Saturday, March 31, 2007

When in doubt, add lots of photos

Step One: Out of bed. Step Two: Awake? Maybe later.

See? The sun isn't even awake yet.

Back behind the wheel of a car. Do you trust me?

Waiting patiently (ha!) at the airport. Admiring my own reflection in the glass walls.

Don't you wish we had these in Darwin? Or at uni?

You know you're mature when you can resist the urge to play on the moving things.

Oops! Not yet, I spose.

Closed? What do you mean closed? It can't be closed! My boys need to come through there!

Never mind. They're LATE!

Ooh! A plane. Hurrythefuckupmkaythanks. Look! It's coming!

Aaaand... there they are!!!


Winter Fashions Pt2

STICKY POST: The boys are back in town!

This is a sticky post. It will stick here at the top of the page 'til the boys get here, forcing you to scroll down to check if there's anything new here.


In the comments, we will make a list of things to do when the boys are down. Starting... now! Go comment!


In addition, here is the (still-growing) list of things for them to bring down:

Scooter cover if you can fit it. Everything else is compulsory on pain of no icecream unless I say otherwise.
Never mind. I bought the Scarlet Lady lots of presents, so she doesn't need the cover.

My denim shorts How the hell did I leave them behind? No clue.
Grad dress Not sure if the top part is hanging up with the skirt or not?
Fuschia evening bag Again, how did I leave it behind?

"TKAM" aka "To Kill A Mockingbird"
"S&S" aka "Sense and Sensibility." Alternatively, it's the Spicks and Specks DVD - which I don't think exists, but if it does, that would be cool.
Dictionary fine, never mind
"Style Manual"
"HP6" Do not tell me you don't know what that is. And you want to make sure it's my copy and not yours that you won.

Skipping rope The black one. Or the green one.
Warriors face washer / hand towel & my #44 jersey and my shorts if you're not using them
Adelaide Lighting water bottle
Torch If I left it there... it's kinda grey?

Strappy wedges Under my bed.
Silver stilettos Likewise.

Lips Of An Angel Or whatever it's called. It's like the number-one song at the moment.
Khe Sahn - Cold Chisel
Rock This Party (Everybody Dance Now) - Bob Sinclar, Cutee B

You can put them on Your USB so I can put more eps onto my computer. Never mind that part. My computer works now. But I still want the songs cos the Flinders thing is stupid and won't let me illegally download songs.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Weather Report


Fri, Mar 30
Possible shower

min: 13°C max: 21°C

Sat, Mar 31
Mostly sunny

min: 13°C max: 23°C

Sun, Apr 1
Mostly sunny

min: 15°C max: 26°C

Mon, Apr 2

min: 14°C max: 21°C

So yeah, boys: that's what you have to look forward to, everyone else: thrilling stuff, hey?

Boys vs Girls

Me: And we had to watch this really weird movie with this bizarre sex scene, and at the end he gets knifed by a dwarf!

The Boys: Pornography, dwarves, slashing! What more could you want?

(And speaking of porn, have a pic from last night's Porn Party at the Tav. On the house. You're so welcome!)

Guess What?! (For real this time.)

Ok, so GUESS WHAT y'all!

I will even give you some clues.

Ok, here is the first clue.

And here is the second clue.

And even though you all were spectacularly unhelpful last time, here is the third clue.


Fine! If winter's going to come, at least I'm going to look good

Ok, fine. Turns out me wearing summer clothes does NOT force the weather to stay summerish. It only gets me a cold. Thanks, weather.

But I just had to share today's outfit with you. (Everyone: No, you really didn't. You just think you did. Me: Too bad!) Basically, it's a who cares, UNLESS you've always lived in a place where you wear singlets and shorts all the damn time, which, let's be honest, is freaking awesome. However, on those rare occaisions where you go someplace with really shitty weather, you get to feel happy about it (until that too gets old and you want your proper weather back) because you get to wear high high boots with little skirts and singlets under cuute long sweatery* things. I know right?
And your hair does this awesome thing where all you've done is have a shower and while it's still dripping wet run some stuff through it and it transforms into these like curl things? And it's awesome.
*Yo, Carla is going to yell at me for being all American with the sweaters and whatnot but I'm asking, what is that? It's not a jumper or a jacket or a cardigan. It's a sweatery thing.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

The Magic Laptop

Things that have spontaneously and mysteriously disappeared from my computer in the past two days:
  • internet explorer
  • windows media player
  • the ability to put media player onto the taskbar thingie
  • all but 17.1 megabytes of hard disk space
I have undisappeared three of these, but I need help with the last one.

I have about a bajillion photos and approximately 773 songs and two and a third seasons of Veronica Mars saved onto my computer. The songs are on my mp3 player: does this mean I can delete them from my computer? Should I store all the photos on a cd? Or should I possibly get a usb and put everything onto that? Or maybe I should just get more megawhatevers added or whatever it is that kids do to those new fangled inventions when they put too much junk on their hard drives.

Monday, March 26, 2007

What the Blog?! Update

As Jen so subtly pointed out ("WHERE THE HELL IS THAT POST WE DEMAND OF YOU?! WE GIVE YOU A BUTTON AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT US! STUPID WHORE." or something like that) I didn't post in the Second Asshat Award Competition Thingie. (And I'm going to pay her back for all that (imaginary) yelling but posting this on the little linky thing and pretending I did actually entered the 2AACT. HA!)

This is because of the subject. Asshats In The News. I'm sure there are a bajillion of them. But the thing is, I don't know about any of them. I don't watch the news, I don't listen to the radio anymore because I don't have to drive to work at a time when there is NO FRICKING MUSIC ON FOR THE LOVE OF GOD and am therefore forced to listen to the news, and I rarely read the newpaper (and if I do, it's mostly the basketball and the fashion and the comics. I know, you're shocked).

So yeah, while I am sure there are lots of asshats being reported, I am aware of exactly none of them.

(Although I do have one thing which is kinda amusing and slightly asshattish, if only in respect of what we consider to be 'newsworthy': Donatella Versace tripped going up the stairs.)

Moving on: The Third Annual Asshat Award Competition Thingie: Asshats at Work. HA! This one is just too easy, mostly because I already had it written and copy and paste is totally my bitch.

However, it was a really really big drama at the time, but I'm thinking it might not be that well written or it might not translate that well. So if you don't understand it, that's ok. You can just move on.

A bit of background: I worked at a childcare centre, where a kid called Hugo was meant to be picked up by taxi and taken to his preschool. As you'll see, it didn't really work out that way.

A Week In The Life

Dad was there to help us put Hugo into the taxi for the first time as he starts at Nemarluk preschool. Hugo demanded "That one car" in loud compelling tones but Dad refused to be compelled as he shut Hugo into the taxi with the idiot driver who wasn't quite sure where he was supposed to be going. Hugo, being smarter than the taxi driver, opened the door before they'd gotten out of the car park, so I put on the child lock and they proceeded (loudly, I imagine) to Nemarluk. Hugo was fine when I got him out in the afternoon only asking for "home" a couple of times before settling down to 'play with Jack and Sydney'.

Hugo wanted Dad but happily counted the nuts on the tyre of the taxi while I put his seat in. He got in happily and said "bubye" so I'm thinking it's all good. Then the taxi driver asked me what his name was, and I'm thinking it's even more good. This guy's not just going to ignore Hugo the whole way blah blah optimism. Then he goes, "Where's Sophia?" Um, what? Sophia, it turns out, is meant to be going to Wanguri. I run inside to check that indeed there is no Sophia and go back outside, where Hugo says "bubye" yet again, in the tone of, 'why I am not getting away from here already?' I remind the driver a number of times that this is Hugo and Hugo needs to go to Nemarluk before sending them on their way.

Third verse same as the second, a little bit louder and a little bit worse.
The driver asks D if Some Other Random Kid is ready to go as well, and again, we have to inform the nice man that SORK does not even go here, that they shouldn't be sharing a cab with Hugo, and this child, the one we're paying you to transport, needs to go to Nemarluk.
And cut the smokes thanks.

Maria, who went here for a short time and also goes to Nemarluk, gets dropped off around lunchtime. We didn't know she was coming in today but y'know, parents are crap at the whole keeping us informed thing so what the hell. Forty-five minutes later, the taxi driver is back, saying it's time for him to take Maria home now. You want us to believe you had instructions to take her from Nemarluk to creche, just for a flying visit before delivering her home. Yeah right. Get your facts straight before you go delivering kids to random addresses.

Hugo doesn't go to Nemarluk on Fridays. On a side note: are they TRYING to make it hard for us? Anyway, you guessed it, idiot taxi man showed up.

Still to come...
What happened to Sophia? Did SORK make it to school that day? How frantic were Maria's parents when she didn't arrive home at the appointed time? And can Hugo make it to Nemarluk and back on the right four days next week? Stay tuned.

A Week In The Life Part 2

Idiot Taxi Driver: Hugo and Jeffrey need to go to Malak.
Me: Are you freaking kidding me??? This is Hugo. Take him to Nemarluk.
Him: Really?
Me: YES. Read the shirt. Hugo. Nemarluk. Got it?

Same thing, except this time he got a call to pick up Jeffrey from Malak and then take him and Hugo to Nemarluk.
I call mum. This is freaking ridiculous.

He wants to pick up Alexander (SORK) as well. NOT HERE DUDE.
And turns out the government's paying for it so now I don't really care how long they're making the trip. I still don't think they should be doing more than one kid at once. (Although dad says next term there'll be two kids from the centre going together.)

One Hugo is enough.

Jack went home straight after preschool so I get a 2hour lunch and an early mark! Which... irrelevent, but still.

Oh and on Wednesday, D said the taxi driver was just about to drive off when she went out with Hugo. He hadn't even beeped! Idiot.

So, took Hugo out. No, SOORK isn't here! Did I say that a bit forcefully? Too bad, I'm sick of this shit. So are the drivers, apparantly, judging by the huge groan this one did as he reached for his radio to tell HQ they they'd stuffed up yet again.

Oh! And! Not so irrelevent after all. As I went out to go home for my two. hour. lunch! there was a taxi waiting there. Just on the off-chance of two fuck-ups in one day, I went over to say hi. Ooh, nice cold aircon. Stay on task. Yeah, he was there to pick up Hugo. Not here buddy. The early driver got the kid. The slow driver is not a happy camper.

No Nemarluk (or actually, "Nenamyuk").
Yes taxi. Stupid stupid stupid.
Do you want another kid with that? Jeffrey maybe? Or SOOORK? Nope, just Hugo. It's a miracle.

Now let's see if next week we can't put it all together now mkay? Cheers.

A Week In The Life Part 3: The Final Chance to GET IT RIGHT

Me: Hop in, here's your bag. Seatbelt on. Ok, bye.
ITD*: Is this Hugo?
Me: Yes [idiot].
Him: And Jeffrey?
(then when I've calmed down)
Me: There is no Jeffrey. There is never a Jeffrey. Just Hugo.
Him: I have to get Jeffrey after. See? 17 something.
(and that's not me not remembering, his display actually didn't tell him the rest of the address)
Me: No. There is no Jeffrey. Take Hugo STRAIGHT TO NEMARLUK. Ok?
Him: Um, ok [crazy lady].
Me: Great.

Me: goes inside thinking, "Freaking idiots".
Him: gets rightthefuck on his radio, "What's the address for Jeffrey so I can go and get him RIGHT NOW and piss off this crazy person who was FREAKING OUT."

*For those just tuning in, ITD = Idiot Taxi Driver.

And incidentally, Maria gets the same driver every time, who even gets her out of the cab and brings her inside. What can't they sort Hugo's transport rightthefuck out? Hmm? Yeah, that's what I thought.


Ok, so I can't remember what happened in the morning. Actually, yes I do.

He's all, "What's his name? And where's he going? Oh, [the woman from HQ on the radio] was saying something about Malak."
And I just totally shut him down. "Nope, not Malak. Definitely Nemarluk. Okay? OKAY???"

But THEN...

I had planned to go shopping for a new bag so I could pack that night. I knew Hugo was likely to be a bit after three, so I'd told vsquared I'd meet him a bit after that. (I just got to the end and realised I never finished off the shopping story, so here it is: I went shopping, found a bag, and was back in time for late snack. How awesome am I?)

So it's five after three, which is the latest he's ever been (and that had only been once, all the other times had been between five to three and three o'clock). I was waiting out in the foyer til he came, accompanied at various stages by random people on their breaks/knocking off/passing through.

At ten past, we call Nemarluk. He's already been picked up.
We call the taxi company. He's already been picked up. He should be here soon.

We wait. And wait.

We call Nemarluk again. (Why they didn't tell us he was going to be late is beyond me.)

We wait some more.

Hugo arrives at 3:40pm.
Basically fifty minutes late.
And PS: not really buying that he was picked up by ten past.

Turns out that our driver (Frank) dropped off Jeffrey (who is now his normal passenger) then went back to Nemarluk to pick up Hugo and SORK who hadn't been picked up by their random drivers. So Frank, being the good citizen that he is, took both of them, dropped off SORK, then brought Hugo here, only to be abused by yours truly.

Actually I was very restrained, especially after he explained the sitch. He even offered to become Hugo's regular driver, which as far as I know is what's going to happen.

The real kicker: D called mum specifically to let her know what happened, as The Parents hadn't arrived when D's shift was over. (Work said they'd left ages ago.) So D hung around to let them know. Mum's response? "Wow Hugo, been all over town today?"

Oh my freaking god. You know, I said not to call The Parents during the crisis, because what could they do that we weren't already. Worry? I said that we weren't doing. But y'know, next time we'll be able to, as I know it won't even stress them out.



(Only took you two and half weeks you freaking idiots.)

Saturday, March 24, 2007

They make you learn at maths at uni

Ok, there is a REASON why I am doing English.

The maths and me? Not such good friends.

Which is why this whole daylight savings thing confused me in the first place. That and the fact that I have waay too many electronic devices that (could potentially) tell me the (wrong) time.

And now, it turns out that it FINISHES. And you just have to turn your clocks back? forward? again.

And so I am confused. With the changing and the maths and all.

The dining hall clock had the right idea: if you never change forward you never have to change back. Or vice versa?


What to write about?

I am totally at a loss here.

It's a week after this entry and one week before next Saturday, and somehow, you all are going to have to write this post for me.


So, what is this entry about. You tell me.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Word Count

Rainy Days

Who's the smart cookie who decided to go for a scooter ride on the rainiest day Adelaide's ever had?
Who got lots of sympathetic grins from guys on her way out of the Marion carpark?
Who got beeped at as she went sloooowly around the corner through a puddle a foot deep. (Am only exaggerating very very slightly.) Idiots. And turn your fricking lights on.

Let's kill a lot of trees

Lady at the MVR: Is it registered in joint names?
Me: Yes.
Lady at the MVR: You'll need to provide proof of SA address for both people.
Me: The other person doesn't live here.
Lady at the MVR: So you want it just in your name. If you want to change any details you'll need an inspection.
Me: I'd like to keep it in both [so I don't have to get an inspection].
Lady at the MVR: Ok, just bring in proof of SA address for both of you.
Me: Ok, guess I'll just go get an inspection then.
Other customer chick at the inspection place: ~plays with her phone. beep. beep-beep. beep. beep-beep.~
Me and a bunch of blokes also waiting in this tiny little room: ~exchange glanes because honestly.~
Me: Excuse me? Could you possibly turn the sound off?
Her: I'm not playing anything ~shows me her phone so I can see that indeed her phone is making all these annoying noises without her 'playing' anything at all.
Me: Um, ok [crazy lady] [shut your phone up mkay thanks].

Different Lady at the MVR: Ok, have you got the forms for that?
Me: Here's the registration one, and the license one, and the inspection one, and the current registration, and the proof of address, and my current license.
Her: Right. You just need to fill out this form for me.
Me: Sure [are you fucking kidding me?].
Her: Was it registered in joint names?
Her: Why did you get an inspection?
Me: [Grrrrr].
So, the Scarlet Lady was inspected and is now registered and her owner licensed. And out two hundred and forty bucks. Good work MVR. Now I just have to figure out how to put on the new rego plate (and get the old one off first).

The essential scootering kit.

Lines of my life

Clockwise from the bottom:
the line for dinner at the Hall vs Village Soccer match*
the line at the MVR**
the line at Unibooks.
*we won.
and also, why were the Village People eating our dinner? They don't get dinner. We get dinner. This was our only dinner, so why were they eating it?
**see: the post I'm about to write about the MVR.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

The trailer for POTC3. Looks awesome, can't wait.


Posted this before but then it refused to work and since it's my faaaavourite scene from House ever, here it is again.

Monday, March 19, 2007

She shoots! She...misses a lot!

I played basketball with the Smelly Boy crowd today.

I really have mixed feelings about playing with boys, as I know they have about me playing with them.

Smelly Boys: Really it's ok if a girl is there to make up the numbers, otherwise you can go sit on the sidelines. No, not there, you're kind in the way of our awesomeness. And you better bring some of your own if you're gonna play with us. But you can't look like you're trying cos we are too kool for school with our mad skillz.

Me: Oh my god please don't pass me the ball too hard. I'm not here don't look at me. Yeah I can guard these three seven-foot guys all on my own. DUDE! I'M WIDE OPEN HERE! STILL OP-Oh my god, now I have to shoot it. FRICK! The chick with the miss. Ok, now you're kinda justified in not passing it to me. But for the love of god, PASS THE DAMN BALL. You missed. Get the rebound, pass it to me, I'm actually cutting here - THE CHICK WITH THE LAYUP - SHE SHOOTS! SHE SCORES!!! Blah blah blah cherry picking. Next goal wins. How cool would it be if I got it. Really cool considering I'm not even down that end of the court. Guys you missed! Now I have to play defence. The hell? Ha! He missed too. Ok, I'm coming. Dude you passed to me? Ok, guess I'll shoot since I'm WIDE OPEN. AGAIN. She scores! We win!!!

Smelly Boys: Man we rock. And PS don't think you can do this all the time. We need our manly game. You're bringing down the tone of the neighbourhood here.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Computer maintenance in one easy lesson

Step One: Bitch and moan about how your computer cd drive is not working and you want to watch Veronica Mars even though you already have, and Scrubs which you saved til you got back to uni and had essays to write, and Grey's Anatomy because why in the hell did you decide to wait til it actually came on tv to watch it when you have the damn episodes on dvd. (Carla is awesome.)

Step Two: Decide that you will get the computer fixed. It will be taken away to a scary repair place and fixed. Make sure you talk about this within the computer's hearing.

Step Three (the vitally important step): Lend alllllll of your Grey's and VM and Scrubs dvds to random friends at the Hall so you have nothing to watch supposing your computer magically decides to work.

STEP FOUR: THE COMPUTER MAGICALLY DECIDES TO WORK (and you have nothing to watch).

Cool hey.

Guess What?!

Where the internet interrupts with the details.

The boys leave in exactly ONE MONTH. I am so sad.

They what? Oh, fine.

Ok. Guess What?!

The boys get here in TWO WEEKS!!! I am sooooo excited. And you should be too.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Body Image

Ok, so, (note to self: need to stop beginning posts that way) a while ago I was going to write a post about how much I haven't exercised lately and how skywalker weighs ten whole kilos less than me, even though he's like a foot taller (sw: yes I said it, go ahead and gloat) and how when I got my cute little reward chart and my Bear Hunt book sent to me, I would start an exercise regime.

And then Tiffany published this post about her body and how she's feeling and blah blah blah.

So now I don't think I can do mine.

Because really? No-one in their right mind who wasn't in the throes of anorexia - and is anorexia a mental thing now? cos that doesn't really work. and unless they were anorexics with a conversation policy... ok it doesn't work. Point is: I'm not fat. I am reasonably tall and with a slim to average build.


I have put on weight. I have not exercised.

Yes, I did run around on the back court in bare feet. Good of you to notice.

But I am very very unfit and I want to make the SAAUCC basketball team and I really don't like the way I am filling out that one pair of jeans. So I decided to exercise. I did exercise. I played ball. I looked like a basketball player.

{Boys, press 4 now*}

*On our phones, 4 is the delete button, so when there's a message about a particular group, they say, "This message is for body-image-obsessed girls; everyone else can Press Four Now." So boys, you can scroll down, everyone else can click the cute little link below.

Oh my god the pain. I did full-court layups, right and left hands. Then I shot around for a bit before trying some moves from the foul line. THE PAIN. Then I made myself shoot five free throws (I got three, in case you're wondering) and let myself hold the basketball to my stomach and lamely limp up to room. The STAIRS oh my lord.

Then I lay down on my bed (on my towel on my bed) and sweated and shook and curled up and willed the pain to go away.

And this is why I will never be a top athlete. For a week out of every month, my training (such as it is or ever may be) will go to shit, and so will my fitness.

I am resolved to keep trying, because basically? I do not want to buy anything above a Size 10(ok, 12) in shorts and a size 8/10 in tops. I am vain, I am skinny, and that's how it is going to stay.

The laziest (and longest) post EVER

Ok, so everyone else is doing it, so why can't I?
And also, I figured out how to roll up the things on my sidebar.
AND I rolled up the incredibly long list of the things I want the boys to bring me which was very very complicated and difficult for someone like me who doesn't know things like that. (LMC, are you listening?)

So yes. I was on msn last night. I was talking to LMC and Carla and then Helena was on there too.
Unfortunately LMC exited the conversation before I had a chance to save it so you don't get to read it. (Ok, her leaving doesn't close mine. It just makes me go, "Well fine. Fuck you. X this, bitch" and close the window. So yeah.)

Here we go.

My personal message thing says ""Boys are stupid." "I'm with you so far..."" which is from House which some people would know if they got to watch it.

carlabalalablahblah says: boys are SO not stupid
carlabalalablahblah says: ok, some are
carlabalalablahblah says: like the Darwin ones

MissE says: and the adelaide ones

carlabalalablahblah says: but then jake gylenhaal comes along and you're all " i hope i was created from your rib so we can forever be connected

MissE says: i didnt realise jake gylenhaal was in darwin and that you two were so close
MissE says: and if i did, i would still think theyre stupid because HE SHOULD BE DOWN HERE DAMMIT

carlabalalablahblah says: HEY BACK OFF I SAW HIM FIRST HE'S MINE

MissE says: um no, you've lived a full life, i should get my chance at happiness
MissE says: BITCH

carlabalalablahblah says: hey Hey HEY respect your elders

MissE says: [a little icon thingie that flashes "Whatever" and "Minger".]
MissE says: ok can we move on now that we've decided he's mine

carlabalalablahblah says: do you know what a minger is

MissE says: yes its english and i was there

carlabalalablahblah says: what is it just so i'm clear since its english and you were there
carlabalalablahblah says: and he's mine

MissE says: yeah no idea
MissE says: its like... mingerish

carlabalalablahblah says: um ok

MissE says: and like hell


MissE says: i saw michael today

carlabalalablahblah says: hhh... what happened

MissE says: nothing
MissE says: it was very anti-climactic

carlabalalablahblah says: really
carlabalalablahblah says: what a let down

MissE says: how are you classes blah blah blah

carlabalalablahblah says: my comp doesn't nudge anymore send me a nudge

MissE says: you have no feelings

carlabalalablahblah says: i know I don't, but what about you'

MissE says: and i had none
MissE says: told you, boring

carlabalalablahblah says: really its over the up-in-the-air will they won't they thing is over already
carlabalalablahblah says: anti-climatic

MissE says: sorry i cant create some drama for you
MissE says: means you're against the weather

carlabalalablahblah says: what oh wait, is it anti-climactic really i left ONE letter out and you go all english lecture on me
carlabalalablahblah says: GOD@

MissE says: i always said anticlimatic but joan of arcadia told me i was wrong

carlabalalablahblah says: DUDE. please tell me you don't watch that crap
carlabalalablahblah says: you watch every re-run dontcha

MissE says: there are reruns?

carlabalalablahblah says: i don't know, i can only assume. STOP IT! you are not watching anymore joan of arcadia!


MissE says: awww
MissE says: helena has a boyfriend
MissE says: i should go see michael

carlabalalablahblah says: really go helena
carlabalalablahblah says: do you still like him

MissE says: no we're not really liking helena at the moment, try to keep up
MissE says: oops i didnt tell her about michael

carlabalalablahblah says: why are we not liking helena
carlabalalablahblah says: i don't remember us not liking helena

MissE says: hmm i cant really remember

carlabalalablahblah says: LOL

MissE says: oh yes, she ditched us in town one night
MissE says: and im a bitch

carlabalalablahblah says: ahh, yes, i like your logic. prime minister, why are we sanctioning new zealand i can't remember. and because i'm a bitch with a long memory


MissE says: and she's moving here!
MissE says: to my city!
MissE says: and also, are you TRYING to use up all my download that i just spent hard-centrelinked money on?
MissE says: UNO!

carlabalalablahblah says: AH

MissE says: what does challenge uno mean?

carlabalalablahblah says: no idea but i got one left t.

MissE says: biiiiitch

carlabalalablahblah says: I WON

carlabalalablahblah just sent you a nudge.

MissE says: dude i am aware of that

carlabalalablahblah says: aware of what that i won really

MissE says: yes really
MissE says: i want you next to me so i can make you DRAW FOUR
MissE says: UNO!!!!

carlabalalablahblah says: t bad you CAN'T

MissE says: [insert some icon thing here that I can't remember what it was but I don't think Carla liked it.]

carlabalalablahblah says: bitch

MissE says: hey guess what?!
MissE says: I WON!!!
MissE says: and also?
MissE says: i need to pee
MissE says: [insert the cutest icon EVER which basically says don't go away.]

carlabalalablahblah says: i might go somewhere
carlabalalablahblah says: i'll make that decision

MissE says: no you wont you're not the boss!

carlabalalablahblah says: nuh-uh

MissE says: uh-huh!

carlabalalablahblah says: nuh-uh

MissE says: yeah-huh!

carlabalalablahblah says: thanks buddy

MissE says: green is good
MissE says: heeee! [as we find out what the Challenge Uno thing does.]

carlabalalablahblah says: WHY
carlabalalablahblah says: ha

MissE says: did you call uno?
MissE says: HA!

carlabalalablahblah says: BIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTCCHHHHHHH

So yes, that is the end. By which point you're all rolling your eyes and going, "Dude, we read through all of that crap, and for what? Why didn't she just roll it all up since she's so proud of her new skill and then we wouldn't have to read about her INCREDIBLE VICTORY AT MSN UNO. That's right."

MissE says: file
MissE says: save
MissE says: aaaand..
MissE says: exit!

FRIIIICCKKK!!! I don't want "Read The Rest" on every fucking page. No!!! Frick frick FRICK!

Thursday, March 15, 2007

This is your brain on drugs

After formal dinner (you know, the one that was so formal we wore bikinis? Yeah, that one. Anyway...) I had many many people convinced that I was drunk off my face. (Dad: I wasn't.)

Anyway, this is me today:

And this is why:

Yes it rained! RAAAAAINED!!!

It was very exciting. And it involved a lot of jumping and spinning and dancing and singing of Hilary Duff's "Let The Rain Fall Down." I'm pretty sure that's not what it's actually called but that's the only bit I know and sing at the top of my voice in a thunderstorm so that is what we're going to call it. Okay? Great.

And this is my hair post-It's Raining! Dance:

Note to self: should always have hair photographed from the angle that makes it look three feet long. Although what's with those bit of random colour? Did I do that?

In conclusion, if they could package water and have it spray down on you like rain (a what? oh a 'shower' you say. it'll never catch on) I would save A LOT on alcohol and maybe they could get all the drug addicts hooked on it too. Seriously.

Overheard at uni today

Ok, so I had a list of things to write about written on my hand when I got back to my room today. Then I washed my hand and the list looked like this:
  • grades
  • vailoan
  • pen
  • ja_n__eng
  • parents
Right. Well. We'll see how much I actually have to talk about.


Suit Guy from the Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade: And we really look very strongly at your grades. If you don't have the high marks we're looking for...

Me: So maybe you should run these career-type seminars at a time that is not when uni students are meant to be in class or perhaps writing essays worth forty per cent of their final grades.

The British Diaspora lecturer who has a big problem with the computer projector technology but is learning something new every week: When the English were colonising America, they sent a small contingent over. An Englishman named John Smith named it New England.

Seriously, I would have thought this would have been one of those cases where a parent with a bizarrely spelt or pronounced name christens their child Mary or something. But, y'know, in reverse. Cos honestly? John Smith? Who names their kid that? And New England? Why not call it Smithtown or something. Ok, that's not that much more interesting but we can work on it. At least you get a little personal credit. It's not a name that's not just like the old one. Even better, you should make up something new, like ... Australia. Cos y'know there's no-one here, so terra australis ... Australia. It's different, it's catchy. Wasn't it supposed to be the New World or something. New name, fellas, that's all I'm saying.

The British Diaspora lecturer who has a big problem with the computer projector technology but is learning something new every week: And sometimes they went due to pressure from parents or inlaws or other negative forces.

Hee! Parents are negative forces! Heee!

And I need a new pen.

*And, obviously, I have no idea what that vailoan thing was supposed to be. I'm sure it was hilariously funny.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Things You Learn At Uni

Lesson #4645:
Do not play basketball on the back court in bare feet.

I have spoken


Well, would you look at that.
It works!
As you can tell (or maybe not) we just had SAAUCC swimming. A much bigger crowd turned out than came to watch the tennis, and (the Flinders part of it) was rewarded.
The Flinders Uni Hall Sharks came second! Woohoo!!!

And of course, me and my pretty camera took lots of pics, and this site can make pretty little photo boxy collage things, so there you have it - instant post.

Monday, March 12, 2007

I have a new template

It looks a lot like the old one.

But it's fat.

I was sick of only being able to post one picture on a row which made my picture posts very very long indeed.

So. New template.

Also, this site is very cool if you want to look at colours and whatnot.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

The #1 Reason Why We Live At The Hall

I was very good the other day: I woke up in time for breakfast and made myself a healthy salad roll for lunch. (As opposed to the other other day when I slept in. A lot.)

Then I went back to room, at around 9:50, and read a book. My class was at eleven, and eleven take nine is two, so I had two hours to read. Right? And no, it wasn't even a uni book, it was a trashy novel.

Which I finished.

Then, I looked at my clock to see whether I had time to go on the net and read everyone's blogs. Unfortunately not.



Clean teeth, get dressed, pack books for class. Go!

From my room up up up to the very very very top of the uni (Social Sciences South) with two minutes to spare.

Sometimes I love the Hall.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Blog Pimping

Hey I'm helping blogger to take over the world!

Ok, I'm not saying it was all me, but LMC now has a blog. So if you want to read about drunken nights in Lebanon, off you go!

P.S. Members of my immediate family, maybe don't go there. Cheers.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Random Pics

Random pics from Darwin:
Lake Bennett
The wharf

Fish'n'chips at the beach

Territory Wildlife Park

An Open Letter to Channel 7

Dear Channel 7,

You know I love you. Ok, there's that little thing where I abandon you on Wednesdays for a little while, but apart from that, it's all you baby.

I remember how excited we were when we got you up in Darwin for the first time. Good times in the hick town. We were obsessed with you, you were just so amazing and generous to come visit us in our little ole town.

And now! You've picked up Ugly Betty which was, by all accounts, going to be one of the best new shows on TV this year. As well as Heroes. And it looks like the predictions of both were pretty correct.

And so, it is these two shows I'd like to discuss with you.

As we all know, I am a little busy on Wednesday at 8:30. I'd appreciate it if you moved Heroes to 9:30 so I could go back to having Wednesdays as my TV night and to hell with the reading for my Thursday morning tut.

And the main event: Grey's on Sunday just does not work for me.

Despite the fact that, yes (Carla is awesome) I have all these episdoes on DVD, my computer is (still) not working so well with the CDs. Therefore, I am staying faithful to you. So you need to work with me here.

Sunday is Movie Night. The House Committee seems to be fairly immovable on this point, so it's going to have to be you, my one true love, who makes the sacrifices in this relationship.

We knew Grey's on Monday. We loooved Grey's on Monday.

Grey's on Sunday? Utter crap.

I look forward to you rearranging your programming schedule for my convenience.


Monday, March 05, 2007

Asshat Adelaide Drivers

I was brought up to believe in the general suckiness of Adelaide drivers. "Pfft, Adelaide drivers," was commonly heard in scathing tones.

Since I've been here, (and been forced to dride with these lower-class road-users) I haven't really found them to be that bad.

I like the slow speed of their traffic-jams, and as long as I don't fall in a manhole-cover or in between train tracks, it's all good.


You guys seem to see me even if I'm in the middle of lots and lots of traffic. I've even noticed that a lot of you give me lots of room if you're directly behind me. I appreciate this. I get appreciative looks, but that's cos I'm hot and the Scarlet Lady is just so. damn. cute!


The jackass who decided to pull out in front of me, from a complete stop, and chuck a Uey, taking up all of my lane, as I was heading towards him going fifty-five ks an hour, give or take a few, (or maybe it was half a three-point-turn, or almost a park, I really couldn't tell, what with the, "He's not going is he? Oh my god he's going! Why the fuck is he going?! I'M RIGHT HERE! OH GOD OHGODOHGODBRAKEBRAKEBRAKE!!!" and all) has made me rethink my rethought stance on Adelaide drivers.

My new stance is this: I'm here dammit! You better recognize.

SAUCC Tennis

It's not such a grand old flag, as Flinders appears to suck at sports, at least compared to the other colleges who have five grass courts, their own spanking new gym/workout room, and students whose parents will donate a court for the fun of it.
Flinders vs Lincoln. Or St Anns. Or Aquinas. I don't know who's which. St Marks is green right? No? That's St Anns. Ok then.

Pretty old buildings.

Pretty hot tennis players.

But if that gets boring, let's go tree-climbing!

What? Don't look at me like that.

Anyway, it was a fun day, the first SAUCC sport of the year, and my first appearance at one, ever. Yay me. And yay all the people who played, you were great. And yay some of the hot guys from other colleges. Can't wait for SAUCC Pub Crawl!

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