You can stop poking me now.
Ah, September. Spring has begun. I sneeze and my eyes itch. Damn you, flowers. *shakes fist*
3 weekends ago I invited friends over. Well, two showed up. Peta < car. =( Anyway, Nick (wrai), Ally (lunchbox_queen) and I played gamecube, Scrabble and Squabble. Squabble is Scrabble with made up words. The only rules are that it has to be pronounceable (ironically, I am not sure that's a word) and you have to make up a meaning for your word. Ally wrote some down when the board was finished -
The Monday before last was confused and it hailed on me on my way to work. I had an umbrella but from my knees down got pelted and soaking wet and I had to spend my shift making squelching noises. When my shift was over the sky was blue as blue. Absurd. It could have been worse for me, though, lots of people didn't have an umbrella and were wearing shorts and thongs and other spring clothes.
Some days after that when the lemon meringue pie was all cold and eaten, I made an apple pie. I love baking. The best bit is when people say "Mmm! This is really good!" ^-^
Speaking of baking, last Thursday Ally invited me over and we made Snickerdoodles. They are these little sweet cookies with cinnamon and they are as good as their cute name. She also burnt me a copy of Monkey Island 1, Secret of Monkey Island, so I finished that in 2 days. Such a good series.
Last Saturday Ally and I went shopping in Newcastle. My work shoes are all broken and I'd worn holes in the soles so I was determined to finally get some new ones. Well, I got Doc Marten boots. Very expensive $189 boots. It's the second largest amount of money I've spent on an item, the first being my gamecube and my Brooks joggers (also completely worn out with holes) being knocked down to third. (Which really begs the question, why do I spend so much money on shoes, and how come they get so worn out?) I also got all the stuff I need to make an awesome skirt for a craft exchange I'm participating in on the QC forums.
Also that Saturday, Halina (lilacdead) turned 21 and held a party. Ally, Matt and I pitched in and bought her a neat Emily the Strange bag from the Rock Shop. It was a dress up party, you can see the photos I took with Nick's camera here. I am not in the photos. The pistol Peter is holding in his right hand is mine, and that was pretty much my entire costume. It was a small and low-key party, we watched TV (Iron chef with mushrooms!) and played my gamecube (by request). I didn't really have a drinking buddy so I had 14 shot glasses of alcohol by myself. Mostly mixed in stuff. Playing games drunk is quite hilarious. Also, it was noted I am more likely to stick up for myself when drunk. I didn't unplug your modem Nathan so nyergh! o.o'
Sunday night I was making a sandwich for lunch the next day and I carelessly sliced open my finger whilst cutting open an avocado. It was kind of spooky, mum was home but I didn't want to wake her because she'd probably only freak out and ban me from touching a knife ever again. Seriously, I was about 18 before she could stand to see me cut a slice of cheese and not freak out and take over. So with blood pouring all over the place I found some band aids and somehow managed to put one on and then cleaned up. Once the adrenalin wore off it hurt like hell. I can't believe how much it bled, looking at it now it's not even 1cm across, but I couldn't tell that at the time.
Monday I gave my Docs the first proper test run. I left early because I figured I wouldn't be able to walk as fast as normal until they were worn in. Boy was I right, in fact, I still missed my train. When I got on the next train I took off my boots and realised they were giving me blisters. So I got off a stop early at Waratah so I could stop at the chemist on my way to TAFE. The ladies recommended some crappy, expensive Scholl blister treatment plasters. "They form a second skin," they said. "They're really good" they said. My ass. They slid around and off my blisters not 50 metres down the road. The pain worsened and I started walking on tip toes to ease the friction on my heels. Eventually that caused burning pains in the soles of my feet. By the time I passed the KFC I couldn't stand it any more so I took off my boots and walked in my socks the rest of the way, risking glass and other nasties. I arrived at TAFE very late and stayed for Anne's class. Then I ditched a test we had so I have time to walk all the way back to Waratah to get better band aids from a different chemist. On the way I was approached by a man with a bike.
"Excuse me" he said. "Can you please tell me how much the back of my head is bleeding?"
I am totally serious.
Always wanting to be helpful, I obliged and look at the back of his head. "You've got two spots of blood there mate, they're not bleeding, you've just got some small holes." "Ah" he said somewhat relieved and explained that he was attacked by a magpie. I was properly sympathetic, it's nesting season after all and those magpies can be vicious. In fact, the man pointed out the magpie in question who was still watching it's victim from a telegraph pole with a steely glare. I decided that was my cue, reassured the man once more that it isn't too bad and left.
When I arrive at the chemist I get giant band aids, aloe vera gel and soov antiseptic cream and fix up my feet as best I can. It's not too bad back to the station, but when I begin the walk to work I eventually can't bear it. Now I am getting bruises on the top of my feet along with the other pains. I take off my boots for a while but when the path turns to pebble concrete I can't bear that either so I reluctantly put my boots back on. I am in tears by the time I reach the engineering block and sook my way to the hunter building. The library is in sight by then and I am incredibly relieved. I put more cream on my feet before I start work and eat my sandwich. Now, there are two libraries at Newcastle Uni, Auchmuty and Huxley. Sometimes when we're rostered at Auchmuty they write a message on a whiteboard in the returns room to send us to Huxley. 5 mins before my shift starts I check said board which is blank and send a message to Ally so she knows where I am, and then I start work as normal. Part way through my first trolley load of books a message comes over the intercom "Blitz team to the service desk please" so we wander down to see what they want. We are chastised for not checking the board as we were meant to (although we did and it was blank when we checked but I don't think Shaun believed us) and are sent to Huxley. Argh! More walking! I send another message to Ally so she knows where I now am and I don't think I've ever been so glad as I was when she picked me up.
I have the buyers remorse really bad. XD
I woke up this morning and could barely get out of bed for sore, stiff legs worn out from limping and tip-toe walking. I eventually got up and dad gave me a lift into Maitland for a very dull excursion to Maitland City Council. It was very good of dad, I thought. Last time I got a lift with mum to the station because Afterwards I bought extra thick socks and got lunch, but I underestimated what time the train would leave and missed it so I was late for work. The thick socks helped a fair bit, but when I got home my brand new hole proof socks were sort of fleecing and coming apart. Talk about your bad luck. I did find $10 in the street though. There was only an elderly couple in sight so I asked if they'd dropped it and the man said "No, it looks like it's yours now love" so I kept it.
Actually, now that I think about all the bad luck with purchases I've been having, I wonder if that haircut I booked for Friday will be a good idea... I may end up with dreadlocks or a Mohawk or something the way I'm going...
There. What a huge entry. I could do more, and I want to comment and such, but I am tired. Tomorrow then, after work. Anyway, this entry will teach you all to encourage me to blog! ;)
3 weekends ago I invited friends over. Well, two showed up. Peta < car. =( Anyway, Nick (wrai), Ally (lunchbox_queen) and I played gamecube, Scrabble and Squabble. Squabble is Scrabble with made up words. The only rules are that it has to be pronounceable (ironically, I am not sure that's a word) and you have to make up a meaning for your word. Ally wrote some down when the board was finished -
- JUANEEP - small Mexican town made of mice
- ICREA - small flightless Swedish bird
- FANWINTY - Norse winter myth of a giant fan
- VEOVER - the protagonist of an LotR fanfic
- NINTERD - a dunce ninja
- ZOGD - to be chloroformed
- UNSETI - small African town housing a large satellite dish
- HILOWGUE - the prologue to a hill
- UESHITA - Japanese mobile toilet company
- FECEA - upper class British mobile toilet company
- WOVEAQ - infomercial only knitting machine
- ABZL - to be, or having abs
- BAMFY - adjective of bamf
The Monday before last was confused and it hailed on me on my way to work. I had an umbrella but from my knees down got pelted and soaking wet and I had to spend my shift making squelching noises. When my shift was over the sky was blue as blue. Absurd. It could have been worse for me, though, lots of people didn't have an umbrella and were wearing shorts and thongs and other spring clothes.
Some days after that when the lemon meringue pie was all cold and eaten, I made an apple pie. I love baking. The best bit is when people say "Mmm! This is really good!" ^-^
Speaking of baking, last Thursday Ally invited me over and we made Snickerdoodles. They are these little sweet cookies with cinnamon and they are as good as their cute name. She also burnt me a copy of Monkey Island 1, Secret of Monkey Island, so I finished that in 2 days. Such a good series.
Last Saturday Ally and I went shopping in Newcastle. My work shoes are all broken and I'd worn holes in the soles so I was determined to finally get some new ones. Well, I got Doc Marten boots. Very expensive $189 boots. It's the second largest amount of money I've spent on an item, the first being my gamecube and my Brooks joggers (also completely worn out with holes) being knocked down to third. (Which really begs the question, why do I spend so much money on shoes, and how come they get so worn out?) I also got all the stuff I need to make an awesome skirt for a craft exchange I'm participating in on the QC forums.
Also that Saturday, Halina (lilacdead) turned 21 and held a party. Ally, Matt and I pitched in and bought her a neat Emily the Strange bag from the Rock Shop. It was a dress up party, you can see the photos I took with Nick's camera here. I am not in the photos. The pistol Peter is holding in his right hand is mine, and that was pretty much my entire costume. It was a small and low-key party, we watched TV (Iron chef with mushrooms!) and played my gamecube (by request). I didn't really have a drinking buddy so I had 14 shot glasses of alcohol by myself. Mostly mixed in stuff. Playing games drunk is quite hilarious. Also, it was noted I am more likely to stick up for myself when drunk. I didn't unplug your modem Nathan so nyergh! o.o'
Sunday night I was making a sandwich for lunch the next day and I carelessly sliced open my finger whilst cutting open an avocado. It was kind of spooky, mum was home but I didn't want to wake her because she'd probably only freak out and ban me from touching a knife ever again. Seriously, I was about 18 before she could stand to see me cut a slice of cheese and not freak out and take over. So with blood pouring all over the place I found some band aids and somehow managed to put one on and then cleaned up. Once the adrenalin wore off it hurt like hell. I can't believe how much it bled, looking at it now it's not even 1cm across, but I couldn't tell that at the time.
Monday I gave my Docs the first proper test run. I left early because I figured I wouldn't be able to walk as fast as normal until they were worn in. Boy was I right, in fact, I still missed my train. When I got on the next train I took off my boots and realised they were giving me blisters. So I got off a stop early at Waratah so I could stop at the chemist on my way to TAFE. The ladies recommended some crappy, expensive Scholl blister treatment plasters. "They form a second skin," they said. "They're really good" they said. My ass. They slid around and off my blisters not 50 metres down the road. The pain worsened and I started walking on tip toes to ease the friction on my heels. Eventually that caused burning pains in the soles of my feet. By the time I passed the KFC I couldn't stand it any more so I took off my boots and walked in my socks the rest of the way, risking glass and other nasties. I arrived at TAFE very late and stayed for Anne's class. Then I ditched a test we had so I have time to walk all the way back to Waratah to get better band aids from a different chemist. On the way I was approached by a man with a bike.
"Excuse me" he said. "Can you please tell me how much the back of my head is bleeding?"
I am totally serious.
Always wanting to be helpful, I obliged and look at the back of his head. "You've got two spots of blood there mate, they're not bleeding, you've just got some small holes." "Ah" he said somewhat relieved and explained that he was attacked by a magpie. I was properly sympathetic, it's nesting season after all and those magpies can be vicious. In fact, the man pointed out the magpie in question who was still watching it's victim from a telegraph pole with a steely glare. I decided that was my cue, reassured the man once more that it isn't too bad and left.
When I arrive at the chemist I get giant band aids, aloe vera gel and soov antiseptic cream and fix up my feet as best I can. It's not too bad back to the station, but when I begin the walk to work I eventually can't bear it. Now I am getting bruises on the top of my feet along with the other pains. I take off my boots for a while but when the path turns to pebble concrete I can't bear that either so I reluctantly put my boots back on. I am in tears by the time I reach the engineering block and sook my way to the hunter building. The library is in sight by then and I am incredibly relieved. I put more cream on my feet before I start work and eat my sandwich. Now, there are two libraries at Newcastle Uni, Auchmuty and Huxley. Sometimes when we're rostered at Auchmuty they write a message on a whiteboard in the returns room to send us to Huxley. 5 mins before my shift starts I check said board which is blank and send a message to Ally so she knows where I am, and then I start work as normal. Part way through my first trolley load of books a message comes over the intercom "Blitz team to the service desk please" so we wander down to see what they want. We are chastised for not checking the board as we were meant to (although we did and it was blank when we checked but I don't think Shaun believed us) and are sent to Huxley. Argh! More walking! I send another message to Ally so she knows where I now am and I don't think I've ever been so glad as I was when she picked me up.
I have the buyers remorse really bad. XD
I woke up this morning and could barely get out of bed for sore, stiff legs worn out from limping and tip-toe walking. I eventually got up and dad gave me a lift into Maitland for a very dull excursion to Maitland City Council. It was very good of dad, I thought. Last time I got a lift with mum to the station because Afterwards I bought extra thick socks and got lunch, but I underestimated what time the train would leave and missed it so I was late for work. The thick socks helped a fair bit, but when I got home my brand new hole proof socks were sort of fleecing and coming apart. Talk about your bad luck. I did find $10 in the street though. There was only an elderly couple in sight so I asked if they'd dropped it and the man said "No, it looks like it's yours now love" so I kept it.
Actually, now that I think about all the bad luck with purchases I've been having, I wonder if that haircut I booked for Friday will be a good idea... I may end up with dreadlocks or a Mohawk or something the way I'm going...
There. What a huge entry. I could do more, and I want to comment and such, but I am tired. Tomorrow then, after work. Anyway, this entry will teach you all to encourage me to blog! ;)