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Heard in a Brand Power ad promoting Sorbent extra long toilet paper:

Now you can replace the toilet roll less often and have more time in your busy day!  :D

What an odd angle to take. How much time does changing loo roll dominate? Really?

"Oh blast, I've got to pick up the kids and finish off this report and we're out of milk and this faxing needs to be done by 5pm, but wait! Oh heavens! The loo paper needs to be changed immediantly! Immediantly, I say! The next person to use the toilet is never going to be able to work it out themselves while they're in there, I simply must get on it right now! Oh curse you toilet paper people, the length of your roll has just thrown everything out of whack."

Oh those crazy Brand Power ads.



Also, ANYONE IN OR AROUND SYDNEY KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ELECTRONICS?

The lightbulb in the overhead light in the loungeroom has blown and I have no idea how to get at the damn thing. Why put such an impenetrable cover-thingy in a rental property, dammit.  At the moment it seems like I might have to wait until one of my parents is down, because there is no obvious solution to this thing. Which kinda sucks. I like to be able to see.

So, um, anyone know anything about light fixtures? Or anyone game enough to fiddle around and take responsibility for any damage? Anyone at all? ...Please? 


*crickets chirp*


 
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 So I'm sitting here drinking strawberry milk (which is like alcohol, in a sense, if you're me and can get drunk on air) and half watching Black Books, and I just realised I have both feet crammed into one slipper. 

I own a great many slippers. Two in fact. The other one is under the table and I'm too cold to move and too busy cackling at everything to actually do anything.

Yesterday I made a bacon bone soup, which tastes ohmygodsoamazing, and have discovered that apparently it takes me about four hours more than it should to cook soup. This time it was because I forgot the dried soup mix for the first three hours of boiling. I thought it was strangely thin, then figured out why and had to wait another couple of hours until everything was actually cooked. And the really silly part is that this happened last time too. Along with many, many other ridiculous soup making incidents.

 



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So my Mum, sister, and I went to Dubbo the other day   (Finally! I haven't been on a Dubbo trip in over a year and a half. We always have such a great time on our girl's trips to Dubbo. I was having such cravings. We went out to tea at Hogsbreath, stayed over night at the Fountain View (the first motel I can remember ever), and I got new dresses, and jeans (skinny legs that fit and don't look ridiculous. I know, I didn't think they existed either), and music, and the old beautiful Beatrix Potter cartoons on DVD, and we had Myer vouchers so Mum brought new towels (oh God, those towels) and I got some luxurious nice smelling body butter and bath wash things that I normally would never buy because I am responsible but always want because they're so lovely. And we had fun together and didn't fight over the front seat. It was a good trip.), and saw Mama Mia! at the movies.

Points On Mama Mia!:

1 -
Meryl Streep is amazing. This is not new news, but I felt it was worth saying. She has such dignity, any character played by her has such weight to them. It's quite remarkable.


2 - I think the cast did a better job on the songs than Agnetha and Frida did. 

Oh yeah, I went there. 
Bring it.


3 - Colin Firth.

I want to marry him.



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1. I can't stop eating these Mars filled Pods things. I buy them thinking I'll ration them as treats, but then I just munch on them constantly. I have no self control. Damn seductive caramel.

2. I have to get seriously working on my Games and Simulation assessment. I am making a text adventure game. It is set in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. There are Oopa Loompas. It is a group project and we've got it quite nicely planned out. All I have to do is start coding my part. IT WILL BE EASY AND FUN BUT I AM STILL PUTTING IT OFF. WHY DO I DO THIS???

Dear Brain,
                    Can we please stop with the anxiety? It will be very difficult for me to pass my courses if a great whopping wall of terror is erected every time I contemplate doing an assessment. I actually really enjoyed the last essay I wrote, you know. And do you remember all that pride when I handed it in on time? Wasn't that nice? Don't you want that again? Come on, kiddo, let's get adjusting. That's how you're supposed to work.


3. My flat needs vacuuming, I could make up a load of washing, and there are clothes flung everywhere. Clean up day soon, YAY! 
I loves domestic chores. They makes me feel real. And it's nice to see the floor. I have such a nice floor.

4. So, last night (as well as having a lovely night out with a friend at Circular Quay for a birthday dinner) I actually met someone from fandom in real life! Am not the only insane HP slash fangirl in Australia! Look, look, I have proof! Muhaha!! And I have made a new LJ friend! Hiiiii!! *waves enthusicastically* Will do proper greetings and exchanging of recs etc when I have taken care of point 2.  Must... do... uniwork. It-will-be-fun, dammit!

5. Have to cook tonight. I refuse to have toast or cereal for tea and I've run out of left overs. Which means I have to wash pots. Curses.

6. My god this album. It's amazing. It flows and crashes and screams and whimpers and settles and brakes and falls and lifts and it's impossible not to go with it. He has the most honest voice - more like speaking than singing, and all the while trying not to fall to pieces, filled with cracks and strange little screams - and the most sweet, exposed, and devastatingly lovely lyrics. ('The world's got me dizzy again/ you'd think after twenty-two years I'd be used to the spin,'  'It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live,'  'This is the first day of my life,/ Glad I didn't die before I met you.' ) 

The songs - lyrics and music - are so beautifully complex, even the deceptively quiet ones. There is a real simplicity to what he sings about, he doesn't romanticise, but sings about things at a very basic level, creating such honesty. It's like, he's describing things as they are, as they actually feel, but somehow it sounds so breathtaking. And the music cascades in from nothing, crashes down and sweeps through or is so silent you forget it's there, you can only focus on his voice. That sort of honesty and reality is so rare and precious.  It's impossible not to be affected. 

The closest thing I can think to compare it to is The Cure - Robert Smith has that same stuttering honesty in his voice, and that same childishness and wonder in his lyrics, and that same cascading lushesness in some of his music. In fact, the stereo is set so that Disintegration is the next album to play after Bright Eyes finishes. 'Plain Song' is a perfect way to follow up I'm Wide Awake..., it too, never fails to be stunning.

7. I'm always pinning after my pets, wishing I could take them with me to Sydney. I am acquainted with all the neighbourhood cats, and am sure to say hello when I pass them. So my mummy made me a cat so I wouldn't be lonely.


I love my Mum.

I had a moment the other morning, lying in bed, just about to wake up. I thought to myself, it's feels like I've barely seen anyone (my family) the past few days. Will have to spend some time wth them today. But then I opened my eyes and remembered. I actually hadn't seen them for the past few days at all, because Easter was over and I was back at uni again. I felt so dissapointed. I really wanted to see them. But then I woke up, and got on with things, and laughed at how easilly I'd gotten mixed up. 

I'm fine, really I am. But it's hard sometimes, getting used to not having them around. That morning, filled with sleep, I really missed them. Sometimes I just really want for them. 


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 I am so tired. Uni is killing me. It's only Wednesday and already I want to curl up and nap until Easter. Just have to get used to getting up at the same time every morning and doing a lot of walking, I guess. My body needs to adjust. Hope it doesn't take long; it's really hard to work when I can hardly stay awake. So hard to concerntrate and to think. Not even paying much attention to what I'm writing now. 





Have I mentioned that I have synesthesia? Letters, words, numbers and some sounds and scents have colour and shape to me. Everything is just wired tightly in my head, there are many people that have it to some degree. It feels the most natural thing in the world to me, but to people who don't have it it is a very strange concept. To me it's only strange to think people have different colours. Like 2 being red. That just doesn't work for me, it feels all wrong. I have a lot of trouble trying to picture it, and feel almost physically ill trying to. It is simply wrong.







Energy is running low, lifting fingers to hit keys all a bit much. Going to get up and make some banana and custard for tea while still can. Uuuuurrr, still have to have a shower yet. Tomorrow can sleep in a bit longer in the morning, that'll help. Really can't wait until Friday and sleep and no interpersonal interaction.

Nineteen

Mar. 4th, 2008 11:23 am
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So now I'm gig, and now I'm brown, 
I'm all gotether, all alone

Ni'm iineteen, ni'm iinteen,
by mirthday's today
a gig birl,
a loman,
a wady, sey thay

I'm nineteen, I'm nineteen,
my birthday's today,
a big girl,
a woman,
a lady, they say


I've been waiting for this day for, oh for years. I've always felt that nineteen carried a certain distinction. It's a far more romanitc birthday than eighteen or twentyone. Seventeen is the age at which one learns the truth, but nineteen is the age in which one is one's self, and the age to be a lady. And I've been waiting so long to sing that song and for it to be true. 

Rocky Horror onstage tonight, and a party with my family and Winnie the Pooh plates, cups and party hats today. I am so very very happy, and so very in love with today.

The song is here, about two minutes and ten seconds in.
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Me, coming in from the bathroom:    "Aww, the house smells like mangoes! "   (after we had had mangoes earlier)

Mum:   "That's funny, because Lucy was just saying it smells like witchetty grubs."


--
Also, may it be entered onto the record that GODDAMN IT, CAT, I JUST LET YOU IN!!!

--
The other night we had a scheduled blackout at 10:30, Mum & I planned a night of games by candle light. At about 10:15 we were getting ready, with me occasionally chiming in with, "quick, woman! Only seven more minutes of light!". When we were ready, Mum raised her arms triumpantly, "We, are, PREPARED!" she declared.Right then, the lights went out.
She then proceded to beat me 2/3 in Cluedo. But I totally topped her in terms of dramatics. (Mum: "I accuse you, Mrs Peacock, of taking the lead pipe from wherever it was kept, and useing it to DROWN all the plants in the conservatory!"   Me: "I snapped!! It was those damn gazanias, they - just- wouldn't- flower!!" followed by wretched sobbing.)
~~~~


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Am going Christmas shopping tomorrow. Have no idea what to get anyone. Damn them all, they just do it to spite me. 
Am going to buy self a flashy christmas badge. I loves Christmas.

.
 
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So, I'm back in Sydney at the moment, and the day before yesterday I got lost. For two hours. I really did think I was getting the hang of the City and the suburbs surrounding the uni, but somehow I ended up at Darling Harbour from Glebe Point. I really don't know how I managed it. I was laughing the whole time and saying things like 'Oh my God I'm in Ultimo, what the hell hapened to Glebe?!', 'the Powerhouse Museum, what?! Where's Broadway?!', and 'If I get robbed I'm going to be so annoyed!' because I rather think that if I hadn't started laughing I would have started hypervenilating. My feet still hurt. No more shortcuts without a map.

Amazingly, the next day when I had to get to the NSW Lotteries headquarters at Olymipic Park, I didn't have any trouble at all. Thank God for public transport.

Today Mum arrived for a conference and I went to look at the hotel. She's staying at the Intercontinental, one of the swankier hotels in Sydney. I know this because it's right near Circular Quay and there's a bloke who opens the door of your car and offers to carry your bags (also, it's where George Bush stayed during APEC. I may not like the man, but by god does someone on his staff have fine taste in hotels). It is awesome. So I'm at the counter with Mum, happy as anything and giggling madly at how fabulous everything looks, and I turn around and the lads from Human Nature are standing over in the hallway. Needless to say, I cracked up. I am loving my trip to Sydney. 

Also, love the fact that I am able to have a holiday in the same place that I spent the entire year of Uni in.
 
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After I got my second dose of the cervical cancer immunisation today, the doctor gave me a little information card with "JOIN THE FIGHT AGAINST CERVICAL CANCER" printed on the front, and a band-aid with "i did" printed all over it. Hadn't really thought of it in terms of a fight, but whatever, it is an important and wonderful thing and I suppose I've joined anyway haven't I. The point is, MY ARM HURTS!

My sister hates needles, had to go to sickbay after the last one because the she was so stressed (I get this image in my mind, her rocking back in forth, fanning her face with her hand, "Aw-w-w, Me stress, me stress!", in the voice that she uses to tease other people in pain. Oh how it makes me laugh.). The nurses always try to soothe her by putting things in perspective, "A needle is nothing compared to cancer" and so on. They also, in the manner of mothers, told her that now she should have a new appreciation for Mum, because imagine all the needles she had to have when pregnant.

And all this adds to my list of Reasons Why It Sucks To Have A Uterus.
Really, the female reproductive system is a bloody pain in the arse. Or, well, usually a pain in the lower abdomen - which is another reason to hate it. 

Though I don' t really want to be a boy either, I could write a flipping novel on things that suck about being a girl. But, really, I've gotten used to the whole girl thing now (except the whole 'boys get ideas if you talk to them for too long thing' - that I hate. I like having mates who are blokes, why must they misinterpret ques that don't exist?! I do not exist in a sexual context, don't put me there!) it doesn't usually bother me, given that I don't really define myself by my gender - but when your arm hurts, it helps to vent. Stupid arm.

I know I'm being silly. Tomorrow I'm getting a Menigacotl C vaccination. That has nothing to do with gender. It will hurt too, and I'll not have anything to blame it on.

Anyway.

I've actually had a perfectly lovely day. Am feeling pretty good in general lately actually. Was going to write about that, but then, well, the arm thing. Will write about my happy later.

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There is an infomercial for a Soft Rock of the 70s collection on TV at the moment, and I just looked up and saw a familiar face. I thought to myself, 'Huh, Peter Allen looks a lot like Phil Colins.' At which point, the ad informed me that I was, in fact, looking at Phil Colins. Yup.

This collection actually sounds pretty good. I've already got quite a few of the songs. List of songs from ad that I don't have but must investigate:
Drive - the Cars
All Out of Love - Air Supply
Waiting for a Girl Like You - Foreigner (either hate this song, or really dig it, Can't tell. It's that sort of song.)
Low Down - Buzz Scugs (or someone)
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So anyway, I've had this account for like a couple of weeks now and not bothered to write anything yet, and as I've been mucking about on the computer doing other things for a while now I figure I may as well do this too.

By and large, the reason I've not posted so far is because I am at home. That's, home. Not in Sydney at uni, but home, on the farm. It is lovely. I'm really not cut out for the city or for any sort of work that involves essays or concentration. I'm far too laid back for that crap and it makes me all frazzled. 
But I love home - open spaces, smells, the pets, and my family, which surprised me - I miss them all when I'm away.  Last semester - my first at Sydney Uni - the tinyness of my room and the pressure of work and the strangeness of Sydney made me crazy. Not in a yelling thrashing kind of a way, but like all of the stuff in my head had to try to occupy a space as small as my body did, whereas usually, there is plenty of room for thought to spread out. I need to be completely calm, or else I just can't handle anything. 
And the city just feels wrong somehow. I mean, there are parts of it that I like, yeah, but really, why on earth would anyone want to live somewhere like that for any significant length of time? Where it is impossible to know all the streets and there are buildings shutting off the sky and millions of people who you don't and will never know or understand. I suppose I am just used to where I live. There are bad things about the country too, of course. But then, it's not 'the country' that I really consider home, it's my farm. There is nowhere in the world that makes more sense to me. "You can take the girl out of the country" and all that.  I'm not meaning to be sappy, I don't do sap. I just had a lot of time to think about it while I was suffering the cabin fever.


My cat seems to have seen something interesting on the ceiling... And now he's meowing at me. Oh, I see, some clever ploy to get me to notice him and let him out. Fine! 
Bossy little git. Darn him and his cuteness.

So, there's my first entry then. That's what I figured Lj would be for. Being able to enjoy my fandoms more, have an extra something to do when I'm back in Sydney (don't need or like to be on the computer much when I'm home. Although, I may jump on tomorrow or some time to write a little something about the concert Mum & I went to the other day - for prosperity's sake. Because man that was awesome!) and give myself a place to vent if the need arises and it's not too personal. Still haven't joined any communities yet or anything, but whatever, I'll get to it.

And now
, it's tea time! Yay for food!!! Everybody Mambo!!! 

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