June 23rd, 2005
|08:59 pm - Tales From The Wasteland (Weekly Update 1)|
I have been home for precisely one week now, and it has been just like it always is – the pits of absolute boredom, with occasional interludes of amusing randomness. In case anybody particularly cares, I have decided to share some of said boredom-and-randomness with the masses.
Well, my Mum is once again back from her wild trip to America (you know, the one she didn’t take me on), and to pacify the wild mob that is The Sister and I, she brought back souvenirs. Many, many souvenirs.
Here’s the haul that I managed to get:
1. One “I <3 NY” t-shirt; Yayness!
2. One Navy Stars-and-Stripes t-shirt. Because what would we do without tourist-y junk…
3. One Purple t-shirt with cats on it. I have long ago accepted that no matter where people go, they will find t-shirts with cats on them to give to me
4. One pair of socks with the American flag on them. Uh-huh…
5. One Indian printed silk skirt and singlet set. I almost died of The Pretty. However, really not the weather to be wearing them in right now
6. One black crinkly skirt with pink ribbons on it. From *cough**Hot Topic**cough* On behalf of all those at deletrius, I apologise. But it’s a really nice skirt!
7. A bunch of black and silver bangles Which The Sister took half of. Grrr…
8. Four badges, including two Star Wars badges. My family knows my fandoms, what can I say? And said SW badges rock mightily – one is a Vader badge!
9. A stack of CDs. Said CDs are:
- In Your Honor, by the Foo Fighters.
- Frances the Mute, by The Mars Volta.
- Whatever and Ever Amen, by the Ben Folds Five.
- Blinking Lights and other Revelations, by The Eels.
- The Beginning Stages Of…, by The Polyphonic Spree.
- And the Everclear Best Of… Album.
Lots and lots of great music to listen to, there, and most enjoyable. Though I am having a very hard time trying to work out what the bloody track names are for all the Mars Volta songs.
*mutters about overly pretentious bands*
I have also developed a liking for the American sizing system. No idea how it works, but it means I can fit into a size 8, which is always good for Ye Olde Self-Esteem.
Also, my Mum brought back my birthday presents – you know, the digital camera. It is the coolest thing ever, and I am having lots of fun taking very random photos. When I get back to Uni, Second Floor types should be prepared for mass photo taking. Oh, and I can put photos on my LJ also. Which shall be fun.
Though there is something extremely sad about the fact that my camera has travelled more than I have.
In non-souvenir related news, my Mum also had some interesting stories. Which I can’t recall off the top of my head, but are making me wish even more I could also go to America. *sighs*
The Sister has apparently decided that in my absence, my wardrobe has become an extension to hers. I came back to find her wearing my boots to work, having taken my clothes to work experience, and having used my make-up, my jewellery, and my clothes to the recent school social.
We are not amused.
I have also redeveloped my dislike for Hamilton, the nearest “city” to the farm. It is the most painfully boring place ever, and the pathetic-ness of it is truly astounding.
To demonstrate: At the only, tiny cinema in town, Star Wars Episode Three has not yet opened! My jaw literally dropped when I heard that, and The Sister (the one who claims that she is most definitely NOT a sci-fi geek) is fuming about it.
Hamilton, you disgust me.
Some random factoids:
- My Dad’s new farmhand (Scott), has a numberplate on his ute reading “FINGERS”. No idea why, but I found this vaguely amusing.
- Since I have come home, I have developed an obsession with those Sudoku number puzzle things. I am congratulating myself, actually, because for the first time yesterday, I managed to complete one of the “Difficult” level one in The Herald Sun without actually cheating. Go me!
- For aeque: I have finished reading The Golem’s Eye. So sometime after the break, I shall have to arrange a return for it to you. It was quite good, though it has reminded me of one of the world’s great annoyances – when you finish reading the second book in a trilogy, but the third is not yet published. I hate waiting!
- I saw this in the paper the other day - some kid was born a while ago, and his parents went and named him Dylan Joshua Anakin. I truly pity the poor dear.
- The Sister’s Indonesian teacher is officially the strangest person EVER. Not only is named Mr Anderson, which is always a source of amusement (I can’t even say his name without lapsing into that Agent Smith voice), but I discovered that one of the grammar sheets he gave to his class was named “Henry”. Yes, he named the sheet Henry. I am very, very disturbed…
Random Sister Quotes:
(When receiving presents from Mum) ”It’s like Christmas…crappy American Christmas!”
(To me) “You’re a plothole! Your Mum’s a plothole!”
"Fine print's not important, because it's fine."
If you find this at all interesting, congratulations.
|Date:||June 24th, 2005 12:56 am (UTC)|| |
I know far too many Mr Andersons.
Oh, and I can put photos on my LJ also. Which shall be fun.
SQUEEE!!! I don't know why but I love seeing flist photos, I also enjoy looking at peoples vacation photos. I weird that way.
Since I have come home, I have developed an obsession with those Sudoku number puzzle things.
I read an article about the Sudoku craze in Britain and decided to try it...after 5 minutes my eyes crossed and I went to go play online Scrabble-so GO YOU!
|Date:||June 24th, 2005 09:17 am (UTC)|| |
I saw this in the paper the other day - some kid was born a while ago, and his parents went and named him Dylan Joshua Anakin.
A few years ago a friend of mine tried to change his name by deed poll. To Obi Wan Kenobi. Luckily the registrar refused point blank to do it, on the basis that it was stupid. However my ex's ex got his surname changed to Antilles. The sad geek boy fuck.
Luckily the registrar refused point blank to do it, on the basis that it was stupid.
Proof that civil servants aren't as dumb as some would make them out to be.
Oh, and despite the fact it might also qualify me as a sad geek, I would quite like to meet this Mr Antilles. Even if it just so I can say I have.
|Date:||June 24th, 2005 05:55 pm (UTC)|| |
I have only one thing to ask about The Golem's Eye.
Do you think Queezle is actually dead? The whole scene was pretty suspicious, coupled with the fact that her summoner (Mr Foulkes) didn't appear again.
All I can say on the matter is I have no idea.
It wouldn't surprise me either way, so I'm going to respond the same way I do to Harry Potter, and not make any assumptions until I read the damn thing myself.
|Date:||June 24th, 2005 07:46 pm (UTC)|| |
I had no idea you lived in such a sparsely populated place. Then again, the fact that there were no house number or street name (or even a town?) in your address should have been a big, fat clue.
Mail goes out tomorrow. If you're a US size 8 it should fit fine.
So, what is The Golem's Eye? And should I be purchasing it for that happy day (still too damn far away) when I'm finished with this infernal swotting?
|Date:||June 25th, 2005 03:48 am (UTC)|| |
It's the sequel to The Amulet of Samarkand, by Jonathan Stroud.
It's set in an alternate London where magicians exist, and are very powerful figures in society. But what the commoners aren't told is that the magicians rely on magical creatures which they summon.
The first book is told from two perspectives - Nathaniel, a young apprentice, and Bartimaeus, a 5000 year old djinni. They're alright books, but I'll admit I'd completely forgotten about them until I saw the sequel in stores.
|Date:||June 25th, 2005 11:03 am (UTC)|| |
I did a bit of googling. They sound pretty cool. I'll consider getting the first one.