This brain requires mashment.

The history assignment was handed in only four days late, the INGS stands at three days today, if I get it in tomorrow - this is the aim minions, Ive only lost 4%. Which woe-betide ain't so awful.

Without sounding melodramatic, everyone is moving onwards and upwards and Im not. I like being at uni and working crappy part time jobs to travel and see things, but what if I should start being a little more organized? Like applying for internships and finding 'appropriate' jobs? This worries me somedays, what if Im the cheap, failure of a friend who doesn't amount to much and becomes a waitress, rooming with her bestfriend and hoping for better?

On the bright side, that is how Rachel met her lobster, so there is hope in every scenario, ha, ha.

Bad jokes aside, I'd like to send a hearty congratulations to Jen - Lady band VI herself who had just been appointed a brand spanking, high-ranking position with a respected magazine. This coupled with her leaving for Cardiff to present papers, calls for some serious celebration.

Seeing as she is most likely at work, attempting to slow time down to fit it all in, I'll raise my glass to her and congratulate her from afar =) Im sure she'll do us all proud.

In other news, the wedding invitation for BiologyBoy arrived some time two weeks ago. The Three Stooges are all attending and we look forward to pics and glitz from that arena come July 3rd.

Someone annoying once remarked these things always come in threes, the good news', the bad news, the promotions, the dissapointments.

Im counting, two good news', one huge disaster and a girl seeing which side tips first - this April.

Cannot wait to see what May brings, which end of the pendulem will win this race..*baited breath*

Question, does anyone else have a month which they know is disastrous for them, like on the first of it you just want to crawl into bed and wake up on the first of the month following?

Mine is the Atrocious Aprils - nothing ever goes right for me. Its like the Feburay Frazzles? And if you'r shaking your head now, okay, so Im not normal. Bah!

Right, off to get that INGS essay done.. coz tomorrow Anthropology shall be calling my name from the depths of its dungeons.

Tally-ho for now... I see picnic baskets with my name on them.

 

Movies to come hither

Instead of doing my History essay (on plagues, four days late) Ive decided to write a post about movies Im looking forward to in the coming months. Im not sure which months, but my sources, okay Google alerts, have a definite 2010 release net for me. I can work with that.

These aren't in any particular order, just, you know.

Inception, Dicaprio, Ellen Page, Cillian Murphy, Joseph Gordon Levitt and director Christopher Nolan? What kind of a person would miss this?! They've kept the story under wraps, only releasing the very barest of details: expect something a little warped with lots of trippy mind control stuff. The poster speaks for itself..

Armed with this brilliant cast, and a director like Nolan whose blue-black tinge have grown on me mighty fondly, I shall happily venture the cinema halls.

Next, we have Tomorrow: When the War Began. Don't roll your eyes, I really enjoyed the books. Not so pleasant surprise consider I'd previously not appreciated books about war or dystopic fiction. No, I think they may actually have done a decent job with the film. It was always one of those novels that could do well as a film - think of the hundreds of thousands of Australian school children grateful to the production company. Instead of reading the novel, they'll be renting the movie.

Jokes apart, Im not too sure on the cast, only face I recognise is the tall blondie whose dad's a football player and his main claim to fame is being the cute, religous boy from Home and Away. But still. The previews look pretty catastrophic, which frankly is what the book did - bring in destruction three chapters in and never look back.

Besides Ellie was a kick-ass character who grows throughout the novels.. on that note, I wonder if they'll actually adapt all seven (+later three) novels? Also, placing my money on cute-religous-blonde boy playing Homer or Kevin.. could go either way methinks..

Kris and I caught Iron Man II the other day, it was entertaining. I thought it was well done and more or less what Ive come to expect from superhero movies, funny, light and not requiring too much brainwork. Regardless, it was the previews that really caught my attention. There is an Austrian film (finally) coming out here, The White Ribbon.

Ive been looking forward to it since it win the Golden Palm at the Cannes film festival last year. It sounds brilliant and being shot in black-white, I'll feel all old school when I watch it. The plot isn't too cheerful, set in pre WWI German village, it follows the lives of a school teacher and children. When mysterious things begin to happen to the towns inhabitants they look toward the teacher.. I didn't read on but from what I gather it gets kookier.

Im looking forward to this one most of all.

There is also a remake of Nightmare on Elm Street; When in Rome starring Kristen Bell and Josh Dhumal; a remake of the wonderful British film Death at a Funeral - I hope they don't screw this one up. The fourth Shrek installment is coming, I remember early years of high school when the first one came out. Has it really been that long? Wow.

A new Karate Kid is also in the works, with Jackie Chan as Mr Miyagi? Hmm.. Predators, with an 's' so its the sequel to 1987's (?) Predator, but it stars Adrian Brody whom I haven't seen in a looong time, so. Motivation acheived. Beastly starring Neil Patrick Harris and Vanessa Hudgens, yes that shocked looked was my initial reaction as well. But still, NPH.

Scott Pilgrim vs. the world, a really dodgy film no doubt based on an even dodgier set of comic books, but one of the kids I sat for loved it and I was regularly regaled with tales of Scott Pilgrim, the 'coolest' guitarist in The World. Lol, young love. But Michael Cera is cast as Scott, it cannot be all bad.

Going the Distance, a Drew Barrymore film with Justin Long, of He's Just Not That Into You fame, and Christina Applegate, who I haven't seen nor heard of in years, constitutes a Wow.

Lisa Kudrow, (Pheobe from Friends) and Amanda Byrnes are bringing in Easy A, Rob Reiner's Flipped, based on a lovely book I read many moons ago and You Again that has a brilliant chick-esuq cast will help me get to the September months.

Dear Roze

Dear Roze,

Heylo! Welcome to your blog. Its a kooky place, and we definitley get a little creepy. On occassion. With the right people. But of course.

As you have a week off starting today, I feel some general instructions are in order. Here is a list of all the things, I, your subconscious, feel you should do in the next few days. Come next Thursday / Friday respond to me and let me know how you went.

- Finish off Everwood Season 2

- Finish off Angel Season 1

- Read 2 of the books on your to read list

- See atleast 2 people you have avoided, ahem, not seen in the past few weeks.

- Type up a solid set of history notes. Make sure you actually read what your typing so your upto speed post break.

- The above may also be applied to Anthropology. I feel the last lecture was entirely out the other ear.

- Also, maybe try this with INGS as well.

- History essay should be atleast half completed, if not a proper draft.

- INGS essay must be drafted. Must, must, must.

- cook atleast 3 new dishes this week and feed the unsuspecting.

- buy yourself a sunflower this week if atleast 3 things on this list are entirely, word-for-word accomlished!

All the best.

May the force be with you.

Izzy.

Egg-breaking and other misdemeanors

I wanted to share this egg-breaking moment...

...I have so very few of them..

...assignment #3 is well on its way to being cracked.

Somedays...

... we do all those things we shouldn't.

But, oh! The fun in it!

Roscars

A highly non-prestigous award derived entirely from those poor sods who happen to feature in my brilliantly chaotic life. If you've copped an inhonourable mention, breathe sunshine, coz its an honour. Of the worst kind that you will grow to love.

Here they are.. the first part of this year's categories and nominations. 

The-you're-awesome-and-require-attention Award:

Eppi Northey: For being the most patient friend I could ask for.

Brendan King: For undertanding that sometimes sheep and Jesus feature in our discussions, and that's okay.

Luzian Ong: For being so incredibly lovely with her time when I ring randomley with pleas to save me from Myer penance.

Kris Donath: For having the sheer idiocy and some would say, bravery to travel halfway across the world with me and come home alive.

Greatest 'Huh?' moment:

Em Le: "Peter Pun?" *breaks into hysterical giggles*

Lizzie Riley: "But WHY does she call you Binks? WHY?"

Suze Nunes: "Wait. You actually thought a small man sat at a desk pressing a button to open the automatic doors?" *bahahaha*

Laziest friend of the Year:

Em Le: "Can't we just wait for the life to take us downstairs?"

Binks Vermeulen: "Wait There is walking to the corner store? Forget it."

Hottest Grin:

Stefan Marcaros

Simon J. Dee.

Laura-Lye Donath

Siobhan Lan

Chabi Kos

Biggest Stalker / Obsessive Fan:

Monica Atlamaz: Need I say Twilight?

Binks Vermeulen: Flying to see men of her obsessions, twitter, I would even believe bush-stalking.

Lizzie Riley: Accomplice to the above. If not equal masterplotter.

Best Movie / TV show watching buddy:

Monica Atlamaz: all those movie / tv show nights would be complete without her!

Binks Vermeulen: Committed attender, manages to bring dvds most nights.

Em Le: Not so eager participant who cannot be counted upon for dvds, yet can be counted upon for Angus.

Angus Rowan: Almost equal to Monica's attending rates, also supplier of appropriate movie night dvds

Jude Corbishley: Attender, critiquer and fellow non bringer.

Friend who gave the best present over the last 12months:

Binks Vermeulen: Everwood season 1 dvd set.

Em Le: J.C.O's Big Mouth & Ugly Girl

Jude Corbishley: Nights of Mayhem

Kris Donath: Angel series, several books and accompaniment overseas.

First round of categories and nominations now complete. All grievances and complaints will be ignored.

You may buy me the bust above as bribery to further your nomination.

Second round of categories / nominations shall be posted on Sunday.

Winners announced next week.

A song, a rhyme: My contribution to the Valentines epidemic

I know he knocks you off your feet
You're so bitter; you think he's sweet
Well he's wrong for you, I swear

Did you forget to read the script?
There was never a role for him
It was always you and me, just me

Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now

I know you never felt romance
And we always lack suspense
I can edit those parts out

I never made you feel complete
I would fall beneath your feet
I would never bring you down, so down

Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now

Just because he loves you too
He would never take a bullet for you
Don't believe a word he says
He would never cut his heart out for you

I heard he wrote you a song
But so what
Some guy wrote 69
And one just ain't enough

And there's so sense in trying
I know coz I've been
Trying all the time to find something that would make you mine
But all I ever find my love
Are cliches that don't rhyme

Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now..


Just because he loves you too
He would never take a bullet for you
Don't believe a word he says
He would never cut his heart out for you

It took me 20 years to learn..

... there is far too much time, effort and energy involved in avoiding facts. Telling the truth is so much easier.

Dwell in possibility, dream from Jupiter

I was watching - well, attempting to finish season one of Angel today. Not highly entertaining stuff in itself, but one of the scenes caused an epiphany.

What one sees, what you hear and what is understood, are three very separate things.

It's a really odd system in my opinion, but in my case - and Cordelia's- so true. Angel asks her to get him a stake.. and her response? 'You want a steak? Its not even midday yet..Oh. Oh. Sure.'

Mmhm, so very typically me.

Regardless, my theory applies. Think about it. Your speaking to someone and they tell you there are cats raining outside. I would automatically envision furry felines being pelted at me from the skies. But thats just me.

It isn't even logical in my case, merely an inability to read below the surface. 

This brings me to another misadventure from this week, unrelated but just as odd - enrolment at the University of Sydney.

The lovely MonB and Jude accompanied me.. and I was afraid for my life about 20 minutes into the exercise. Both of the ladies became so enthusiastic about the units I was being offered that the suggestions began flying left, right, centre, midfield.. Wow.

We escaped, me with my head and mind intact about an hour after we had begun - with each of the three stages successfully endured. Form filling- ugh. Submitting- to four different people in three different places. Mug shots - lord SAVE ME!

At the end of the torture, I mean enrolment session - we all high tailed it out of there and into a bus to go home - my home- and spend some quality time with Cary Grant.

All in all a highly painful, yet fulfilling day.

This is all from me for now - and for all the text messages I recieve after particularly disturbing blog posts, danke my comrades - atleast I am being read *pokes tongue out*

Today's muddle: Is it better to dwell on things or embrace the opportunity?

All the best voids are filled with stars

While I haven't quite grasped the finer points of blogging, I feel Ive done okay. Right? A smattering of whinges, a sprinkle of thoughtful ones, a dash of favourites and lists, garnished with a twinge of my largely uneventful private life.

This post is going to attempt each of those, as per the sarcastic tone most of these have, with a side of my off-beat humour.

Whinge of this week: certain people Ive been co-inhabiting with really must leave. I can only put up with a male presence in my life from afar. Hate to break it to all the father-figure hopefuls out there, but I really cannot, will not and do not want or need a 'dad'. I had one of those once, he was terrible at it, Ive since moved on as has he. Position cancelled and destroyed.

The less said on that topic the better I think.

Thoughts of the week: Sex is wonderful. I can say this on here and not embarrass the lucky *ahem* guy as he doesn't read these posts *score!* There are so many things that we as humans should embrace and having sex is definitley one of those. Also, reading. A good book or well written peice can give almost the same high, in some cases surpass the high of great sex.

Favourites and lists.. hmm top 3 highs of this week: 
1. My new planner! It arrived and has its rightful, lovely space on my desk. 
2. Writing.. somehow Ive managed a short story. Its terrible stuff, but feels great to get out.
3. Its raining Binks+Em

Point #3 is pretty awesome. I just read Binks' post and realised that yes, we have seen A Lot of each other in the past week. From dinner, clubbing [we must never attempt this again], to Torchwood and cake expeditions we have done quite well.

Largely uneventful private life: Has remained a largely blank void. There was the addition of Si-mon, mmhm, the friend from Decemeber who now snogs me somewhat regularly. The increase in Em and Binks and the giving of blood on Friday last week which led to hilarity. I suppose each event forms a star.. or something sparkly with a little fire at its centre.

Annie D has made a reappearance, she has been seen and teased mercilessley for the month of January. Oh Febuary, how I look forward to thee. For all unfamiliar with AnnieD, she's my rock, and I was hers [ to some extent I hope] in our first year of university. She survived being my neighbour, yes, I was the creepy one who lived next door and peeked over the fence regularly.

Mon, the lovely Mon was sighted and hugged at the Establishment on Saturday evening. Ahem, the club exercise. Her t-shirts and One Tree Hill sit in their pretty position by my bed.

Mission of the week is to see a few more poor sods, and unleash a few more old jokes. Perhaps hear from UAC some form of good news.. expecting some t-shirts I ordered last week, pre my destituteness. But they were Buffy t-shirts! So its okay, right? Right.

Tomorrow shall see the gathering of me and mine at Em's house. Her beloved parentals have left for a few weeks off in 'Nam. And we have been making the most of it. Tomorrow we celebrate Australia Day in true 'us' fashion.. with Star Wars marathons and cakes to be provided by yours truly.

Now, this dearly devoted must venture off into the other end of the void and play a tune for the mighty. Or perhaps just do some more baking.

All in favour of butterfly cakes for Australia Day, say Aye!

Bad moon rising

It never rains, but it certainly pours.


Strap on the helmet, pull on the denim, slather on the sunscreen and twenty minutes later your peddling your mightiest toward the park. Ten minutes into the steep climb up the furthest hill from your home and it begins to pour.


Not the soft, tear filled rain of the movies. Vicious, angry balls of water being hurled at you from the heavens. This is when you know your screwed. Heading back in the downpour is asking for trouble - the bicycle will slide down the hill and take you plummeting with it. Keep going and the pain you feel across your back shall multiply ten-fold as the pelting becomes louder, harsher and filled with a fierce intensity.

As a kid, I imagined a very angry little girl, filled to the brim with ferocious emotions struggling with her self and others. That kind of frustration can lead to tantrums, yelling and the hurling of objects with such speed and strength that raindrops will become stones of liquid.


Basically, some days, sometimes you just can't win. We all have them. And boy do they suck.

All things considered things could have been worse. I know, I know, you'll say Im playing the glad-game again. I am. So shoot me. It could have rained on me like child's play and added the cherry to a deliciously sweet cake already. Deliciously disastrous I must point out.


Irony there. Contradictory statements galore. UAC is not cooperating, but thats okay. All is not lost till Ive rung them and deduced what exactly the hitch was.. even then, USyd could be directly applied, as could Macquarie or Wollongong or wherever. There is hope, young one.


All the other issues Im sure can be sorted out tomorrow. And once they are, I will write a lovely post about all the wonderful things that have happened this week. There have been many and each was accompanied with a *Smile*


As unclear and dense as this post is, I shall leave it. I hear a shower, a book and a comfortable bed calling my name.

NaNoWriMo - First 200 words.

Its been two months coming, and I apologise. For everyone who heard, 'next week' from me over the past few months.. Im sorry. In attempts to placate certain readers *ahem* here is the first, what could loosely be termed excerpt to my NaNoWriMo novel exercise. If it drives you round the bend, join the club.

Im choosing not to explain what the story is about or any of that - just read it, criticise me in person and if Im feeling less evil then other days, I shall answer questions. Oh, and the title just stuck Im afraid.

The plane bruised my liver a little

She turned her head, as if to signal the end of the argument. A moment passed. He stared at the averted eyes, thank ful he could not see the cold rejection in her slate gray pupils. The tilt of her head showed him the pointed chin, high cheekbones and pale face that all relayed the same message.

She was done with him.

He took one last, long look at the frosted beauty, one he could never appease. Shaking his head slightly, he too, turned away.

Back to back, they would have appeared to a bystander as if lovers in argument, two sides to a coin destined to stay together. But truth is always stranger then fiction, and thus the tale begins. With the departure of a hero and the dissapointment of a heroine.

A son in denial and a mother in resolve.

Twenty-10

We're baaaaack.

Kris and I survived. Actually we did a little better and managed to have a brilliant time. Imagine the best orgasm you've ever had, combine this with the elation you felt post the HSC and you'll know exactly how we felt during the trip.

We were excited to begin with. There was also apprehension and a kind of will-we-kill-each-other fear in the initial plane ride over [yep, all 30 hours of flying and transit], but post the arrival in Dubai, it was smooth sailing.

The weather was cold. YES to everyone whose asked if my toes froze, they did indeed. Several times, because of course there was thawing once we went inside.. and re freezing when we returned outside. There was the building of several snowpeople. Visiting of castles, and palaces. Though the castles were preferred.

I managed to get Kris drunk. No small feat I promise you. But more on that later.. for now, hello twenty-10 and good riddance two-thousand and-nine. For a year littered with moving houses [Binks], discovering cradle snatching [Mon] and finding a full-time job before she graduated [Em] - I think we were all a little happy to see the year pass away.

Last year's resolutions were few in number and I think I achieved each.

1. Be happy.

2. Pass Honours.

3. Save some money atleast!

And the drumroll please..

1. Of Course! Am I anything but?

2. Yep, managed to do a little better then pass, which made my mummy happy =)

3. I saved.. a little. I spent Alot. Ah well.

Which brings me to Twenty-10.

I'll call them goals this year..

1. Be happy.

2. Do one thing everyday that scares me.

3. Buy a manual Barnaby: learn to drive it first.

4. Uni.. try to try a little harder.

5. Learn either fencing or kick boxing.

6. Delve into the wonderful and non-paid world of internships / work experience.

7. Buy the best birthday presents ever.

Granted I do the last one anyway.. the others shall all require some form of effort. Yay! Effort..

In other news, cannot remember if James aka Buffy shirt boy was mentioned previously.. but he was the last friend I made for 2009. This year, the target is to get to 20 new friends before June. All who think I can do this, say Aye! For all who care, last year I managed 11.

Oh yeah, *shakes booty*

As far as the Adventures of Krize go, I shall post and upload images sl-oo-ww-ll-y, because as you all know, Im technologically disadvantaged. And yes, Im still blaming mum for this. We termed them 'adventures' and there are 45 all up I believe.

Not bad for 3 weeks, 9 days of snow, 2 blizzards and one week of non bed sharing. We did good indeed!

Right bloggites, Im off to cook and entertain company.. hope your all non sweaty and relatively cool in this heat.

Today's muddle: Will Twenty-10 be the year that the robots attack?

Trip related goodness

In 13 hours I'll be flying alongside the lovely Ms Dotter on what is the maiden voyage of our trip. Not sure if that made sense entirely, but you know what I mean.

First flight we're catching together to begin 3 weeks of each other, the UK, winter and FUN! The last one is a non negotiable. Hehehe, poor Kris has no idea what she's in for.. it shall be fun indeed.

In silly news, the hogmenay tickets havent arrived yet. This doesnt bode well for our NYE, but Ive double and triple checked the details they sent me and its possible we're one of the ones to pick upour tix at the doors.. hmm shall be interesting no doubt. We'll work something out, not too stressed, there are still many tickets out there.

All our hotels were sorted, agent152 is very resourceful and solved all last minute dilemmas that arose with Vicarage, now there should be no problems bar the usual food ones we'll face. Soup, here we come!

Kris arrives later tonight, mum shall take us to the airport tomorrow morning - yep the dreaded 4am check-in session. And at 6am we fly. Off into the sunrise, quite literally.

I shall miss you all. Yes, even you in the back there. If you've given me your address, rest assurred the drunken postcards will begin arriving soon.. I have a reputation to protect after all =-)

If you haven't, well, arent you missing out then.

If there be internet access, and if time permits, I shall update that which agent152 and I get upto.. or down too. If not, you'll have to hold out like everyone else for the stories when we return.

Its snowing in London. Score!

Evenin' fellow bloggites, have yourselves a lovely holiday season and party well!

The wisdom of Drusilla

Her heart pounded and butterflies roamed free - all through her body the vibration of both made her want to throw up. Anxiety is a small word for any kind of first. The first time you public speak, the first time there are introductions, the very first meeting between two strangers.

Dru wasn't too keen on any of this. The thoughts 'why was this happening' and 'how can I get out of this' were running around and around in a huge spiral of this and that through her mind. Somethings are difficult no matter what you say and force yourself to think, meeting a boy you've only spoken to on the phone and online is one of these.

He was awesome. Starting from his shoes and ending with his hair, it was all pretty fantastic. No white trainers [yep, Mon], no skinny jeans, none of that black eyeliner and definitley no ebony dyed hair. With a sense of humour to boot. How on earth was she meant to keep her hands and mouth to herself NOW?

The first time they met, there was a trip to the amusement park - which ended up being closed. Never fear, they ambled along the harbour and piers talking. Rambling from one topic to the other with an ease she hadn't felt with anyone in a long time. It was like lightening in slow motion.

The first time ended on a great note. He was laughing and she was smiling.

She coudn't stop herself from wanting to meet him again. They made plans for the next week. Chuckles. This time he was making the plans, and she hoped perhaps this time, things would go according to plan.

Not that plans and their failure had mattered all that much last time anyway.

But you are not a Jedi, yet.

Clearly my binge on Pirates and Jedi's is spilling over into my other worlds. Superhumans have always held a special kind of sway over me.

Last week involved the last of the rituals, then Dorian Gray on Tuesday evening with Mon and Binks. Loved Dorian!! Ben Barnes is brilliant form of humanity. Physically speaking of course =) His acting wasn't too bad either.

This weeks laser tag session has been cancelled, far too many people were busy and doing other people to come. Sigh. In brighter news, there are still quite a few number of things on this week: Movies with Brad late in the afternoon tomorrow, Wednesday at 152's, Wednesday evening dinner with Rosie. Thursday a surprise activity - for him, not me- with Simon. I know!! How cool is it, I have a friend called Simon now.. yep, Em there shall be epic Si-Mon jokes to come. Friday work and then Green Day with Binks. Phew. If I survive all that, work again on Saturday.

The only real downer in all this is that Ive managed to pull a muscle again! I know, second time in two years. Not a record I wanted to set, believe me. Therapy everyday till Friday and then some. SIGH.

Next week, Saturday, agent152 and I fly to London! Yay! Its come up on so quickley.. we only booked the tickets like two days ago. Oh and we found a lovely hotel, Blooms near the West End to spend xmas in. Yep, all well and good on that score.

Before that, Ive made plans with my cousin Rosie on Wednesday - next week- and Thursday lunch with 152 and Janne. Yep, not stretching myself too thin at all =p

Alright, thats all from me now. Might try out the first part of my NaNoWriMo story later on here.. for the moment, I await Luke's hand being destroyed with the lines, "I am your father, Luke."

Noooooooooooooooo............