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Feb 082009

I know I was resisting it to begin with, but I’m really liking the new wordpress update. It’s quite a bit different to the previous updates, so I can accept that they were justified in offering it so soon after the last one. However, i still maintain that fewer updates with increased functionality and useability in each one is better than hundreds of small updates with small changes that you might hardly notice.

Tonight I spent a while cleaning out our pantry. There were a fair few things that needed to be thrown out, and there was a sticky layer of soy sauce on one of the shelves (I’m still wondering how that happened. The bottle is thick glass, no cracks, not knocked over…) that had to be scrubbed at for a few minutes before it finally admitted defeat and released its hold on the laminate. I felt a sense of satisfaction once the job was done, and the shelves do look much more orderly, but I’ve got a headache throbbing behind my temples now and a queasy feeling in my stomach. I’m pretty sure it is all to do with the heat plaguing us at the moment.

Annoyingly, the airconditioner in our living area decided that it would choose today to stop de-humidifying the air. The result of this is somewhat slightly cooler, though still humid air being recylced back out through the airconditioning unit. The thing that really affects me in summer here is not so much the heat, though that is bad enough in itself, but the humidity. It’s the humidity that makes the air soupy and thick. It causes bread to mould up the day after you buy it, unless you put it in the fridge. Actually, it causes a whole lot of things to mould up in a couple of days, even a bag of lemons we had sitting on the bench. They weren’t old by any stretch of the imagination! I, for some reason, thought it might be okay to keep lemons out of the fridge.

Living in Australia in summer makes everything feel ridiculous. What I mean is, everyday things that you do every day. Things like going to work, wearing closed-in shoes, drinking coffee when it’s warm/hot, wearing business clothes… I guess the main thing that’s frustrating is the clothing thing. I feel like wearing a summer dress and haviainas, when instead I have to wear something that won’t look too out-of-place in the office. I live in fear of the airconditioner at work breaking down. When I worked at Suncorp, the airconditioner broke on one of the hottest days that year. Of course, being in a new multi-storey building meant that there was no other way to get fresh air flowing through the floor. The temperature went up to over 40 degrees celsius and still management wouldn’t let people leave. I left anyway. I don’t cope with the heat.

Australia is hot and humid. A vast majority of the country is tropical or subtropical, and even the parts of the country that are classed as having a mediterranean climate (are you KIDDING? ) can still look forward to a few days of 40+ degrees celsius each summer. I know that we were colonised by people from a colder climate, but you would think that after a few generations we’d have learnt to adapt our lifestyles accordingly. I admit that we do live differently to people in the UK, but we seem just to have chosen to do so in the dumbest possible ways. For example: spending hours and hours of our spare time in the sun.

People from other countries seem to see us as fairly easy-going, laidback, lackadaisical characters. I’m not disputing that this is likely true, in relative terms. I think the reason for this stereotype is more because most of the time it’s too frickin hot to really have the energry to be anything but laidback. Taking an interest and caring about things uses energy, and that generates heat, and oh god if I add any more to the heat that’s currently pressing in around me I will spontaneously combust.

Is it still spontaneous if you expect it to happen?

So anyway, hopefully we will get our other airconditioner fixed tomorrow. Right now, I am cocooned in the comfortable and cool embrace of artificially chilled and de-humidified air (our airconditioner in the bedroom works, thankfully). When I step out of this room, it feels like stepping into a bathroom where someone has left the hot water running without the exhaust fan on.

Yuck.

Even more thirsty, sad little koalas

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Feb 062009

These are some things that I am excited about:

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Feb 092008

I am going to a lot of different places this year. I think it’s the year of travel for me. For the Chinese, it’s the year of the rat. I was in the Valley on Friday night (last night) and watched the dragon dancing around the tables at one of the Chinese restaurants, and listened to the banging of the gong. I also became mesmerised by the fish in the fish pond fountain in the Chinatown mall. I’m not sure if it’s usually there, but last night there was mist coming out from the top part of the fountain where the uplights are. Also, the water in the bottom part of the fountain, where the fish swim around, looked a bit more cloudy than usual, and there were more coins in there too. I felt sorry for the fish.

Anyway, here is the first of my travels:

Not actually the whole of Western Australia, just Perth. The trip over involves a red-eye flight several hours long. I feel like this should mean that people on the Western Coast would be different that the people of the East Coast of Australia, but I guess that we all started out from similar beginnings, and our beginnings weren’t that long ago.

The next place that I’ll be going is the USA & Canada with Timtim:

Tim and I are traveling to San Francisco in May this year. It’s exciting because I’ve never been to America before, and this will be my first experience of traveling with Tim. I think we’ll be fine. Tim got the tickets using his frequent flyer miles, which is awesome, because he could have used his miles to get ONE business class return to San Francisco, but instead he got TWO economy return to San Francisco. We’re also going to Canada:

One leg of the trip will be by train, and one will be by plane. Apparently the train trip from San Francisco up to Vancouver is beautiful. I’m looking forward to it. I think we will get a sleeper cabin. Tim was also saying we could spend a couple of days in Seattle, which’ll be good, too. I checked online at the average temperatures for that time of year. The maximum is 17.5 degrees Celsius, which suits me so perfectly you can’t even imagine. I wouldn’t mind it being even cooler than that. Check out the picture of Canada – there are polar bears on there! I swear that means they exist there in real life. I love them. And the elk (if that’s what they are). Yay! It’s going to be amazing.

And finally, toward the end of the year, Noelle and I are traveling to Europe and the UK. I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am about revisiting Europe, especially when you consider all the people over there I will get to meet up with: Anna, Ben, Simone&Dave, Ruth… I am so psyched! We’re planning on spending time in London (& surrounds), Amsterdam (yay Anna!), Paris (I forgot to remind Noelle about this one :S), Denmark (yay legoland! and the little mermaid!), somewhere in Ireland (maybe Galway?)… and wherever else we have time to go. I’d love to visit Prague, but time constraints may make that difficult. Also the financial aspect…

That’s it on the travel front. In other news, I have started my new job (the end of this week marked two weeks there). I’m exhausted, but appreciate the plus side. I guess you could say the end justifies the means. I got a new pair of boots today at DFO without worrying that they would break the bank. The fact that they were only $20 should illustrate my point. It felt so good to have my own money. I won’t be able to be this laissez-faire about my pay every week, but for this week it’s pretty nice. I’m going to start my hardcore savings as of next Thursday. Tim has been extremely helpful with this, and I’m glad that my working has been able to take some stress off him as well. I’m infinitely grateful to him for looking after me this entire time. Although it may seem strange, I feel like there is a good side to this entire experience, and that is to be able to know, without doubt or hesitation, that Tim’s love comes without condition. This is an amazing gift. Tim and Matt are currently playing Guitar Hero III, and bemoaning the insensitivity of the red button on our guitar. We had a nice dinner, a yummy dessert, and there is a Po here for entertainment. Life is pretty good.

Where did you go for your summer vacation?

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Nov 162007

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 r0x0rs, 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):

Berlin, I love you (or, I heart Berlin)

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May 132007

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!)

The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.

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May 122007

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!

Sometimes, hard work pays off.

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May 082007

I’ve been reading up on the “Boiling Frog” analogy. I first came across this in high school, when the book “The Gathering” by Isobelle Carmody was part of the year 9 curriculum. I can’t remember what they’re trying to explain with the analogy. Recently I remembered it in an odd, slightly nostalgic moment, and decided to do some research because I thought there could be an interesting story behind it, and a possible debunking. So, I have found that it is a very common analogy, only recently debunked by experiments, but the argument goes that these most recent experiments heat the water at a much faster rate than that of the original experiments.

But anyway, it made me wonder at the common usage of this analogy. You could end up disproving your own point by using it. Am I making any sense whatsoever? My brain isn’t calibrated for this kind of information downloading. Well, not at the moment anyway. Come back in a couple of days and I might be more coherent. I guess what I mean is that if you use an analogy based on a scientific theory, and that is later contested or disproven, then wouldn’t the gravity of your original point be undermined somewhat? Instead of meaning “Be careful of complacency, small changes over a long period of time can have more disastrous effects than you might initially be able to comprehend”, it might become, “I don’t do my own research, can you tell?”. I still haven’t really conveyed what I had in mind. Chk chk chk.

Zomg did anyone else see the multitudes of people on platform 5 & 6 at Central Station this afternoon? Looks like Queensland Rail are improving their service! They had announcements going over the loudspeaker saying “Due to overcrowding please remain on the concourse”. This would mean nothing to me if I were one of those people being overcrowding. I’d be all, “Concourse? what concourse? do we use that word here?” I wonder what was going on. I’m surprised people didn’t look more fed up than they did. And then the 5:36 Elimbah express arrived early, at 5:26, and then they updated the time of departure to 5:28. So what about all those people who live at Elimbah (God forbid – where even is that?) which must be a fair way out because it’s an express train, who were counting on the train leaving at 5:36 because it ties in with their start and finish times, are going to miss their train because it went eight minutes early! I’d be pretty ticked off if it happened to me, and I only get off at Wilston!

But speaking of afternoon trains, how did nighttime start at 5pm all of a sudden? It’s not nice walking home in the dark! I’ll be glad when it’s colder and I get to feel cold and wear warm clothes. It was so humid today.

I want to know everything there is to know in the world. Actually, it’s mainly just the useless things I want to know. I really wanted to learn Latin so when Noelle and I sing Sub Tuum on a drunken walk from the Valley to the City, I actually know what I’m saying. This is why I ask so many questions. It’s not just a generation-y thing. Why why why? I want to know why about everything. I find almost everything fascinating. But I know I have to curb this habit of asking questions, some people don’t like it. It can be considered impolite to question people, especially those older than you. When I’m old too it will no longer matter. I’ll be able to ask as many questions as I like.

I’ve been watching Dilbert lately. The funniest episode so far was the very last one where Dilbert has been impregnated by a cow/alien/robot/hillbilly, and throughout the pregnancy he took on all these feminine traits. He was mouthing off about something or other with Asok and Wally and Loud Howard, and when they offered solutions he said “Why are you doing this? I don’t want solutions!” which is so true. Men always offer solutions to women when women complain about things, but what women really want is just sympathy. That’s difficult for men, they like to solve things. They think that a woman telling him her problem is an invitation to offer a solution to it. Women then get frustrated because they just want the man to listen and make alternately sympathetic and reassuring noises.

My opinoin on this entire issue from a female perspective is this: Your female friends are the best ones to tell your problems to. They can empathise and will give you the response you want/need (most of the time). Of course you are free to share your issues with the man in your life, but it’s not fair to get mad at him for trying to fix the problem.
And to guys… well… you can offer us solutions, but we’re not always going to appreciate them.

I agree with many aspects of the suffragette movement, and I’m grateful for what they achieved through their hard work and suffering, but I also think that there is a point at which it becomes too political when it should be scientific. For one thing, the whole “I can do anything you can do” is not necessarily true. The differences in brain structure between men and women are what causes men to be, generally, better at solving spatial problems – men can focus extremely well on one task, which leads to the conclusion that men can only do one thing at a time. That might be true, but most of the time they do it well. Due to having more connections between the left and right sides of the brain than men do, women are able to multi-task and empathise – it becomes harder to separate the emotional from the physical, which is why women will often say “I feel…” when referring to situations, whereas men will concentrate on the facts (as they see them). These extra connections between right & left cerebral hemispheres are also responsible for the difficulty that women have in reading maps, or from telling their left from right. (I have extreme difficulty telling left from right. When asked directions, I can point in the direction I need to go, but can’t tell you whether that direction is left or right.)

I guess that this should be evidence enough that I am fascinated also by the physical/mental/emotional differences between males and females. In humans, anyway. It would be interesting to study gender roles in other species and compare them. I want to go to Uni!

Whatever I feel like I wanna do, GOSH!

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Jan 312007

I’m in love with Dashboard, Modest Mouse’s new song. I forgot how much I liked their music, because I listened to it too much when I first got into it and then I got bored. BORING! It sucks that their new album isn’t out yet. I want Red Riders album “Replica Replica” as well.

It’s so hot. I have vague memories of different ways I’ve coped with the heat over the years. It’s really only been an issue since I’ve moved to Brisbane, because Yamba doesn’t get this hot since it’s coastal, and if it does, then there’s the coast right there and you can just go for a swim.

I remember living at the beach during summer holidays. Sometimes we’d go to the Tea Tree Creek (true name: Mara Creek), just off the track to Back Beach. The water there was the colour of cola, and it was really good for your skin and hair. I used to be afraid that there were dead bodies hiding under the surface because you couldn’t see the bottom of the creek since the water was so dark. Sometimes a ghostly white tree branch would lodge itself on the opposite bank, looking exactly like some cadaver’s arm or leg protuding from the water. Eeek!

Other times, we’d sit at home with the fans on high, soak tea towels in water and then freeze them, and lay with the frozen tea towels on our foreheads. When we went to school, mum would put a frozen washer in a plastic bag in our cooler bags so that we could cool off after running around at lunch time. They were good on the bus home from Grafton when we were in high school, because most of the time the bus didn’t have airconditioning and we were packed in like sardines.

Sometimes, driving home along the road from Grafton to Maclean, after the Shark Creek Deviation, you could see dolphins swimming up the river that ran beside the road.

So anyway, speaking of places which should have had air conditioning and didn’t, I’d like to express my severe and total disappointment in work right now. Is that too specific? Have I said too much? Are the googlers going to come and get me now?

I am Siam oh hear me roar…

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Apr 302006

This Grates album is awesome. And I’m not just saying that to be super-supportive because we are friends with them. It really is a good album. So I don’t want anyone thinking that I like their music just because we’re friends, I like their music on its own merits. Because it’s good. I was so excited that they played 19 20 20 at 299 last night! That was so much fun.

Songs that were good to dance to:

* 192020 – The Grates (Grrr grr!)
* Blister in the sun – Violent Femmes

I have a hazy memory of last night. I just remembered that they often played lots of emo music that wasn’t that good to dance to. And the songs kind of merged together because they all sounded the same.

Stupid emo music. When we got home, rage was on and Dresden Dolls were the guest progammers, so there was even more emo music (Panic! At the disco was a dubious highlight.. as was The Used… Listen kids, can you hear that? It’s the worlds tiniest violin playing the worlds saddest song just for you!)

I wanna go back there! It was so much fun! Me & Noelle may go there this Saturday because I’m having a sleepover at her place since mum’s having a party that night and I already decided I’d rather not be here for it. So I’ll stay over at Noe’s place. Then the next week after that, I have like.. six days off in a row woot! I’ll be in Townsville then. I really want to go out to Broadwater, but I don’t think there is any way of getting out there. Noelle will know more about it. It seems a shame not to go out there when I’ve already gone all the way to Townsville and it’s like three days drive. Or an hour & a half by plane. It will be Rosie’s very first plane trip. I wonder if she’ll be scared? I can’t remember being scared the very first time I went on an aeroplane. Lauren and I were going by ourselves, and we had to wear tags that said “unaccompanied minor” or UM for short. Dad wanted to write “D” in front of the UM. lol nice. But yeah, it was all a bit of a novelty, and not frightening really. But the first time i went on a plane in about four years was this year, and I was sort of apprehensive about it. I’m not sure why. I kept opening and closing the blinds on the window until Lauren got irritated and told me to stop. Anyway. looks like it might rain today, which is always good. I hope it does.

It’s always dangerous when relatives come over and play with the fridge magnets.

House is nice when it’s clean.

The guy wearing a dress at the RSL. I took a sneaky photo of him and then ran from the club cackling maniacally.

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Mar 252006

I went to work for a couple of hours this morning. I ended up leaving early because the aircon never went on. Because, you know, if the aircon is on, you can sort of ignore the fact that what you’re breathing is stale and processed (like the rest of modern life!), and the fact that there are no windows, and maybe that prevents claustrophobia I guess. I wouldn’t know because I don’t have claustrophobia. But I sort of got an idea of what it might be like, because today I wasn’t really in the mood to be putting up with anything. So when the aircon didn’t go on, I got hot and bothered and felt like I was breathing in the air I had just breathed out, and it was so stuffy and hard to concentrate, and annoying. So I left.

The minute I got outside I felt a million times better. The air still had a quiet coolness to it, not entirely dissipated from night-time by the sun. There are more days like this in winter than in summer, and I guess that’s why I like winter better. It’s cool and quiet. And there are days when the quiet takes over everything, and even though the volume level of everything else hasn’t decreased, you somehow don’t notice the noise of the traffic and the city so much. I don’t know if anyone else even understands what I’m talking about. Well, some days are just calm and quiet. I like it best when the air is cool.

I went to Roma parklands and walked around for a couple of hours, through the garden and the rainforest, and it was quiet and cool there as well. I read under a tree for a while and then walked back into the city. I was a bit out of it today, and I walked out onto the road in front of a car, which woke me up a bit because it beeped and I looked over and there was a car a few centimetres away from me. I felt really bad about it, because usually I don’t like to cross unless the little man is green, and today I just didn’t think at all and stepped out onto the road. I could have been killed. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Anyway, because I felt so guilty I thought “maybe I could go to the cop shop and tell them I just jaywalked and they can give me a ticket and I’ll feel better because I should get into trouble from someone other than myself for being so stupid.”. ButI didn’t, because it was just a stupid thought and was just me being dumb again in my own head. I have a lot of stupid thoughts.

I also thought to myself “If there’s a movie on when I get into the mall, I should go and see a movie. By myself.” Because i had only one cinema voucher left, and therefore if i went with someone else one of us would have to pay full price and that wouldn’t really be fair, and I’ve never been to the movies by myself before, and I always thought I could never go to the movies alone. I don’t know why. So I went to the movies, then caught the bus home. And when I got home, Ro was still being bitchy to me, and I cried, and it upsets me and there’s nothing I can do about it.

We have Penny’s jewellery party tomorrow. I just made a map on whereis, now all i need is a printer. I really should buy one. There’s no reason I should have a laminator and not a printer. That’s just odd.

Also, I want to buy a bike. There’s a bike shop up the street, but I’m not sure when I could go there. And that’s too much to ask for a birthday present. So I don’t know what to ask for. Maybe a helmet.

I should go to bed. I’m compiling a list of things that are worrying:

1. I’m tired all the time.
2. I’m sad all the time.
3. I have no patience for anything
4. all the muscles in my arms ache
5. I can’t cope with things very well
7. I’m not interested in anything
8. I’m bored every single minute of the day
9. I have a sore throat
10. I have no energy (that’s not the same thing as being tired)
11. I can’t sleep
12. When I’m not sad I’m disproportionately happy
13. I have no motivation for anything.

Well. It’s getting there.

Lauren found out last week that she has Lupus. I really should stop complaining. There’s nothing wrong with me. Or if there is, it’s just 21st century disease which is just something made-up by people who are too weak to cope with modern day life. I think I would have done well back in the 1300s when the plague was around. Now that was fascinating. I have to italicise that because I find it interesting, which is a pretty big thing for me at the moment. But yeah, I would have liked to do things from scratch… I like knowing the origin of things, working through from the very start and seeing how things begin. Everything’s too complicated now to be able to do that. To know the origin of.. a computer… you’d have to look at all the individual components. And.. ah well I just can’t really get my head around it right now. Or … a car. that’s pretty complicated too. At least with a horse and cart it’s a pretty simple premise. I suppose that makes me simple.

Lupus: A systemic disease that results from an autoimmune mechanism. Individuals with lupus will produce antibodies to their own body tissues. The resultant inflammation can cause kidney damage, arthritis, pericarditis and vasculitis.

So that’s why Lauren hates sternums, because her sternum always hurts because the connective tissue has been inflamed from her own antibodies attacking it. Nathan hates eyes because when he was in school there was a boy who used to tap his eye with a pencil, and it made him feel like vomiting. So did that episode of the simpsons where Homer gets laser eye surgery with a coupon, and then because he doesn’t buy the eye drops for afterwards his eyes crust over. So Nathan is really happy that the optomotrist said that he can never wear contact lenses because of litte bumps on the inside of his eyelids that are caused by allergies or asthma or something, so he’s got buddy holly glasses that are cool.

Alright. I’m going to go to sleep.

It’s true what Wolf Parade said… “look at the clouds, it’s a show all on it’s own”. Because this morning when I woke up, the sky was completely clear. Then, this afternoon on the bus home, there were the most beautiful clouds scattered everywhere, clouds you’d expect to see in a rennaissance painting. White, with brilliant contrast and detail, just perfect clouds against the bluest sky. Then later on this afternoon, they turned grey and flat and swept across the sky, and maybe it rained too but I don’t know because I wasn’t really paying attention.

Anyway, night.

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