I'm full of milestones of late aren't I?
Well it is almost a year to the hour since I moved to Sydney and got to my place of 'residence'. I can still remember that first week. Of course my memories are helped by this site.
And at the moment I can't help but kick myself. I left for all the wrong reasons. There was someone, who I saw everyday, but couldn't be near. So when I got my chance I upped and ran. Interstate, as I tend to do. I am still very close to this person. I'm closer to him now, but my chances of being with him are further away. I've changed too much. And it kills me. I liked who I was. I'm not saying I don't like who I am now, but I feel so far removed from the best I can be right now.
I have had some really good times, and I have met some amazing, special people who I think will be lifelong friends, and just tonight I have met someone new. But on the whole I find Sydney people to be rude, arrogant assholes who want to take everything you've got, and when there's nothing left they'll take a piece of your spirit.
My recent holidays have highlighted something I've known all along. If I am to have any chance of being true to myself, and getting what is best for me, I will require another interstate move. Unfortunately I cannot do this with my current financial situation. But as soon as Clancy is paid off, I will go. Back home. Back to Queensland.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Saturday, May 27, 2006
How to get let into bed
I'm full of stories of late aren't I?
This is a quite amusing little anecdote about one of my kitties tricks.
So Sydney has been quite cold of late. Hell its freezing at night here, as far as I'm concerned. Its actually colder IN my house than OUTSIDE. If you're cold, go outside to warm up.
Anyways. What precious kitty does is during the middle of the night, when she decides she's cold, she finds the warmest place in the house. Which is IN MY BED. Unfortuantely I must be awoken to let her under the covers. None of this 'do it for yourself' nonsense. How un-cat-like is that!
Her method of letting me into the bed is as follows;
1) Walk around on the bed purring like mad. No response? Step 2
2) Poke owner in the face with cold wet nose. It moves, but response isn't satisfactory. Go to step 3.
3) Lay on arm. You'd better wake up soon miss, or I'll make you. What do you think of that.
And then, the finale
4) Put cold cold feet on bare forarm. Ooh, you're awake now are you? How about that!
At this stage she is balanced totally on my arm. Nice warm, furry body, with these two long strips of ice cold near the elbow. Seriously. Have you ever felt cold cat feet? Its like frozen leather! And because the cat is fully on my arm it takes about three times longer to get her off, and under the covers. Once she's under, she crawls down near my calves. and curls up there, nice and warm.
And then, who can forget the wrap up, where she shows her true gratitiude. She decides that its rude of her to keep all of the cold to herself, and puts those cold, cold cat leather feet onto my leg. My BARE leg.
This cat is about a subtle as a jellyfish to the head.
This is a quite amusing little anecdote about one of my kitties tricks.
So Sydney has been quite cold of late. Hell its freezing at night here, as far as I'm concerned. Its actually colder IN my house than OUTSIDE. If you're cold, go outside to warm up.
Anyways. What precious kitty does is during the middle of the night, when she decides she's cold, she finds the warmest place in the house. Which is IN MY BED. Unfortuantely I must be awoken to let her under the covers. None of this 'do it for yourself' nonsense. How un-cat-like is that!
Her method of letting me into the bed is as follows;
1) Walk around on the bed purring like mad. No response? Step 2
2) Poke owner in the face with cold wet nose. It moves, but response isn't satisfactory. Go to step 3.
3) Lay on arm. You'd better wake up soon miss, or I'll make you. What do you think of that.
And then, the finale
4) Put cold cold feet on bare forarm. Ooh, you're awake now are you? How about that!
At this stage she is balanced totally on my arm. Nice warm, furry body, with these two long strips of ice cold near the elbow. Seriously. Have you ever felt cold cat feet? Its like frozen leather! And because the cat is fully on my arm it takes about three times longer to get her off, and under the covers. Once she's under, she crawls down near my calves. and curls up there, nice and warm.
And then, who can forget the wrap up, where she shows her true gratitiude. She decides that its rude of her to keep all of the cold to herself, and puts those cold, cold cat leather feet onto my leg. My BARE leg.
This cat is about a subtle as a jellyfish to the head.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Friday night highlights
I got nothing. Here's a college story instead. This one is inspired by steph's most recent post. Thankfully it wasn't me.
We had a fancy dress dinner for halloween in my first year. Of course, being college, there were some guys who jumped at the chance to put on a dress, or be wrapped up in toilet paper. Two of these ended up seated at our table, hitting on my tall, blonde mate sitting opposite them. Halfway through a joke she chokes, and coughs powdered pavlova all over the two of them. I will never forget the way some crumbs curved perfectly through the air, shooting straight towards these two. Nor will I forget the looks on their faces. DirtyDaniel looked outright disgusted, while HotBrad manged to look politely baffled.
HotBrad was worried as the little black dress he was wearing (BTW, which only came halfway up his chest) belonged to our RA and he thought he was going to have to get it professionally cleaned. Feli asked him which brand it was, as a measure of how much the dress was worth, and thus how much should be spent on cleaning. HotBrad replied with "I think the tag says size 10."
Boys!
We had a fancy dress dinner for halloween in my first year. Of course, being college, there were some guys who jumped at the chance to put on a dress, or be wrapped up in toilet paper. Two of these ended up seated at our table, hitting on my tall, blonde mate sitting opposite them. Halfway through a joke she chokes, and coughs powdered pavlova all over the two of them. I will never forget the way some crumbs curved perfectly through the air, shooting straight towards these two. Nor will I forget the looks on their faces. DirtyDaniel looked outright disgusted, while HotBrad manged to look politely baffled.
HotBrad was worried as the little black dress he was wearing (BTW, which only came halfway up his chest) belonged to our RA and he thought he was going to have to get it professionally cleaned. Feli asked him which brand it was, as a measure of how much the dress was worth, and thus how much should be spent on cleaning. HotBrad replied with "I think the tag says size 10."
Boys!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Reasons I'm an idiot #645
How appropriate a title for my 100th post.
AND
Like anybody needs any more proof.
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I forgot the birthday of one of my nearest and dearest. Jana. How exactly I forgot the birthday of my sister and best friend, but can remember what people were wearing and how they had their hair when I met them, boggles my mind.It wasn't until I had packaged her present that I realised.
Deeply apologetic does not cover how I feel. Words cannot cover it. The best expression that I can think of is that I am the algae that feeds on the pond scum. Please forgive me.
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On a more humourous note; I was in my dancing class wearing my normal jeans and dancing shoes. We're doing vaulting, (basically running sideways) and on the first step my heel of the foot crossing in front, gets tangled in the jeans leg. And goes no further. Nobody else saw this, except my dance instructor. Who was looking directly at me at the time. He snorts out a laugh, shakes his head, and continues dancing. I look over about 30 seconds later, catch his eye and he stops* (whilst the music is still going) tucks his head down and gives a huge belly laugh. Whilst the class looks around wandering what the fuck he found so funny.
*I feel kinda proud that I made him stop. I have literally seen him pat his head, rub his stomach, AND salsa at the same time. That kind of multi tasking is beyond a mother.
AND
Like anybody needs any more proof.
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I forgot the birthday of one of my nearest and dearest. Jana. How exactly I forgot the birthday of my sister and best friend, but can remember what people were wearing and how they had their hair when I met them, boggles my mind.It wasn't until I had packaged her present that I realised.
Deeply apologetic does not cover how I feel. Words cannot cover it. The best expression that I can think of is that I am the algae that feeds on the pond scum. Please forgive me.
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On a more humourous note; I was in my dancing class wearing my normal jeans and dancing shoes. We're doing vaulting, (basically running sideways) and on the first step my heel of the foot crossing in front, gets tangled in the jeans leg. And goes no further. Nobody else saw this, except my dance instructor. Who was looking directly at me at the time. He snorts out a laugh, shakes his head, and continues dancing. I look over about 30 seconds later, catch his eye and he stops* (whilst the music is still going) tucks his head down and gives a huge belly laugh. Whilst the class looks around wandering what the fuck he found so funny.
*I feel kinda proud that I made him stop. I have literally seen him pat his head, rub his stomach, AND salsa at the same time. That kind of multi tasking is beyond a mother.
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