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.

Argh.

So it turns out that jogging does little to relieve intense frustration.

Sometimes, I dislike what people are. I don't understand why we can't just accept people for who they are and move on.

Hmm.

...in a haze, in a stormy haze...

Yesterday, I had a brilliant moment of clarity. I was laying on the beach, the sun was shining without a single cloud in the sky, my belly was all full-up with hot chips + tomato sauce, I was laying next to my gorgeous boyfriend... and things just seemed to spill over with awesome. You know those moments where everything just seems completely brilliant and there isn't a single bad thing at the forefront of your mind?

On the down side, I have bright, bright red stripes on my lower back and neck. Apparently, applying sunscreen to someones back is a difficult task? Especially when they have 'neck rolls'? But I can't really complain, Mark ended up burnt too to I suck just as much at the application process. It's gonna be an interesting week or so, filled with flaking skin and hisses of pain.

The last of the free movie tickets was used up last night. It turns out that Benjamin Buttons wasn't what I'd built it up to be in my head. It could be that I hadn't gotten home until 3ish the night before and had gotten up at 730 -- I was repeatedly doing that thing where you drift off and your head drops, jolting you back into awake-ness -- or it could be that the movie was pretty damn boring and had very little storyline outside of the romance. Either way, I was disappointed. Plus, it was like 3 hours long. I need to have some serious commitment to a movie in order to stay that long.

Today I have to make annoying phone calls, switching names on contracts and addresses for the move. I probably won't though. I need a trip to the chemists to buy some sort of soothing/moisturising ointment and drop a couple of bags of clothes at a clothing bin. Other equally exciting things. Fuck, I miss uni.

House-y things.

The guy nextdoor has expressed an interest in taking my room. Which would save me having to pawn off James' things to pay for breaking the lease. Not that the thought of doing so bothers me, but if I don't have to sell them, then I get to continue owning a PS2! He lives with his grandparents. I guess this way he gets some independence but not too much; he can still scuttle off next door for food and nanna-cuddles. Let's hope he decides to go for it.

In other news, I used my expensive new cutlery for the first time last night. It was very satisfying. I felt fancier just eating my sorbet (well, not my sorbet...) and holding my pinkie out (I didn't really do that...)

My room is almost sorted. For the first time in... well pretty much ever, I have only one load of washing left to do! I'm all caught up! I'm just about ready to move my shit over to the Connors Estate. He's gonna love me invading his beachy house with all my nerdy paraphernalia, I can tell already. A Tardis on the kitchen bench, sci-fi DVDs scattered around the lounge room, Batman Lego in the shower (...just cos it needs somewhere to go?). I'm not sure he knows what he's gotten himself into here.

Wholey shit, I just realised it's Friday! This means that tonight I'm going to go see Lisa Mitchell (who you may remember as my future wife that my lame friends prevented me from seeing months ago) and Whitley who apparently "exudes charm and wit". I've only heard a bit of his stuff -- mostly cos his album is all the way down in the car and I'm far too lazy/forgetful to retrieve it whenever I think to listen to it.

I have to find something to wear that will make Lisa fall head over heels for me and start singing directly to me...

Busy busy.

2009. Jesu. Where the fuck did '08 go, honestly?

I was gonna do a recap of '08 and talk about some of the memorable things from it, but it can be summed up like this:

Highlights of 2008:
Parkhill
Music festivals
Hanging with Mike
Getting back to Uni
Buffy Season 8
Markus. Definitely Markus.

Lowlights:
James

In more exciting news, I've just gotten back from Sydney after a week there. Brilliant holiday. I've only ever seen the crazy, business side of Sydney, with its masses of people and blaring horns and Opera Houses. This holiday was so much more relaxed.

Let's see, what did I do?

I went to Manly beach. Packed, man, it was crazy-busy. But you kinda forget about all of the people when you're with fantastic company, eating peanuts (hmm) and chilli Shapes. There was a ferry and there was sunbaking and fountains and then -- here comes the best part -- a big-arse ice cream. Oh! And a girl playing chess on the streets for moneys. Let's not forget that I actually went in the water. Yes, it was for about five minutes total but hey! I've always hated the beach but I'm finally seeing the good side of it!

I finally got back to the zoo, too. It's been a few years and it's looking pretty different but again, the awesome company made the day. I flashed the Harbour, banged my knee on a ferry, ate nachos, saw a baby pig clean the water it was currently peeing in and watched some meerkats!

It was all pretty mundane stuff from anyone else's perspective, I suppose... but man, it was the best holiday I've had in a really, really long time. I got to spend time with/meet some brilliant people (Kate, Pete, Percy, Anna/Sam). And I ate a truckload of frozen beverages. Oh and I ate African! When I say ate, i mean everyone else pigged out while I looked terrified and ate only cous cous. Yes, my horizons are ever-expanding lately but I guess they have certain limits.

And of course, Mark was there. Man, what can I say about him? He's incredibly awesome to hang around with. He's quickly becoming one of my best mates. Which is good, I suppose, if we're going to be living together within the month. Hmm. More on Mr Connors elsewhere, methinks.

Fuck this temperature off. I should be at the beach. Why do my friends all have jobs and/or dislike the beach? I should be there right now, enjoying the freezing cold water and blinding tourists with my pasty body!

I should be cleaning. It's my goal to have my room ready by the end of the week.

Yeah, right.