Slightly hungover...

So... I've finally done it. I managed to get so drunk that I have a section of the night that, no matter how hard I try, I just cannot remember.

It started yesterday, with the opening of the stuff on Hunter Street. A bunch of the shops have been rented out to architecture students and other creative figures. They do with it what they want in order to showcase their stuff -- and were kind enough to have fruit and cheese platters and free wine! So of course, Markus and I took full advantage of this situation and helped ourselves to three glasses. And then we took those glasses home. 'Cos they were pretty. We tried to grab some more free food (including sushi!) from the display nextdoor, but were BLOCKED by a rude old woman! Kate tried to grab some and was interrupted by, "Are you from the display nextdoor? Sorry, you can't have any." =O

Then came the second birthday celebration for the day. Leon, John, Markus and myself all took the one car, dressed in matching school uniforms. It would have looked slightly odd to outsiders (including the manly men at the bottle shop who were very amused at the sight of us marching in to stock up on goon). I am not allowed to say too much about it, due to fear of gay-mafia attacks. Needless to say, there were some very interesting encounters and situations that reminded me of how thankful I am not to be in that circle. Being milked for stories on how stable my love-life is was one such nice reminder.

Anyway, there was much, much goon to be had and I don't remember much of where the night went. I do remember drawing all over Johns leg with an orange marker but not being able to see the results because of his dark skin. I remember drawing portraits of people on a whiteboard. I vaguely remember a toasted sandwich when I got home... but waking up wearing nothing but TWO pairs of underwear was the most confusing part.

Recovery so far has involved about three litres of water, a very enjoyable massage and Berry-Weetbix with yoghurt. So I can't really complain. Except that the next stage involves A LENGTHY HIKE THROUGH THE BUSH. Yay.

In other news, I've found things I can cross off of my list:

02. Skinnydip at the beach at night
Friday night. Myself, Rosie and Mark. Some random fellow skinnydippers. Newcastle pools.

21. Get drunk on goon
"You're junk, Drohn." 'Nuff said.

24. Have a food fight.
Whether you count the Great Ice Cream War of '09, the watermelon fight a couple of weeks previously or the grape fight at Kates birthday yesterday, Markus has helped very much with this one, repeatedly.

31. Dance like a fool and don't care who's looking
I was going to use either the Silent Disco at BDO or any night at G to cross this one off. Then I remembered my performance of Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' dance in front of the giant mirror at the gym. Yes, that works well.

38. Build a giant sandcastle
Does a giant pod of whales count? Hell yes it does when you win FIRST PLACE for them and get a TROPHY for your efforts! =D

50. Plant a tree
Do herbs count? I helped plant the basil and I relocated the parsley... and I helped pot Pete!


Yay! Now I'm up to 12/90! Hmm. I'd better get a move on.

Ain't all that.

So my car is unregistered until the government decides to hand out a nicely sized bonus into my starving bank account just for being as rad as I am. My plan was just to continue driving my car with my fingers, toes, arms and legs crossed for good luck (which led to some very awkward driving) and hope I don't get booked. It worked for a couple of days, until a trip in Marks car to the gym had us pass four normal police cars and one unmarked car!

Needless to say, I'm now finding alternative transport.

Unfortunately, the alternative is by bicycle. So even though it's overcast and feral (not to mention my complete lack of anything resembling fitness) I am riding the 8km or so from my house to work. And I'm leaving an hour before work starts, so hopefully it will take no longer than that. Although I'm sure my exhausted, slumping form seen swerving back and forth across the road, sweat dripping from every part of me as I rock up to work will invoke some sort of sympathy if I am a bit late.

Something tells me that tonights gym visit will be somewhat redundant. Speaking of, I've been going... 4-5 days a week. And, okay, it's working, my body is changing shape. Unfortunately, it's mostly in MY LEGS. I've lost all of my beautiful floppyness in my legs, leaving behind mostly muscle. Again with the unfortunate when you realise how little muscle there is. Therefore, I now have the skinny legs of an akward 14-year-old. As a result, I can only wear jeans in public from now on, until the muscle starts to build.

Naughty LOLs

Okay, so I'm on D-Listed (which, thanks to Sarah, I am somewhat addicted to). I'm looking at a picture of the adorable little koala who drank the firemans water while holding his hand... but I'm having a large LOL at this comment:

"Yeah, yeah. Its all cute and sweet until they find out the koala was the one that started the fire. It came back to admire its handy work. Burned paws indeed!"

Inappropriate humour at its best.

And while I'm here...: Possibly the most amusing story I've ever seen on that site.

Mannnn, I have done NOTHING today.

I was sitting in this too-fat, retro-print beanbag in front of the computer doing stupid things like deleting music on iTunes, photoshopping and editing a screenplay... then I look up and it's 2 o'clock. I sat down after Mark left at what... 8:30? The only times I'd gotten up were to pee and to eat some wedges. Mind you, there was a long minute where I was deciding between wedges or a chicken burger...

Never fear, though, I'm now up, showered and have a load of washing in the machine.

...when did I turn into this?! I need to stand up for my rights to liberation! UNION!!1!

There are maybe plans for Parkhill tonight, which should be pretty awesome. This smaller version on the group is still as rad as ever, especially with Emma. I do miss the old members though... *sigh* Also, Markus is accompanying me to Pilates this evening. Yatta! We've been on a bit of a health kick of late. It can only be a good thing, right? Except for my legs. They disagree with that statement completely. They're almost ready to talk emancipation.

The week ahead:

• Tute enrollments tomorrow -- can't wait to have them out of the way and if I don't get my tightly organised timetable, I'm going crotchkicking in the direction of some stupid first-years!
• Ultrasound on Wednesday -- that should be fun...
• DOLLHOUSE ON THURSDAY! -- wholey crap! Muchly anticipated for months and months now, it'd better kick arse
• The weekend? Not sure yet but things have been quiet for a while. I'm thinking maybe volleyball on the beach? With you. Yes, you. Be there or be square. That's right, you'll be a quadrilateral with all congruent sides and all congruent angles. Burned.
  

Great Ice Cream War of '09

Last night was host to what shall now be known as the Great Ice Cream War of '09.

It started when Markus put the last of the blueberries on his ice cream cone. And me eating them when he was distracted.

It ended with two grown men standing in a kitchen that was covered (almost literally) with bits of soggy cone and sticky desert -- not to mention the fact that said substances were also dripping from hair... and in my eye.

The Shelf

I'm not sure what's happened of late. One minute, I'm bored out of my mind, hating everybody for working while I sit around my house doing nothing but some hardcore Facebooking... the next I'm in a very awesome and very new place -- a place that has an amazing boyfriend, has me eating peanuts and cashews, has me re-potting herbs and has me dancing in public places.

I've always considered myself a bit of a chameleon. I'm open to pretty much anything (albeit occasionally with a tiny bit of protest) and as such, meeting new people makes me feel like a whole new person. I've never been able to pinpoint my actual personality. I'm sure my friends can, but it's just something I've never managed. I almost feel like a bit of a living chalkboard, being able to have things wiped clean and new things applied whenever the need arises. It's neither a good or a bad thing, as far as I can deduce. Or, more accurately, it's probably both.

The current Beau is having some serious financial issues, with my rego due in a week, three months worth of phone bills being overdue, monies owed to people left right and centre... part of me is worried about it, but then the other me reminds the worried me that stressing about it will only lead to bad places. So I sat, worked out a budget, shit myself about how restrictive my next few months are going to be and suddenly all was good again. I'll get through it, you know?

Speaking of the current Beau, he is sitting in his office. I feel so grown up and stuff. The office has two computers and a whole bunch of text books. It's gonna be all formal and stuff soon. Granted it also has boxes of shit, a pile of dirty clothes and half of a big, fluffy brown couch from the 70s that resembles Snuffalapagus... but it's getting there, a'ight? There's a bookshelf in the neighbours open garage downstairs. I'm going to steal it. It would look very, very nice in my office with my uni textbooks, my large cardboard Tardis and my Batman Lego decorating it. Okay, yes, theft. But it's so pretty. And perhaps it will teach my neighbours not to leave their pretty shit in an open carport when there are poor, needy students around. Really, he should thank me.

In the same vein, I am in love with this part of my life. I have a bedroom that I share with an incredibly attractive boy; I have a kitchen with expensive cutlery and a fridge that I don't have to fight for space in; I have a lounge room with an actual coffee table; best of all, I have a balcony on which I am able to have romantic breakfasts/sunset dinners upon with aforementioned incredibly attractive boy. Yes, I may be accused of gloating. But man, as if I don't have reason to! The laws of the universe state that being this happy means that it will all inevitably come crashing down around me before long (as Sarah would say, it's science) , so why not live it up while it's all still here?

Time to go put together an outfit made entirely of black and containing some form of mask. If I'm gonna do some badass thieving, I need to look the part.