I went to sleep at 4pm and woke up at 9:45 at night thinking it was 5am, todays been a bit strange
But hey, considering my sleeping schedule that's not all that strange.
I had some more tests today, so far I've seen inside my head and now my kidneys. Naturally I have no idea what any of the images mean, but it's kind of cool, in a gross way, seeing those black and white images.
It's off to the doctors tomorrow so she can tell me what it all means, then probably a brain storm for what tests come next, I wish they'd just stick me in a hospital already and just do everything at once. Though of course I don't really, I've spent more time in hospitals over the past few years than most people do in their entire lives.
I rewatched Julie and Julia tonight and I know it's sappy but it was as lovely as I remembered it. With the added benefit of Danny from the Mindy Project now being more recognizable to me. What a little darling.
For a 'fluff' movie it has some good lessons and I like that it's based on something(s) real. Both characters are pretty great, strong ladies who make mistakes but get what they want and more in the end. It's nice to watch and know that it's possible, even when you're a little futher from all of that than you would have wanted like I am at the moment.
I think one of the best things about the movie is the way it adresses idolisation. There comes the moment where Julie discovers that the woman who inspired her and taught her it all couldn't stand her. The woman who she befriended, in her mind and held her hand when even her husband and friends would not. Naturally she's shattered, but the way she rebuilds makes the difference for me at least, between hollywood trash and something based at least slightly in reality. She holds onto the idea that she has, after all, it's really just another side of herself that has grown and since been set free over the course of her learning to cook and share her experiences with the world and she gets things done.
She gets published, she get's a movie, she makes more books. Is she best friends with her idol in real life? No. Not everyone and most people really, don't get the Grant Morrison, Gerard Way sort of situation and that's fine, but I like what she has. I think it makes sense. Instead of being fanatical and trying to change herself to meet the standards of someone she quite franky didn't and would never know, she held strong within herself and her resolve. Thart I think, is what real inspiration is meant to be like.
So I guess that for the most part was a lot of nothing, nice nothing, but nothing all the same. Didi's on my lap right now, a rare occurance since she abandoned me for Duncans room when he first moved in a while ago. I'm eyeing off a small old copy of 'Down the garden path' I picked up at the last life line bookfest (an insanely huge book sale held in a giant convention centre for a week a fw times a year run by thrift stores, it's utter heaven and you can get 100 year old books for 2.50 a piece.) It's possibly the dorkiest book on the planet. Considering it's just an old man talking about his garden, but seeing as how I'm really an 85 year old in a young persons body it's everything I love.
Lets face it, if I could have it my way I'd live in a cottage in the english countryside and cook and garden with my animals, occasionaly cooking for friends while I write and make art. It'd be bliss, but right now I'm renting a weird old house in brisbane, that's filled with spiders and doors under it's stairs, with too much heat and weird cold weather and more sunshine than anyone can honestly handle. I don't hate it, but I don't adore it either. Perhaps a little more time in the garden would help.
For now I'm going to make a list of things to buy for tomorrow, as I am making Beed Bourguignon during the day before going out for a while to see a band called Goosebumps who literally just make songs up from the blurbs of Goosebumps books, pretty great huh?
Here's to sleeping, I hope I can catch some before my insanely early (it's 9am but to me that's 5am) doctor's appointment and don't spend the entire night up planning recipes and gardening idea's
I had some more tests today, so far I've seen inside my head and now my kidneys. Naturally I have no idea what any of the images mean, but it's kind of cool, in a gross way, seeing those black and white images.
It's off to the doctors tomorrow so she can tell me what it all means, then probably a brain storm for what tests come next, I wish they'd just stick me in a hospital already and just do everything at once. Though of course I don't really, I've spent more time in hospitals over the past few years than most people do in their entire lives.
I rewatched Julie and Julia tonight and I know it's sappy but it was as lovely as I remembered it. With the added benefit of Danny from the Mindy Project now being more recognizable to me. What a little darling.
For a 'fluff' movie it has some good lessons and I like that it's based on something(s) real. Both characters are pretty great, strong ladies who make mistakes but get what they want and more in the end. It's nice to watch and know that it's possible, even when you're a little futher from all of that than you would have wanted like I am at the moment.
I think one of the best things about the movie is the way it adresses idolisation. There comes the moment where Julie discovers that the woman who inspired her and taught her it all couldn't stand her. The woman who she befriended, in her mind and held her hand when even her husband and friends would not. Naturally she's shattered, but the way she rebuilds makes the difference for me at least, between hollywood trash and something based at least slightly in reality. She holds onto the idea that she has, after all, it's really just another side of herself that has grown and since been set free over the course of her learning to cook and share her experiences with the world and she gets things done.
She gets published, she get's a movie, she makes more books. Is she best friends with her idol in real life? No. Not everyone and most people really, don't get the Grant Morrison, Gerard Way sort of situation and that's fine, but I like what she has. I think it makes sense. Instead of being fanatical and trying to change herself to meet the standards of someone she quite franky didn't and would never know, she held strong within herself and her resolve. Thart I think, is what real inspiration is meant to be like.
So I guess that for the most part was a lot of nothing, nice nothing, but nothing all the same. Didi's on my lap right now, a rare occurance since she abandoned me for Duncans room when he first moved in a while ago. I'm eyeing off a small old copy of 'Down the garden path' I picked up at the last life line bookfest (an insanely huge book sale held in a giant convention centre for a week a fw times a year run by thrift stores, it's utter heaven and you can get 100 year old books for 2.50 a piece.) It's possibly the dorkiest book on the planet. Considering it's just an old man talking about his garden, but seeing as how I'm really an 85 year old in a young persons body it's everything I love.
Lets face it, if I could have it my way I'd live in a cottage in the english countryside and cook and garden with my animals, occasionaly cooking for friends while I write and make art. It'd be bliss, but right now I'm renting a weird old house in brisbane, that's filled with spiders and doors under it's stairs, with too much heat and weird cold weather and more sunshine than anyone can honestly handle. I don't hate it, but I don't adore it either. Perhaps a little more time in the garden would help.
For now I'm going to make a list of things to buy for tomorrow, as I am making Beed Bourguignon during the day before going out for a while to see a band called Goosebumps who literally just make songs up from the blurbs of Goosebumps books, pretty great huh?
Here's to sleeping, I hope I can catch some before my insanely early (it's 9am but to me that's 5am) doctor's appointment and don't spend the entire night up planning recipes and gardening idea's