Oh yes, there will be ducklings

About a fortnight ago, I made a Decision. I’d been feeling diffusely miserable for ages, and I was sick of it, so I decided to Stop It. I decided that what was required was a return to the devil-may-care, Pollyanna-shaming, never-failingly-optimistic, near-offensively Upbeat Attitude we all used to know and love/find incredibly irritating.

Best. Thing. Ever.

Everything since then has been great. And it wasn’t just that I had a good couple of weeks, either. A series of Minor Disasters, several Right Kerfuffles and one or two Utter Catastrophes have occurred since then, and each time, I’ve taken a deep breath and said “Oh well, it’s all for the best, I suppose. At least x-good-thing…”

I lost my favourite bracelet apparently forever but really for 2 days.

I didn’t get the job I’d set my heart on, but realised that I really quite like my actual job.

I was completely unable to do the stats in my assignment, but I got someone to help me and made a friend in the process, an adventure which also starred, in a supporting role, one of those Enormous Lollipops.

I realised, not once, not twice, but three times that my psychology report had been done in some completely wrong way and needed to be rethunk and rewritten, but I just did it, and I learned more as a result, and now it’s done at last.

I missed seeing The Devil Wears Prada with everyone, but Sylvia and I had a Quest to see it instead.

In short, Everything is Awesome.

Also, I’ve been playing a game called Killer, and I’m still alive, and have successfully struck twice so far.

Plus, I just finished reading one of thise Georgette Heyer books, and they really are great. This one had the usual dénouement/it-all-worked-out-in-the-end-scene/thingy at the end, which was, as usual great. But this one had an added bonus that for no apparent reason (although nicely supported in the plot), the author seems to have said to herself “this is great and all, but wouldn’t it be better with a bit more, I don’t know, adorableness? Actually, d’you know what’s adorable? Ducklings! Who doesn’t love ducklings? Everyone loves ducklings! Adorable duckling-featuring for all!” And just bunged them in to the last scene to run around the floor, getting underfoot and snuggling at people. It’s all just so absurdly wonderful.

Also, Tim’s nearly finished his thesis, and if it hasn’t killed him yet, I see no reason why it should now. Clearly it’s all going to be dandy, eventually. And not in too long a while, either.

And, and, I got a nice new dress. It’s red and white and summery and says Billabong on it in small letters somewhere, and it cost $70. I wasn’t sure, but I decided to buy it in the spirit of diffuse celebration, and Lo! When I got home that evening, Sylvia gave me $70 which she owed me which I’d forgotten about!
So it’s basically a Free dress! How cool is that? Iwore it today, and it was very comfortable, and although I got a dreadful tummy ache for no apparent reason this afternoon, it wasn’t the dress’ fault, and then the tummy ache went away all by itself anyway! Huzzah!

Merry October, peoples.

P.S.: My computer just crashed, but Just After I’d saved my post! I’ve been writing essays constantly for weeks until today! If that had happened at any time in the last 2 months, it would have been an Awful Catastrophe, but as it was, nada! You see? Life smiles upon us.

Also, I have a fringe now. I wasn’t sure at first, but now I begin to grow quite fond of it. Do be sure to notice it if you see me. Not many people do (notice it), which probably is a good thing in a fringe. I don’t think I’d want a “Dear God! She sure does have a fring now. My word, yes!”-sort of fringe. So, yeah. :D

Or ought that be “:D now, with a fringe? Mayhap not. Hmmm…


P.P.S.: Also, today we had a Baking Day! Sylvia and I (Catie being in Canberra) made (it being a rainy Sunday and Sylvia having an essay due tomorrow) these things, this afternoon: a great many Delicious Biscuits, Homemade Custard, a Golden Pudding, an enormous quantity of Tiny Meringues with flaked almonds on them, and an experimental Coq Au Vin Pie. Oh, and we had bacon and egg sandwiches, too. Mmmmm…

Deliciousness abounds!

Plus, yesterday evening, having run out of book, I read an old fanfic, and rediscovered (once again) how Truly Marvellous Emphatic Capitalisation can be. I submit for your perusal these two small paragraphs. Genius I say!

“ Fleetingly the thought crossed Draco’s mind that Potter had a Very Good Point. His scowl deepened. “Honestly, Potter, now that I’ve got you here do you think I’d let you go? Ha! A-hahaha!”

(Fleetingly the thought crossed Harry’s mind that what he had taken all these years for Pure Malice was by all appearances merely Amateur Theatrics.) ”

Man, it just doesn’t get any more neat than this kind of thing.

And today's Day of The Day is.... Wednesday!

I read a couple of the Original Few blog posts here at the Inadvertent Blog and have come to a Conclusion.

This blog has Gone to Pot.

We don't even do Emphatic Capitalisations anymore! There is, in fact, false advertising in the title box thingy! False Advertising, even. Caps and all!

I hereby resolve to do my best to solve this problem. The whineyness (whininess? whining?) must end!

To this end, the autobiographical and complaint-based content of the blog is hopefully to be strictly reduced, with a view to a complete phasing out by Christmas. Tangents are to be reinstated and with Luck, the strange non-sequiturs we know and love will return forthwith.

In related news: Christmas! We face, as always, an important question: how early is Too Early to Get Excited about Christmas? (Hmmm... something about typing a question like that after a paragraph of waffle makes me feel like Carrie from Sex In The City, a bit. "blather blather blather... When it comes to Sex, how early is too early?" and then you devote the rest of the episode to answering it. But let's not, just this once)

Actually, that tangent was almost not a tangent at all, really. I'd just mentioned Christmas, then I said there'd be non sequiturs which I followed (sequor-ed) with a non sequitur about Christmas. Which makes it not a non sequitur, sort of. Mmmm.... deliciosly paradoxy.

Now there's a good-quality word: Paradoxy.

Paradoxy: [1] (adj.) like unto a paradox.
[2] (preposition) beside/aligned with a lady of easy virtue. "He lay there, paradoxy, as she explained the fee structure to him."

Although I don't know if they lie next to you while the explain to fees. I imagine they'd sit or stand. It'd be awfully disempowering to try to explain to people that they owe you money while supine. At least from lying prone you can leap up, especially if you're a surfer. That's harder than it looks, mind you. Especially if you have to be careful not to tip the board over, because those things are terribly unstable. And here, I suppose, the hypothetical lady would be at an advantage; beds are not only springy, they're also, by and large, not surfboards, which is almost always a good thing, I think.

Back to Christmas, however. On the very first day of September, Spring Day One, I was in a David Jones and they were putting (that word always looks wrong) up decorations already. That, one can't help but feel, displays such an over-abundance of Christmas spirit that one must suspect an ulterior motive of some kind. Mind you, they had a really nice wreath, and if it weren't for the fact that I felt that it would be wrong to encourage them in this blatant folly, I'd have bought it. If I had money now, maybe I could go and get it now? Or is it still Too Early?

See, there are the proponents of the "no getting excited until December" view, the slightly more mellow are ok with it as of the 25th of November, but I really think that any time after the mid-semester break is pretty much Open Season ('s greetings. hehe)

Shall we have a Christmas party? I think that'd be Pretty Neat. Hmmm... I shall open negotiations forthwith. Huzzah!