koala! 

Koala! I hope you can see these well... I have about a million, maybe I'll try blowing it up with photoshop 

koala!! 

koala!! 

I. don't. know. 

ha ha ha ha ha 

Hurrah for Hedonism

I am...
calm, and happy, and listening to "Wonderful Tonight." Feelin' kinda wonderful. You know what they say, if Elvis was king, Clapton is God. I'm okay with that.
I also walk around campus listening to David Wilcox (I have been known to bust a little move from time to time on the pathways, people look at me strangely, but whatever, Wilcox demands it).
I booked my flights to Fiji and home today. I feel like I haven't been home for AGES, not just 7 months. Everything's so different now, it'll be weird to get back. Of course that's still 4 and a half months away, and WHO KNOWS what will happen between now and then. Haha, I love it. Time passage is a wonderful thing, I don't even care if it makes me wrinkly, bring'em on. Well... maybe not TOO many.
But I digress.
I'm slipping into this groove of "no worries" for everything I do, no matter how pressing. And the funny thing is, the less I stress, the more I get things done days before they're due. I finished the poetry portfolio last night (which means hurrah no more griping about stupid poetry writing!) which is due Monday. Anyway, who knew? I wake up every morning and put myself in the right frame of mind to work, and if it involves lying on the carpet doing pilates, or dancing around in my underwear for half the morning to Aretha Franklin, and if it takes me until 3:30 in the afternoon to actually get to the library and accomplish anything -- tant pis! Take a breath, it can wait an hour.
In two weeks I'm going to New Zealand. I've promised my mother I'll make her a sweater (my biggest endeavour to this point) out of New Zealand wool. It'll probably take me till next winter, so good thing to get a head start.

I know I keep promising Koala pictures, and I swear it'll happen. I'll do it when I get home and sneak onto the open wireless network that exists somewhere in the vicinity of my apartment. JHR also sent me a very strange picture, which I'm sticking up here for the hell of it. Mostly to get a laugh from those who know, or remember, Johnny the bartender.

James tells me I have to move my furniture out of the apt. It'll be interesting to see how it ends up happening since I'm not coming home until the 14th of August. At the moment I'm throwing myself on Av's mercy, but if that doesn't work (and hell, I wouldn't blame him, it's a pain in the ass), who knows? I wonder if you can hire people for this sort of thing? that of course is the worst-case scenario...

This week in Creative Writing we had to critique THE WORST POEM EVER WRITTEN. I say this without hesitation, because I am positively absolutely irrefutably certain that it is so. I read it to DE, I'm pretty sure he's STILL laughing. I had to bite my lip all through the reading of it in class. KP, you think the ones last year were bad? I guarantee this is at least ten times worse than anything we were subjected to last year.

Wow, so yeah, that's my news. Riveting I know.

Take care.

Note to self: You are not a good gambler

Yeah well, I had a good time anyway. I can totally see how that shit would be addictive. There were signs up everywhere for a gamblers anon. hotline. haha.

Anyway, back in the library, Chifley as always takes me in his lovin' arms... *sigh* This is actually getting a bit sick, I think that's about enough of the Chifley metaphor.

Don't have too much to report. Gotta finish a poetry portfolio and a short story (20 f-ing pages is hardly short, but hey I guess it depends on your definition), and uh, yeah, that's incredibly-boringly it.

Gorgeous day today. And I promise I'll have cuddly koala pictures up soon!

Alexis's 4 o'clock News Flash

Going to dress up IN A SKIRT AN' EVERYTHING and go participate in Australia's national pastime. Australian Rules Football you ask? Sadly, although at the moment I would greatly appreciate the sight of really great asses in very short shorts sprinting around the field, no. I am going to the CASINO, to win money, to buy someone a flight down here to visit me. Hurrah!
Today I went shopping... and did very little else. I have a pulled muscle in my upper back from trying to get my shirt off while simultaneously talking on the phone, it's a bit sore after all the slow mall walking.

And yes, in reply to the previous Anon. comment: Scarves in Australia. It's Autumn people, reversed seasons remember? It's the end of March and it's getting f-ing chilly here. I went out this morning with my coat AND a scarf on, although this aft I need neither. So enjoy your spring weather when it comes, I'm headed into winter. But hey, the tables will spin around drastically come the end of June, so I can stand a bit of cold... : )

Cheers

Film Tutorial 1pm Wed.

Every week I sit here for an hour freezing (but for my trusty scarf, so clever) and in particular poetic disposition, trying to prolong the sense of pleasant peacefulness I get from my creative writing tutorial. Trying, too, to quell my hunger pains, and my boredom -- trying to say as little as possible while still seeming to contribute, trying not to chafe at those who try to say too much to compensate for not contributing. Wednesdays are calm, relaxed, happy 2 o'clock week ending quitting time. So I write, reflect, ignore, and bullshit my way through, look how they eat it up. I have to stop my hostilities towards these classes, they corrupt my organs, make them dry, upset. I will love Wednesday, and these beautiful blank faces unreservedly. I'm so glad it's not snowing. And glad someone talked to me today after class, and glad for 2 cents a minute, and glad that I'm going to watch Catwoman tonight, despite, well, despite... and glad to let go of my attention for just a few moments at a time.

The more I let people in, the more I have to censor, the busier I get, the more I dread checking my emails.

For the Record

I'd just like to stress once again that the way I write does not necessarily reflect my general state of mind... I mean sometimes it does a pretty good job, but generally I have a tendency to use humour to mask things, to distance myself from what's really going on. For those of you feeling distanced yourselves: I am stressed to the max, barely sleeping, and being driven slowly crazy. But I am happy enough, getting satisfaction out of working hard, and feeling generally optimistic about the passage of time on the whole.

I'm sure you all feel so much more abstract now. On to what I really want to say:

11:30 am Why Tuesdays Suck the Big One
I have a whole Theory of Shitty Tuesdays, the wisdom of which I will now impart: Tuesday is still the beginning of the wek, there's still a long way to go before the next weekend, and you don't have the cushion of the last weekend to fall back on, like Monday does. So, you see, Tuesdays are predisposed to be a big pain in the ass.
I am consistently proved right in this, and today is no exception. It is apparently harmony day on campus today, and there are huge orange banners in the Union Centre pronouncing "Harmony Day! You + Me = Us!" I read this as I walked in and thought, wow, that is really... the stupidest thing ever. Obviously I'm feeling rather unharmonious. More, "You + Me = Hospitalization you f-er, back the f- off."
It's rainy and cold and disgusting today. I slept too long (I went to bed too late), was late to class, and forgot a pen. There are no computers free in the library, and the first one that was available after 10 mins of waiting was usurped by a big guy in a Yankees cap with a huge maple leaf on his sweater. Man, buddy, that shirt had better damn well be a souvenir and not a statement of nationality. I'm so ashamed. The yankees' cap is more understandable.
So now I'm writing this in the noisy union centre caf, with my new pen, and wasting the time I had hoped to use for emails and work in the library. Oh man annoying.
Anyway, I was thinking today about my two favourite subjects (2 guesses... each I suppose) and also Easter coming up, and I thought I would suggest a movie to celebrate the holiday -- a movie which has very little to do with Christianity and much more to do with the predicament of a few people I know right now.
So we should all find a friend and watch 40 days and 40 nights (I know, crap movie suggestion, but fitting, because it's, uh, about Lent) then those of us who have the option should continue the celebration in the fashion of the last 15 minutes of said movie, and blessed be.
Speaking of which -- Av, Porn'n'Chicken Sunday nightst next year -- whaddya say? Other Queen's bees are welcome to join too of course.
The Harmony Day team has now set up Tango dancers in the middle of the caf. I believe that's my cue to exit.

2:50 pm
In other news, I'm developing a healthy seething hatred for my psych tutorial but at least it gives me a chance to perfect my lounging pose of affected and disdainful disinterest. It's a bloody joke, and just brings Tuesdays to a particularly painful culmination.

4:41 pm
I'm enrolling myself in anger management therapy.
Joking. But I wouldn't suggest sneaking up on me right now, or, well, bugging me in any way. Canadians are off the hook, because well, how you would do that from miles and half a day away... Australians are not. Save all those practical jokes guys! At this point you're all confused and I'm realizing this is dumb and only funny for me. I'll just piss off then shall I?
Good idea.

The Road, Melbourne, Kelly, Koala, and the Second Coming of Christ

props for best title ever? (props from me if you actually wade through this beast of a post...)

So I'm just back from Melbourne, and a drive along Australia's South East coast. It was pretty amazing (pictures to follow when family does...), but here's a tip: If you're going to travel along the Great Ocean Road in the future, MAKE SURE YOU BOOK YOUR HOTELS IN ADVANCE. You can't just roll up and walk in, because they are BOOKED SOLID EVERY DAY. Which, you know, in a normal country, might prompt some savvy heads for business to say "Hmm, perhaps these towns need more hotels... perhaps I shall invest!" but no, they just turn people away. On the first night, by the third town (Bendigo had a rotary convention, Castlemaine wouldn't hear of the incestuosity of my brother and I sharing a bed - believe me it's not my idea of a good time - and the others were just plain full) I started making lame jokes:

Me: Is Jesus coming? Joshua, is there's something you want to tell us?
J: Yes, I am Jesus.
Me: What? No... you ALWAYS get to be Jesus. Mom tell Josh it's MY turn to be Jesus.
Dad: Either way I'm happy...

(actually, the only thing that really got said was the first one... my family just isn't that witty after 12 hours of driving)

And that's probably just about enough blaspheming for the Catholic relatives at the moment. Anyway, we got into a hotel just in time to eat dinner at a very expensive restaurant (is there any other kind?), and listen to a woman talk on her cell phone in a very high-pitched whiny excited annoying voice "OH MY GOOOOD KEEELLLY I HAVEN"T SEEN YOU IN AAAAAGES" I started laughing so hard I almost choked on my pasta, and then I laughed even harder when I saw her companion beat a hasty retreat "Shit got me a screamer, can't bring that home to mum." ahaa haa haa.

The second day, we spent, as the first one, staring rapt out the window trying to spot kangaroo (so far: roadkilled - 5, alive - nil). They have these signs with animal pictures saying "Kangaroo next 6km" and so on. We were already in Victoria when we saw our first "Koala next 2 km" to which my parents said "Oh yeah right, those things are so hard to see. How are we ever going to see one from a moving car?"

It was right about at that point that I sat forward and yelled "OH MY GOD I JUST SAW ONE YOU HAVE TO PULL OVER."

So yes, those pictures are coming too, haha.

And on to Melbourne:

It is really a beautiful city, it is I believe the Australian city of Lovers -- the f-ers are everywhere. There's like a makeout festival in every park. Nothing like being in the city of lovers with your parents eh? Awesome. But seriously, so nice.

And yesterday, coming home, I actually think I did see a kangaroo, a live one that is, but it was a bit small, might have been a wallaby? Oh what the f*** do I know -- in any case it was a marsupial of the hoppy variety I'm pretty sure.
I walked home from the bus station in the dark by myself and this morning I hear on the radio that "Police are investigating the bashing and robbery of two teenage girls in Civic last night." Yes, they actually said bashing. Civic is where I live. Thanks for fielding that one for me ladies.

So I woke up safe and sound this morning, rolled over and called Jess. Yeah, seriously, I didn't even get out of bed. I left the phone on my bedside table last night when I fell asleep. So I talked to her for an hour before I even got up, which was awesome, and much needed for both of us, and such a good way to start the day. I always have better days when I start them out talking to someone I miss so much. Now I've scrounged lunch rather unsuccessfully. I was listening to the radio this morning, just after I got off the phone they played "Peaches" by the Presidents of the USA... as the retro flashback, which first made me smile because it reminded me of singing along to that cassette with Jess when we were 12... and then I realized that a song I remember fondly when it first came out ON CASSETTE was a flashback song. And that means that time in my life has come -- when music I thought was cool is now retro-cool. Oh. My. God. Am I really that old? No. I'm not. Right?

I'm skipping class for the first time today. It is a civic holiday, probably half the class is skipping it. I really tried to get in to the building, I did, but it was locked, so obviously me and class today were not meant to be. Never mind, I've seen the Exorcist tonnes of times. I'm gonna go home and do some real work. Enough of this movie watching bullshit.

Love

Library is second home

So here I am again, 10:30 pm, half an hour to go... this library and I now have a deep spiritual connection, more than Stauffer and I ever did. Chifley and I have now shared countless hours of intimate networking and soul (book) searching, while Stauffer, well let's face it baby, you were never more than a one night stand - remember that time, with the 3 chapters of psych? Yeah, it was good, but I've moved on to a deeper more meaningful relationship -- with an Australian. His name is Chifley.

Obviously I'm demented. And stalling walking home alone in the cold dark. And facing the fam (should they still be awake)...

Typical conversation lately:

Joshua (to the television): Didn't you just say that already you fuck?
Me: What?
Joshua (to me): Hey, are you wearing my pants?
Me: What?
J: Oh, no I guess not. Hey, do you want some pants?
Me: What?
J: I've got some pants, they shrunk, you want'em?
Me: Uh...
Mom: No honey you definitely have to cut them off into shorts.

Note to self: find mother and brother something to do

Pictures are go

Okay so they're up. Kind of a fast job, so very little description, but hey, they're pictures, they can speak for themselves to some extent, and frankly, who has Ukrainian type time for these things any more? Not me.
So, take a look if you have a minute, as always, the link's on the side bar -->

Let me tell you a bit about my day:
I woke up at 1:30, 4:30, and 5:30... each time calculating how much time I had left to actually sleep, and there by cutting it down by a considerable degree (we all know my math skills are not what they once were). I finally actually got up at 7:15, barely made it to class by 9, snuck out of class half way through to go to another lecture, the stinky creative writing one (stinky in the literal sense), and established once and for all who the stinky person is -- he came and sat right beside me. Turns out he's the same guy who was winking at me in the workshop last week. I was duly frosty towards him. Go practice your French on someone else buddy, I ain't impressed, I already speak it. Thanks.
Yes, I am, yet again approached by one of those "go abroad to get laid" types who for some strange reason think I am a likely candidate? Why do they waste their time? This one is French, with specs and a tatty mustache. blech. Plus he smells. I don't have time for this bullshit, and let's all of us move on.

Now I'm hungry, and heading to the library to do the research for essay #2. Not that I've finished the 1st one, but the research is easier to do than the actual writing. I spend more and more time in that library starving... must break the cycle, maybe my dad wants to go for lunch (and pay for it, tee hee)...

Hope you like the pics

hibiscus over garden wall in newcastle 

no dissing the pink beach mat. 

Okay now I'm ready

So Newcastle was... well there was a beach. And every morning men undressed outside my window (I only know this because my brother told me, I swear I didn't look), put on their wetsuits, and hit the surf.
I lay on the beach, and I ate a lot of really expensive food, and I spent hours and hours in the car until I once could not feel my butt, and once just wished I could not feel my butt. My dad did 130 on the back roads all the way home. My ass was sore. Victoria: my ass was sore. Because of the bumps. In the road.
Anyway, apart from working on my tan, and feeling pretty damn good because there were a lot of fat girls in bikinis on the beach, and I, thankfully, was not among them, I sort of feel like I wasted 4 days. The only useful thing I did was read a beast of a Michael Crichton novel for my Archaeology course (don't ask), write some pukey poetry which my lovey-dovey writing class will undoubtedly eat up (oooh, deal with that image for a second), and I did not. even. remotely. get started. on my. essay. End of story. Yes, the cynic is back. At least she looks damn cute in a swim suit.

*sigh* I feel better now. Obviously the B6 is kicking in. Can't wait to get the phone bill *shudder*

So, this week's 4 day waster is another road trip to Melbourne. This time I've been a bit more realistic in my workload assignment. One psych chapter to read, one debate to prepare, and some more, incredibly shitty poetry to write and turn into a lovingly slaved-over portfolio. Will I share it? No. But if you're dying, hit up the archives, Moonlight and Cynics is in there.

Moving on: I'm posting pictures on the picture site tomorrow around 11 am, which is 7pm the day before in Canada, midnight in the UK, and 1 am in Germany.
They will include pictures from: France, Cyprus, India, and a few from Newcastle this weekend. So I'll be all caught up. hurrah!

Now, going to go, before someone takes down my IP address.

Tootles

Optimism

It doesn't come naturally to anyone in my family I think, including me, I'm working really hard at it, and wow, am I ever getting completely shot down. I need someone not directly involved to tell me everything is going to be okay, and that it will all work out. I need Jess. Jess where are you?

Road trippin'

So folks, I'm off tomorrow (thursday) to Newcastle to spend a few days on the beach (writing an essay). This of course means I'll be incommunicado for the next 4 days or so, but will be back in action on Monday, along (hopefully) with the inevitable bathing suit pics that are bound to ensue. Aren't you all so excited? I know, I know.

Anyway, I'm going to go watch Shaun of the Dead with my bro.

ciao

Tuesday is the worst day of the week

and how come no one said anything about the meaning of my concluding insult reversed? Where my non-linear thinkers at?

I have foreknowledge that makes Wednesday so much better.

Still hungry.

But I made a friend, and how did I do it? by beating her (yup, another her) in a cynicism contest -- honey, there's nothing I'm better at.

My life as a theory

... not a reality

Just in the library for a few minutes between classes, a lunch consisting of a bottle of juice consumed on the way to the student admin offices to pay fees, whereupon the line was way too long, and I had way too much stuff to do in the next half hour to be bothered...
Nevertheless, I thought a few things this morning during my lectures that I thought you might enjoy, and I figured I should report also on the sain & sauf status of my mother and brother who arrived yesterday morning in good spirits, and proceeded to litter the entire apartment with the spoils of India.
This morning my psych lecturer claimed in her lecture that there are 220 words for a promiscuous female, while there are only 22 for a promiscuous male. I believe this, but she went on to say that there is no part of a woman's body that cannot be used as an insult. I started to think... okay, you can call someone a cunt, a boob, that sort of thing, but have you ever heard some one say "You fucking falopian tube"? I thought not. On the other hand, you can also call some one a dick, a cocksucker, a sack (my prof didn't get that one, her exact audio was "what? I've never heard that one, that doesn't even... oh, oh okay."), etc. etc.

Also this morning, no one was stinky in my Creative Writing class, which is a definite improvement for us, a first this semester in fact. Hurrah!

My mother's last words to me on the way out the door this morning were "Talk to some friends!"

I am officially 5 years old, starving, and about to be late to my first three hour developmental psych tutorial (which I told my mother was like taking a course in parenting, and she said, predictably, "Good!").

So cheers, you bunch of f-ing torn hymens.

I'm a maniac

So yesterday, Deciana and Davina (grad students and therefore not in the category of "stupid girls" thankfully, and entirely wonderful to spend time with)came over for dinner with me and my dad, and then the three of us went off to a couple chick flicks. I'll just gloss over the fact that I sat through the second Bridget Jones again.... *shudder* and move on to the fact that I watched Wimbledon. Which okay, you may groan at, but was quite a sweet movie, and dammit I need my vicarious sex marathons right now okay? Okay, that's said. Sorry relatives, I know, once again I shock, can't help it, whatever, moving on. Anyway, the actual reason for watching this movie was the tennis, believe it or not. Because? Because I've stupidly issued a challenge, saying that I'm going to beat DE's ass at tennis in Fiji. To which he replied he was going to get lessons from Mr. R. Which of course is cheating, because Maxi is getting TRAINED TO TRAIN PEOPLE FOR F'S SAKE. Where's Dean when you need him, huh? Dean, wanna come to Australia early and teach me to serve? Yeah, thanks buddy. But anyway, having payed very astute attention (does that make sense? astute attention? I don't think so, but I like the alliteration, and I digress...) to the trajectories of the digitally inserted balls (yeah, they couldn't get the actors to do the shots properly, go figure), I think I'm probably a natural... and DE's destruction is nigh, bwahaha. I'm just making things worse for myself, but anyway, yesterday my dad and I bought rackets -- which I guess is step one completed with flying colours. Hurrah! And today, when we're done here, I'm going to play, for the first time since I was 11 and my 8 year old brother beat the pants off me. Alas, in my youth I was a lousy athlete. Hopefully by now my 22nd year I've improved somewhat. These days I'm more active than ever before... I can't seem to stop moving. So maybe, just maybe, if I keep at it over the next 4 months I can give DE a run for his money. Haha.

My mom and my brother are coming in tomorrow morning. Sadly I'll be in school when they get here, but I'm done by 5 pm and then I get PRESENTS! It will be nice to see them too of course. ;)

For next time, I'm working on a list of things you didn't necessarily know about ME. Yes for the first time. and I think a lot of you will actually be surprised. (and for all of you who are now feeling a bit apprehensive, no worries, it's a strictly quirky list)

Cheers.

How would you like to have your testicles bitten off by a chimp?

Man, this sucks.
Even reached us here in Australia.

I have to admit though, I was just using that line as an attention getter. Obviously I'm not in as good a position to sympathize with the guy as the other half of the world's population, having no testicles of my own.

The news on this side of the world is that the weather is bipolar, 20 degrees, and pissing half the time, skies clear the other half. My time to work on my tan is running out. Also, Schumacher nearly lost it in Melbourne, nice save buddy.

I'll answer emails tomorrow, right now, going to go watch some good old-fashioned chick flicks. OH! and by the way, if you haven't seen it, GO AND SEE BLADE TRINITY -- don't laugh, just take my word for it, it will turn you on like no other movie around right now -- so f-ing sexy. And can I just say, Ryan Reynolds... way to go Canada.

Love.

Yes! I get my comp back

Okay so yes, my mac broke, and I didn't say anything until now because a) my brother will make fun of me when he gets here on Monday, so it had to be done before he arrived, and b) everyone else will make fun of me.

So go for it, you know you want to.

The upshot is, that I get all my files back (I'm sure the nerdy mac guys have been having an absolutel BALL with some of the stuff I've written and saved this year, huh JHR & V? you know what I'm talking about), I get all my music back, which is awesome because, well, does anyone else feel sometimes like music dictates your mood?
And let me tell you I need a better one:

Besides the fact that I've been having HORRIBLE dreams lately, the ones where you wake up feeling more tired and sick than you went to sleep because they're so upsetting, I've been getting those yo-yo mood swings that can only mean one thing: Yes! this month I'm getting a major, major dose of PMS -- which would account for the email I sent JHR this week (unfortunately no less true despite it's being brought on in part by my hormones). I don't often get it, but when I do, you should really keep a distance of at least 3 metres between yourself and well, the edge of my arm span. Last night I was watching the Secret Life of Us (so sad you don't have it in Canada, it's f-ing brilliant), and two of the characters had embarked on a random f-only type relationship, except it was obvious that they were in love with eachother but too stupid to tell eachother, and it was so frustrating. Anyway, what's the point you're asking, because who really gives a shit and why have I reduced you to reading second hand soap plots? The point is, half an hour after the show ended I started crying because of the two stupid characters. Crying. I never cry. Unless I'm laughing. Or I'm really pissed off, or some other extreme circumstance. Okay, so I do once in a while, but never over fictional people on television.
So there you have it, hurrah a week of utter insanity in front of me. My poor father, I'll have to shield him as much as possible.

So, there's my first and hopefully only I'm-going-to-get-my-period-in-a-few-days post. Enjoy?

Call me Magneto

So.
I set off store alarms when I walk in. This is a new development in the magnetic force field that is me. Usually I just get the odd interference with electrical appliances, my computer f-s up (another reason I use a Mac... it doesn't seem to be, uh, phased), and radios static out when I walk around a room (this happened once when I was in a dollar store where they were playing the radio, sigh). Lately however, it's going overtime -- which has led me into several thankfully friendly conversations with store security at Target, among other places (Oh you're from CANADA?? I'VE BEEN THERE!! WELCOME TO AUSTRALIA!!).
I have a few theories about the reasons for this increase in nervous energy that seems to be surrounding me. Theories I've been trying to work out on the tread mill in the basement, to very little avail except that my ass is looking pretty damn good. In the meantime, don't anybody get into a golf cart with me... seen Jackass the movie? Yeah. Everytime I set off an alarm, I apologize, they look at me strangely, I offer up my bag for inspection, saying "Really, it's just me, I set them off everywhere." And THEN they look at me like I'm f-ing Carrie 3. I feel like saying "Don't worry, I won't break any windows, I promise." Instead I brandish my keychain and say, "Did you know I'm from Canada?"

It's an excellent distraction tactic in Australia.

this is the life 

my dad

Two funny things my dad has said lately:

1. On Tuesday we went to watch the Village - a crappy movie I have seen, and he has not. So I sat there and laughed while everyone jumped at the scary parts, and my dad sat there and jumped everytime the woman sitting in the seat beside him flew three feet out of her chair and SCREAMED. I suspect she may have been hamming it up for the guy she was with (OMG PROTECT ME I'M SO SCARED ... loser.), who she also had to keep explaining EVERY SINGLE PLOT TWIST BECAUSE HE WAS TOO STUPID TO GET IT. Way to find yourself a winner lady. Anyway, my poor father understandably had a bit of a complain about it. And then this morning at breakfast he started in again:
"Man that woman... the one at the movie... she ALSO smelled REALLY BAD. She had SO MUCH perfume on. It was HORRIBLE. I really just wanted to hit her with my elbow... in the face."

2. When we were planning what to do today, which involved going to this liquor store in the suburbs and buying BOXES AND BOXES of alcohol, he said:
"Well, you could wait till we get back from the Liquorland to go to the gym... or we could just get home and get wasted on all the booze we buy."
And I was all: "Compromise: why don't I go to the gym when we get back, and THEN we can get wasted?"

I should mention that instead we came home, jumped in the pool, worked on our tans for a conservative 15 minutes, and now have had a snack (beer) and dad is snoring on the couch. Swimming, sun, and alcohol, it'll do that to you.
Of course, I should only mention that because I know it will make most of you a little jealous, just a little. I don't know where the evil streak comes from, but it's somewhere in my genes...

hurrah dvcam! Here I am on the balcony with lake Burley Griffith in the background, and beyond, just barely visible, are the mountains. 

Everyone should have one of these

(Music: Radiohead "I don't care if it hurts... I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul")

Things you may or may not have known about Jessica (why haven't i done one of THESE before?):

- She has single handedly at many points in my life stopped me from completely losing it (like today)
- she is more organized... than me.
- she likes frogs (and unicorns, just a bit)
- she probably hates that I'm writing this right now, but don't worry, I won't say anything embarassing
- she makes excellent mixes (as in, cd's *cough* send me one *cough*)
- she really wants a job in BC this summer (so give her one, for chrissakes)
- she knows me better than I do
- she emailed me today eventhough she is incredibly busy because I needed her to

So thanks