Took a break from feeling like crap, and saw The 40-year Old Virgin with Li today, and it was good. Two thumbs up.

Now I'm back to studying and feeling like zombie ninjas are clubbing my brain with a thousand poisonous nun-chucks. No, not really. I just thought it was time to put in some imagery.

Have a couple of FOs but lack the strength to hold the camera still enough to take pictures.
*slumps forward onto keyboard*

adfagnl/

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Got Halloween treats from my SP!




The ghosty Lindts remind me of ghosty Coco Pops. I wish they still made those.

I was digging through my closet last night, trying to find something suitable for a Halloween costume, when I came across the most tragic outfit ever. It was a pants-top set, vaguely leopard print. I don't know where they came from, but I hope that whoever gave them to me meant them to be PJs. The elastic around the waist is insanely tight. I think it's about 20 inches unstretched. It's that sort of very thick elastic that cuts into the waist and creates attractive bulges everywhere (that's sarcasm).

(put tragic photo here)

I think it'd be really great with a pair of ears and a tail.

You are so sexy. I think I love you

"...people just write about how depressed they are, and people tell them they should be and would be better off killing themselves."
--Jules on blogs

Haha, I think that's excellent :D
Just had to share.

Did you know...

...that tattoos are actually quite hard to remove (even temporary ones)?

Curse you, you boozy wench! Argh!

Oktoberfest!

Stupid slow internet is preventing me from uploading a photo of my Oktoberfest temp tatt. Anyway...

I had a great time at Oktoberfest with Spa last night. It would've been much better if other people had come, but I only decided to go the day before and Soph only decided to go at 12 pee em Thursday, so there wasn't much notice. I suppose everyone was busy with study too. I rushed my philosophy essay on Weds night (finished at 3 ay em) so that I could give it in on Thurs afternoon.

I'm glad we went, because I met a lot of new people. (And now Mum doesn't have to hear me complain about not going anywhere)

What did we do, you ask? A bit of drinking, a bit of dancing. I distinctly remember that everything seemed so funny and that I was in a really good mood.

I got free (male) underwear, XL, that says "Dare Coffee Shots" on the back. On the front is a pic of a coffee bean, smack on the crotch. Above the bean are large letters proclaiming "KEEPS YOU UP." I don't know what to do with them yet.

Today is William's birthday! As I never seem to age, and he is ageing rapidly, eventually we will be twins :D That's going to be awesome.

Why didn't I know about this? :(
leana says:
have i whinged about mrs knott to u about the whole indo thing?

BBQ [Mr Shine. Him Diamond] says:
not yet...?

leana says:
she's gotten rid of indo completely

leana says:
and mrs stocker isn't returning

leana says:
something about maternity leave and too much of a hassle and real difficulty finding another indo teacher

leana says:
stupid woman!

BBQ [Mr Shine. Him Diamond] says:
what a moron

BBQ [Mr Shine. Him Diamond] says:
let's write her an angry letter

BBQ [Mr Shine. Him Diamond] says:
in indonesian

leana says:
yes!!

I hate Mrs Snott. The school's going down the flusher. I hope she didn't cancel Indo because we did crap in the HSC. Bad Quaffy, bad! *Slaps self silly* When I go to Speech Day at the end of the year, I'm going to give her a dirty look.

Wanna see some pitchers?

W00t! This morning I got another package from the mysterious Canadian.

This comes from the Silk Tree in BC. The purple is supposedly from two different dye lots, but I can't tell. The yarn is even sexier in person. It's shiny and silky soft and I'm intimidated by how attractive it is. Go on, lick the monitor. That's what I'd be doing if I didn't actually have a freshly wound ball in my hand, but I do. *Thumbs nose at you and strokes yarn*

The yarn immediately said to me "lace shawl" so that's what I've been doing instead of studying. I'm taking the stole pattern from the Australian Creative Knitting 2004 annual, but continuing the increases to make a triangular shawl. Then I'll probably use the silver to do some sort of edging (undecided as to which). Then I might crochet a bit of purple all the way around to balance it out. The green thing is my A4 philosophy booklet, to give you an idea of what I've done so far.
Note: I can post pics of the WIP because I'm so darn pleased with it that I'm sure I won't frog anything.

Why is this photo so dark? *curses camera* The very dark thing is the card from my Ess Pee, the thing that says Notebook is a basket of apples, and in the fore is a pack of extremely funky tissues. Mum says they are "too good to use." I will definitely not be blowing my nose on them. If anyone has a nice, un-gross suggestion for what else to do with tissues, please give it to me.


More Burt's Bees! The body lotion, as well as smelling fantastic, comes in a bottle that's the perfect size and shape for using as a nostepinne. I used it to wind the silk. *grins* I tried out the soap in the shower and came out all citrussy. Have yet to use the hand salve. (Is that Burt? He looks a bit sinister. Don't trust men with beards.)



A tiger striped measuring tape! William broke my crappy old Lincraft one last week. I forbade him to touch this one. I don't have words for how cool this is.
What are those festive objects, I hear you ask? Are they edible? Yes, but I wouldn't advise it. Those are the funniest soaps I've ever seen. I couldn't stop laughing at them. Mum said that these are also "too good to use." But I will use them, because I want to see if what's trapped inside is more soap, or plastic shapes.

Thanks Ess Pee! You're ultimate!

I'm writing an essay about De Rerum Natura and I'm up to my eyeballs in stress. Only 2000 words to go! This is THE text that shaped my views on mortality, so I should be enjoying it more (no sarcasm). This is what happens when you leave things until the last minute.

I put links to blogs I read in the sidebar. That's really for my benefit, so I don't have to (try to) remember the URLs. I bet I've left someone out, but I'll remember when I see them in chat (which is French for cat, if you're interested).

Did a lot of knitting while computer man had the computer and I had nothing else to do. I don't dare to put up pictures of WIPs because I know I'll probably frog them and turn them into something else and I'd hate for people to see what a nut I am.

I hate beggars (a story)

Yesterday at work I was cheerfully stirring the choc dip, when a group of girls in school uniform came up to the counter.
Oh goody, thought I. They are customers.
The girl at the fore of the group asked me “Can I have a free scoop?”
Oh, thought I. Very amusing.
“No…?” said I.
“Give me something for free?” the girl said again, with huge puppy eyes.
I ignored her, which normally works when stupid people think they’re being funny.
“Haven’t you got anything that’s free?” asked the girl, seemingly oblivious to my struggle to hold back snark. People traditionally pay for goods and services, I wanted to say. Even primitive people have bartering systems. Even the homeless sell the Big Issue instead of begging.
“Is this one of those jokes where I say ‘Sure, you can have something’, and you say ‘Ho ho, I was just joking. I’ll really buy something now.’ Ha ha, very amusing?”
“Nuh,” she said, unaffected. “Can you give me something?”
“No,” I said. “Why don’t you try Japan Crepe or NZ Natural?”
“Do you think they’ll give it to me?”
“You could always try.”
I just wanted her to go away. But she just stood there. Every few seconds she’d say “please” and try to look as sad as possible. I then busied myself with trying to separate the sprinkles into different colour groups so I wouldn’t have to look at her.
“Just give me one scoop of Cookie Cream,” said she.
At least know what you’re begging for, damn you! It’s Cookies AND Cream. I ignored her for several minutes more. Finally, she turned away.
“You’re slack,” she said.

Afterwards I came home and cried until my lacrimal ducts were raw and bloody. It really hurts that she called me that. I really sympathised with her but the laws of commerce prevented me from helping. I mean, I can see her point. I’d much rather grovel and demean myself than go without icecream. How dare people like me deny her, especially when she said please! Her money goes to vitally important things like hair dye and eyeliner. A helluva lot of hair dye and eyeliner. How can I expect her to cough up $2 for icecream?

I truly am a bad person.

Around the city today there are lots of elderly people carrying suitcases. I wonder where they're going?

Melbourne:a review

THE FOOD:
Okay, besides the scary "Malaysian" restaurant, the food was pretty good. The trick is to get people who actually live in Melbourne to pick the restaurant. There's a really great place in Chinatown called the Red Ant (or Red Ants, I forget). It has tea leaf duck and awesome salted egg prawns. Two thumbs up.
We also ate at Mekong, where it is reported that (Former) President Bill Clinton had TWO bowls. Two thumbs up.
The 24-hr Hungry Jack's/Burger King near David Jones put too much onion in my Whopper Jr. One thumb down.
The ice-cream place at Crown Casino gives really big scoops. Two thumbs up.

THE SHOPPING:
They've renovated the old Daimaru into Melbourne Central and now it rocks. Smith St was pretty good. There was one shop where the owner went nuts. She said "I had such a great lunch! Okay, now everything in the shop is $10". Works for me.

THE ARTS:
There's a piece of artwork on nearly every city corner. I like this.

THE CRAFTS:
There are bead shops everywhere. I did find yarn shops, but there wasn't anything that I couldn't get in Sydney or from my beloved internet. Nothing that was significantly cheaper anyway.

THE WEATHER:
It's SPRING, but the weather was very Wintry. The air was chilly, and there was sporadic rain. Sydney is obviously superior in this respect.

THE YARRA:
The Yarra river is quite ugly and unimpressive compared to Sydney Harbour. Sydney rocks.

THE PLANE:
Virgin is excellent. The flight only took an hour. Dad says this is because the tickets are cheap, so the pilots have to fly FAST. I don't think this is quite right, but oh well.

Back! (yes, I was gone)

We mainly just hung around Melbourne and shopped a bit. I tried to go yarn shopping but it was hard with the family there. Mum thought everything was too expensive, and I don't like her to know how much money I spend on yarn, so I agreed with her.

Mum: (picking up ugly yarn) Make me a jumper out of this.
Me: (hesitant, but loving daughter) O-kay.
Mum: How many balls will it take? 2?
Me: Er no. More like 10.
Mum: Oh. Then I'd rather just buy one for $20.

Oh well. More time to knit things for myself I suppose.

Okay, now here's the scary part of the post. On Wednesday night we found an "authentic" Malaysian restaurant on Elizabeth St. (Are the inverted commas scaring you yet? Because they should).

What's that, you ask? Don't ask me, I don't know! It was supposed to be Roti Bom. Click on the picture for more info.

The poor thing was drowning :(

I couldn't finish the whole thing. And I felt sick afterwards.

William wants computer. Blog more later.