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Jul. 9th, 2007 @ 10:01 am (no subject)
Current Mood: hungry
I caught myself almost registering for Facebook today. Clearly I'm no nearly as busy as I should be and need more mindless things to do to prevent me from buying into Facebook - every stalker's dream forum.

What do I have against it? Well not much actually. Besides the fact that it is a competition for popularity - something I've never been particularly renowned for. The fact that it provides a forum for people to know so much about what everyone is up to it makes an actual conversation almost entirely redundant. Of course there is also the fact that I'm bitter that it seems to be taking over the world and when it fades I would like to be able to gloat that I never bought into it.

I'm also frustrated with the photos being up there and variously tagged. Do you destroy something from the inside or watch it fall apart from the outside?
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Apr. 18th, 2007 @ 04:34 pm Cupid's automatic must have fired multiple shots at her...
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: That's the way love goes - Janet Jackson
...because she fall in love too often that's what's the matter
At least I'm talking about it keep a pattern of flattery and
She was starin' through the doorframe and
Eyeing my down like already a bad boyfriend
Well she can get her toys out of the drawer then
Cause I ain't comin' home I don't need that attention, see

Sorry... I needed a title and that's the song that was playing and I didn't know where to cut it off so that it was a catchy short title and couldn't decide where to end it so I just kept typing but LJ wouldn't let me type in the whole thing as a title and the point where they wanted to cut me off was in the middle of a word and I couldn't just cut in the middle of a word so I decided to keep typing because the first line, alothough a nice line, isn't really as good without the rest of the verse and there aren't even fullstops int eh verse anyway so I couldn't just put on sentence because really teh whole thing is a sentence...understand? It has no relevance. None at all.

Well it seems I'm not the only one who has given up on LJ-ing. I checked my friends page and found it empty, which made me feel good in a way. Everyone's off doing things.

Many things have happened since my last entry. I'm on a diet at them moment trying to slim down for my birthday which is fast approaching and so far no one's actually invited. So it will be me in my party dress (hopefully) looking svelt and very cute on a boat in Port Phillip Bay with tapas and no one to buy me a drink. Another thing I gave up in my quest for the perfect figure - alcohol. I have a sneaking suspicion that nothing is really worth that.

I've bee really busy lately with applications and accepting rejection letters for applications I clearly put too much effort into at the expense of reading that I am now fighting an uphill battle to tame. I've since decided that I had it right the first time I sat down to plan the next ten years of my life: Stay at uni. Don't leave.

Once I lose all this weight (I'm a piggy right now) I'll be so incredibly amazingly hot that I'll find a rich elderly gentleman without enough sense to realise I'm using him, without sufficient stamina to actually manage sex...at all and without too many years left in him. If I'm very clever I'll find a blind rich guy and then I can give up this diet and drink and eat chocolate to my heart's content.

OOh! I saw Lemony Snicket's: A Series of Unfortunate Events - VERY cute, I haven't been that completely swept up and charmed by a movie in a long time.

Celebrated anniversary with Tom - we saw Miss Saigon and the dinner at France Soir. I really enjoyed Miss Saigon, actually. Tom didn't. I don't understand how he can love Rent (which makes him cry) and hate Miss Saigon (also makes him cry) on the basis that he doesn't like sad things that make him cry.

Anyway, I have work to do and speeches to write (damn 21st speeches to hell!) and a jasmine tea to enjoy (as I fantasise about coffee - another thing I've cut down on. I haven't given it up though, I still need to function).
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Mar. 6th, 2007 @ 10:42 am I'm venting... try not to be offended.
Current Mood: annoyed
I went to visit my sister over the weekend. She is currently studying at Capernwray, a bible school in NSW near Bowral. As we dropped her off on Sunday afternoon I was sitting on her bed flicking through various boks they have asked her to read. One book in particular cught my attention.

'Authentic Beauty' by Leslie Ludy

There are many books that I dislike. Some don't interest me others I feel don't add anything. That said, the way I feel about a piece of writing is not law, others may interpret and use it differently. This book, I decided, was damaging. Many will disagree - for it also has merits that I am willing to admit - but the underlying message of this book is something I think society today can do without.

From what I could glean in my short time this a book geared towards young women struggling with relationships, emotionally and physically. The book argues that only once you've successfully found a relationship with God can you experience human love in its truest and purest way. Of course it didn't help my impressions when she chose to refer to the Holy Trinity as 'her Prince' or 'heavenly Lover' - I am NOT really excited by this new trend in referring to God in these terms. That said, I understand that these writers are merely trying to express the intimacy of relationship with God; still, I prefer the expression of intimacy in actions rather than words which have taken on connotations that can be distracting from the author's meaning. My point is, I take little issue with her terminology except to say that I will not adopt it.

In defence of this piece, I appreciate that she has taken and admirably candid voice to a topical issue for young women and young people. Relationships seem to consume so much time (too much time?) and rarely do we consider a Godly perspective on them, and she is trying to bring God back into the picture. Some might take issue with this arguing that you don't need God to know what love is. I disagree but the point is that she is advocating a different priority in relationships with the hope that it leads to a healthier relationships, more satisfying personal life.

What is my problem, then?

The book is divided into four parts each ending with an 'application' chapter, which is called 'Future Husband Application'.

I freely admit I have issues with this, having many friends getting married at the moment. For reasons that seem peculiar to the Christian communuity, many get married very early. A product of this is that those who aren't married by 26 feel as though they must and single, 26+ women in churches are easily identifiable as...well I'd hate to insult anyone. Why is that we are geared towards finding husband? Is 'a woman of noble character' a wife? Between the pressure to find a partner and the excitement when that person shares your beliefs and values - leading you to believe that they MUST be 'the one' because the chances to find another are so slim - and the teaching to avoid temptation by getting married and a tendency to take yourself very seriously.

I don't feel that this is limited to this book. More is done to celebrate being in a relationship thatn the opportunities afforded by single-ness. It wasn't until I met and spoke to a youth worker/pastor at St Judes in Carlton that I was even truly made aware of how good it was to be single. Of course, I understood advantages but she viewed her position as not only a choice but also an opportunity to be in a position of freedom (either to work or to take on the role of confidante or family to an extent not available if a wife and mother). Still, the idea of being single is thought to be a rejection and not a choice, or it is a failure and not a strength, it is something to rectify and not pursue.

The author, after many failed relationships, chose to avoid any relationship until she was sure that she had found her future husband in an attempt to respect him but remaining both physically and emotionally pure. She regards her previous atempts at love as done to gain social approval and personal approval that she could be wanted and loved. Fine, I respect that, I suppose to an extent I've made similar choices - in the end, why pursue or even continue a relationship where the question is not whether or not it will end, but rather WHEN it will end? I suppose I'm against wasting my time. Does that mean that we devalue past relationships and the lessons that they teach? Is loveing someone other than your future husband a betrayal of that future relationship? Or a disrespect? Or a failure to trust that God will provide a life partner in his time? Isn't it possible that God teaches us through the people he puts in our lives? Including exes? Be selective in your relationships is no doubt a very valid point - I have no doubt that each relationship that ends must to a degree take its toll and errode away at us - but how many of us know enough about ourselves and what we want to be THAT selective?

This is really secondary to the thisng that really frustrates me, which is that a focus on marriage at this young age is damaging and unhelpful. I should say that I am victim to this obsession with being with someone, and who can say how I would cope without it? Let me try to be clear, I support my friends' decision to get married as much as it kinda freaks me out because I think you take that step when you're ready and when it's right for you. I view age and financial position and career prospectives and stages in life etc as informing, rather than determining, factors. That my role and position in life is to be a wife, that it is something that I ought to aspire to, is abhorrent. That there is so much out there validating the notion that one's relationships are a fundamental means for evaluating life and personla achievement is the reason our priorities are skewed to an over-sexed society fed by insecurites.
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Jan. 10th, 2007 @ 10:28 am *grumblegrumble*
Current Music: I don't need a man - Pussycat Dolls
Is it my imagination, or are people just shittier than usual at the moment? A little shorter? A tad condescending?

Perhaps it's just me being over-sensitive, or even a little shitty myself. Why are people talking to me as though they've something else to do? Why suggest their time is a favour? I don't want their favours. I don't want to feel like a third wheel to whatever else is more important on their minds.

God, I'm really over talking to people right now. Maybe I am in a bad mood.

[Edit: Ignore this post. It was just me... turns out I'm just like every other woman out there.]
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Dec. 1st, 2006 @ 06:01 am New York New York (and a splash of San Francisco)
Current Location: San Francisco
Current Music: Cathedral bells chiming eleven
Well, New York was amazing! I am in San Francisco as of yesterday afternoon and staying in my Dad's appartment which is really lovely and walking distance from everything I could want or need.

So what has been happening? Well, a lot of shopping which I'm starting to regret slightly. I recently remembered that I have to pay for uni books in the not so distant future. I saw 6 shows in 5 days which was awesome:
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1) Radiocity rockettes - Wow. I fell asleep towards the end but stil WOW. The Santa was crap though

2) Avenue Q - very funny. Staging wasn't genius but some of it was quite clever. The voices were almost identical to the recording I've heard, considering the cast is not the same at all.

3) Wicked - VERY IMPRESSIVE and again the vocals were nearly identical to the original cast. Ana Gaysteyer was phenomenal, not Idina but phenomenal. I didn't particularly like Glinda but that's cos it wasn't Kristen Chenoweth.

4) I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change - very cleverly staged in parts. "Highway of Love" on wheely chairs that they send flying around the stage was awesome. I wan'ts totally on one girls voice but her acting made up for it. All in all very entertaining show.

5) Rent - Amazing. The Movie was crap in comparison. Mimi was fantastic she totally made the show for me. Roger was no Adam Pascal but still REALLY good, as was Mark.

6) The Drowsy Chaperone - Brilliantly, wickedly funny. If you get to see it - SEE IT! The music wasn't great, most songs hilarious in context and I don't know how they'd stand without it. There was one really lovely song called "I'm an accident waiting to happen" that was really good. The set was amazing too - very cleverly constructed and manouvred (never know how to spell that).

I went backstage for The Apple Tree which looks like a great show, but couldn't get tix to teh opening... *pouts*

Anyway, I'm exhausted now and just want to stay in the appartment and sleep. I want to come home actually. I realised I've barely taken a second to stop since before "Do or Die" opened. I think I need to just do nothing for awhile. For the moment however, there's Alcatraz.
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Nov. 20th, 2006 @ 06:36 pm Sydney and way too much sudoku
I just got back from Sydney this afternoon. It was a really lovely weekend away even though by late Sunday I was exhausted, when i didn't really have any reason to be since I didn't really do a hell of a lot. It was really nice to spend some time with Tom becuase even though he has been in Melbourne for the last week and a bit I didn't feel like I got to see him at all. We went shopping and to the beach. I discovered that I shouldn't take my boyfriend shopping with me and not for the conventional reasons that women have been complaining about for centuries. My boyfriend might actually be a better shoppper than me and furthermore a bad influence with respect to spontaneous purchases. That said, it was very nice nad we both walked away with some very cool stuff.

I arrived back home late this morning and spent the better part of today running doing errands to try and get ready for Wednesday. I'm really looking forward to this trip but right now all I really want is to sleep in my own bed again.

As it turns out I'm staying at the Manhattan Club was just informed that I have to conform to a dress code to enter through the front doors. So I'll have to wear dress pants etc on the plane in order to be admitted to my appartment. Lovely. I think what I'll do is bring a change of clothes and change at LAX or something. Apparently I can wear jeans if I slip in the back door though... *shrugs* might be easier.

On another note: my bad feeling has not yet come to anything at this stage, but it is still very much there and is making me slightly paranoid. I'm starting to hope that whatever shit is destined to hit this fan does so quickly so I can get over it.
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Oct. 30th, 2006 @ 01:29 pm Something to look forward to...
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: O mio bambino caro
Nov 10 - Pharmacology exam, last science subject EVER!
Nov 13 - Contracts exam, 2/3 finished!
Nov 15 - Crim Exam, FINISHED!

Nov 17 - Sydney with Tom
Nov 20 - Home from Sydney
Nov 22 - Melbourne to LA to NY
Nov 23 - Rooftop party to watch Thanksgiving Day Parade
Nov 24 - Christmas Spectacular with the Rockettes
Nov 25 - WICKED

[insert more shows here: Avenue Q, I love you (you're perfect now change), Rent, list ends here because "officially" I am only going to see 4 shows...:P]

[insert SHOPPING!!! I want a new watch, and dresses, and leather gloves - red ones to go with my hat, and a corset - don't ask, I just want one OK?]

Nov 29 - NY to San Francisco
Dec 5 - San Francisco to LA to Sydney
Dec 7 - Sydney to Melbourne

But until then I have to study...
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Oct. 22nd, 2006 @ 11:46 am Nothing we like better than a fight!
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: the phone ringing
Well the Do or Die chapter of my life has ended. I don't really know what to do with myself, even though it's the Sunday morning after the closing night. Not true. I know I have loads of work waiting for me; I'd just rather it not be there...

The final performance was by far the best I'd seen it. Things ran smoothly. Vocals for the most part were sounding better than ever before. People laughed and were entertained. I couldn't really ask for much more. Granted Saturday night was the first and only night I just watched the show without noting improvements. The cast seemed to really enjoy they're final performance and certainly seemed to enjoy the afterparty. I could gather that much even though I was very drunk for a lot of it.

IN the end, I've learnt so much from this experience. Some good, some not so good, some I already knew... You learn a lot about people from working with them and you learn a lot about yourself. I didn't like everything I saw but I'm glad that I did. Still, along with the worst, the show also brought out the best and I'm very proud of the cast and crew.

On the note, I'm going to get out of bed. Goodmorning.
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Oct. 19th, 2006 @ 01:40 pm One down, three to go
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers
So the openeing of Do or Die was last night. The audience seemed to really enjoy it. Disturbingly they were laughing at things none of us found particularly funny...but then we heard all the gags a million times over. Overall the show was hilarious... at times even in the way we intended it!

That's all I'm going to say really. I don't want to spoil it for anyone... actually I don't want to jinx it. I just hope we get the same number of people out to watch again tonight and for the rest of the season.
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Oct. 12th, 2006 @ 03:36 pm I've got a crush on you... sweetie pie...
Current Mood: drained
There exists a strange phenomenon that seems to permeate educational institutions. This is not limited to highschools or university... I now have concerns about kindergartens.

The educator crush. The crush that exists for those that teach us and infuse our minds with concepts, ideologies, critiques and wild sexual fantasies. These crushes are so strong that they can lure even the most conservative of us away from heterosexuality. I don't understand the attraction to the middle-aged (no, 25 does not qualify as middle-aged)and becuase so many are in their 50s, educators in their early 40s are considered young. What is so appealing about teachers? Perhaps since my mother is a teacher I don't see the attraction.

Those who cannot do, teach. Is that not how the saying goes? What is so attractive about a person who teaches? I accept that some univeristy lecturers are actually highly successful in their field, but doesn't that make you wonder why they're teaching snivelling 2nd year law students? Did they do something very naughty? I have a theory that Fred Ellinghaus toilet-papered Gleeson CJ's house and was punished to a life spent teaching contracts to spoilt, ex-private school, designer-wearing Melbourne uni law students for the rest of his life. Don't people wonder how these lecturers actually see them? That they see your crush, pity you and then refer to you by your student number.

Why does the girl to my left giggle at my Crim lecturer's every word? He has a large nose. A disproportionately sized and oddly shaped head. He should avoid being bald. How do we overlook lovehandles, pudge, wrinkles and tweed for the sake of intellect and experience and a propensity to talk when noone's listening save for the front row of lovesick, blinded puppies.

Don't get me wrong, intellect is very attractive. I just never realised that in some instances, when the intellect is high enough and the victim vulnerable and malleable enough, it can be blinding.
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Oct. 10th, 2006 @ 03:50 pm Oh so cool...
There are some opportunities in life when you have the opportunity to be truly cool. To be suave. To shine.

I missed mine.

Dill: your hair looks nice, Nai.

Nai: Uhh...Thankyou. *tries to think*

Do I say that hers does too? No, I can't lie to her face. Or can I? We're not friends. So why is she talking to me? Did she forget we're not friends? Should I remind her? Maybe she's doing this to mess with my mind. Maybe it's working. Quick quick! THINK! Her outfit? Her outfit! Her outfit looks nice! No, she'll see straight through that. She can't possibly think green leopard looks good. OH! Give up.

Nai: *tight smile, keep walking*

Generally you later think of all the things you could've said or done. I got nothing. Nothing I tell you.
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Oct. 4th, 2006 @ 08:52 am Detached, De-bothered, Dewildered
Current Mood: calm
I've decided that I spend far too many hours awake.

I'm sitting here finishing off an assignment the day that it is due. I started it last night after getting home from rehearsal, then crashed (HARD) at 1.30am. Got up at 7.30am this morning finish it.

I really am physically and mentally drained. To the point that I don't feel anything anymore. It's really quite bizarre and a little sad, but it beats how I felt last week. It's a bit like watching someone else's life without anymore personal investment than the authority to tell her where to be next. People screw up, doesn't anger me. People dumping me with more work, doesn't stress me. People get something done, doesn't impress me. I get on top of something, doesn't satisfy me.

Surprisingly, it feels good though. In an odd way.

A few people have asked me, in the last few days, how I'm coping. Someone told me I'm coping well, infact more than just coping. Someone told me I shouldn't have to cope. Someone told me I'm not coping. Another told me they were coping less. My thoughts? I've transitioned into a survival mechanism. Like when you're body moves circulation to the core and out of the extremities, or when people selectively block memories that are too painful. Don't criticise the mechanism! Right now, it rocks my socks.

Sleep. Sleep is my only peace and I spend too many hours not doing it.
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Oct. 3rd, 2006 @ 09:48 am Tuesday feels like Monday. But not, cos I didn't need coffee and I'm in a good mood.
Current Mood: cheerful
Back to uni. I'm presently witnessing the demise of a light fitting on a lectern by a fidgety lecturer.

7am
VERY awake. Almost too much so. Lay in bed for 30 mins

7.30am
Finally decide to get out of bed. Get dressed. Put on show t-shirt, remember how awesome show t-shirt is.

8am
Get into car. Turn on iPod. Listen to "something to make you happy" playlist. Resolve for the 5th time this week to start singing lesson again.

8.35am
Sitting in traffic on the Eastern Fwy. Nearly forget to brake BEFORE hitting the stopped car infront of me.

9am
Get to class ON TIME. Yes, indeed the 9am contracts class is in fact possible to arrive at the desginated the starting time. My world is hanging together by a thread.

9.25am
Finding the lecturere interesting. Resolves to attempt to get up-to-date by the end of the week so can participate ASAP.

9.30am
Recalls that she is directing a musical. resolves to be up-to-date by the end of next week.
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Sep. 18th, 2006 @ 08:30 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: blank
Current Music: Pavane - Regina Carter
I'm lying on my bed with my laptop on my pillow. My neck and shoulders kill from lying in this position; my upper body arched back by my elbows, craning towards the screen. I'm listening to Regina Carter, a new favourite of mine. I'm wearing an old summer dress of my mother's with a flannel pajama top. I'm tired.

I had meetings all day today.

I didn't have to pay for parking.
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Sep. 12th, 2006 @ 03:26 pm Ode to My Shoes
Current Mood: awake
O wonder! My shoes, dainty and worn
They have served me as no shoe before.
Subtle texture, fair hues and soft flowers adorn
Can their reign be so close to an end?
Not one for points and sharp lines in days past
Love has taught me: take love as it comes.
I took risks. I bought shoes. Disregard all my rules
And I won! O Glory, how I've won!
In sunshine and rain. At home and abroad.
In leisure just as sure travailing
O sadness! there can be no other!
None will understand my needs as they do
None can know the connection we have
None so versatile or practical
Yet so thoroughly appealing
To my vanity and satisfy my preening.
O world lament with me for my shoes!
The void to be left is beyond grasp
Each outfit, from now, will only be
But a shadow of what was before.
We go on with the knowledge that once, if but briefly,
Our lives have known something more.
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Sep. 5th, 2006 @ 10:03 am The Cinnamon Peeler by Michael Ondaatje
Current Mood: okay
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
-- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...

When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said
this is how you touch other women
the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.
and knew
what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.

You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.
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Aug. 31st, 2006 @ 10:20 am Caffeine Junkie
Current Mood: calm
Caffeine routine on Tuesdays and Thursdays:

8am: Med Strong Skinny Latte

10am: V, 250mL

12pm: Reg Skinny Latte

3pm: V, 250mL

4.30pm: V, 250mL

5.30pm: Short Black (optional)

IN EMERGENCIES: No Doze as needed (generally only after 6pm or before an exam)
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Aug. 31st, 2006 @ 08:28 am (no subject)
Current Mood: okay
Tom and I went to a book launch on Sunday. (the grumpiness has subsided and I can now blog stuff again) We arrived just as it finished but stayed to chat to people I don't know. He claims he didn't know more than 4 of them - LIES. After some chatting, having not seen him in 7 days I wasn't particularly interested in all these other nameless people, we went outside. Having a bit of a cuddle outside the Malthouse we were snapped by the paparazzi! Oh to be rich and famous - it's a hard life. Anyway, we're obviously incredibly cute and inspired him to capture us on film and, no doubt, to love again. He gave us his card and said he'd email us a copy and crop it so that it is even mushier than the fact that we were outside Malthouse having a cuddle.

This weekend I am going to Sydney for my grandparents' golden annniversary. Should be...interesting. I just want to go shopping really. I was caused to wonder why I enjjoy bra shopong so much. On Sunday after we put Casper down I went out shopping and bought shorts (I was in denial that I had bought, and WORN, shorts and so was calling them the, much more acceptable, "shortish thingys". I've now given up. They're shorts.) but only felt truly happy once I bought a bra. It's blue and cleavage ennhancing (not the scary cleavage but the nice subtle cleavage - well really, even if it was designed for scary cleavage you'd only get as far as subtle with assets such as mine). Every year on my birthday I go bra shopping. WHy does it make me so happy to have a new bra?? It is strange. Some people plant a tree on their birthday. Go to the football. Have a birthday party. I don't always have a party but i always get a bra.

It's not like it's an item that allows you to show it off. You don't really get to enjoy approving glances from passersby...well you COULD but... No no. It's decidedly personal. Only you really know about your purchase. It's like fresh sheets on your bed. It's just for you. It's fresh and yummy. Why? It just is.
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Aug. 24th, 2006 @ 10:34 am An exaggerated morning
Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: 007
An hour and a half! AN HOUR AND A HALF!!!! I spent an HOUR... and yes, a HALF in traffic this morning. Granted it was raining, but not heavily. Not the scary "Oh hell I can't see more than 3 metres ahead of me at a given time except some faint blurs of colours that loook like brakelights... red's a stop colour isn't it? Oh @%^*#$@ yes it is! An it'd be so nice if I could only see the lines on the road...".

No it was the annoying kind of rain. The kind that is more like a sprinkling... a fairy dusting of water that doesn't quite warrant having teh windscreen wipers on but every now and again you realise you can't see without switching the on and them immediately off agin. I suppose you could leave them on if yours didn't make this irritating screech and actually make your visibility WORSE... then it clears up a bit until you can't see and have to switch them on again. Do you see the dilemma?

So there I am 9.10am (when my class starts at 9am) parked on the Eastern Fwy having to switch on my windscreen wipers every 3.66mins (that's around 3mins and 40 secs.... i was counting) Listening to the radio personalities debating whether or not man boobs should be embraced or not and then attemptiing to message Tom (yes the one that has deserted me all week again!!! I really can't keep blaming Canberra anymore since it seems to be only incidental to this pattern of abandonnment). Of course, I'd been at a standstill for nearly 20mins straight but as soon as i atttempt to sms whilst driving we start to do the stop-and-start thing again. I'm so over clutch-work.

And I was in crazy need for a coffee... I had 8 hours and 53 mins sleep last night and still I was tired in the morning. My body is doing strange things to me recently. I was depressed though because I new I didn't have much change in my wallet and had to use it for parking so I would get no coffee until lunch. My parking fairy likes me today though! I found a 4 hour parking spot nicely located on Bouverie st AND the meter (as it was yesterday) was broken so free parking for me!!! AND whatsmore, COFFEE for me!!!

Still I onnce again missed out on my contracts lecture, getting to this lecture is proving to be something of a feat! so I'm waiting for the J to get out of Crim and them i'm going to listen to 007 talk about conracts for 2 hours! YAY!

I went out with the cast on tuesday night after rehearsal and we had pizza/pasta on Lygon st. I had a lemon, lime and bitters with my meal. I have always been suspicious off whether or not there's detectab;e alcohol in it though...but decided to run the risk. I drove Tegan home and then when making my own way home I find a booze bus on Toorak rd. I was sweating... I don't want to lose my licence. I NEED to drive. I quickly debate whether or not to take a side st, but evading police cacn get you innto even bigger trouble. So I kept on driving... each second that drew me closer was makinng me more and more nervous. I hoped they would be occupied with other drivers and wave me past. They didn't. I was directed to pull up in the line.

"G'day, we're just doing a routine blah blah blah" I tuned out. Or rather the blood pumping in my ears and my breathing escalating and intensifying drowned out his explanation for reducing me to the ball of panic I had become. "One long breath until I tell you to stop". One long breath until he told me to stop. They like to make conversation as they wait for the results. "How has your evening been so far?" I wanted to say that it WAS fine. It was calm, relaxed, enjoyable. I was prespiring less, breathing only as necessary and I used to blink. "Fine." All i could say in a voice an indeterminant number of octaves above my own. We waited. that other cars had already moved on. It felt interminable. It pulsated. It writhed. I felt light-headed. I was sure he noticed. "That's fine tonight." He waved me on. Or had he said "That's fine. Tonight." A warning? He could sense my conscience? He'd spent years at the academy honing his skills at detection of bitters in P-platers. He was being kind. I had suffered enough. "Thankyouuuuu." The whiny voice I don't know sang out from my throat, or there abouts.

I drove on. My breathing returned to normal. My clothing still stuck to my body.
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Aug. 8th, 2006 @ 10:45 am (no subject)
Current Mood: sick
I'm home today because I'm sick.

I remember being at school and wishing I could be sick to get out of a test or PE or just being there at all. I remember thinking to myself that being sick would still be a better alternative than to have to be at school. I remeber trying to remind myself of how much it sucks to be sick and that I would feel quite differently if actually sick. I remember not really succeeding to convince myself.

Being sick actually really does suck and I would much rather be at uni and sittting through 2 hours of Contracts than lying in bed propped up by 6 pillows, a blanket, 4 empty tissue boxes and an old washing basket in an attempt to use gravity to combat nasal congestion. The problem is that we forget what illness actually feels like. I had forgotten how excruciating a headache can be. Or the pain of coughing up your lungs. Or the frustration of only being able to sleep for 2 hour periods at a time.

No, I would not rather be sick than miss school.
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what the?