Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

I came home as the sun was starting to rise this morning. I am far too old to be doing stuff like that.

I got to bed about 5am and woke up again at 9:30, Wifey and I chatted and dozed until 11:30 when I had to come home so I can back up a massive night with a wedding this evening, plus my BBQ tomorrow.

I even smell seedy. The ball was messy, our time at "Friday’s" even more so. I drank champagne (lots of lots of champagne), vodka, long island iced tea and a bit more vodka but woke up this morning without so much as a headache, just very seedy.

I am going to go and sit with my head in my hands for an hour and then I’ll have to scrub up to do it all over again tonight. If anyone brings champagne to the BBQ I will slap them, I can’t ever hear the word without wanting to throw up in my mouth a little bit.

Farrrrrrk.

Pictures to come, I need to ask K for them seeing as I took 4 pictures, only one of which features me (and it’s not exceptionally ugly, yay!).

I know I am being a princess about stuff so for the sake of "keeping it real" I am going to laugh at how ridiculous I am being about the ball stuff and I urge you all to follow. I picked up the corsages just before and I had a big hissy fit in the car about them, and then actually cut mine up a bit (because they didn’t do it right!) and now I am blogging so I can accept how silly I am being about things.

In my mind, the corsages were going to be wonderful. They were going to be super fresh and healthy and alive and just simply gorgeous. Of course, cut flowers which have been bunched together and wired and taped into place then kept in a little plastic box and handled and driven around and handled some more aren’t going to look quite the same as a flower from a freshly cut bunch, but in my mind they would. I specifically asked for the corsages to be a main color with some white as well as lots of leaves and greenery so they’d match pretty much any dress, and in my defense two of the four corsages have no green bits, and none of them have any white flowers, so I didn’t technically get what I asked for.

The button hole I ordered for our token boy is nice, and exactly what I asked for. The pink corsage is nice but I am pretty sure I asked for lillies and got roses, Wifey’s I wanted to be multicolored and got just blue orchids, they are interesting flowers but not what I’d pick for a corsage. Mine I wanted to be over sized and a mix of pinks and purples. I got over sized (that part is very obvious) and only light and dark purple, it has had these half dead random white rose buds hanging off each end. They looked like someone had stepped on them, they were really not in a state to be in a corsage, so I cut them off. All the corsages are all nice enough, but I just expected a lot more, especially considering they were $24 each. You can get a couple of bunches of flowers for $24 so I expected that the 6 or so flowers you’d get for that price would be really spectacular. The picture is of mine, it’s not quite as large as it looks but it is pretty big, maybe like saucer sized which is what I wanted. I picked a few petals off it as well, there was one right in the center flower that had been torn. How could you leave it there? I understand I am a die-hard perfectionist, but wouldn’t you want to send out something you had made looking the absolute best it could?

So that’s the main issues I am having a hissy about at the moment, flowers. See, ridiculous. In the scheme of things, the concerns are incredibly trivial.

Other smaller things making me insane at the moment include the color of my feet. I got a spray tan last night, the tan itself is alright. People who do tans aren’t my favorite people anymore. My normal place seems to have become solely mobile, which is fine, but generally you need to answer the phone or reply to phone messages to stay in
business. Crazy, I know, but customers tend to like to communicate with businesses they would like to spend their money with. Anyways, after they expressed a wholehearted disinterest in taking my business (or I assume from their lack of return phone calls and emails)
I did find a place to do a tan for me, plus it was only $15 which is dandy but I don’t love the way my feet turned out, specifically the soles of my feet. I have a tide mark on edge my right foot. I scrubbed them in the shower this morning and it’s not going anywhere fast, I guess the tan has sunk deep into the layers of thick skin on the soles of my feet. If you see me in coming days weeks months please rest assured my feet are actually clean, they just don’t look that way. Tasty.

I bought some balls shoes this morning. Yep, that’d be less the 12 hours before the actual ball. I am getting twitch about Bestie’s wedding purely because it means I’ll have to sort stuff out earlier than than a day before the actual event. D’Mummy has cursed me with this, she will only ever look for something to wear the weekend before an event, she just can’t do it any earlier. I try but always end up buying crap and still buying something at the very last minute which beats all the other stuff I’ve bought anyways. What can I say? It’s a curse. I bought some ball shoes yesterday they are RMK strappy, black, leather stiletto sandals and I got them for $35. I tried them on, after trying on a good 300 other pairs of heels and decided they were a goer, got them home and decided they weren’t so good. D’Mummy confirmed this after seeing them and reminding me how long it would take me to fall off them and smash out my teeth. So I went back out this morning,
with a whole new sense of urgency, and ended up with something better. They are gold, leather, strappy wedges. I know I wanted silver but I have tried on every single silver pair of shoes in Brisbane and none of them did it for me, so I figured gold was less boring than black, plus they are a very bright, light gold so it’s as good as silver I figure. They were $189 but I got them from $59. Score! Plus wedges means I can actually walk in them and might be able to retain all of my teeth and maintain the structural integrity of all my bones, exciting huh? If not, the ball is being held very, very close to a major hospital so at least I won’t have far to hobble clutching my broken face/ankle/everything. (You can see my hot tide mark on the side of my foot in the second pic, classy, huh?)

I don’t actually like them much, nor do I dislike them though, they are just so far from anything I’ve ever owned I can’t have feeling for them yet. I feel a bit like I should be on Dancing with the Stars or a rich retiree wearing a white lounge suit
at a resort on the Gold Coast with such blinging shoes. I don’t think I’ll have a bunch of places to wear them again but they are good party shoes. I have them on right now and I haven’t wobbled nor have they given me that wonderful burning pain in the ball of my foot when I’ve walked in them (although I do have party feet to stick in them, just in case) so I am sure I’ll end up liking them, even if they do look like dancing shoes.

In a couple of hours I am going to go and get my makeup did. Fingers crossed that it turns out nicely and I don’t look like too much of a whore… and if so, I hope I at least look like an expensive whore

Ball pictures to come after tonight…cause the ball needs to happen before I can take pictures, you see?

OK, I am wrecked, so this will be a wee update. More to come possibly tomorrow, if not next Monday or so, I don’t know? Lots to drink do, you know how it is. Let me just tell you one story from last night. I don’t think there any any story that succinctly encapsulates my maturity and the maturity of my uni friends (which also goes a long way in explaining why this semester has been about the best ever) quite so successfully. 

OK, there was five girls present last night, all either early childhood teachers or those who are mere months from graduation, ranging in age from 23 (me, baby) to 30 (Wifey, older and wiser) and it was approximately 1:00am. After playing a couple of rounds of drinking game which had us doing all sorts of things at various times (singing [me, oh god!], dancing [Wifey], being silent, drinking, skulling, telling the truth and a bit more drinking) we were all at least half drunk and a little bit bored so Wifey told us about the game she’d played with some girls she plays football with.

It was decided that at around 1am on a Wednesday night, that it would be an exceptional idea to play hide and seek…in a second floor apartment with a tiled floor, with all the nights out. Cue one person waiting outside the front door while the rest of us hid in the apartment, then the finder would have to come and and search around (in the dark) looking for us. I found it rather scary, but anyone who’s read my blog for longer than about two days would know I am a big sissy. I am also a crap hider, so it meant that not only did I find it terrible when I had to be the finder, I was almost always the first to be found. Wifey was a pro and hid in the laundry sink at one point with clothes on top of her (yeah, she’s little) which turned out to be a very good hiding place. There was a fair amount of squealing and freaking out on my behalf but K is similarly useless so it felt nice to not be the only giant girl who was playing.

It turns out some neighbors of ours decided that maybe 2am (by this stage) on a Wednesday morning was not the best time to be banging about in the apartment, opening and shutting every door and running about squealing like sissies and came to shout at us for doing so (slightly pointless to shout at people for being loud, no?). All of us stood there in the kitchen (in the dark) in a rather stunned silence, as the realization dawned that us, a bunch of university educated girls who are more than old enough to know better just got told off by someone who was probably not that much older than us for playing hide and seek.

After the shook had passed and we stood around laughing about it the rest of the girls called it a night and Wifey and I stayed up and watched some SpongeBob. ‘Cause that’s how we roll.

I am off to have a bit of a life for a while. Don’t worry, much like my wonderfully comfy bed I will want to hop back into my blog after a bit, but having a comfy bed is no reason not to get out of it in the morning, right? Well, having a blog is not a good reason to stop having a "real" life when the opportunity presents. I only anticipate being away only one night but I suspect I have have better things to do for the rest of the week than to post updates, things like:

• Seeing my lovely friends and dear Wifey
• Drinking
• Going to the beach
• Getting my haircut
• Drinking
• Hula Hooping
• Going to the ball
• Drinking
• Shopping
• Drinking
• Messing around
• Being silly

I am very excited to see Wifey again and catch up with uni friends and also meet the "missing piece" of the K/Wifey threesome, another girl who’s teaching teaching far, far away in Queensland this year. From everything Wifey and K have told me she seems to be almost the exact opposite of me, but she does like to drink (and loves cocktails!) so I am quite sure we’ll get along just fine.

I got an ipod speaker thing today. I wanted one but I didn’t wanna spend $100+ on one because it’s not something I will use very often, but it would be handy to have. I got a $20 Coles voucher in the mail during the week from FlyBuys and I saw an MTV brand ipod speaker dock at Coles, and with the voucher it was $9.95 which is an excellent amount to spend, I think. It also looks decent and sounds pretty good as well, what more could one ask for? I also got the MTV branded radio transmitter that plays your ipod through a car stereo. D’Brother bought one earlier that day for $50 and I saw this one in Coles for $19.95, and it also comes with a car charger and earphone splitter, even better! I spend this arvo loading songs onto my ipod. I formatted it a little while ago and only got around to loading The Waifs onto it, but I made an arvo of it and now I think I have an excellent selection of songs. I was thinking if someone stole my ipod they’d think "Wow, she had awesome taste in music" but chances are a dirty, rotten thief would be thinking "Score, a nano!" instead of admiring my excellent music tastes, but you know.

In other news:

• My toe is still fat and purple-ish, but it’s OK, I’m trying to ignore it so it will just fix itself by Friday.

• I still have no shoes for the ball, I am going to DFO tomorrow (despite having been on Saturday, don’t judge me!) and I aim to turn it upside down and shaking out a pair of shoes. I’m thinking of going for plain silver, pointed pumps, if I can find them. They will cover my mangled toe, look awesome and be easiest to walk in because I can’t wriggle around in them and fall out. I’d like to buy heels tomorrow so I can practice them until Friday….I’ll need practice, badly.

• Under my tongue HURTS. I poked around where it hurts and there is no bit that feels sore or weird but it really hurts. I hope I don’t have tongue cancer. I am not sure if I have a sore throat too or if it’s my tongue pain going down my neck.

• I anticipate having three to four more chances to apply my self tanner before I go to the beach on Tuesday morning. I think I’ll end up being an alright color. I took Kate’s advice and booked a spray tan for Thursday arvo (the only chance I have to get it before Friday) instead of having it Tuesday and hoping it will last. It’s a very good idea, she’s smart!

• I have gone on a bit of a Belinda Carlisle spree on iTunes store. She’s one of those artists who I have discovered is responsible for quite a few of the songs I really love. "Summer Rain", anyone? Oh, yes! I also downloaded "Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance. I hate myself for it, considering I’m not a 14 year old emo but I am wild about that song for the moment so hopefully if I just listen to it a number of times in a row I will be cured. Though, if I buy anything that is red and black striped you have permission to beat me, severely.

• I am now absolutely certain Kevin Rudd should be the next PM. I have been a bit of a fan of his since he gave me my senior badge when he was a local MP back in the day, but I just read his interview in the latest Maire Claire. I got two important things from it: He is on "Team Aniston" and he used the phrase "heaven on a stick" during the interview. Both of these assure me he’s a fundamentally very good person. I am also "Team Aniston" for obvious reasons not least of all being that Angelia is a stony, baby collecting skank. Wifey and I have discussed which team we are on many times, she’s "Team Jolie" which concerns me but I’m certain she’ll come around one day. Kevin on the other hand, he’s fine the way he is. Also, "heaven on a stick", that’s fantastic and not even something you’d try and say to sound cool and "in touch" with the younger generation, which makes him even cooler. It’s all about the little things.

Well, that’s me done. I may be around here and there during the week but if not don’t be too concerned, k? If you need me, you know my number, if you don’t know my number…just hold it for a few days or email me, whatever the case, it will be alright. Have a good week, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do (Considering how many days I will hope to be drunk or at least tipsy this week, maybe it’s best to do as you please? I sure will

Catch you on the flipside!!

• What happens when you mix two rolls of irrigation tube, baby powder, tape, scissors, thin elastic, ribbon, a spare blade of a craft knife and a vacuum cleaner? You get two awesome hula hoops, that’s what. My new and improved technique worked really well, they spin evenly are a good weight and are just really nice to hoop with. I’m also heaps better at hula hopping with these new hoops so that’s always cool as well. It’s very difficult to thread elastic through a double tube, which is where the ribbon and vacuum cleaner came in. I am very glad I thought of that or I’d still be trying to get it though, hurrah for being occasionally clever!

• Here’s a quiz for you. Is it better to place a treadmill on the floor or on your big toe? Those who guessed floor would be correct. I was moving the treadmill yesterday and it got stuck on a uneven tile on the floor so I pulled it harder and it pulled forward sharply and I dropped it right on my big toe. It’s incredibly heavy, so I couldn’t lift it to get it off so I had to push it off. I expected to see blood and a manged stump when I got it over but there was no blood, but angry marks on it. Now it’s becoming a red, plum sort of color, in a distinct circle shape which would be the shape of the bit that crushed my and it hurts. It really hurt last night but I just went to bed and forgot about it. You know what also sucks? Trying on pointy and strappy party shoes with a fat, purpleish toe. Peep toes are particularly un-fun as my big toe does not appreciate being close to other toes or peeping through a tiny hole. I hope it sorts itself out by next Friday, I don’t wanna have to wear formal thongs to the ball ;(

• I bought a dress today!It’s a maxi dress, it has shirring around the top and a halter neck sort of strap and it’s like navy and white printed. I think it’s pretty nice. I spoke to K this morning and she said it would be weird to see me in a dress, I realized no one aside from Bestie has seen me in a dress so it was as good a time as any to change that. I’m a bit scared to wear it because it will be different and people will notice that, but I suppose it’s only going to be a big deal once, then everyone will be over it.

• I am SO tired tonight, I had a late one last night and a shitty night’s sleep and I’d happily go off to bed right now but I am resisting. I’ll be glad to make it til 8:30pm!

• EDIT: I was unable to make it to 8:30pm, I got to 6:18pm and was starting to fall asleep sitting up and decided to try falling asleep. I just woke up now, just over 13 hours later, so I guess I really was tired

• What happens when you mix a white laptop and an obsessive compulsive? Post its where my hands rest, that’s what. Macs discolor, who knew? It’s not bad discoloring so it’s not a fault in the plastic or anything like the older models had, but I am starting to notice slightly darker areas when my palms rest on the computer. I am a fairly pedantic hand washer, so I know it’s not just that my hands are dirty, I guess it’s a combination and sweat and oils and all the gross stuff skin produces. It’s probably also not detectable if you are a normal person but since I am very anal about things being clean and "new" it’s messing with me in a big way. I can’t handle having a dirty computer, I am going to try one of those Chux magic erasers on it which I have read it very handy in cleaning them but I’ve stuck post its across the bottom for the moment to prevent it getting worse. I don’t remember Bestie’s Mac being grubby? I tried to clean my old laptop with Jiff once and it’s got bald spots in the paint from where I cleaned the silver right off, but I’ve researched how to clean Macs so I should be OK this time.

• Thursdays make me shitty. I spend 6 hours at uni today, 5.5 of those hours in a white room with no windows. It makes me insane. I don’t mind the subject too much but that room gives me cabin fever, there is absolutely nothing stimulating about the environment. The windows are actually blacked out and painted over. I have no idea why uni thought this would be an appropriate thing to do in a room but it wasn’t, it was a shitty idea. I spend the entire time wishing to be outside or at least some place you can see outside and feel an actual breeze. I am pretty sure I never want to go to jail…not that I do anything that would get me in jail in the first place, but, you know.

• I feel sick now. Spending 6 hours in a stuffy, recycled air room wouldn’t help, nor does all this dust and crap which has been stirred up by the wind. I have very sissy sinuses and I feel squinty and pained now as my sinus tubes try and crawl back into my head to escape all the junk in the air at the moment. I would like to use Beconase but I have tiny nostrils and I’m not sure if there will be enough room to put the squirter up there as well as my nose stud. I suppose I could try it though? That might be a nice idea.

• D’Mummy needs new foundation so I am thinking of getting a "makeover" on the day of the ball because they are normally free if you buy something. It’s a bit wanky but I love having stuff done by other people, seeing as I have no hair to get done I feel it’ll be OK to have my make up done. I got it done for the formal and it’s a bit fun because you get to try products you don’t own and they have like a thousand colors. It’s a bit wanky though, yeah? What do you think? I will feel like a try hard but it’s not like I will have "I had my makeup done by a stranger" written on my face, I will probably just look a bit more polished and nicer than I normally do with makeup on, plus seeing as it will be free it seems silly not to take up the offer on the one opportunity it won’t be entirely pointless to have a face of professionally applied make up?

• I think I am coming around on the idea of dresses. I’ve avoided dresses for many years. For no reason in particular really, I suppose I just didn’t find any I liked for a while, then stopped looking. Having my ball gown has made me remember dresses are nice and you can swish around in them, and who doesn’t love swishing? I’m not going to rush out and buy a wardrobe full, but I will start to pay attention to them when I go to the shops from now on. Seeing as I have an income now I can even consider buying things too, how crazy!

• We got Marie Claire when we were grocery shopping yesterday, they have the L’oreal award thing book stuck on the back of it. The winner in about…2004, I think, it about my favorite haircut of all time. It’s short and all sorts of browns and caramels with a bit of a faux hawk. Does anyone remember that? I’d love to have saved a picture of it. However, this year they have a cut with mullet bits which are asymmetric, long on one side and short on the other. I am going to rip off that idea, I like my mullet but I don’t like just have two long bits, one long and one short is cooler, I might also get them razored so they are a bit wispy. I am happy with the rest of my hair, it was just those bits that needed a new twist, I am pleased now. I am going to the HD with Wifey next Thursday, I’m trying to sway her towards going the big chop. She’s shaved her head before so you wouldn’t think it’d be a big deal for her, I think she’ll do it, she’s always up for something different.

• One more day til she’s home. OMG. well, not home but back in the greater Brisbane region, either way it means I can call/text her again, so that’s all I need until Tuesday, I can handle that.

• I really want to debate with someone about the couple who is suing the doctors after having twins and not one baby. I prefer arguing in person where it can remain calm and not heated, please feel free to weigh in the discussion in comments but I’m cautious of just starting internetz drama so do please play nice, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, no hating, k? I have read so much online about how they are being selfish by not wanting two babies and only wanting one, how they should be thankful they were even allowed to have IVF as they are both women and a whole bunch of other arguments against them. I think it’s fair enough for them to be cheesed about having two babies. If you went to hospital to have a finger chopped off and they chopped off two instead I think you’d be a bit cheesed. I am not sure I’d see the "Just be grateful you have eight fingers left" side of the argument nor "Just be thankful you had the operation in the first place". I guess it’s a very emotionally charged topic as not everyone can have/afford IVF or have their own babies, so there are lots of people who’d be thrilled if their fertilization yielded any amount of babies. I just think if you look at the facts, they asked for one embryo to be implanted. I did read it was late in the piece when they asked, but it was asked and they would have paid for the IVF so I feel they have the right to request as many embryos as they’d like, and it’s fair to seek some sort of compensation if you don’t get what you’ve asked and paid for. Going back to the finger example, I think if you decided just before having the procedure that you only want one finger chopped off and you woke up and found they’d done two, you’d be mad, even though it was late to be making the decision it’s still your body and your choice. I think it’s also a bit unfair to be raising the issue about whether they’d be unhappy if they’d happened to be naturally conceived twins or if they embryo split during pregnancy or whatever, the fact is those things didn’t happen and it’s not very appropriate to be raising hypotheticals. In a murder trial they don’t mention whether it would be as bad if the person had accidentally died in a freak accident or something. I just think you need to stick to the facts. Thoughts and feelings, but only if you can be kind to each other/me?

Let me start with an apology. I am a bit hammered. It’s very unintentional, I made a single glass of a cocktail/punch sort of drink I had ages ago to test whether I remembered the recipe the right way. I must have added a splash too much vodka and it’s so terribly easy to drink so it’s going down very nicely. Because I hadn’t had a drink in a like month (until Saturday night) I’ve lost all my conditioning and I’m even more of a cadbury then normal. So I’m sorry if this entry is a bit dodgy. You’ll be glad to know the cocktail turned out well though, and I’m set to unleash it on the girl when we are up the coast, and maybe at my BBQ as well.

Anyways, on with the show. I did lots today. This whole working business has reminded me that free time is a bit special so rather than spreading my bits and pieces over two days this week I had to do it all today. That’s OK though.

Today I:

• washed my sheets and remade my bed
• took D’Brother to collect his new car
• went to the shops with D’Brother as he wanted to have a maiden voyage
• went to D’Nanny’s to have my ball dress made into a cocktail dress
• made a sleeve for my MacBook (laptop pajamas)
• did a major clean up of my office
• bought hot pink shoes for $7 at The Red Spot Boutique (maybe for the next 80s night?)
• tried on tonnes of high heels (or varying heel heights) as I need cute shoes now my ball dress is shorter
• did lots of loads of washing
• rekindled my hate of Sumo Salad

I kind of wanted to make some more hula hoops today. I’ve refined my technique and think they will turn out heaps better than my previous ones. Having a connector means the sand doesn’t move evenly as it spins and some of them get off balance and stop hooping around properly. My new idea is threading a smaller tube through the main tube to give it weight and tying the hoops together by an internal band of elastic in each hoop which will pull the ends together without giving it a "heavy spot". That probably doesn’t mean much to anyone but I’ve been strategising for a week or so about how to best make the best hoops possible. I kind of want to cry when I think about how many hours I’ve spend wrapping my current hoops which will hopefully become obsolete when I launch Hoop: Mach 2 but such is life I guess. I will have mad wrapping skillz for my new hoops.

I have a question for all the ladies out there. My ball dress is an incredibly difficult color to describe but it’s sort of a warm, dusty grape color. Because of the warm, golden sort of reflect in the color I was thinking bronze shoes to wear with it but I think silver would be a bit striking because it’s much lighter and brighter than the fabric so it would look fun…or I could go plain black. I’m leaning towards silver but I’m open to suggestion. I’ll be wearing silver jewellery so silver would tie in with that. I can’t take a photo of my dress, I don’t have it yet and you have to really see the fabric in person to understand it. If anyone has seen a pair of sweet shoes with a low to mid height heel (I’m very wary of being too tall in heels and looking like a tranny with my short hair…not that there is anything wrong with trannies, I just want to look like a girl, and be able to walk in the shoes, and not end up being 6’8" or something crazy with them on).

I’m a bit cheesed, my skin has gone to shit. I have a little pimple near my nose stud which makes the stud look like it’s a bit festery and it’s not, it’s lovely. I also have two big pimples which are right under my skin on my chin and in my eyebrow (who even gets pimples in their eyebrow hair?!). I think it might be related to that fact it’s getting warmer and my pores are getting all excited about being able to open up and eat in all the moisturizer and gunk that gets on my face over the course of a day. It happens at the start of warmer weather every year and then it goes back to being lovely skin as it normally is. Hopefully it will be lovely again by next week.

Finally, I am going to get the Hairspray soundtrack tomorrow or Friday. I need to learn all the songs or I’ll feel a little bit less of a person.

I went to uni today. I know that in itself is a bit rare, but that’s not my point right now. Today is the first Tuesday I’ve gone to uni this semester and not had lunch with Wifey (and co.). I have purposefully avoided uni on Tuesdays since everyone has been on prac because Tuesdays were previously just about the highlight of my life week and knowing there was no one to play with at uni anymore was more than I could bear.

When I arrived at uni this morning I was a bit cranky. I had to come because I had to go to meet a girl I am working with for another subject after our lecture, having to attend a lecture is bad but I could handle it previously when I knew it was merely filler until I got to go play with my friends. Me, the girl I am working with and another girl I know ended up having lunch at the same cafe I normally have lunch at with my friends…talk about rubbing salt into a wound. As we were having lunch I saw the boy who normally has lunch with us, I waved at him but he was with other people and didn’t come over, which just further highlighted he was here but no one else I wanted was. I also saw Old Mate Suck It Up, which means nothing to anyone except Wifey, which, as you may have guessed, made things just a little bit worse.

So about now I am almost ready to cry because I want her to come back, I just want everyone to be back again and get to play with everyone again. I get the same way when I know Bestie will be home in a little while. I can handle her being away but when she’s almost home I remember exactly how heartbreaking it is not to have her around all the time. I feel the very same way at the moment, knowing I will be seeing Wifey in the flesh this time next week makes it seem almost unbearable to have to  wait so long! I think it’s worse because I can’t even email her to tell her anything. For four weeks now we have been chatting and she’ll ask what’s been happening or something and I’ve had nothing to say because I’ve done nothing much, but now I have lots of stories and I can’t tell her. Thankfully I saw her Bestie on Sunday and I get to see her again on Saturday, so it’s basically the next best thing, plus I know K has been missing her terribly as well, which makes me feel less like a giant sissy right now. I think I might even get to speak to her on Saturday because she should be someplace that has phone reception then so that’s only like three more days I have to suck it up for. I am going to stop now.

In other very exciting news I had an email from a lovely girl who wanted to use a little chunk of my blog in her assignment and she wanted my name for bibliographic purpose. I think this might be the pinnacle of my blogging career, let alone the fact I will be in a bibliography as opposed to just writing one like I have done for many, many years now. How exciting is that?! I hope she gets a 7.

• This is awesome. I saw the video on my ultimate lady crush’s Ellen’s show last week but today she had the actual guy doing it on her show. I am terribly impressed by it. He did it in one take originally and then on the show he did it flawlessly, being someone who is very unco any sort of tricky hand or movement skills are mind blowing to me. Go and be impressed by the mad hand moving skillz.

• It was super foggy this morning and then there was about the strongest wind I’ve ever seen this afternoon. The world is ending! I hate wind, it has stirred up lots of dust and junk in the air and now I feel like I’m in a fog of hayfever. My nose is fine to blow now (as long as I remember to dab and not pull the tissue down my nose) but some…nose juices leak out from the hole the stud is in sometimes, which is a bit feral. I wonder if you chuck when you have a labret or lip piercing whether some of the vomit juice would seep out those holes as well? I suppose nose juices are better because there is stomach acid in vomit and you’d think that would sting a bit. Am I the only person who thinks of these things?

• Wifey is out of contact for an entire week. She managed a sneaky email this morning, and a text while she was in reception on the way to her school camp but that will be it until about Saturday when she comes closer to civilization Brisbane. It’s all good, I can handle that, plus it means I might have something more worthwhile than normal to say if I save up all my chats for a whole week. I am going to the markets with K on the weekend, I have been told there is excellent chai and haloumi rolls. Dudes, if I needed any more reason to be there, that would be it.

• I posted my items that my stranger bought from me…the postage cost more than the item and because I had offered free postage it ended up costing me money to sell it. It would have been cheaper for me to give things away. Live and learn, they’ve never been that expensive to post before but I suppose with all the bubble wrap and stuff it made the parcel big but not heavy. Time to edit my listings I feel.

• I tried my Olay tanner, it has worked nicely and I really like that I don’t smell like a freshly baked treat after I put it on. This could solve my tanning dilemmas I discussed with my posse on the weekend, I’m sure you’ll all be pleased to know that. I hope it continues to develop in a golden brown sort of way and doesn’t move to the "orange" look. When I was waiting for K on the weekend I saw a couple of young, trendy girls and they were actually orange, like true a tandoori tan. I couldn’t look away, I would really dislike to be that color, but at the moment my teeth are already looking whiter so I know the tan is coming up well!

• I am working again on Friday. There will be income flowing! I will have pay put into my account this week! It’s all a bit scary and exciting. I laid down the law with Miss B this arvo (implemented a star chart, nothing like a bit of good, old fashioned bribery to get things back on track) and told her that we will take the first week of school holidays off because we both need a break. Well, me more so than her, she’d come all day, every day during the holidays if I’d let her, but I need to make myself available for hijinks, drunkenness, ddebauchery, sensible activities during uni holidays.

• This week cannot go fast enough! I am so living for next week coast, haircuts, ball, bbq, it’s like an entire week to maximum friend time, plus I get to mix the posse and uni friends at my bbq and because most uni people know about my blog it means no one has to lie about a back story and everyone can concentrate on getting drunk having fun. Plus, I got two pairs of enormous, dress up star shaped sunnies AND I know where to buy a tinsel wig. Life is good.

I love good weekends. I am pretty sure there aren’t many people who don’t like weekends, especially fun ones, but I thought I’d just state that.

Last night I hung with the Posse at Deb’s. Deb’s house is always fun because there is always pussycats and good things to eat…lots of things to eat in this instance. It was also a really "deep" night, you know how sometimes you just end up chatting about deep and heavy stuff? We had one of those nights, even though there was barely any alcohol involved, it must just have been one of those nights. It was really interesting though, I learned the finer details of what’s involved in a Brazilian, that most people have weird and wonderful families, that you can buy potatoes in a can, that you can fit the plate from a tiny BBQ right in the dishwasher and many, many more things that aren’t springing to mind right now.

We also had a bit of a vege feast, which was super yum and my world’s tiniest potato salad was more than enough to feed everyone. Hurrah! Satay lentil burgers are really nice, I will have to buy some for my own BBQ. I will also have to cook some wee potatoes from a can, that was yummy too. I had to drop Jac home so we left Deb’s at midnight and I got home just after 1am. Normally it would be a 30 minute run, all up, but the powers that be decided that it might be a lovely idea to shut part of the freeway and create a detour….to no where. So after winding around so backstreets we got Jac to her house and I created my own way home. Next time they decided to remove a footbridge I wish they’d choose a weekend that was a touch more convenient for me.

I woke up this morning with a splitting headache, I had a single glass of Yellow last night and it hurt me. I hadn’t had a drink in a month and Yellow is just poison at the best of times so it was a bad idea all round. Live and learn. K (Wifey’s Bestie, I need a good name for her, I don’t love usual initials for my regulars) called as we were planning to go out in the arvo to see if I was free to go out earlier. We met to watch Hairspray and decided to have a quick cup of tea beforehand, we got to the cinema five minutes before the movie started and had to sit in the second front row in an IMAX cinema. The screen was very large but I got used to it eventually and Hairspray was just as good as it was on Friday. I will see it again when Wifey is back as she wants to see it as well but it’s so good I don’t even mind seeing it three times. I need the soundtrack badly.

We had lunch after the movie and chatted. K is just lovely, aside from being a really good teacher she’s also a compulsive over thinker and organizer so she’s definitely a girl after my own heart. I’ve hung out with her a fair bit with Wifey but never alone and it was really fun to piece together all the stories Wifey had told me and the ones K told me today, I love learning about new people. She has taught in the country for a little bit and gave me some pointers about what to expect and told me more than I ever wanted to know about what happens when you go ‘roo shooting (not that I am particularly keen to shoot anything, but it’s always good to know stuff).  We have made plans to go to the foodie markets next weekend and get supplies for cocktails because she’ll be at the coast when I go next week as well as coming to the ball too! It’s all very exciting!

In other equally exciting news, I made my first "stranger" sale today! Someone I don’t know has bought a pair of my button earrings from Made It! I closed my Etsy store on Saturday in favor of Made It, so it sort of makes me feel like it was the right decision.