Tuesday, September 26, 2006

happeeee

Today i am filled with happee-ness.

Do you hear me people? I'm not NOT in a bad mood... i'm actually in a GOOD mood!!

It started this morning with waking up after a GOOD night's sleep (enough hours and good quality).




Then continued with a a good hair day (these really are few and far between).



Then I walked outside and it was beautiful SUNSHINE.


Then I got to work and got an email from my sister who lives overseas.


And THEN i got an email from my beautiful Cousin who lives overseas also...


It's school holidays... so when I finish work I've finished teaching for the whole day...


I'm almost up to date with my study...


happee happee joy joy. And so to you.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Music makes me happee.

Music makes me happy. New Music makes me happier.

Songs I'm in love with that I have downloaded lately:

Scorch, Macromantics
Setting Sun, Howling Bells
Sarah, Eskimo Joe
Original Fire, Audioslave
Miss Murder, AFI
Animals, Nickelback
Science is Golden, the Grates
All Hail the Serpent Queen, Goodnight Nurse
Over My Head , the Fray
The Only Way, Gotye
Sexyback Justin Timberlake
Supermassive Blackhole Muse
Down at the 303 Cat Empire

They're brilliant. Seriously. All of them. They've made this last couple of weeks lovely.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

My excitement is quite sad really.

One of the big highlights of living with my parents is cable tv and really fast internet with an (almost) unreachable download limit. I'm not much of a "watch tv at normal primetime" type person. I tend to download series of shows and watch them until 2am 4 nights in a row, thus getting through the whole season in one week. This is a very satisfying way to watch these series (at least, in an instant gratification kind of way). I suspect, however, that a large part of the anticipation is lost when you don't have to wait a week between episodes to find out what's going to happen next.

Currently I am hooning my way through the West Wing. Australian television viewers were, apparently, screwed over on numerous occasions as to the screening of this brilliant series. I, however, never really watched it much. I downloaded seasons 5, 6 & 7, and am almost finished season 7, which also happens to be the end of the series (I think). Last night I experienced the tv moment that, for me, has been about the most anticipated of my entire tv-series-watching life. Seriously, the build up to this moment has been going on for about 4 or 5 seasons. Throughout these last two seasons this moment has been so close you could almost touch it, and yet kept being snatched away: people disappearing for whole episodes at a time, people having fights, people turning away when they should have kept walking, and people almost dying.

So when it finally occurred, i found myself whooping with joy and actually punching the air. Yes, that's right, I was lying in bed and started jumping around with a big grin on my face.

So.... do you want me to tell you what happened?



Do you want me to tell you why I was so excited?




.....




Oh come on. You know you do.





Ok. (beware this contains a spoiler for the last season of the West Wing, so if you haven't seen it and you intend to, stop reading now!).





Donna Moss and Josh Lyman FINALLY got together.



OH MY GOD FINALLY...

Now over the past couple of months that I have been watching the West Wing, I have developed a little crush on Josh Lyman. Don't laugh. Seriously, brains and wit. One of the most powerful political minds in the (fictional) United States with a tendency to be excitable and angry and passionate. What doesn't this guy have going for him? I know he's fictional, but i sincerely wish he wasn't. So, Josh Lyman, a tribute to you.


(I tried to put a photo of the happy couple in here, but it doesn't seem to be working...)

As I think about what i've just written, and how much I've obsessed over Josh and Donna all morning, I've begun to think that I'm actually just a tad sad. Just like I was almost in tears when Logan left for Europe at the end of the most recent Gilmore Girls last season, and when that heart patient Denny died at the end of Grey's anatomy after Izzy tried to make him worse to get him a heart transplant. Is it just me, or does everybody get this involved in the stories they watch? I really do sometimes forget that it's not real. Oh dear. I need to start sleeping at 3am instead of watching tv shows.

And don't even get me started on my most recent obsession with Girls of the Playboy Mansion (also known as The Girls Next Door). Perhaps I'll save that for another day.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Revelations.

Yesterday at Chadstone, I was outside the movies with my brother and one of our friends, and we thought we'd go to a movie. We read this:

"A secret he would not share. An obsession he could not control. A mystery he dare not resolve. A dancer at the peak of his powers is abducted by three women, abused then thrown back into the world twelve days later, a broken man. A psychological mystery about a man's struggle to regain his lost self...."

Book of Revelations.


We thought it looked quite good.






Boy Oh BOY were we wrong.



I saw Tom Long's flaccid penis.

I saw him fucked up the ass by a faceless woman with a strap-on.

I saw more sex than I've seen in any movie that wasn't "officially" porn.

I saw him attack a woman in the bathrooms of a nightclub because she had red hair and nice nails.

I saw Greta Scaaci looking much older and sicker than she should.

I saw alot of "contemporary" dance.

I heard WAY too much silence.




Lets just say that the only two things this movie had going for it, in my opinion, were the song that was on while he was attacking the woman in the bathroom, and Colin Friels, who is looking quite dashing these days with his grey "do."

Thursday, September 07, 2006

uninspired

Uninspired. That's what I am. N


othing is wonderful, nothing is terrible.


I don't have anything to complain about, but nor do I have anything to exclaim about.


It's just blah.


blah blah blah blah


So, dear readers, until I find some inspiration (i'm open to any form), posting may be somewhat haphazard.

Apologies in advance, and do know that I still love you all.


Yes. even you.


Love me.

Monday, September 04, 2006

sun sun sun sun

Ahhhh the nice weather is here.

The weather really makes a difference to my mood… when it’s sunny that is. I’m not necessarily LESS happy when it’s raining and overcast, in fact I quite enjoy that kind of weather. At this time of year though, I am more often cheerful for absolutely no reason.

Take Friday for instance… it was as if someone had given me happy drugs.

Saturday too.

And then there was Sunday. Who the fuck made it rain again?