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?