Percy and Tab (from Uni) are engaged now too! The competition's off to a flying start!
Crazy.
Turns out, Engaged is the new Black. Neat, huh? There've been more proposals in my immediate circle of my-aged friends than ther have been months in the year so far.
Congrats again, all!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
The best laid Plans etc.
And also, apparently, the more badly-laid what-the-hell-let's-give-this-a-go plans.
Here's the thing; my degree is a 5 year degree. This is why I'm such a fixture. This is going to be my 5th year, but, as we all know, assuming that you're just finished your degree is a hazardous thing, so the other day I went in to the Science faculty pretty much prepared for them to tell me I had 2 years still to go or something.
*deep breath for facing-admin-staff-courage*
And then they tell me that my degree is on track. Which is a bit of a surprise, actually. But there you go. But then they tell me that actually my degree is so freakishly on track, that I've been working so fiendishly hard, that I've so miraculously never failled a subject, nor even had to scrape a Concessional Pass that my degree will actually be done in 6 months.
1 semester.
Then that's it.
We're cutting you off, Ma'am, I think that's just about enough eductaion for you, shall I call you a taxi?
Dude. I knew that I'd been doing more subjects than almost anyone else I've ever come across, but what? I thought that was just my poor time-management or combined-degree-ness or something. Turns out, no.
But this is all *deep breath, positive outlook* really ok, because it's good to finish on time, I didn't want to be there for years, remember?
I have A Plan. I shall do an MBA and become, in time, obscenely rich etc., and I can do one at UNSW perhaps, since I live really close to there. The important thing is that I have plan.
So this morning I got so organised that I called the MBA people to see if I could start one as of next semester, because I don't like my chances of re-starting stuff after a break that long, because I'm just not that motivated.
But now it turns out that you have to have at least 2 years of Management Experience to do an MBA! Why? Nooooo!
So now, instead of cosy plans, in my "what will I be doing in August this year?" mental space, there's just a yawning gulf.
Aaargh!
In other news, Congratulations to Therese-and-Cameron and what apparently should have been a Mystery Couple on their impending Nuptuals! Huzzah for you people!
It seems to be a time of relationship instability, 2 couples whom I know (both people in each of) really well which have been going out for Ages have just broken up, and 2 couples of whom I know the girl really well but would be sceptical of the boy's ability to remember my name or pick me out of a lineup have gotten engaged. Strange.
Resist the urge to make big changes for a while yet, people! This is all suspiciously parallel and symetrical. Just think, getting engaged this month may be dooming a happy couple to put-assunder-hood, and to finally just break it off with the person you're going out with may force another to wed unexpectedly! If nothing else, that'll be a bugger for you, if you've just broken up, when you have to enthuse at your freshly engaged friends.
Therefore, I urge Restraint (but not the use of restraints unless you promise not to tell me about it) in relationships for at least the next two weeks or we'll end up with Proposal One-Up-Man-Ship.
Better still, I hereby declare Proposal Competition '07 open! Best proposal wins , entry nullified if engagement broken off. Most romantic and original proposal wins a prize (no, really!). Anyone who proposes,is proposed to, has proposed or has been proposed to in the Calendar Year of 2007 is eligible to apply!
Get Romancing, people!
Here's the thing; my degree is a 5 year degree. This is why I'm such a fixture. This is going to be my 5th year, but, as we all know, assuming that you're just finished your degree is a hazardous thing, so the other day I went in to the Science faculty pretty much prepared for them to tell me I had 2 years still to go or something.
*deep breath for facing-admin-staff-courage*
And then they tell me that my degree is on track. Which is a bit of a surprise, actually. But there you go. But then they tell me that actually my degree is so freakishly on track, that I've been working so fiendishly hard, that I've so miraculously never failled a subject, nor even had to scrape a Concessional Pass that my degree will actually be done in 6 months.
1 semester.
Then that's it.
We're cutting you off, Ma'am, I think that's just about enough eductaion for you, shall I call you a taxi?
Dude. I knew that I'd been doing more subjects than almost anyone else I've ever come across, but what? I thought that was just my poor time-management or combined-degree-ness or something. Turns out, no.
But this is all *deep breath, positive outlook* really ok, because it's good to finish on time, I didn't want to be there for years, remember?
I have A Plan. I shall do an MBA and become, in time, obscenely rich etc., and I can do one at UNSW perhaps, since I live really close to there. The important thing is that I have plan.
So this morning I got so organised that I called the MBA people to see if I could start one as of next semester, because I don't like my chances of re-starting stuff after a break that long, because I'm just not that motivated.
But now it turns out that you have to have at least 2 years of Management Experience to do an MBA! Why? Nooooo!
So now, instead of cosy plans, in my "what will I be doing in August this year?" mental space, there's just a yawning gulf.
Aaargh!
In other news, Congratulations to Therese-and-Cameron and what apparently should have been a Mystery Couple on their impending Nuptuals! Huzzah for you people!
It seems to be a time of relationship instability, 2 couples whom I know (both people in each of) really well which have been going out for Ages have just broken up, and 2 couples of whom I know the girl really well but would be sceptical of the boy's ability to remember my name or pick me out of a lineup have gotten engaged. Strange.
Resist the urge to make big changes for a while yet, people! This is all suspiciously parallel and symetrical. Just think, getting engaged this month may be dooming a happy couple to put-assunder-hood, and to finally just break it off with the person you're going out with may force another to wed unexpectedly! If nothing else, that'll be a bugger for you, if you've just broken up, when you have to enthuse at your freshly engaged friends.
Therefore, I urge Restraint (but not the use of restraints unless you promise not to tell me about it) in relationships for at least the next two weeks or we'll end up with Proposal One-Up-Man-Ship.
Better still, I hereby declare Proposal Competition '07 open! Best proposal wins , entry nullified if engagement broken off. Most romantic and original proposal wins a prize (no, really!). Anyone who proposes,is proposed to, has proposed or has been proposed to in the Calendar Year of 2007 is eligible to apply!
Get Romancing, people!
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Tasmania!
Not unlike the rest of the country, it seems, I am going on holiday to Tasmania! Huzzah! Or plane leaves Monday, and we'll be gone for about 2 weeks, so if anything terribly important happens, that's where I'll be.
I hope everyone has a nice Australia Day Long Weekend and that evrything goes swimmingly for y'all. Don't forget to miss me!
I hope everyone has a nice Australia Day Long Weekend and that evrything goes swimmingly for y'all. Don't forget to miss me!
Monday, October 16, 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
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!
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!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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!
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!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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.
Gosh, how exciting.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
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!
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!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
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.
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.
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