. Of course it was ‘Franks and Beans’ because Super Ted is a Pommy teddy bear. Someone overheard and soon the whole neighbourhood was zooming around in the sky, which was lucky because the plastic bags were not well over the roofs of the houses. It was raining plastic bags everywhere in Australia and Super Ted had to tell everyone his magic word so that they didn’t disappear under the plastic bags.

So now the whole population was in the air and out of harm, they all sold the plastic bags to other countries, and organised to make a bridge to the moon out of compounded plastic bags. All Australians were by now very rich from selling their plastic bags, and could afford to live in other countries, because no one could live in plastic bags. This is why Australia was called, “The Wacky Wonderworld of the South.”

So, if you were wondering, the entire assignment was graded A+. It’s such a load of crap.

Watch for the man in the windy!

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Oct 022006

There are some odd things. I’m dealing. With. Today.

I feel like I’ve stepped into an alternate universe. Is it just me that the world doesn’t make sense to? Maybe I need psychological reconditioning.

I just finished reading “Brave New World”. It’s a disturbing book. No happy endings allowed. But then again, it’s not as if I read books based on whether or not they have happy endings. Sometimes happy endings are just… ridiculous. And they don’t fit in with the story. Take that movie AI for example. How did the ending of that fit in with anything? But then again, I really hated 21 grams because of the ending. Or maybe just the whole thing. I can’t remember. It wasn’t that it was a bad movie per se; just that it was so horrible. Everything that happened was horrible. I hate living in a world where things like that happen.

Calum and I were at Broadway today, having lunch, and some woman behind us just started talking so loudly. It was the loudest talking volume you can have without it being called yelling. Calum said, “go back to Burpengary” but I don’t think they heard. Lucky! Then, when we were walking through to King George Square, we were just talking and Calum said, “shut up” to me. I can’t remember what it was for. But there were some people walking past and one of them said “YOU shut up!” and they all sort of sniggered. Calum said, “go back to Burpengary!” to them too! I think I might have sworn at them as well but I can’t really remember. I was laughing so hard. Then Calum made a comment about them not having any teeth. That was funny too. We’re such fascists.

My weekend was fairly uneventful. Highlight would probably have to be random jagerbombs at Christian & Glenn’s place on Friday night… then random chicken wings, then random anchorman, then random sleep. And a random shoehorn hanging on their stairs. Gosh, so random! Then Saturday morning was Yum Cha in the valley (where else would one have yum cha?) where we waited and waited and waited for shark fin dumplings, because Christian is in love with them and wants to marry them and have like ten million of their babies. Not really, but they are delicious. When I got home I had to straight away cab into the city to catch a train out to Sandgate, then get a lift from Sandgate with Beck’s mum to Murrumba Downs for Beck’s housewarming. I felt a bit out-of-place there. Everyone else was married and had babies, and the boys were all in the garage playing pool and talking about baseball, and the women were all out under the patio talking about babies. Tanya (beck’s little sister) and I sat in the lounge room and watched the Simple Life. Then it was a rush to get back to the train station in time to catch the train back to the city. I ended up getting off at Brunswick street, and Chris picked me up and we went back to mine.

Then we went back to his place and drank three quarters of a bottle of vodka between us (and spilled half of that on the bench). And went out to someone’s birthday party at Glass in the Valley. I didn’t know the person whose party we were going to, but it was fun anyway. Patrick, Mutwa’s new bf, was really nice.

The weird part about the night was that I had stopped drinking before we even left Chris’ place, and I didn’t drink anything more all night, but I just kept getting more and more drunk. In the end, I felt like I was either going to pass out or throw up, so Chris made me make a video of him being funny by running up and down some stairs and then he walked me to a cab. In the video I’m really sickeningly drunk, and Chris says to me, “How do you feel?” and I fall against the wall and say, “Like SHIT!” So bad.

Sunday I still felt unwell, and so I just lazed around and in the afternoon I looked through old photos and notebooks.

That was my weekend.

So, what’s next on the agenda? Tuesday? Wow! How unusual. You say it always comes after Monday? Wowee! That’s amazing!

Anyways, I’m going to go … do something else. Pfft. whatever!

Beta is the bane of my existence! Give me gamma, or maybe epsilon.

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Sep 272006

I am tired!

It’s late; I should be going to sleep.

Tomorrow is payday! Yesssssssssssssssss! Then next week is another payday (because of bonus) Yessssssssssssssss! Then the week after that is another pay week! Yesssssssssssssss! I’m so paying stuff off. Then I’m going to suspend and defer like it’s going out of fashion. Which it is! Because being poor is so last week. Or so today. But not tomorrow.

I’m going to get Napoleon some kitten food, some kitten milk, some toys, a proper kitten bowl… Maybe I might put some photos in to get printed also, because I’ve been meaning to do that. I have so many to get done! But then also I have lunch with Beck tomorrow. That will be good – my first bought lunch in a long time. Beck and I always get Nandos, and that’s the only time that I eat Nando’s for lunch during the week. The only other time I eat it is with Christian. We had Nandos for dinner tonight and it was YUM!

John & Pai’s bbq was on tonight, at Southbank. Lauren made strawberries and drowned them in cream, and they tasted really good, but I feel a bit queasy now. Nathan also has issues with lactose. We were talking about when you cook with lactose free milk or cream, and eat food that tastes the same as before but afterwards you don’t feel sick, you just feel normal, and how that must be how it is for other people who don’t have lactose issues. I’ll just have soymilk usually, but I don’t drink it that much at all.

Nathan’s (work Nathan) farewell drinks are on this Friday night at the Normanby. I chastised him today for choosing such an inconvenient location. Really! That’s like… Kelvin Grove almost! Red Hill practically! How do you even get there? I guess the 379 bus goes right past it, along that road (Kelvin Grove Road?), but I never catch the 379 because I don’t know where it leaves from. Somewhere near the law courts, or the magistrates’ courts or something. That reminds me: If ever you are signing something that requires a JP or C.Dec to witness it, don’t even bother going to the Post Office. Sure they have JPs there, but they are the type of JPs who won’t say they are a JP and won’t sign stuff. What’s the point? So just go straight to the magistrates court. That’s where all the best JPs are, and you’ll always definitely find one to sign whatever you need signing.

Anyways, I think I’ll go to bed now. Maybe another blog tomorrow, I don’t know because it’s another day and I can’t look into the future!

Possunt quia posse videntur – They can because they think they can

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Sep 232006

I think if I were a character in Brave New World, I would be extolling the virtues of Soma even more than Lenina. Especially for girls. Because, what can we do when our hormones are acting crazy? Just cry and make things difficult for everyone?

Why does everything have to seem so difficult at the moment? Everything is a big deal. Like, I can’t find my bra omg where is it!???? It has to be here! My life is over! Or… omg no one is answering their phones!! Or… omg I didn’t get an sms!!! Omg shut UP!

I’m drinking kahlua and coke zero, and it tastes good. I think the kahlua is really old, but it’s alcohol so it’s ok. I feel like a character from an old pirate story, swilling rum. Arrr me hearties! It’s International Talk Like A Pirate Day! I forgot! (Until now that is). I could have been talking like a pirate all day, and no one could chastise me or make fun of me for it! My one opportunity, gone in the confusion of over-tiredness. Gosh!

I just read a story about St. Eustace, and it sounded like something that would happen to the Flanders’s on The Simpsons. St. Eustace was walking through a forest one day when he happened upon a stag (male deer for those of you who aren’t so well-versed with the whole animal terms in the animal kingdom and etc) who held a cross in his antlers. I have no idea why, he just did. These stories have no reasons for anything, you understand. So anyway, that experience made St. Eustace convert to Christianity. It didn’t help him one bit! First, his wife got stolen by pirates, then his son got stolen by lions AND bears (oh my!). They ended up being reunited though. But then, Hadrian, the Emperor of Rome at the time, found out about his conversion and persecuted St. Eustace and his family for refusing to worship idols (like Australian Idol. As if you would expect anyone to worship that. Well, maybe if you were a Channel 10 executive. But as if, if you were actually living in the REAL WORLD, you would expect anyone to worship that. When I was in an advert for something that was showing on Channel 10, and we got some advert producer to come down and oversee the whole thing {back when I was 17 and drank some very good beer I purchased with a fake id. my name was Brian Magee.} and I said how much I hated the infomercials, especially that one about that cooker thing that cooked everything INCLUDING corn bread and chilli! And he said, “oh I quite like them, I don’t think they’re a waste of time at all, they’re very informative!” Yeah, if you’re naive or an IDIOT! Lawl) by throwing them in a pit with wild animals that were supposed to tear them all to pieces, but St. Eustace and his family ended up taming the animals, and Emperor Hadrian ended up just throwing them in a brass furnace shaped like a bull. Random. Welcome to Hell, ye olde underworlde, where all your imagined imaginings of life after death are either verified or stomped into the red-hot-dust.

So, yeah. Tonight was fun. I am now writing this after returning home from the party. Tomorrow night I have a party at Noelle’s place, where you can either wear white & gold or black & silver. I’m going with black and silver because actually I don’t own anything that’s gold. Apart from jewellery. Actually, I guess I could do white and gold, but it wouldn’t be pure white and gold and I’m pretty sure Noe would pull me up on that one. But I have such lovely gold jewellery! Maybe I will.

Did you know that everyone has an uncle Trevor? I have an actual uncle Trevor, not a fake one. He’s real. He’s married to Judy and they have three kids: Mark, Nicole & Abbey. I’m bored and tired. I’m going to go to bed. GOODNIGHT!

Everyone is a mooen, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody – Mark Twain (& Chris)

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Sep 202006

I went to bed at 8:30pm (that used to be our bedtime when we were younger. WEIRD! We never got to watch any cool shows like Melrose Place, Pacific Palisades, X-Files…) because I was tired and everything was boring and so I was falling asleep. And then I woke up at 3am! I thought it would just be like a little wake up and look around and then I go back to sleep again, like how a cat does, maybe even turn around in a circle as well. But no! I’m still awake! I had to write a comment on Christian’s blog because it was MINTERESTNG. Everyone has been talking about Frank Spencer lately, and I think it’s a sign. I think he’s going to come back and make fools out of us all, just as he made a fool out of himself all those times.

Oh it’s Lauren’s birthday TODAY! Happy birthday LAUREN. I hope you’re still asleep because it’s not good to get up this early on your birthday, then you have to carry the birthday positivity right through until you go to sleep and you’ll be all tired and it’ll be hard. Especially for you, who cannot cope with even just a little missed sleep.

I am never staying up for a whole night again and then going to work and then never recovering the sleep that I missed. It just stuffs me up too much. I keep going to bed early but I have an entire night of missed sleep to make up, and it’s going to take ages for me to get it back. Unless I sleep in for like… half the day on Saturday, but what if Saturday we can get Napoleon? I don’t want to waste time!

Zzzz. I think I’m probably tired enough to go to sleep now. Goodnight! Gute nacht!

yo mnomma
Benyamin sent an email with this on it. It originally said “No! We no see your cat!” etc. But I made it funnier by changing it in paint. Yo momma. Lol.

This is Calum, Chrissie & me crying a river on Michelle’s last day as team leader. How will the new team leader go? We’ll have to wait and see!

bridge to brisbane

Lol. Calum’s version: Bridge to Brisbane River. Record time: 5 seconds. Haha. For those who don’t get it: he means jumping off the bridge into the river. Probably the gateway.

Johnny Depp Gilbert Grape Penn Badgley John Tucker Must Die

No, these aren’t the same person! One is Johnny Depp in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape? And the other is Penn Badgely from John Tucker Must Die. How weird is that?! Pretty weird. But good. Maybe if BOTH pictures were greyscale this would work better, but meh.

Nigel puppy Carindale

A nigel puppy, and puppy twins at Carindale pet shop.

toys carindale

More toys thanks to the toyshop at Carindale (can’t remember what it is called, but it’s near Myers)

Some disgusting game at the toyshop at Carindale. Check out the Q-tip pointed at HIS NOSE with something gross on the end. Nice realism.

new york slice valley
A little part of the cityscape on the wall at New York Slice was ripped off, and this sticker stuck on there. POURQUOI, MES AMIS???

new york slice chris valley
Chris enjoying some New York Slice.

Harley New york slice valley

Harley being a poseur (again!) at New York Slice on the most fun and longest (and most random) night out on record. GO HARLEEEEEY!

peepee stuffonmycat.com

Peepee’s big break as a star on stuffonmycat.com. (No, it’s not actually Peepee, but it does look a lot like him, and he would wear a saddle! What were you thinking, Peepee??!)

Maybe it’s the beer talking, Marge, but you got a butt that won’t quit

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Sep 102006

Agh I’m such an idiot… I had just written about a three paragraph (yes, MY paragraphs) blog, and then I pressed ALT + 154 to see if I could make a little U with dots on top for UBER! But it just took me home! Back to Google! And I lost everything I’d written! It’s so easy to be dumb when you’re pressing random keys on the computer.

Anyways, I’m so tired right now. I’m thinking… I’ll just write this another time. I should just go to bed. Whatever. Today was okay. I went to bed early last night, slept in until 7:45am, then just lounged around until Chris called and asked if I wanted to go to the carwash (to the carwash yeah!) So I got dressed and then we went to Carindale and looked at the puppies in the pet store. Then we just walked around aimlessly, stayed in the toy store taking photos of mildly amusing products until the employees asked us if we were done (they were closing) and then we went back to the car and drove around for seriously about 2 hours because we couldn’t figure out anything else to do. Neither of us had any money, and there was nothing we could do without money except for drive around, so that’s what we did. We drove down the little dippy hill on Lorimer Terrace near Kelvin Grove State High about five times, the last few times Chris put in a soundtrack for so we could have a fitting song to listen to as we went down the dip. It was a lot of fun. Then we came back to my place, ate steup (stew/soup/wintertime curry) and played on the computers. I figured out how to set up the wireless router so now both my computers can access the Internet (though I hate connecting through wireless, because it drops out for NO REASON! I mean, come on D-Link, the router is right there, like 50cm from where you are. Why can’t you just do what you were made to do? LAZY!

Yesterday I went and voted. As we were walking through the gate of the school where we had gone to vote (one house and a road away from where I live) I saw the poster for the liberal party candidate. I said, “Der look at the liberal party candidate, ’sif you’d vote liberal.” really obnoxiously, and then when we were coming back out again after voting, I saw the actual guy from the poster standing there. He looked at me straight and said, “Have a good one.” So he had been standing there the whole time. I burst out laughing, as we got further away from the school. Then last night when we went to night owl, Chris and I were standing in the queue waiting to be served, and some man went and stood in the doorway and made the alarm keep going off because he was standing in the sensor. I was kind of drunk and I yelled (at the sensor thing, not at the man) “Shut up! Gosh!” and the guy looked at me angrily and stormed off.

Anyway, I’m falling asleep right here so I’m going to sleep.

Nighto! Photos tomoz if you’re lucky!

Yo momma’s so tall, Bin Laden tried to fly planes into her

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Sep 072006

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!

Nighttime view from Mt Gravatt
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 & I at work
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!

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