|
|
|
June 15th, 2007
08:54 am
The morning adventures of Steaks:
1. Already late to work due to morning snail pace, time-consuming hair washing, tummy ache and encroaching sore throat. Finally gather my things and head on downstairs to my car. Alas I realise I have forgotten to brush my teeth which in itself is disgusting so back up the stairs, unlock, brush, more time goes by.
2. Start driving but my car is like a fog machine with frosted windows so I can barely see out. I have to have both windows open so I'm freezing because my cardigan unfortunately doesn't cover my forearms. Almost crash into a parked car on Angelo Street so I pull down a side street and have to wipe the front windscreen with my hand since my car towel got stolen off the clothes line a few weeks ago. My hand is now a slight shade of blue as I continue my journey.
3. Now notice that I have no petrol and will probably break down before I make the short distance to work. So I have to go the petrol station aswell. I manage to park way too close to the bowser and spill petrol everywhere.
Some mornings it would be better to stay in bed rather than attempt the basics of living.
|
March 29th, 2007
02:40 pm
I am very jealous of Onton and his Exmouth journey! I want to snorkel with bright fishes and take underwater snapshots of myself too. Thinking of having a few days off soon, maybe the week after Easter...
I want to go to Denmark, and stop off at Margaret River on the way. I need some time off, this place is sucking me down into an abyss of speeding time.
Going out on Wednesday night and getting quite drunk is, in hindsight, not the best plan. I tripped over a shoe in the bathroom and bruised my kneecaps and thigh quite badly. I'm finding it difficult to sit down at work and keep grimacing. I ate peanut butter toast and cornflakes...I had a breakfast feast at midnight. In the morning there were little yellow cornflakes all over the carpet.
I feel ok now.
|
March 22nd, 2007
09:10 am
I hate Borders! Just checked my bank account because I got paid today and, low and behold, I see a Borders purchase for $62! Um excuse me stupid girl, if you weren't so busy swooning at my outfit and talking to me about your headache, maybe you would have typed in $20 to the EFTPOS machine, which is what the cost was! DAMN YOU! Now I have to go back in there again, make a special trip to get MY money back. Idiot.
I ate Chicken Curry from Lotus last night, it was delicious. I thought nothing could beat Formosa's chicken curry but this may have been better and it wasn't coated in chilli pain.
|
January 30th, 2007
12:51 pm
I enjoyed this weekend immensely, apart from sweltering heatwave and death by tall man bicycle. I forgot how much grazed knees sting. Wonderjacket is NOT wonderful at all. Coopers red is a demolition derby of potent malts.
One of my two cockroach nightmares came true the other day when, as I was brushing my hair, I felt the brushing of feelers on my bare foot. It's only a matter of time until a hoarde of them scuttle over my face whilst I lay sleeping.
Tomorrow night I have been invited to a lamo "clothes" party by the mid thirties lonely lady at work. I cannot express how much I don't want to go but what are you supposed to say after this:
Her: Are you coming to my party on Wednesday?...before I can think of an excuse, she looks at me with sad lonely eyes and says in a quiet voice...Because Juliet can't come and you can bring a friend. And my Mum and Aunty will be there who you know.
Me: (internally screaming, brain lobes grinding to think of a valid reason I can't go) Um yeah I should be able to.
Oh.my.god. I'm going to a clothes party with thirty and sixty year olds and bad expensive clothes. My powerlessness to lie is pathetic.
|
January 22nd, 2007
01:11 pm
On Valentines Day 2007 I will visit a hospital for the first time since a five year old and I will have a needle for the first time since 1996. At the consult this morning my heart was pounding so loud I could barely talk to the surgeon guy. I think I may have an anxiety problem when it comes to hospitals and needles and pain and impacted wisdom teeth. I think this anxiety was compounded by the fact I had no sleep last night due to man upstairs snoring loudly and a medley of crows going wild in the treetops from 650am to 8am.
|
December 18th, 2006
07:18 pm
I just played a game of PAC MAN. But the evil ghosts caught my man before I ate the cherry :( Ok I need to play Tetris right NOW. Games of youth are such fun, as is swimming in heated pools and deconstructing the Little Mermaid. We discovered, amongst other things, that Ariel's face looks completely different in each scene, Eric the handsome prince is far too burly and thick-necked, Flounder is actually quite annoying and just follows Ariel around like a groupie with nothing better to do, King Triton is HUGE with out of proportion nipples. Sebastian the Jamaican crab was awesome as always.
|
December 4th, 2006
11:55 am
Most memorable memories of Saturday night:
Twenty people swooning over a girl wearing a red dress with the largest breasts we had ever seen in our relatively short lifetimes. Jayden and I, after much staring, making a pact to never look again then both breaking it two seconds later.
Hahahaha they were very large and real.
|
November 30th, 2006
12:26 pm
I.hate.birds.
I wish they would just shut the fuck up and respect the sleeping patterns of human beings. You know what? I'm eating chicken tonight just to spite their species. 3am! Relentless. No sleep. Constant loud chirping. I felt like an uncomfortable kebab, turning to the side. front. back. side...repeat thousands of times until insanity finally arrives around 5am. I am a walking zombie this morning. An overdone kebab slowly driven crazy by the teasing flames. I wanted to destroy all birds. Maybe I should move to a less leafy suburb which doesn't have trees at the same height as my not sound-proof bedroom window.
( I hate you so much right now. You alone are the bane of my nighttime existence )
Current Mood: psychotic
Current Music: I love you but I've chosen darkness.
|
November 23rd, 2006
01:50 pm - Soy oh no soy!
I drank off rotten soy milk last night and this morning! Last night I made a strawberry smoothie and it tasted a bit off but I thought it was because of the strawberries. But then this morning my Special K tasted like arsenic and I realised the soy was bad. It smelt citrusy and when I poured it down the sink it was thicker and all clumpy near the bottom of the carton. It seriously tasted like poison, I feel poisoned from the inside. I bet you the other carton is bad too...when I go to Coles today I'm complaining and going to get two cartons free of charge because the use by was 9th December! OH MY GOD I ACTUALLY INGESTED OFF SOY MILK and whilst it's not as bad as cow milk it comes a very close second place.
Things I don't like this week:
1. Drinking rancid soy poison in the morning.
2. Being abused by random drunken ugly men and woman in my own driveway after Red Bull Air Race... Drunk girl running over to Brad's car and forcing the door open then abusing him for parking in a SPARE car bay, then running over to my car and saying my boyfriend is rude and doesn't respect women. Me being so mad and tired from 4 hours sleep I almost run over the six drunk men who are blocking my car and stopping me from leaving. I hate people sometimes.
3. Having beer poured on my new dress at amplifier then being laughed at by the guy who did it. Me pouring beer on his head then running off into the crowd, only to learn later that he spat on a nearby friend because of me. Doing other stupid things.
4. Listening to a cd at work while I was processing some books and right at the moment Colin Meloy sings something about men with limp dicks, realising my boss is standing next to me about to ask me a question.
Things I do like this week:
1. My two new cds which I am listening to way too much and am sure to get sick of very soon. The Decemberists and God is an Astronaut. Saxon Shore and Letting up despite great faults.
2. Bingo on Monday. I wonder if I'm the only 22 year old who enjoys this game?
3. Finding out a band I enjoy are playing on the 2nd.
4. Embarking on Grey's Anatomy Season 1 AND powering through Sopranos with Brad.
5. Pizza from Ciao Italia. Except for weird spinach clumps which I will ask to be removed next time.
6. This photo I just found of me and Sean drinking delicious soy smoothies at Vegetarian Orgasm in Melbourne.
( Read more... )
|
November 15th, 2006
04:58 pm - Animal Saga Part 3.
My dog Buffy still lives at home with my parents. She's 9 years old and quite the little survivor: she's almost died three times. The first time was years ago, in an epic dual with a rather large dugite...well she didn't really win because our next door neighbour blew its body in half with a shotgun but I still can't believe it didn't bite her. The second was when my brother ran her over, he actually ran over her body with the tyre of his car but she was ok, after surgery. The third time was not so long ago, when she decided the snail pellets in the garden looked rather tasty. Mum had to get her stomach pumped when she started frothing at the mouth. But I realised the other night she's getting older and that really scared me because I love her so much and I only get to see her twice a week at the most.
Mum and I went for a walk on Monday and when we got back we collapsed on the couch because it was so hot that day. Buffy was inside and Mum asked her if she wanted to go outside but she declined the offer. So we were leaning on the kitchen bench, flicking through Indian menus trying to decide what to get for dinner when I feel a jet of warmness hit my foot and soak into my sock. I looked down and Buffy was peeing on my foot! PEEING! ALL OVER MY FOOT! Well she had peed everywhere, my foot just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She's only 9 and she's suffering incontinence already. But it's probably from all her escapades with near death that's done it. Mum put her outside and she sat there with a sad look on her face whilst I stood there, completely violated, unable to move or I would leave pee foot prints all over the kitchen floor.
Today I got up at 9am on my morning off to cook tomato stew and it turned into a cooking dilemma of epic proportions. I had to roast the tomatoes with oregano and olive oil and I had them on the top shelf of my oven. But then I had the bright idea to move them down because I thought they might burn up there. In my half asleep state, with hands still unable to make fists, I grabbed the end of the tray with the tea towel and proceeded to pour the entire contents of the tray into the bottom of my oven. Oil and tomatoes slid everywhere and I literally stood there for about 5 minutes staring at the mess, unsure of how this unfortunate event had occurred. I have decided not to cook from now on, unless I have been awake for longer than half an hour.
|
November 9th, 2006
05:30 pm - My love of birds is restored
Except for the willy wagtail, crow and magpie in a tag team triple duet at 630 this morning. After listening to their singalong for an hour I got up and went for a walk down by the river because it's ludicrous that I live in South Perth and hardly ever do such things. I even jogged for a little bit but then my heart felt like it was going to fall out of my chest so I had to slow it down. I witnessed the following events which made me smile:
1. One legged duckling being taught how to swim by its mother. He kept steering to the left and bumping into the side of her. But she just laughed and gave him an encouraging snuggle. It was an adorable swimming lesson.
2. Tiny duck trying to take on a mammoth pelican. Pelican wins.
3. Toddler swans playing with their Mum on the grass next to the lake.
|
November 7th, 2006
01:24 pm
Stace day:
3:30am: awoken by a single chirping morning bird in trees outside bedroom window.
4:30am: still awake, still listening to bird chirp at a rate of one chirp per two seconds. Beginning to go crazy, to thrash about and bury my head under pillow and burrow into my doona to get away from irritating sound.
4:45am: get up and put on the album leaf on down low in a last ditch attempt to block out the bird chirping. However by now I truly am insane and can only hear the bird chirp not the music.
5am: a magpie joins in the song so now it's a chirp every second. Head spins, I yell and curse all the birds of the earth.
6:30am: finally give up trying to sleep and get up to go for a walk because by this stage I have turned into a wide-eyed deranged girl and I need to calm down before I go to work.
8:45am: teenage magpie flies inside the library and I spend a good 20 minutes chasing it around with a towel and waving my arms around. Eventually give up after I trap it in the TL office and call maintanance.
Why do birds hate me so much today? I don't eat them so why are they so bitter?
|
November 1st, 2006
04:15 pm - Flaming Pappadams!
Last night I went over my parent's house to give my Mum another vegan cooking lesson. We were cooking eggplant dahl with pappadams and rice...so I'm merrily mixing the dhal whilst my Mum cooks the pappadams in the microwave. The dhal smells kinda smoky but I just think it's burning a little bit. Mum and I are chatting away and then we see a glimpse of flames in the microwave. I start yelling at Mum to get the pappadam out but she just calmly looks at me and says " I can't touch it while it's burning". But then the paper towel went up in flames and the entire microwave was full of fire and me and mum start panicking, so she grabs the flaming pappadam and paper towel and puts them in the sink and all these flaming ashes start swirling around the kitchen landing onto the blinds. Beware! The seemingly humble pappadam can be extremely flammable.
|
October 25th, 2006
04:13 pm
Today I almost hyperventilated at the orthodontist when I found out I am soon to be wisdom toothless. Some of you may know this but for those of you who don't I have a severe hospital/needle phobia. All day I've been thinking about sharp needles in the back of my hand and swollen bruised cheeks and nothing but soup for weeks and giant caverns in my gums. It doesn't help that almost everyone I know who has had them removed has been in terrible pain for a long time afterwards. PAIN! I can't be in pain. EVER. My entire existence is structured around the avoidance of pain. I haven't really hurt myself for years now and when I do, I still cry like a little child. And can I just ask what the fuck is with wisdom teeth anyway? What purpose do they serve other than to inevitably erupt around the age of 20, get jammed under jawbones and get removed in some macabre operation involving the slicing of tender gums? I think I'll have to take a Valium or two before the operation, or I'll run screaming from the hospital. When I was five, it took a doctor, three nurses and my mum to hold me down while i had a needle. And I was FIVE! After my orthodontist appointment, I went over to Garden City and bought a dress, a cardigan and some shoes to make me feel better. And I bought iced donuts for everyone at work because I always eat their morning teas but never contribute any food of my own.
I saw MacBeth yesterday. It was terrible, it rates as one of the worst films I've seen in my whole life. A postmodern adaptation of Shakespeare gone horribly wrong. The only redeeming feature was looking at an incredibly attractive Sam Worthington for two hours. I had such high hopes, and they were crushed after the first ten minutes. I particularly felt sorry for this elderly couple sitting behind us who exclaimed as the final credits finally rolled " oh dear that was a bit violent". The old lady looked visibly shaken at the filth she had just witnessed.
|
August 2nd, 2006
06:36 pm
Happy Birthday to all the horses out there! I hope you enjoy your gifts of molasses and pony cubes. I used to own a brown pony with a black tail and his name was Licorice. I loved that pony, i have many fond memories of him galloping through trees and bounding over large logs, scratching my face on branches in the process. Falling off and winding myself, lying there unable to breathe whilst he frollicked in the far distance. He was a bit crazy.
|
July 20th, 2006
12:31 pm - Oh sweet Vegemite are you still my vegan friend?
Someone just told me that vegemite is made by sprinkling yeast over raw meat then scraping it off. This sounds very dubious.
|
July 19th, 2006
01:46 pm
Last night was lovely. I mostly saw heads during the show but occaisonly Ben Gibbard would saunter into my view. Sat in the Sail + Anchor drinking blueberry beer while everyone lined up outside in the cold for hours. Brad may be the wizard, but when it comes to his complex scientific calculations regarding playing times, he loses all his magical capabilities. We missed the start...again! Flash back to 2003, rounding the corner to the sounds of Death Cab for Cutie, realising we were missing the first song and then running down the street towards Fly-By Nite cursing early playing times. Fast forward to 2006...it appears we didn't learn our lesson.
I like it how Ben admitted that rehearsed encores are lame.
Right now, I'm at work and it's school holidays so no one is around. I'm in the back lab by myself, livejournaling and listening to sequence pulse. I'm being so lazy today.. on that note I will leave to do some WORK. I have to clean the whiteboards because they have had weird phrases about jesus and superman written all over them by some naughty Christian students.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/blah.gif) lazy
Current Music: Sequence Pulse
|
July 18th, 2006
09:15 am - OC conundrum
I know lots of people still watch the OC, however there is something about this show that has been annoying the hell out of me lately. What kind of show feels the need to incessantly advertise impending plotlines whilst actually revealing exactly what is going to happen in future episodes. There are no suprises, no "clues" hmmmn here is a perfect example which has been screening recently. MARISSA WILL DIE. Why the fuck are they telling the viewers what happens before it happens? Is this show's ratings so low they have to resort to this method of advertising? "Every episode holds a clue".... then they show Ryan standing next to a car with blood on his hands "Who will be responsible?"...hmmmmn maybe Ryan because he is standing by a car with blood on his hands. Do they seriously think people won't figure it out in the previews? It's so lame. I can't believe this show exists. Give me Buffy, Angel or Lost anyday.
|
July 12th, 2006
11:30 am
Friday night:
Walked with Brad to the shops around the corner from my house because he had to buy his special overpriced hummus. We were laughing loudly, speaking in funny voices, perhaps this is why I failed to notice the lycra-clad blonde power walker zooming up behind us. I swore very loudly, jumped about a metre sideways and my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. The lady apologised and then continued on her way.
Ian, it appears I will not be slaughtering the interview like a fresh southern lamb as "Unfortunately we will not be proceeding to an interview". I got the rejection letter today and am a bit disappointed. I guess the fact I've been acting in the position since September last year and all the teachers rate me very highly doesn't really matter, I don't have a library qualification so I'm not getting a chance to prove my worthiness to the panel. On the bright side, I have been stressing about that impending interview, and now I don't have to bother. I can enjoy death cab on Tuesday night and indulge my obsession with the Revelation Film Festival without thinking about interview tactics and responses. I'm going to go to Luna and buy my six-film pass this very afternoon.
Here's the three I'm most looking forward to:
Ambulancen
Astronautas
Bride of Silence
|
July 11th, 2006
12:39 pm - New shop opening soon!
My friend Claire is opening a new shop with her sister in Mount Lawley, everyone must go because she is lovely AND because I helped pick out some cute little numbers from an English clothing company. Like so many of us, Claire has a chronic polka dot obsession so expect to see lots of them. She also likes owls.
Shop is called Ruck Rover General Store: 4/595 Beaufort St, Mt Lawley (just around the corner on Chelmsford St). There's a website too/ www.ruckrover.com.au
|
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
oh_its_stace's journal