melancholy not dispelled by music, which Krista actually characterized at one point as "cheerful"!
1. What is your favourite fruit?
So many... I may have been a fruit bat in a previous life. Pineapple, watermelon, blueberries, bananas, and raspberries top the list.
2. What is the last book you read?
Marley & Me. Cody's grandma gave it to me for Christmas; hardly a literary classic, but it was cute and funny, and I cried. On to Tess of the D'Urbervilles...
3. Do you like any of your school photos?
Some of the ones from elementary school were quite cute, but I wasn't too fond of any from high school.
4. Do you ever blowdry your armpits to get the deodorant to dry quicker?
No haha. I accidentally bought liquid deodorant once, and I intend not to make that mistake ever again. Poor deodorant, it was abandoned in Auckland airport as I raced through security trying to catch my flight (which was in the final stages of boarding, and still a ten minute dash away); the security guy asked me if I had any liquids in my bag, and instead of just lying*, I handed it over. He very grimly pointed out that I didn't have it in the required ziplock bag, and I ran away, screaming, "You can keep it! I don't bloody care!!!"
*This would have worked, I had several other liquid things in my bag that I'd forgotten about and didn't surrender, and no one ever noticed those. Good thing I'm not a terrorist.
5. What was the last film you watched?
The Kite Runner. It was excellent. Mom and I went two nights ago; I haven't read the book yet, but she has and said it was almost exactly like the book. Definitely in the top five best movies I've seen in the last year.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually dead, or dreaming. The ball dropped on New Year's Eve of last year, and ever since then I've felt like I'm having a bad dream but that I just can't seem to wake up.
As for the dead part, when I went off into that ditch last month my first thought was to wonder if perhaps I actually hit a tree or rolled the car and died, but that maybe when we die we just keep on thinking we're alive and create our own personal version of the future. And that maybe there are bad ghosts because some people can't make that imagined life a happy one. I don't know. It was weird and creepy.
A Fine Frenzy is a fine band. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't pay attention to the lyrics. It goes in shifts, I listen to things at the wrong times and then associate them with that mood; last time it was Neko Case, and I'm only just finally to the point where I can listen to her again without crying. :/ And it makes me miss Krista. Sometimes I feel a little wistful and wish I was back in New Zealand. Sometimes I wish I'd never gone, and then sometimes I wish I'd never come home. Nothing really feels right anymore, and no place feels like home. I'm trying to not get too excited about my apartment, either, because the girl that lived there before me has already signed the lease to keep it for next year, starting in June when my lease ends. :( So there's not much point in getting attached to it, unless she falls down drunk and breaks both her legs and has to take a year off to recuperate and I take over her lease? So terrible.
But I'm hoping this year and this semester are better, even though things don't feel that great at the moment. My schedule seems very open at this point, even though I'm taking the 18 credit max, but I'm sure I will probably end up working myself to death to keep ahead of three studios. Even if one is being taught by Richard......
(I had Richard for Painting last year; he's a sweet guy but a lousy teacher. Mostly he wandered around Harder and left us alone. He likes me. I like him. I wish he could be my adopted grandfather.)
Speaking of grandparents, mine are doing sort of alright. My grandma who had the stroke has made a complete recovery. When I left she was lying in a hospital bed, and when I came back she was scurrying around the house, adjusting her beehive and trying to forcefeed everyone in sight. The other set, my dad's parents, are doing not so well. Grandpa was in the hospital for a bit, and neither of them can drive or care for one another in case of an emergency so now they are living with my aunt. My poor poor aunt... Grandma's a bit like a wolverine, only slightly less good-natured and friendly. Kathy seems to have mellowed; she's never been very nice to my mum, but the last two times we were there (after Thanksgiving and Christmas), she was really pleasant and we actually had a good time. My cousin Gina, who's 15 now, seems to be spending a lot of time at friends' houses. Haha. Grandpa is stone deaf and oblivious, and he's quite weak, but is still generally cheerful and a good sport.
I haven't had much inclination to write lately. Not really that much to say... The bad point of which is that when I do say things they're very disconnected and probably don't make sense to anyone but me; I've always enjoyed blogs where people write every day and even if they don't say much you almost feel like you know them because they explain just enough about people and events to make sense. When I say blogs I really mean, the one single blog that I read outside of Livejournal, which I found by accident while doing a Google image search for an art project.
In other news, my mother is writing a book about her Christmas ornament collection, and I have been enlisted to take the photos. We've been working almost every day for the last two weeks or more. Originally she thought there were 200 or 300, but when we hit the 278 mark last night I made her go count the rest. There are still 200 more. If I never see an ornament again it may be too soon.... PS I will never ever be able to do product photography for a living. It makes me too stroppy.
Loki is curled up right in front of my compute chair; I want to put my feet on her like she's a furry squishy foot warmer thing but she'd probably take it amiss. And I want her to come sleep with me later, I need cuddling and purring right now.
So many... I may have been a fruit bat in a previous life. Pineapple, watermelon, blueberries, bananas, and raspberries top the list.
2. What is the last book you read?
Marley & Me. Cody's grandma gave it to me for Christmas; hardly a literary classic, but it was cute and funny, and I cried. On to Tess of the D'Urbervilles...
3. Do you like any of your school photos?
Some of the ones from elementary school were quite cute, but I wasn't too fond of any from high school.
4. Do you ever blowdry your armpits to get the deodorant to dry quicker?
No haha. I accidentally bought liquid deodorant once, and I intend not to make that mistake ever again. Poor deodorant, it was abandoned in Auckland airport as I raced through security trying to catch my flight (which was in the final stages of boarding, and still a ten minute dash away); the security guy asked me if I had any liquids in my bag, and instead of just lying*, I handed it over. He very grimly pointed out that I didn't have it in the required ziplock bag, and I ran away, screaming, "You can keep it! I don't bloody care!!!"
*This would have worked, I had several other liquid things in my bag that I'd forgotten about and didn't surrender, and no one ever noticed those. Good thing I'm not a terrorist.
5. What was the last film you watched?
The Kite Runner. It was excellent. Mom and I went two nights ago; I haven't read the book yet, but she has and said it was almost exactly like the book. Definitely in the top five best movies I've seen in the last year.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually dead, or dreaming. The ball dropped on New Year's Eve of last year, and ever since then I've felt like I'm having a bad dream but that I just can't seem to wake up.
As for the dead part, when I went off into that ditch last month my first thought was to wonder if perhaps I actually hit a tree or rolled the car and died, but that maybe when we die we just keep on thinking we're alive and create our own personal version of the future. And that maybe there are bad ghosts because some people can't make that imagined life a happy one. I don't know. It was weird and creepy.
A Fine Frenzy is a fine band. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't pay attention to the lyrics. It goes in shifts, I listen to things at the wrong times and then associate them with that mood; last time it was Neko Case, and I'm only just finally to the point where I can listen to her again without crying. :/ And it makes me miss Krista. Sometimes I feel a little wistful and wish I was back in New Zealand. Sometimes I wish I'd never gone, and then sometimes I wish I'd never come home. Nothing really feels right anymore, and no place feels like home. I'm trying to not get too excited about my apartment, either, because the girl that lived there before me has already signed the lease to keep it for next year, starting in June when my lease ends. :( So there's not much point in getting attached to it, unless she falls down drunk and breaks both her legs and has to take a year off to recuperate and I take over her lease? So terrible.
But I'm hoping this year and this semester are better, even though things don't feel that great at the moment. My schedule seems very open at this point, even though I'm taking the 18 credit max, but I'm sure I will probably end up working myself to death to keep ahead of three studios. Even if one is being taught by Richard......
(I had Richard for Painting last year; he's a sweet guy but a lousy teacher. Mostly he wandered around Harder and left us alone. He likes me. I like him. I wish he could be my adopted grandfather.)
Speaking of grandparents, mine are doing sort of alright. My grandma who had the stroke has made a complete recovery. When I left she was lying in a hospital bed, and when I came back she was scurrying around the house, adjusting her beehive and trying to forcefeed everyone in sight. The other set, my dad's parents, are doing not so well. Grandpa was in the hospital for a bit, and neither of them can drive or care for one another in case of an emergency so now they are living with my aunt. My poor poor aunt... Grandma's a bit like a wolverine, only slightly less good-natured and friendly. Kathy seems to have mellowed; she's never been very nice to my mum, but the last two times we were there (after Thanksgiving and Christmas), she was really pleasant and we actually had a good time. My cousin Gina, who's 15 now, seems to be spending a lot of time at friends' houses. Haha. Grandpa is stone deaf and oblivious, and he's quite weak, but is still generally cheerful and a good sport.
I haven't had much inclination to write lately. Not really that much to say... The bad point of which is that when I do say things they're very disconnected and probably don't make sense to anyone but me; I've always enjoyed blogs where people write every day and even if they don't say much you almost feel like you know them because they explain just enough about people and events to make sense. When I say blogs I really mean, the one single blog that I read outside of Livejournal, which I found by accident while doing a Google image search for an art project.
In other news, my mother is writing a book about her Christmas ornament collection, and I have been enlisted to take the photos. We've been working almost every day for the last two weeks or more. Originally she thought there were 200 or 300, but when we hit the 278 mark last night I made her go count the rest. There are still 200 more. If I never see an ornament again it may be too soon.... PS I will never ever be able to do product photography for a living. It makes me too stroppy.
Loki is curled up right in front of my compute chair; I want to put my feet on her like she's a furry squishy foot warmer thing but she'd probably take it amiss. And I want her to come sleep with me later, I need cuddling and purring right now.