Indolence Lass

Being home is fun. Being lazy is also fun. Being at home and lazy is so much fun it makes me feel guilty and start to wonder what I should really be doing. So sometime soon, I'll probably get started on the 08 Vacation Bible School planning, when I've got definitive word on a theme. Apparently, we can't to pirates because pirates are evil.

No one knows what to get me for my birthday. I don't know what to get me either, so I'm no help.

Left Brain, Right Brain

Forgot I was going to link to this. Check it out.

I can't make her go not clockwise.

Country Town

I love living in a country town. Especially on the day of the Christmas Parade. (i.e, today.) Partly for the floats full of schoolchildren, partly for the numerous Caledonian/Pipe bands, partly for the spectators. Because spectators are fun. Tiny children in their tiny folding camp chairs, waiting for Father Christmas. Underwhelmed and unimpressed babies and teenagers who seem to have discovered "scene" about three years after city folk, and are probably still calling it "emo." Parents on tartan picnic rugs, fags dangling. Also, friends in clown costumes and sparkly vests, and my brothers playing mini-boings and a glove-a-phone in the Funky Junk Band.

I had to drop out of a sims2 competition for the first time today, which makes me bad a bit. Because a commitment, no matter how trivial, is still a commitment, yes? But, obviously RL comes first. And I wasn't going to submit rubbish. And my comp was just too slow to get anything like enough of it done in time. So meh. Oh well.

Am slowly readjusting to there being people around me, all the time, which is probably a life skill.

she's baaaack...

H'lo. I'm at home! No more uni for me until March. (That is happiness.)
Flew home yesterday, via Adelaide. The airport is new and shiny, but utterly boring and ultimately, bland. Yeah, not huge fun for a four-hour stopover. But did I mention I'm home now? *squee*

All the math and english and other bits and pieces are finished, bar maybe having to e-mail my English course convenor because - I got 39/40 for my English Unit of Work! Chances are, I complained about it somewhat here while I was writing it, but the hard work and grumbling seemed to pay off.

So today, I need to buy a pillow, and see my friends' baby, and get started on some pics for a sims2 competition I really don't want to have to drop out of. I love to-do lists like that.

Sleepy. Borked.

Hiya folks. I managed to use up all my internets again, so I don't know how much I'll be posting this next few days.

I've had an interesting day. The maths exam was kinda fun this morning, actually not scary, which was nice. Had cake after with a friend, and was feeling all nice and relaxed and lovely. But then I got on the net this afternoon, and it turns out someone I know is having drama. Which is a bad thing, and makes me feel all yuck. Oh well. Having rational, non-involved friends is a plus.

I think I might go to bed now, and try to sleep. It has been a long day.

The Maths - it eats my brain...

Maths exam tomorrow morning. At eight thirty. Just give me a minute to stop screaming.

My dad forwarded a link to the blog readability tester and lo:

Which deeply worries me, because doesn't that basically mean no one but me has a clue what I'm talking about? Either that or, if you are reading this, pat yourself on the back. You are a genius. (Reassuringly, my grandmother's blog is apparently also genius level. For a minute I got very suspicious that it automatically rates all blogs as genius, but it doesn't.)

In other news, my computer could not be freaking me out more if it suddenly grew legs and started dancing the cancan.

Hi. Bye.

This is a blog post to say dinner was nice, but I'm not doing a blog post tonight because I have hella cramps and are going to bed. Sometimes I hate being a girl.

Laundry, Hearing Voices

Today, I did some laundry, and not much else. I'll start studying for the next exam tomorrow, but today I was tired.

My conscience has a voice now. Whenever I subconsciously feel I'm doing something particularly foolish, I hear my ringtone. That sounds weird. I shall explain. My ringtone is my cousins, calling my name in a sing-songy, impatient manner. I can hear them calling me, and they are now the voice of my conscience.

200

This is my two hundredth post, and I have nothing special for you at all.

I had an exam today, bleargh. One down, two to go. My hand hurts a bit, because I don't tend to write a thousand words in forty-five minutes very often. I don't *think* I've failed the subject, though. Which can only be a good thing.

I wrote the (not-really-a) word "xclooosiv" so many times today I think I've forgotten the actual, real-word spelling. Darn running jokes. But I shall never use it again for a while now, 'cause the joke be over, so that at least is probably nice for the English language, which I'm sure spends a lot of time with it's metaphorical ears bleeding. Or eyes, in this case, as I was typing.

Also I am obsessed with orange juice. Happens every so often.
And I clipped my fingernails reeeally short - like just short of bleeding - and painted them that's-not-black-it's-dark-purple.

Shiny Things!

Birthday presents! Still early yet, but folks up here are getting things done before I go home.

From L&C:
From the Grandparents:

From J & C:

Captive... captivated

I did mean to post, yesterday, but I was captive within a book - New Moon, by Stephenie Meyer. It was rather good, and altogether unputdownable. I did get some study done, and I did mail my parcel, but the vacuuming fell by the way.

This afternoon, I was taken out and was bought a watch. (For my birthday.) I did some study, went for a very quiet dinner at the cousins', and after that, when it was cool enough to use my computer (as opposed to the grandparents') I tore my hair out a little trying to nut out how to blend skintones for the Sims2. By the way, I need a new computer - the current one dislikes immensely being asked to do anything at above 25 degrees celsius, or at any temperature, anything requiring ordinary amounts of RAM. Which kind of sucks. Mainly because there's no way I'm getting a new computer, so looks like I shall be doing stuff a) at a snail's pace, b) after dark, or c) on someone else's computer. Of course, the whole situation will be greatly improved by my going home in a week or so, where the temperature won't rise above 25 degrees until February. Mary says I should ask for one for my birthday, but somehow I can't see my folks giving me an 2000 dollar laptop for my 21st...

Tomorrow afternoon, I am being taken out by an aunt and bought something else for my birthday. I'm quite looking forward to it.

Interlude

Quiet day today. Long, and hot. I did things like church, and laundry.

Sunday School was lovely today - my students insisted we read the Bible story three times (there was a game involved in the telling, and they all wanted to be Paul.) I wasn't about to say, no, we cannot read the Bible at Sunday School, so we kept doing it, which was a) fun and b) kind of sweaty and exhausting, because it was so humid and hot today.

Tomorrow, I shall post a parcel, vacuum my room, and study. Ah, the quiet life :)

Things I have Learned Today:

• It's really hard to lurk in a forum when your friend from another forum keeps sending you PMs saying things like, "I seeeeeee you..."
• If you don't clean your room for a couple months, it gets dusty. You can't actually see the dust while the room is messy, but when you clean up it will make you sneeze, stick to your feet in an uncomfortable crust, and give you a headache.
• Even the people you admire have times when they feel like nothing they make or do is any good, but also, this feeling always passes.
• The first season of the Powerpuff Girls is better than I remember.
• This lady would probably make my mum laugh.
• On the other hand, you have different fingers, and if the world didn't suck, we would all fall off.

Truhope

Just a quick post to say, I forgot to tell you, but my grandma just started her own blog, here. Go visit, and leave her a comment!

Spookityness

Halloween at Movie World was kind of awesome yesterday. The Movie World people wandering around in spooky costumes were awesome (Spike, Elvira, and the Addams Family were all there,) and the clouds of fog and mist were freaky cool. There was too much light to be really scary, but yeah, what would you expect from a family night at a theme park.

Highlights: after waiting in line for an hour and a half (I do not tell a lie) to go on the Superman Escape ride, getting to the very top of that first huge curve and seeing all of Surfers' laid out like a diamond necklace. Singing along to the Ghostbusters theme song (as performed by Bugs and Daffy, piped in very loud all over the park.) Watching ghostly figures emerge from the mist in the Main Street. Spiderwebs. Children looking adorable in costume, teenage and middle-aged people looking much less adorable in costume, and those terrifying people you really hoped were wearing a costume but you somehow doubted it...

I brought home two mallow-pops, a Batman one and a Superman one. Here they are before I ated them.

Also a Batman plushie. I knew it had been a good night when I woke up the next morning, still clutching my plushie.

Catching Up

Well, I had a bit of a holiday from blogging, lazy me. But it just didn't seem like fun. Inspiration is a strange thing - sometimes I have it in buckets, other times not so much. And I'm terrified of the 'not so much' times - one of the reasons I'm not in a creative industry is that I can't abide the thought of building my life around inspiration only to one day, wake up with no ideas.

I enrolled for next semester's uni courses this morning, in an incredibly painful forty-five minute session in their online enrolment doover. I groaned, I wailed, I said "bugger." Not fun, kids.

My friends had a baby yesterday. Squee much? I went and bought him a book, and I'll probably mail it to them tomorrow, even though there is no way he'll be wanting to read it in the next two weeks before I get home and see them in person. It's a very cute book about puppy dogs. Also bought my littlest sister's Christmas pressie, but must be all shh on that front because it is a secret.

I'm hurriedly finishing this up now, because in about five minutes people will arrive to take me to Halloween at Movie World. Despite the fact that Halloween was actually yesterday. I'm sure it will be fun nonetheless. As far as I know, and despite my aunt's crazy schemes, we're not going costumed. Thank goodness.

Ooh, before I go, here be the cutest website in the world - the eLouai Doll Maker. I maded some dolls. It's addictive.