Our Very Own Hair Thursday,* uh, Monday

For a while now, every time I watch Sweet Home Alabama, I get the urge to cut my hair. Seriously, cute right?



But then I just ignore it for a few days and then I get over it.

BUT! I just recently watched SHA again, followed by Veronica Mars, the first season of which I am now in the middle of watching. The season where she has a whole bunch of very cute short hairstyles.



So I'm all 'I could do that,' and 'I have a hair straightener,' and 'no worries,' which of course does not take into account that these people have a team of hair stylists at their disposal who are willing to spend more than, say, thirty seconds on their hair every morning.



It also does not take into account that my hair is crazy long, and thick, not to mention curly. Or the fact that I've spent the whole of my life wishing I had hair this long, and the last five or so years growing it.

Mostly, it's the inbetween stage that I'm afraid of, if I should decide to grow it out again. And the problem that maybe I'd need to be blonde and slim and five foot nothing for this to work.

So I need someone to talk me down off the ledge. Or tell me I could totally rock this look:



One or the other.

*TM Whoorl.

These keys are cursed

You would think it would be physically completely and utterly IMPOSSIBLE to lose these right? RIGHT?! That's a fricking multi-coloured Rubic's Cube right there!



Enter the Laura formerly known as My Cousin.

Oh fine. Also the fact that my new black clutch is lucky to fit in lipgloss along with my wallet and phone. Keys have no hope in hell.

Holiday Spirit

A couple of days ago, I was so freaking excited. Like, waking up excited. There were just so many things coming up, and they were all running through my head, and I was excited!

-- skywalker, LMC, Dad aka vsquared, Gma's party, Carla, Christmas, New Years, grades, tinsel, Christmas tree, graduation, presents, drinking, Starbucks, beach, cooking, shopping --

And now, it turns out that all of that really just equals a whole lot of driving. I've done two cross-town trips in the last couple of days and I have to do another one tomorrow. And the crowds! On the roads, in the carpark, in the shops. I am so glad I haven't been working. Gee, Thursday will be fun, I'm sure.

Ok, so in order to distract me from having to drive (again) to the party tomorrow, how about we decide what I should wear? Ok good. Here are your choices:



The forecast for tomorrow is "mostly sunny," whatever that means, and 25. (This is 77 degrees for all you non-C people out there. See how I help you out?) And before you ask, I have no idea why we're going all strapless, but those are what you've got.



What do you think?

Um, duh?

That's what living at the Hall does for ya.

LMC vs Shags

Before and after.


Cousins. BFFs.


When vending machines turn nasty.


"[Secret secret secret]." "He did WHAT?!"

Eat It! An Update

Tonight's dinner? Um, toast. Yeah, we're master chefs.

Da da da dah, da San Francisco

So, the BlogHer people were teasing me planning to release the SanFran08 site by now, but they're busy people and all, so it's not up.

Nevertheless, I have been thinking about it, and even went so far as to look up flights. (I have no idea why it's cheaper flying from New Zealand, but they may well be another rant post.) But then, of course, I was also doing a bit of worrying in with the thinking and yay!ing and this is what I came up with:

Money. Turns out it costs money to fly alllll the way from Australia to San Francisco. And also to go to the conference. And also to stay there. And also to eat. And also to go to Disneyland.

Travel. Also shockingly, America is a long way away from here, and I'll be going there by myself. (Unless! Some other awesome Australian bloggers want to come with!) But either way, there will be people there who I only know via their blogs. Which is not to say they don't know more about me that people I have met in real life. Or that they're not lovely people.

Time. It will be summer there. (Although, I am doubting whether San Fran knows how to do a proper summer.) It will be winter here. Hell yes! But then, I will be all white and non-tanned while everyone else will be coming off months of sunshine. On the other other hand, I can come back all nice and tanned up. (In a week or two? Yeah sure.)

Aaaaaaaaaaaand... that's basically all I've got. But I just thought I should throw all that out there before I go jetting off halfway around the world. Any thoughts?

A Letter

I will keep inviting you to the beach and the cricket and to go get ice-cream or whatever. If you can't go, you can't go. I am not investing anything in your coming with.

Even though I know why you 'can't' come, I'll pretend I don't. Because I don't like the person I become when I think about why you can't hang out.

And if I'm not invested, that means you might have to be. If I'm not fighting, you might have to.

You're invited, dude. It's not all up to you, which is the problem, but some of it is. Wanna come to the beach?

Just when you thought I'd finished talking about uni...

I got my grades today.



Yeah, that's right, two more Distinctions, baby!

Which means my time at Flinders can be shown like this:



Which means I have a degree!

A Bachelor of Attendance, but still. Drinks and chocolate all around!

Freaking me out

My new phone is even more smart than I thought.

Today's background:



Photo from the paper of the KI bushfires this week:



I'm a little scared. How does it know so much?!

Fight the Power!

The Man is STIFLING our CREATIVITY! He's OPPRESSING our FREEDOM! He is FORCING US to RIGIDLY CONFORM to SOCIETY'S ORDER.



We now have assigned seating at the movies.

No, YOU have an accent

I saw this Voice Comment thingie somewhere else* and since I was just recently shocked to hear SuperTiff's American accent, when all this time, she has been typing in a normal voice, I thought it would be fun to try.

Pleeeeeeease leave me a message** so we can all laugh at your accent.

*Actually it was at CardioGirl by way of MadHouse and aimeepalooza. Hope you appreciate the effort I put in there.

** I know it says 'record by phone' but I'm sure there's a way to record it from your microphone. Maybe you have to sign in first? Figure it out, let me know. By leaving a voice comment.

I know how to pick 'em

That's presents and friends, in case you were wondering.



Christmas Tree from Carla. Also the magnet.

Now my room is all Christmassed up.

Christmas tree? Check.
Tinsel? The tinsel, after falling down ten bajillion times, is now up for good. I hope. Also hoping: no-one will notice the hooks in random places on my wall when I move out.
Presents? Partial check. I am awaiting a parcel chock-full of Christmas present goodness. Please let it get here this week!

Cautionary Tale: don't tango in Las Vegas with a monkey

Times like this I am so happy to have a new camera phone.



It is no coincidence that we are at the door to the boys toilet. (What? You know there's always a line at the girls.)

Also, we were thisclose to going for a motorbike ride with a couple of randoms.

I less-than-three you

The gorgeous Kelley over at Magneto Bold Too has forced threatened collaborated on and created a blog love button.



She has also demanded requested that we share the love around. Because I <3 her, here are the blogs I read last when going through my bloglines. (Because you save the best til last.)

Advice Smackdown

Aimeepalooza

Finslippy

Fog City Mommy

Miss Zoot

Whoorl

Woman with a Hatchet

and of course

Magneto Bold Too

(This is an interesting list, I think, just because some of these are new on my List Of Blogs To Post In A List list, but I also included some blogs that everyone was all, duh, of course you love them. who wouldn't? But I am sharing the love regardless.)

(As always, my blogroll has many many more blogs for you to waste time on read, if you're so inclined.)

Feel free to pass the blog love around.

Christmas Songs Revisited

Or should that be Christmas Songs 2: The Christening?

Remember when I was all, "I have no Christmas songs! Except these:"



And you guys were all commenty? (Good times.)

Well, turns out I was mistaken. I actually have plenty of Christmas songs on my computer.

There's the religious ones:



And the presents on Christmas morning ones:



And the Christmas in Australia / family party Christmas day ones:



Do you think I missed any?

Car Wash Terror

Remember when I mentioned that Shelle and I went through the car wash? We had to do it again today, due to Adelaide's inability to produce a better storm than a couple of drops of rain and lots of dust.



We followed all their instructions about removal of, um, appendages.



We went forward, and back, and stop, and shake it all about. And that's what it's all about.



And then the crazy started!



Aarghh!!!! We're moving! Oh my god! Let me out! There's nowhere to go!

But then it was all over, and the car was nice and clean.



At least until Adelaide's next sorry attempt at rain.



(I should admit that there was actually some pretty decent lightning last night. I was so freaking excited. No-one else shared my excitement. Something about bushfire season.)

Things You Don't Want To See. Ever.

Computers should not be blue.

But especially not after your boss spent much of your shift that day talking about how he spent two and a half grand on building a computer for his car, only to attach the earth wire wrong or something and have it all blow up in his face.

But it's all good now. Except that I lost approximately 12 years off my life.

My phone knows me so well

Hee! Predictive text is so smart.