I think I'm allergic to Tuesdays

I've been feeling upbeat and happy all week, like maybe even too upbeat and happy, but as soon as Tuesday afternoon hit, WHAM! Sad, low mood, sighs etc. What on earth is that about?

Since I'm feeling downbeat, here are the (completely inadequate to account for my mood) things that are non-good that have happened:

- I have a shift of work on Friday
- I seem to have got all my assignment dates muddled, so who knows what's due when?
- The people I work with (not 'work for', the other ones) said that maybe they weren't going to have a day off on Friday after all, so they would get back to me and let me know if I was still working then. (That's so out of line, they don't get to change my shifts for me, only the boss or manager can do that)
- I saw Tim for half an hour today, for the first time in days, during which time we ended up sitting with other people. I may see him briefly again tomorrow in similar circumstances, and then I won't again for at least a week. Stupid thesis. Ditto next week.
- I'm tired of being tired all the time.
- I just read Alicia's post about the EU's secret 4th goal, and now I feel all full of ire and grumpiness at that stupid organisation. I knew it was awful and wrong. Ugh.
- My lunch was expensive and yucky.
- I've managed to double book my already rushed Thursday evening, somehow.
- I didn't actually achieve my only goal for this weekend.
- We went and saw Snakes on a Plane, which was the worst movie ever, and in fact we left early. But I hadn't been to the movies in forever (the lastthing I saw was Cars) and I feel cheated.
- We didn't manage to register the Aardvark party in time, so there's no hope this year.


On the other hand, I actually should be happy, on account of:

- I now get to pick whether I work on Firday or not, I guess.
- I have an extra week to get my History essay done, it turns out.
- I have heaps of great new clothes as of this weekend, much of it bought for me by my saintly parents.
- This latter includes a formal dress for wearing to formal weddings, such as:
- It turns out I definitely am invited to the reception of that wedding I was confused about.
- I now have my FULL LICENSE and thus do not have to complete another driving test in the foreseeable future of the next 60 years.
-I didn't actually have to pay for the movie tickets, because of afore-mentioned parents.
- It's spring and all deliciously summery and so on.

So what gives? Stupid Tuesdays!

21st soon

My 21st is pretty soon, so it occurs to me that I ought to ask if anyone would particularly like to give a speech or has any good pictures. If the former, tell me, if the latter, then email them to me asap, and we'll en-slideshow them.

Gosh, how exciting.

New House! And consequent housewarming!

We just moved house this weekend, which is pretty nifty, so all of you various friend-types are invited to a Housewarming Party the Friday after next, the 4th of August in the evening, starting at say 7.00 pm. (But starting times may change, so re-check here before you come).

It's at Maroubra, which is cool, ask me or Catie or Sylvia offline for the address details (this is my one concession to security-conscious behaviour, otherwise all those spammers might actually turn up on our doorstep and try to sell us Penis-enlargment or something).

More or less BYO, which tends to be the way with our parties, and any contributions to soft drink and nibbles fund would be greatly appreciated, since moving is suprisingly expensive.

So, to recap:

When:
7 pm, Friday, 4/8/06

Where:
Maroubra the new Lilyfield

Who:
You, if I know you, rather than you just stumbling on this blog, or even then, I suppose, if you're nice and like my blog.

Transport:
There's heaps of parking, and also the 377 and a couple of other buses go right to our door. Also we're a short walk from the beach, so any beach service plus a 300 m walk would do.
We haven't got a huge amount of space, so not everyone can stay over, but we still have a few couches, and if you like we can definitely give you a nice patch of carpet if you bring a sleeping bag.

What to bring:
Anything you'd like to drink out of the ordinary (we have a small amount of damn near everything, but not a huge amount of anything much except soft drinks.
Also if the urge to buy us housewarming presents strikes you, don't fight it too hard. But not, y'know, a large dog or anything. Or a live octopus. We'll take anything else within reason though. Especially any spare inner-springed Queen-sized mattresses you might have lying around.
Sleeping bag if you'd like to stay over.
Your charming self.

Hope you can come, RuSerVuP as soon as you know so we can buy the right amounts of chips and such!

EDIT: Yay for everyone in the world! A patient just gave me a present or chocolates in a cool little case becasue she's really great and is generally happy to have a new small person in her life. Also, yesterday, Tim, who is the best boyfriend in the whole wide world and who, quite honestly, surpasses anything by way of imaginatry boyfriends that I could come up with too, yesterday gave me a really nice engraved bracelet out of the blue! Everyone is so nice and lovely.

Hey, it's only two weeks 'til August!

Man, I never seem to post anymore. Also, my sentences increasingly seem to begin "Man!" which is odd. Plus, many of them seem to start with the formula "word comma rest of sentence", I'm just noticing.

Hmmm.... Or Possibly: "Man, hmmm....." so as not to be inconsistent.

Anyway, (dammit, that one was an accident) heaps of stuff has happened, so instead of getting bogged down describing it all in any valid way, I'm going to leap precipitously to my latest thought, which is this: I will shortly be 21. Gosh. Golly-gee even. The actual age is meaningless, I'm not so old that I'm yet worried about being old, but I really have to get organised or no-one will be able to come.

As such, I should like you to all pencil in the evening of the 26th of August to come to Penrith for my party, more details when I think of them.

So this leads me to my next thought: shall I have a themed party? I often seem to, but they really are such jolly good fun. It'll probably be a bit chilly for cocktail dress, and my varied acquaintance would probably object if I went ahead with the "formal dress: tuxeudos, floor length dresses and elbow-length gloves" idea that I've been wistfully entertaining.

Some suggest a pirate party, but I hd one of those for my 18th, and I don't want people to think I have some kind of unhealthy fixation with pirates. (Mmmm... pirates.... Ahem.) Or 20s and 30s, but that's been done. Maybe even a 1940's party or something, and we could all come as people celebrating the defeat of those demmed Jerries or some such. Or... what?

So I appeal to you all for sugestions. I probably need some kind of theme, otherwise Bec'n'Sam will probably impose their own theme idea anyway, thus making the people they don't know/forgot to notify feel all left out. So yes, suggest! you have a week in which to submit any and all ideas, because Ireally need to get organised and write out invitations.

Help me!

Bugger

My email account with the rare and valuable 3 letter password and all my cool saved emails deleted itself. New Address (not typed out in full in fear of spam trawlers) Is angelacula at yahoo dot com dot au.

Also, exam. :(

Also, POTC 2! 06/07/2006! :D

And jonquils! :)

And also everyone in my family but especially me says thanks to Alicia for the condolence card all the way from germany, which is just above and beyond the call of duty.

As such, Leach wins this post's trivia star, and I've decided to rescind on my earlier decision and give Katie that Vogon one after all.

Hello again

Yo, sorry for being grumpy yesterday everyone, was tired and freezing and wet from the rain. So I got more grumpy as I wrote and the water soaked thrpugh my clothes from the outside and froze me.

In other news, we totally made brownies yesterday! Mmm... delicious.

Star to anyone who can suggest an easy fun-to-bake brownie or cake type thing which we don't already have the recipe for to keep us entertained in the coming Stuvac!

Happy birthday-and-a-bit! Now with bonus sleep dilemmas.

I just realised on the bus this morning that I've had this blog for over a year, and I completely neglected to make a"hapy birthday, IB" post. How sad!

Actually I've been neglecting this all semester, due to complete lack of internet access. For some reason, then internet at Penrith never seems to work for me any more, and the internet at Lilyfield works only on Catie's computer in Catie's room, and then only sometimes, I can never get on. I could in theory go and wrest Catie's laptop from her and camp out in her room, but being as how she's employed now, she seems to be always at work (and at other times busy building that enourmous Scrooge MacDuck-style pool of cash to swim in), so she never seems to be there. And when she is there, ususally one of us is asleep, because her sleeping times are about 3am to 12noon (or thereabouts) and mine (due to 9am starts at uni most days) are more like 11/12(ideally, really more like 1am) - 7am. Ugh.

It's frustrating, actually, because I never seem to see the people I live with, and I have the creeping suspicion that they think that this is all my fault, that I'm deliberately barring them by calously sleeping every night. Doubtless this is in my mind, since obviously everyone needs to sleep, and the 9am starts are by no stretch of the imagination my fault, (which is not to say that Cat having work every day/night and bible study every Tuesday and so on are her fault, but they're not mine either: fate just hates us), but lack of sleep makes me paranoid.

It's awful, actually, I'm so tied all the time because I have to get up early every day, but I can never get to bed on time, so I'm constatntly really tired and I repeat myself and I'm really tired, and I fal asleep in class, and burst into tears for no reason all over the place. Poor Tim puts up with a lot of me crying on his shirts because I'm so sleepy and it seems like everyone is conspiring to stop me going to bed and resents me for sleeping and so on. Plus I;m not sure that;s it's healthy to actually fantasise about going to bed during the day/in class/while talking to people/at night/etc. I really should just go to sleep earlier. But then, as I said, I never see people, and they get annoyed because I'm being antisocial, and I'm sad because I never see them and so on.

Actually, it occurs to me that my conviction that the people I live with are annoyed with me is at a sort of equilibrium: either I sleep, so they're annoyed with me, which makes me convinced that they're annoyed with me, or I sleep less which has the effect that (a) I get sleep deprived and paranoid so I'm convinced that they're annoyed with me, (b) I become mentally unsound and iritable, so they're annoyed with me, and (c) eventually I have to go to bed, usually once every night, and then they get annoyed with me then. Also, I genuinely worry for my mental health because of how tired I am all the time. My mood's really unstable and I just feel like I'm becoming mentally unhinged, which I hate.

Heh. I started off this post feeling upbeat about my blog and it's birthday (I'll make a 1 and half-years old post then), but now I'm sitting in the library all sad because of being always sleepy and annoyed-ed with. Damn. I hate everything. I'm going to go and live in a small box by theseaside all by myself and never talk to anyone again. Actually, I thik I will try to talk less, I think my latin class hates me, because I'm always talking. In year 4 I remember Alex Hodgekiss went for a week without talking to see if she could. Maybe I should do that. Also, I'm all sad because my grandmother died last weekend, and she was really great and I miss her.

There is no trivia star today, because I feel all sad and tired and I don't see why anyone else should enjoy themselves. Ha.

(Ok, fine, star to whoever can tell me the name of the Vogon who once uttered similar sentiments)

An eventful few days

So, in the last few days, I have had: *takes deep breath*

-An unexpected chemistry quiz, which I suspect that I flunked spectacularly

-2 essays marked and given back, both with marks below where I'd rather hoped

-1 psych report written within 24 hours

-1 window of my car smashed in, nothing apparently stolen

-1 fall down a flight of concrete stairs

-$22 charged to print aforementioned psych report

-1 delicious Yum Cha lunch

-1 new winter coat (grey)

-1 sister lost in the city sans mobile phone, to general panic and ruination of day

-1 Whitlams concert, much fun had by all

-1 new pair of shoes (black, sparkled) bought to compensate self for 3 largely horrible days

-$140 groceries purchased in a fit of efficiency

-1 medico-legal document proof-read and edited

-1 morning at work

Good grief, I need a nap.

So, speaking of siestas, and for a trivia star, what character in what kid's movie says "Isn't we supposed to be having a fiesta?!"

Gosh! Another one already?

- I hear you cry.

Well, yes, because strange things happened this morning.
First of all, I managed to get white nail polish on one of my favourite black shirts, which is a bit of a bugger.

But just as I was noting this, I saw that the noticeboard next to the footbridge theatre and the Old Geology Lecture theatre was all burnt! It still smelt a bit a smoke, so it must have been fairly recent, but someone has totally set fire to it! In my opinion, I would guess that this was probably because of either the Eu posters or the Socialist Alliance ones, meaning that whichever there were more posters of on the board that day, it seems that the other was the guilty party. Aha! Except not quite, EU people probably more likely to turn the other noticeboard, but my vote is either rabid left wing people pr rabid right wing people. The fuselage of politics are much calmer.

Either that or someone REALLY didn't want anyone else to beat them to that room to let in sunny Glebe house, low rent, minutes to uni.

Also a convincing scenario, now I think about it.

Oh, and also, (and this is a bit embarrassing) I was walking along in my rainbow belt, which I hadn't put through my belt loops, but just tied loosely around myself somewhere in the vicinity of my waist and hips, when it slid off and nearly tripped me over! This was mildly embarrassing, but really the question was how low it had bee for how long? I mean, was I walking along with a belt tied around my thighs without noticing? Surely not, but it was a horrible thought, I thought.

I don't really have anything else to write at the moment, given as how I posted about 24 hours ago, but I just thought I would drop by and tell everyone about the strange happenings, and share my strangely merry mood about.

It's nearly the holidays! *dances* Dance too! The holidays, I tell you!

Satr to the person who most convincingly tells me that they danced too when I said to just then. Because, y'know, Yay For Everything!

PS: good grief, that's almost obscenely cheerful, isn't it?

My goodness

It's been forever since I actually posted anything. Sorry about that. What with uni starting and increasing workloads and, more importantly, our home internet now has a password system, so Lilyfield is denuded of internet access.

I've been outrageously good, actually, I've written 2 essays in the last 2 weeks, and I totally got them done ages in advance, and also 2 presentations, and heaps of latin translations and HEAPS of chemistry homework and so on.

Hmmm.... All sorts of things have been happening, actually, but I can't remember a single one. We went and saw Ross Noble, and my Dad had a birthday, and it's nearly easter, and... actually mostly it's just been working. But there are holidays next week, and Tim was in yesterdays (and today's?) newspaper, on account of his TV show airing this Friday at 7:30 on SBS. [/plug]

Oh my goodness! just got the Guide then, and Nerds FC is Show of the Week! Aaargh....

Trivia star question is Nerds FC themed, as all life seems to be this week, is this: what is a cephalopod?