Monday, April 30, 2007

Room Inspections Rant

Hi Missy
I'll be back on Friday to see a clean room and carpet.
:) Bec

Seriously. What. the. FUCK. I am so pissed right now. I feel incredibly violated somehow. Aside from that, let's address the issue. I did three loads of laundry last night. This morning my clothes were still all clean and warm in my basket. I started sorting them into piles so I could put them away, but didn't finish before I had to go UNI HALL EVENT basketball practice. Added to the fact that we don't know when room inspections are going to be (anytime this and next week) and that they're specifically NOT telling people when theirs will be, there is no chance in hell that my carpet is going to be clean when she comes back. I LIVE HERE. THIS IS MY LIVING SPACE. THIS IS NOT A COMMON AREA. MY CLOTHES CAN BE WHEREVER THE HELL THEY WANT TO BE. Room inspections are supposed to be about whether we've drunkenly punched holes in the walls or something. Not fricking clothes on the floor.

Gratuitous Photo Post

Cool Slideshows

Friday, April 27, 2007

Other people think I'm smart

It seems that having people to distract you for the most of the lead-up to an essay's due date, forcing you to dismiss them so you can sit down in front of the computer and fill it up with words in six hours or less is actually conducive to writing an impressive essay.

Awesome Lisa: Missy, your essay was awesome. You did a great job.
Me: The huh? Oh, I mean, thanks!


I'm going to be writing the recap of the girls basketball games for the yearbook. A whole page? On three games? Good thing we already know I can be very long-winded when it comes to basketball escapades.*

It's just ... kinda odd. Sometimes I get all, these people don't like me, and I take that and run with it, and some of the time I am totally going to town with the imagining. I'm there right about now and I don't know if I am imagining it or if I'm being very perceptive. Either way, it's not really a good place to be coming from when I have to fill up a page with 'amusing anecdotes' and 'funny quotes' about those exact people.

Overthinking it? Yeah, probably.


Just realised I didn't say what I actually got. I mean, it would have been hilarious (but not) if Lisa was all, great job, and I was like, I know right?! and then my essay was all like, C dude, you got a C.

I got an 80. Or a Distinction. Which one sounds better?

*Ess-ca-pay. I wonder what that means? That's funny, it's spelt just like the word 'escape'!

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Basketball Blues aka Now I Can Graduate

I spent last night in the Emergency Department. Cool hey?

In a pretty display of synchronisation, the best players on the boys* and girls basketball teams each have injured shoulders. Awesome huh?** And no, the best girl player wasn't me. Although it might be now. But I did get to take Sarah down to Emergency with Donna, where we got to:

a) watch the end of McLeod's Daughters (Stevie and Alex played in the mud, and then he gave her the ring. Awww).

b) sit around A LOT. They move you from one chair to the next - which was fine, cos McLeod's was finished and they didn't change it to either House or Heroes so whatever! moving on! - to make you think you're actually getting somewhere. (Hint: you're so not.)

c) watch a group of about seven nurses all look at us, while we look at them, during the shift-change handover, and know that they are talking about us. (Hey! Guys! Pantomiming one shoulder being three inches lower than the other isn't as subtle as you might think.)

d) name the doctors. Disappointly, there was no-one named Derek or Shepherd or Mark or Vet, however, there was McFlurry and McGrandpa and McRosy (pretty sure he was wearing blush but he was still the best of the bunch). We ended up with the old one, of course. Lucky us.

e) fidget and bitch and speculate on the what the doc's were doing instead of y'know, treating patients. Here's what we saw them do:

- a suck-up nurse-type goes up to McHottie-with-the-blush and is all "I can do things. If you need anything done, I'm here." Yes, for real. watch McHotBlushDr dismiss him with barely a glance, in that arrogant doctor way that they have. Hee!

- everyone ignores that flatlining beeeeep sound. dude, someone just died. we decide they all probably make that their ringtone as it's something they're used to responding to. except, they don't.

- realise at least one of them has a different ringtone as we listen to them either playing with their ringtones or not answering their goddamn phone.

- we realise they're msning people.

- we realise they're going on the FlindersER.myspace page, adding lots of "friends". too bad they're losing patients by the hallway-load.

- we watch them swigging vodka from their water bottles. a lot. we get jealous. we'll have some!

- we watch them send Sarah off for an x-ray even though no-one thinks anything's broken. we figure this way McGrandpa can be all "I already have a patient. Don't bother me!" when someone tries to hand him a chart.

- realise that all three of us should have said the pain was a "NINE, NO TEN! ARRGGHH IT'S AN ELEVEN!!!!!!!" in order to get vodka, morphine sucky things, or quicker service.

f) worry. And he'll see you again in when? Twelve months? Don't you think that's a bit late for a follow-up? The arm will have probably fallen off by then. Can we have a second opinion? No, just kidding, we just want one of those morphine sucky things and a sling so we can GET OUT OF HERE. (Turns out he said two weeks. Whoda thought?)

f) worry. There was a kid in a cubicle, around which they'd drawn the curtain. (I love it when they do that. A curtain is such a solid barrier.) A bunch of security guys had gathered, one of which said, "This might not end well. He's a big lad." All the other ER patients were on the other hallway, and all, and I mean ALL the ER docs and nurses were inside the trige desk/nurses station, behind nice solid glass, peering out at the boy through the gap in the curtains (and the nice solid glass).

However, it was all good. We were in and out before midnight, I missed House but that's ok cos CARLA IS AWESOME AND COMING TO VISIT ME, and Sarah's shoulder is still buggered which is a pain in the arse for her and me cos I care about the SAAUCC Team, so it's clearly not all good, but the point is (or was going to be before a huge long rambling post (and sentence)) is that I've walked home from Marion, swum in the pool, done a Gully Run (well, not naked and not at a run, but you're gonna have take what you can get) and now, been to Emergency. So I'm thinking I can graduate now. Ok lecturers?

*Oh yeah, BbB has hurt his shoulder too. And is a man-whore I've been reliably informed. So I don't feel that sorry for him.

**Still, as I have been reminded, it's just for fun. Guys! Winning will be fun! I promise!

Sunday, April 22, 2007

English Class

Dear ENGL 2111 Students,
A word about the presence (or otherwise) of lecture notes on FLO: Lecture notes have been posted as a matter of course in recent years because the quality of the cassettes was so poor. In short, now that the digital downloads are available, it is expected that students will take their lecture notes from these alone. Listening to lectures (or better still, attending them), processing information and taking down notes, is deemed an essential learning skill in the tertiary learning environment. So, why am I having this rant? To stress that you are the first group of university students ever to go through with unlimited access to lecture content in this form, and to offer my view that access to lecture notes as well as digital recordings is tantamount to spoon-feeding. Why do we give lectures at all if students can download us and watch slides at the same time; This is how the topic would be offered if you were doing it externally, which you are not. No doubt this will annoy many, but so be it. And worry not: I will post lecture notes when I believe the content warrants it such as when there is a strong pictorial element.

This is an abbreviated form of the announcement posted for us by our lecturer. I do not attend the lectures for this class. I have a tut at the same time and as tut's require attendence and are not taped, I choose that over a lecture that I can access later.

I understand where she's coming from in that a lot of people don't go to lectures, and not because they have a clash, and that printing out powerpoints is easier than taking your own notes. However, if I attended a lecture, I would have the powerpoints to look at, as well as whatever random film they decide to show, while I listen to the lecturer and take notes. Obviously, they're going to put up every film clip or whatever that they show but I really wish they'd put the powerpoints back up so that when they say, "And you can see this image clearly demonstrates, well, you can see," I could actually see.


English Lecturer: [The filmmaker puts all this stuff in that we can now call a motif] which I would argue is totally premeditated.

It must be so nice for filmmakers that english lecturers come along and put all this meaning into their editors' choices when really it was just cos it was a pretty shot, or they were running out of time on location, or they needed to fill in space between this scene and the next.


When we cooked dinner for our guests, Awesome Flat 1 didn't have enough forks. Like a good little hostess, I brought down two of mine. When we were packing up the flat, and doing the washing up, I reminded everyone to not put my forks in with the flat's forks.

My forks got left there. Of course.

Yesterday (or maybe the day before. i'm not sure) as I went to the back gate to move my scooter, I noticed the door to the flat was open. There were electrical-type cords running out the door and around the side of the building, so I guess that was why.

Like the total criminal mastermind I am, I waltzed right in to the flat, flicked the light on, grabbed my forks, and strolled out.*

*I had already bought new forks by this point.
The old ones are still in the Scarlet Lady cos I didn't want to be the crazy girl wandering around with forks in her hand.


When the boys were here, we were going to have sausage rolls for dinner. Except we couldn't cos someone had stolen them. From my fridge. (Well, from my area's fridge.)

Apparently I am not the only one as we've had a bunch of phone messages about locking our fridges and labelling our food with our room number etc etc. It seems the messages are not getting through.

But then: Eri left some cordial and I left some beer in our respective fridges. We did not want these things and thought some thirsty person could steal them for us. Turns out unlabelled stuff stays in the fridge FOREVER.* Must remember this next time I have food I don't actually want stolen.

*Of course, I'm down to one bottle of beer now that everyone's coming back from holidays. It was just a temporary non-theft period.**

**Except not really because someone's been using my butter. Not that I really care cos I never actually buy it, I was only using it this past week cos I had it, but still, STEALING IS WRONG. DON'T DO IT.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Part of Me

I wear certain pieces of jewellery every day. I almost always take my jewellery off before going to bed or having a shower, but when I'm done sleeping or showering, it goes straight back on.

Things I always wear:
1. My watch. I added the spare link to it as an easy way of not losing it when I came back here and never took it out, so I now wear my watch on the inside of my wrist instead of the 'normal' way, but apart from that, I've worn a watch all the time since I was in year 8.

2. My ring. In high school I always wore my signet ring, and then that and the ring I got for my 18th. I stopped wearing rings when I started working, but I'm now back to wearing a plain silver ring on the middle finger of my right hand.

3. A bracelet. In high school, I had a silver ID bracelet that I always wore. When I went to NYC I bought a Tiffanys bracelet and I wore that for a while. While I was working I had to have something on my wrist (but I didn't want anything fragile) so I always wore my navy or lilac adidas wristbands or my Red Nose Day one. Now I usually wear a hot pink or navy beaded bracelet, but I've gotta have something on my wrist.

And 4. As you may have noticed in numerous photos, I always wore the same necklace/choker thing. Three round colourful beads I guess on a black band. It goes with pretty much everything and I love it. But last night disaster struck...

Somewhere on the floor in Shenannigans, along with lots of dirt and broken glass, is the third bead thing from my necklace. If anyone finds it and returns it to me, I will totally give them all the change from last night that's sitting in the bottom of my bag because my wallet doesn't have a coin zip, meaning I think I'm poorer than I am cos there's no money in my wallet.

If anyone can send me the link of where I can go to replace it, I will buy you a totally nice birthday present with all the aforementioned change.

I am now a true Hallie

I have walked home from Marion and swum in the pool on the way. Yay me!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Knock Knock. Who's There?

It's Carla!

So, the original plan was a one-hour stopover between flights.

Then there was the 7am til 10pm stopover plan. I personally thought very highly of that one.


carlabalala says: i have some bad news

MissE says: nooooooooooooooooo

carlabalala says: i can only stay in adelaide for 3 DAYS AND 3 NIGHTS
carlabalala says: i'm sorry

MissE says: [some bad words, then some YAY!!!!!!!!!!-type words]

So, seriously, anyone else that would like to come visit Australia, Adelaide, Flinders, or me, just let me know. I am awesome travel host.

Because clearly I have nothing better to do...

What's that? The sound of my museum evaluation calling me, begging to be written? Don't be ridiculous.

My attempt at a back/side braid. And the original, in case you're interested.

Ok, ok, I'm going. Jeez.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Why Flinders Is Awesome

I am an idiot. I forgot to add the movie version to my list of references for my 4:50 From Paddington essay. At least I remembered to add the book, okay? Shut up!

Anyway, Awesome Lisa is letting me send her the list again. Before she marks it. Even though I told her I was going shopping when I should have been, I don't know, writing and proofreading my essay.

Too bad the essay still sucks.

Things to do to Carla

Visit the Hall.

Visit Flinders (make her walk all the way up to SSS so she truly appreciates the hills I have to walk up all the damn time).

Harbourtown, if she's in the mood to spend money.

Ice-skating, if she's in the mood to be cold.

The Beach House? Paddleboating? Shopping in the city?


Anything I missed out?

And if anyone else wants to come visit, I am more than willing to draw up an Adelaide-visiting plan for you too.

Poor SL, nobody loves you

I'm going to the movies tomorrow with ALyn. She told me a big long story about how she has to go to the doctors, which is really almost at Flinders, so it's totally on her way (um, Flinders is on the way to Glenelg, where the cinema is, anyway) and she can totally pick me up. NO NEED FOR ME TO RIDE MY SCOOTER.

But see, the thing is, I like riding my scooter. A car is primarily a way to get from Point A to Point B. I go for rides on my scooter for no reason at all. I invent things that I have to pick up from Marion just so I can go for a ride. It's fun. (And cold, sometimes, which is neither here nor there right now, but I expect it will be closer to here when winter actually comes.)

Point is, yes being on the roads is dangerous. It's dangerous in a car, truck, bus, motorbike, and scooter. I've dropped my scooter once, and most likely will do it again. If y'all are concerned about the safety of scooter-driders, pay attention when you're driving your big fat cars.

I'm a decent drider; if you are a good car driver, then everything will be fine.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Photo Journal: The Boys, Week Two

On Thursday, we went to the Beach House. Note that my dress is absolutely soaked, while skywalker is pretty much bone dry.

We went for a ride on a tram, cos that's what you have to do at Glenelg. (It was one of the ugly new, smooth, airconned ones, not this old, rustic, rattley, awesome one.) We had icecream, cos that's what you have to do every single day if you're with SW. AND THEN WE SAW HOUSE'S MOTORCYCLE! And then we saw House. He looks different in person doesn't he. Then we had dinner at Hog's Breath. Mmmm curly fries.

Friday we went iceskating. And DID NOT fall over. At all. Ever. For real. Awesome hey. And damn we're cute.

Saturday we made an awesome dinner in the awesome flat. (Yes I did actually give the keys back. I'm so insulted you'd think otherwise.)

And then we had to go to the airport. Where we sat around.

And were very silly and happy.

But now we are very very sad. Cos the boys have gone home. And I have to write essays now.

But we cheered up. Holidays! I love holidays! Shoes all around!

And GUESS WHAT?! (Even though you guys are never very good at this game, I'm asking anyway.)

Yep, that's right, Carla's coming to visit me! Whooo!

Guest Post #3: Whoever thought the Ranch would have this many guests?

I have this friend called Carla. She is a very important person who lives In The Real World, and also holds down An Actual Job with Real Money, and is therefore much too busy to regularly update a blog of her own (even though she has one. but she doesn't update, link for you). This means she has to go out and Have Real Adventures In The Real World, then type them up for me to whore out for comments. So... go comment! Because she is funny. And she is the bestest friendest foreverest. And because I say so!

carlabalala says:
i commenwhored myself for you!
carlabalala says:
i'm the bestest friendest foreverest
MissE says:
you so are
MissE says:
wait, i need to add that to your intro

In this installment, she is going on a very small plane to a very remote town with a very hot pilot. Enjoy.

Part One: Meet James
6.06am Mum came into my room. Said "aren't you gonna get ready?" I replied "I still have 9 minutes left til my alarm goes off! Go away!"
6.15am Alarm goes off. Groan. Press snooze.
6.16am Mum comes in, turns on light. "Its twenty past six, hurry up and get up!" kicks me out of bed.
6.17am Have shower. Brush teeth
6.25am Get dressed.
6.36am. Have breakfast. Mum yells to hurry up.
6.40am Get in car. Forget water bottle. Get out of car with sister all pissed off cos we haven't left yet.
6.43am. On the road
6.47am Drop sister at the bus interchange.
6.48am Get to work car park so I can hitch a lift with a bloke from work (he's 60 so no "ooh! who's the bloke?!")
6.55am Bloke still not there.
6.56am Call boss to get number of bloke. Boss doesn't know. Said will find out
6.59am Boss calls back and gives blokes number
7.00am Call bloke. It seems he was parked on the footpath in front of work, not in the car park next to work.
7.01am. Kiss mum goodbye. She demands a hug. Give mum hug.
7.02am On the road
7.20am Get to air charter office. Sit in lounge.
7.21am Marvel at all the H-O-T pilots walking around. Devise plan in head to get their attention. Perhaps faint? Pretend to get phone call that dog has died and start crying? Walk into their change rooms by "accident" and say "whoops, meant to go to the ladies! Sorry!"?
7.25am While furiously thinking of a legit plan, Boss gets there. So does everyone else
7.35am Pilot (hawt! Hi James!) comes in and tells us that they're refuelling the plane, and it'll take 10 mins.
8.05am Pilot (James) comes back and says we're ready to board.
8.06am Get to the airstrip. Pilot (James) says we have to stop off at Katherine to refuel, adding an extra 40mins to the trip. Boss not at all happy. We weren't told this when we booked, and we were already late - we were supposed to take off at 7.30am, to arrive at 9am in remote community.
8.07am. Get on plane (how small! how cramped! Where's the in-flight entertainment?! oh right, iPod. House! Yay!)
8.30am Plane has not moved. Still in front of air charter office
8.31am. Looks like we won't be going to nearby remote community. No chance of booking another charter on such short notice.
8.35am Plane starts moving. Get to airstrip. 6 planes in front of us waiting to take off.
8.55am Takeoff! Much smoother than a big plane, surprisingly. Good sky - not clear, but small fluffy clouds evenly spaced.
9.00am. See big pool, and four courts. Try to figure out what it is. It’s the local pool! Follow the road, count the houses, and... THERE'S MY HOUSE! HI MUM!!!
9.05am. Lots of green trees and grass
9.10am Still lots of trees. Weeds too
9.15am More green trees/grass/weeds with occasional river/stream/road.
9.16am Sick of looking outside window. Time to watch house!
9.45am Wake up with earphone stuck to side of face. Charming. Hope I didn't drool... nope, face all clear. Hope I didn't sleep with my mouth all open - ewww! omg, hope cute Pilot (James) didn't see me like that! Wait - why is House in Atlantic City with some random guy who apparently will fall into a coma again (again?!) in a few hours?! And he's gonna help him WHAT?!
9.50am. I just saw Katherine River! And Katherine Gorge! Cool! OOOH! Waterfall!!! Wonder if could convince boss to get Pilot (James) to give us a scenic tour of Katherine Gorge. Decide not to risk job by asking.
10.00am Stop off at Katherine Airport (HA! THAT'S an airport?! Darwin's barely an airport, how can THAT be one?!) Get into airport (aka, a room) and wait for pilot (James) to refuel. No-one in airport, only us. Rubbish man comes to empty bins. Another plane stops and drops people off. Read signs. Apparently you can't sketch, draw, paint or photograph airbase, or you risk a fine or jail. Question whether you can sculpt the place - no fine there!
10.15am Pilot (hawt!!! James) comes in and says we're ready to go. See another sign that mentions No Aprons. Those crazy Katherine people!
10.20am Take off again. Watch scenery
10.25am Far to much green trees/grass/rivers, etc. Watch House
10.40am Look up. Start freaking out because can only see light grey surrounding all sides. Begin to think have died and am now travelling to heaven via a cramped small plane. Why couldn't I go to heaven first class Qantas?!
10.42am Realise its clouds. Clouds can't hurt us! Start to laugh. Begin panicking again when realise Pilot (James) can't see where he's going.
10.43am Force myself to take deep breaths and not let my boss see me panicking. Must appear cool under pressure so she'll give me a raise for being so brave - if we survive.
10.44am Realise plane is controlled electronically, and the Pilot (James) doesn't have to see where he's going.
10.45am Smack self in the head
10.45-&-a-half am
Boss turns around and asks what's wrong. Quickly say saw mozzie and tried to kill it. Hope she doesn't see red hand mark on forehead
10.46am Boss goes, oh, ok and turns back around. Breathe huge sigh of relief.
10.47am Decide to pack up and sit quietly til we reach remote community - which will be in a couple of mins.
10.57am Plane begin to descend. Wonder where the hell we're gonna land since its all dirt and scraggly trees, with pockets of swamp water scattered about.
10.58am Start to worry. Still don’t see an airstrip. Start to plan how will escape burning plane. Do I remember my first aid? Yes. WAIT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO WITH BURNS WHEN THERE'S NO FRESH CLEAN WATER?!
10.59am Land on airstrip. Obviously they built it while we were in the air, otherwise I would've seen it... right?
11.00am Agree with self that am a complete nitwit. Pilot opens door.
11.02am Am last to get off plane. Nearly fall out of plane because am dizzy. Pilot (James) asks if I'm alright. I say "yeah, sure, I'm fine" whilst gripping on to wing for support, and feverently praying I don't make a fool of myself in front of hawt Pilot (James). Incidentally, I nearly fell off the escalators at London Heathrow airport when we went to Portugal because the plane makes me disoriented. If mum wasn't behind me I would've fallen down (or up? we were going up, and if I fell down, the stairs would only take me up!), so I have a history of this. Not swooning because Pilot (James) is so hawt!!!

Part Two: Meet the Locals
11.03am Get into 4WD with very important person of the Community.
11.05am After nearly breaking jaw from the bumpy ride (bloody NT government won't seal the roads), reach primary school
11.07am Meet random people. School is in assembly.
11.20am School assembly ends. Kids go to classroom.
11.30am Kids come out of classroom. Start to line up for sausage sizzle. Feel hungry myself and wonder when we're gonna eat.
11.35am Random kids come up to me and ask what my name is. Who giggle when I tell them. They've all got nice normal names like Sabrina, George, Ben, Clare, etc. I begin to wonder how they all got a hold of shirts with 50 Cent on it, Billabong, Quicksilver. Can't remember the last time I saw so many brand-name shirts. My high school didn't even have that many - most of us were poor!
11.50am Finally get to have a sausage Sizzle. Get a burnt sausage.
12 noon Stand around listening to the adults talk. All very boring. Turn around and watch the hyperactive kids play on the equipment. Watch two kids try to nick off with the soft drink. Laugh when the teacher reaches for the bottle and finds it missing. Spot the kids in another area giggling like mad and trying to finish the quarter of fizzy drink left before the teacher finds them.
12.10pm Boss asks some kids if she can take their picture. They get all excited and start posing. She takes a couple and they ask to see it. She shows them and they all scream with laughter, making fun of each other.
12.15pm Walk across dirt track (sorry, "road") to see sports shed.
12.16pm Is not a shed, but a steel container with sports clothing and equipment in there. Council pay a bloke (18yr old) for the upkeep of the container. Honestly, its a good idea, full time job and provide training on loaning out equipment, keeping shed tidy and in order, and running after school programs.
12.20pm Get into 4WD to go to town hall. More jaw-breaking rattling.
12.22pm Get to community hall. See Mens centre -they're in the process of putting furniture in there. Putting air conditioning, TV, fridge, couches, table and chairs. Won't be open 24-7 but they'll open it for a couple of hours each day for the men to use. Women already have a centre, much the same
12.30pm Go into community centre office. AIR-CONDITIONING! HOORAY!!! Sit at table. Very important person of the Community announces on loudspeaker for the whole community to hear, anyone with concerns to come to the special town meeting.
12.45pm Dying of thirst, I reach for my water bottle for a long drink. Water in bottle only one degree cooler than outside. Decide to die of thirst, rather than drink boiling water. People come in.
12.48pm Recruit one local to become a member of the party. Get a couple of lads to register on the electorate roll.
12.50pm Everyone discusses problems in community. Try not to yawn as this is rude. Am yawning thru lack of oxygen because the small air-con is no longer coping with all 10 people in room, not because it’s boring.
13.50pm The community meeting wraps up. Promises are made to come back in a months time.
13.52pm Get into minivan for yet another jaw breaking ride to the health clinic.
13.53pm Get to the health clinic. Very important man of the Community goes to pick up Pilot (James) from the school while we meet and greet. Meet some lovely nurses, who are supremely pissed off about the airstrip, and Telstra's insistence on building a tower in a place which makes every pilot refuse to land on the airstrip after dark. Agree wholeheartedly with them, whilst feeling guilty that my hatred for Telstra, besides them being a greedy money-grubbing corporation, is due to them taking an extra 5 days to send me my modem for broadband... whereas the community can't get after-hours medical help flown in because of the tower!
14.25pm Leave the health clinic. Get back into minivan, with pilot (Hi James!) for another jaw breaking ride and head for the shop for some cold cold drinks.
14.26pm Get to the shop. Check with tongue to make sure still have all teeth. Swear feel a loose molar. Hope it doesn't fall out on the last trip to the airstrip.
14.30pm Leave shop. Guzzle 600ml water in one go. Hope don't throw it up when plane takes off. Last jaw breaking ride to the airstrip. Did I mention that my chest hurts because my boobs jiggled so much I felt like I was at the Carnavale in Brazil? Van almost gets lost in a pothole bigger than the Grand Canyon.

Part Three: Return of James
14.35pm Get to airstrip. Say goodbye to very important man of the community. Pilot (James - HAWT!!!) tells us to wait 5 mins while he gets the plane prepped for the journey back. We wait at the Qantas Gold Class lounge - a tin roof with two benches under it.
14.50pm We get into plane. Pilot (James) offers us water and snacks. I decline - don't want to throw up on (hawt) Pilot (James)!
15.03pm Take off! Surprisingly don't throw up. Feel woozy though. Watch scraggly trees/swamp water/dirt get smaller and smaller.
15.04pm Get sick of looking at scraggly trees/swamp water/dirt get smaller and smaller. Watch House
15.35pm Wake up. Why do I keep falling asleep unintentionally?!
15.36pm Try watching House again.
16.15pm Stop watching House. Look out of window, see more familiar green trees/rivers/etc. Play music and watch the scenery
16.20pm See Elizabeth River. Nearly home!
16.25pm See Darwin City, and Darwin Harbour. Cringe at what Toga is doing to the Wharf area. Pilot (James) is giving me a scenic tour! (I wish)
16.32pm Plane lands - could've been better Pilot (James)! Forgive him cos he's so hawt!
16.41pm. Pilot (James) opens door. I'm last off again. Nearly fall off plane (AGAIN!). Pilot (James) puts out his (strong!) arms to steady me. Have I mentioned I want to marry this hawt bloke?! And have his hawt children?!?!?! He asks if I'm okay. I'm all yeah, I'm all good! Walk off trying not to fall over.
16.45pm. Everyone says thanks to Pilot (James). He smiles (omg, HAWT!!!) and says no problems.
16.46pm Go home... and away from Pilot (James). :'o(

Hope you enjoyed the continuing adventures of Carla and Hot James The Pilot. (Well, we hope they will be continuing. Cos James is HOT!) Feel free to comment more on this one guest post than on the rest of my posts combined. I won't cry. Much.

Leaving On A Jet Plane

Things I should have taken with me from the flat before the boys left:

double bed
own bathroom
own kitchen
dining table
dvd player
balcony chair
the view

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Guest Post No. 2!: Just Joking

Me: I'm bored someone tell me a joke...... please......
Someone: i don't know any jokes

Why does no-one know any jokes?!?!?! Does no one on earth know any jokes, what is the world coming to?!?!?

If there is any one out there that knows any jokes please comment so that when i next ask that question i will get a proper answer!!!

TY Skywalker

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Guest Post:- What greater honour ...?

To my enormous surprise I have been given the opportunity to appear as a guest on this internationally acclaimed publication.
It must be admitted this is due more to who I know than what I know, in that I have known the editor for virtually all her life. Skywalker and I are presently holidaying in the beautiful city of Adelaide, from where this blog emanates, and this has provided the opportunity author this post.
I suppose I should say something worthwhile - intelligent perhaps, even philosophically enlightening.
But despite having slept for two nights within the bounds of a Centre for Higher Learning - aka a uni, I don't seem to have acquired any additional knowledge, intelligence or wisdom.

All I have really learned is that the students are all very young, the girls beautiful, the food excellent, the hills steep, and the lecturers barely older than the students.

All the best to everyone at Flinders, thanks for putting up with me.


Easter at Aldinga Beach Pt 2

The Great Easter Egg Hunt of 2007
aka Amy is so cute and has all the adults wrapped around her little finger.

Yay! People will push me on the swing forever if I just keep looking cute!

Easter at Aldinga Beach Pt 1

Aldinga via Christie's Beach

Hi! I'm back! You didn't notice what? Well, I WAS gone. And now I'm back!

So. We went to Aldinga for the weekend. V drode the Scarlet Lady and SW and I took the hire car. No, I didn't crash it. Are you proud? Now, we had very very strict instructions from V to NOT go to Victor Harbour. I don't know what he has against Victor Harbour, but apparantly we were under no circumstances allowed to go on any road that might lead there.

Quick, turn the other way!

Oops. So, this is where we are:

And this is where we need to be: Waaaay over there.

Me: Ok, where do we need to go?
SW: Ummm.
Me: Dude!
SW: Ok, ok, I'm looking, just wait a second.
Me: There's a thing up ahead.
SW: Ok, there's gonna be a thing up ahead.
Me: [Grrr.]
SW: You need to go either left or straight ahead.
Me: Which way do I go?
SW: You have to pick one, either left or straight ahead.
Me: I'm not picking one! Which one do we need?
SW: It doesn't matter, either one, just go left or straight ahead.
SW: Go right.

Three's Company

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

A Day In The City

Gorgeous day. We went for a paddleboat ride, walked the mall, went up and down in the glass elevators, had lunch, and went to the SA Museum. Also hired a car, so yay! no more walking, busing, or freezing-cold scootering.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

We Built This City

On Saturday morning, I stole borrowed a car and drove to the airport. I picked up the boys, and we drove to McDonalds for breakfast. We drove around the uni, then to the Hall, then to Marion, then to their caravan park. That night, I drove them to Brighton for dinner.

Now, we've all been to Adelaide a bajillion times. The boys have driven and been driven around it a lot. I've never driven in Adelaide (unless you count that one time down the highway between like Laura and Clare or somewhere) but I've been all over it, as have we all, in cars, buses, trains, trams.

This time, somehow, it was me driving them around my city. My little grid of Sturt Rd, South Rd, Cross Rd, Diagonal Rd, Marion Rd, it's mine.

Welcome to My City.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Facebook is Funny

Harry and Voldemort have set their relationship status to "Mortal Enemies."


Happy Birthday Eri!

Happy Birthday Eri!
You are the bestest friend a girl could have for a year (although PS I did say you weren't allowed to leave right?).
Someone who will have no friends next semester.
(And PPS, no more crying when I try to give you nice presents ok?)

This is what happens when I have to wake up at Dark am.

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