heystasa: (OMFG DEAN)

1. I have one of those automatic airfreshener things in my loungeroom atm, you know the kind that sprays by itself at set intervals? (My normal response every single time it goes off is O_o)

Last night, I was watching tv and a chick sprayed perfume. The thing went off at the exact same time. It was awesome.



2. OKAY YOU GUYS WILL LIKE THIS.

My capslock key played up. For about 3 minutes, my capslock key said it was off, but acted like it was on, and vice versa.

FOR THREE MINUTES CAPSLOCK WAS THE ACTUAL NATURAL STATE OF MY COMPUTER. AND THIS HAPPENED WHILE TALKING TO ONE OF THE CAPSIEST PPL I KNOW.

AM BEGINNING TO THINK AM THE CENTRE OF SOME SORT OF BIZARRE QUANTUM FLUX... THINGY.

    
heystasa: (wonder girl)
Okay so, first off: HELLO GUYS, I'VE FUCKING MISSED YOU ALL.

I've been kind of taking a break from anything that's not right in front of me while working my life out.

I finished uni half way through last year, and promptly discovered that, despite what the website may say, it's not actually possible to start USyd film studies honours mid year. So I decided to hell with Sydney for the rest of 2010, and went home.

So that's where I've been for the past... like, 8 or 9 months. Jesus, that went. But it was really, really wonderful, and probably one of the better things I could have done.

Things that have happened in that time (in point form, because I know your time is valuable):

bla-dee bla-dee siss bam boom )
 

So, that's the summary. And now here I am in my new house, surrounded by all my stuff, Galaxy Quest on the tv, and perhaps rather a bit desperately lonely without my family around, but they're not too far away, so I'm going to learn to deal with that.

I have a better idea now then ever about what I want out of life, what's important and what I do and don't care about. I'm a bit more secure and outgoing (sales will do that to you, but so will responsibility and community, time and space and family, things which I didn't get much of while away at uni), and, well, to be honest, I'm probably still a bit of a mess sometimes, but I like to think I'm a bit more of a grown up about it.

I've figured out that I don't want to live in the city unless I can do it in a place I own and/or a suburb I like. I want to travel. I don't like being alone, despite how crazy too constant company makes me. I love cinema, art, and pop culture, and want to keep studying them. I think I might even like to teach them. I don't want to be a stooge; I'm an artist, deep down in my soul, just gotta work on the tools to bring it out. I'm a bit of a freak, but that's so much better than the alternative. I fucking love saying fuck. I love my town more than any place on earth, and would probably be lost without my farm; all roads lead back there, and no where else makes as much sense. I like country people, and there are ways I can be one and still do the things I love.

So, that's me. I'm here and I'm well, and I hope you're the same. <3

I've barely looked at my flist in months, so if there's any goss, or anything major (or minor even, I'm not picky. The point is: WASSUP) has happened to anyone, LAY IT ON ME, MY BBS. 

          
heystasa: (wonder girl)
So anyway, I pretty much hate my job.  Not like in a My life is miserable I weep over the steering wheel every morning, kind of way, but more a sort of, Oh my god I hate filling the fucking coke fridge. What the fucking hell, have you people never heard of TAPS, jesus. And what the what, BP, how are we still using fecking DOS, are you even aware of the 21st century? kind of way. It's not awful and not all that strenuous, and the pay is good, but it's crappy and unstimulating, and the slushie machines are noisy as hell.

HOWEVER. There is one thing I kinda love about it.

One of my jobs, the actual formal name for it is "Facing and Filling" the shelves and fridges. It's basically putting out stock (filling), and making sure it's all at the front of the shelf/fridge with the label facing forward (facing).

So, um, it might happen that, uh, while walking back to the counter after turning all the cokes around, I might, occasionally, maybe, sort of, um, do this: 



HOH YES. I AM A MUTHAFLIPPING FACER YOU GUISE :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD


Also, election happened. FIFTEEN HOUR FREAKING DAY, my god, but I actually enjoyed it. Even if my throat was killing me after asking 400 people's names, addresses, if they've voted so far in this election, no, in THIS election. With THESE candidates. Today or in the last few weeks. LOL. The answer I want to hear is no. Awesome. Here're your ballots, this is what you do with them. 

The moral is: people. For seriously. Be kind to your polling officials. That certified list is bloody huge.

But you know the really amazing thing is how many people in the world are named Francis.


I HATE KANGAROOS AND ALSO EVERY OTHER DRIVER ON THE ROADS. FUCKING HOPPY BASTARDS HAVE NO SENSE OF TIMING AND I ALWAYS GET STUCK BEHIND CARAVANS, TRUCKS, UTES LOADED UP WITH DIRT AND RUBBISH, OR OLD PEOPLE WHO ARE IDEALOGICALLY OPPOSED TO GOING A SANE SPEED. I had a really unfortunate drive in this morning and have been ranting about this all day.


My beloved car has reached the stage where bits are literally falling off  when I touch them, and my speedo is completely beyond saving. But on the other hand I HAVE A NEW COMPUTER~~~  \o/   Or, will do, on Monday. I beautiful new desktop with a massive 21 INCH SCREEN I CAN'T EVEN that's powerful enough to handle my ridiculously expensive video and image editing software. I am so in love with it, seriously. Expect many comments on old posts when I finally get it, because I doubt I'll ever want to leave it and will finally be able to catch up on all the internet I've missed lately for whatever reason.


Speaking of, HELLO BBS HOW ARE YOU I'VE MISSED YOOOUUUUUU SFM, MY GOD. I'm still sort of everywhere, but can't wait to get this new computer going and actually, you know, participate on this LJ thing with all you wonderful people again. <3


Oh hang on, one last thing: Have I mentioned that I'm going to Brisbane to chill with mah peeps? BECAUSE YEAH, I'M GOING TO FREAKING BRISBANE(!!!!) TO CHILL WITH MY BEAUTIFUL, BADARSE FREAKING PEEPS(!!!!), JSYK (\O/)


Today I...

Aug. 6th, 2010 12:15 am
heystasa: (wonder girl)

1) Saved four lives. (aka, the blood van came to town. My arm still hurts, but they had snickers!)

2) GOT A MUTHAFLIPPIN JOB


Just a few days a week at a servo, but it's good work that fits my schedule and leaves room for another casual job if I can get one. Plus the pay is AWESOME. $28 on weekends! Twenty eight! That's almost twice as much as my last job!  \o/

2b) I have an interview tomorrow for a gig on the silos come harvest, which would be bloody buggering work in bloody blistering heat with grain dust everywhere and ridiculously early starts, but it'll only be a couple of weeks and I kinda want to try it. I am a  farm girl, afterall; I like hard work (occasionally) and heavy machinery. And, again, the pay would be great.

(It's kinda funny really. In two days I'll have had two interviews, one with BP and one with the AWB. I seem to be attracting companies with... rather chequered pasts) XD


Oh, and also, OMGOMGOMG MY BROTHER'S GETTING MARRIED :DDDD  \o/ \o/

This gif pretty much sums up my entire family's reaction completely perfectly:

 

AND BECAUSE I JUST LOVE THEM SO FREAKING MUCH AND CAN ONLY HOPE TO PERFORM MY JOB WITH HALF AS MUCH BADASS EFFICIENCY AS THEM AND HELLO I MEAN NOTHING IS REALLY COMPLETE WITHOUT GHOSTFACERS AMIRITE HAVE SOME BONUS ED AND HARRY:



(omglol, captcha to load the ghostfacers gif: "lunatics of". Captcha ALWAYS KNOWS)
heystasa: (Default)

From this month's Filmink:

"I've got a fancy suit and $20 Payless shoes." Sam Worthington keeps it real on the Oscars red carpet.

Payless shoes! On the red carpet! With all the wanky designer dresses and "who are you wearing?" stupiditiy!

I love this bloke. I can't even believe he keeps getting such big roles in all these massive Hollywood blockbusters; he's so bloody normal. And you can hear his accent in everything! It cracks me up. He's still such a brickie, it's like he's fooling everyone. Like he's the Steven Bradbury of acting or something.





heystasa: (wonder girl)

The whole way through, I was hoping for just one little reference, just one connection to Press Gang. Because, dammit, it's Stephen Moffat and I refuse to believe anyone could move on from creating something so amazing as Press Gang without at least making a bit of a nod to it. After five seasons of it, I've come to know and love his early writing style pretty well. He had some pretty distinct tropes, and I always want to see them in the new stuff.

And there it was! Right at the end (and also right at the beginning really, though it took me till the end to realise that). The very best reference you could ask for. Right down to the dressing gown.

Why do I do so many major scenes in my life dressed in my pajamas?



Also: why in holy hell do I not have a Lynda icon.
heystasa: (wonder girl)

MY ESSAYS ARE DONE


IMMA WATCH ME SOME TROPIC-MUTHAFLIPPIN-THUNDER.


heystasa: (Helga)
I am considering changing my name. MacGuffin I'll be, Stella MacGuffin.

It'll be great. Everyone will think I'm so important. Like, "Fantastic, Stella MacGuffin's here! Now this thing's really rolling." There will be a big fuss and everyone will get all excited, and it'll only be when the whole thing's over in a big mess that some particularly astute and sensitive observer will begin to suspect that in fact throughout the whole thing I was not, at any point, any help at all. That in fact I may actually have vanished completely some time in the middle there when everyone else was distracted, on a train headed for Monaco. But no one will care about that, because I'm Stella MacGuffin, and before the nice casino people can question where the money went, I'll have already moved on to my next amazing, talk-of-the-season, no-one-can-lose project.

Yeah, that's the way to be. Become a MacGuffin.

You'll be loved and admired, the centre of attention always and the inspiration and motivation of all you encounter. An eternal mystery, always desirable, allusive by definition. No one ever remembering you long enough to catch on to the reality of how incompetent and insignificant you really are.

Yeah, man, the ultimate free ride.
heystasa: (Default)
I got a letter from the arts music department today (I had Mum read it out to me over the phone as it was sent home not here).

My lecturer wanted to congratulate me on my great marks in Film Music, saying what a delight it is for lecturers to read good essays. He also wanted to remind me that art music has an honours program for its high acheiving students, should I be interested. I had the biggest, stupidest smile on my face while she was reading it. They think I'm a good student. *beams ever so slightly smugly*

I know it was probably sent out to all students in his course that got a distinction, and there's no way I can or would do music honours anyway (don't have room in my degree, have no interest in the technical aspects), but still I'm well chuffed. That's like, the best motivator ever.

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