Stay With Me, Sway With Me

I now have a step mother. As if you couldn't guess. The weekend was great. Me and Zoe went up to Lewiston, and then went down to The Cec Pit. Which is the local name for the Commercial Hotel in Two Wells. And, of all things, we happened to sho up on... Karaoke night! Which I always enjoy- Not just because it's an excuse for me to sing, I've never needed an excuse to do that. But because it's always interesting to see who'se drunk enough to give it a stab. I got up and sang, of course. Sweet Child o' Mine. At least, that was the first song- As the night progressed, I was thniking about getting up and singing Fame. I did end up doing that- Then Poison Ivy, Waterloo (I don't actually know how to sing waterloo, and I'm rather glad) on the request of the music-lady and back-up singer for the night. I sung others, of course, but I thnik the tail end was pretty embarasing in any case. The wedding was the next day, during which my shoes broke. But asside from my lack of footwear, it was a freekin awesome day. I hauled myself out of bed at around 10:30, pretty impressive concidering I got to sleep around 3am. Myself, Zoe, Allan (my step-brother) and Travis (my full brother) then sat around and zoned out for a while. We spent almost three hours in complete silence, just looking around the room. I think John (my other step-brother) was doing much the same thing in his room, he's just not a social zoner. And if theres one thing I like, it's being quioet and zoning out. Normally I'd fill the space drawing, but I for one was more then happy to stare at the kitchen bench. Jeniffer buzzed around the house, prepairing enough food to feed a small army, before Aunt Heather turned up with a bottle of Cowboy. This was around 1 pm. The bottle was empty by three, although I had little to do with this as I only had one glass of the stuff. I've stated befre that I always seem to drink more when I'm around family. Heather was the one and only bridesmaid, and my uncle Colin performed the function of Best Man (We have similar tastes in music- He's cool). My... Second cousin? I think... Taylor nominated herself as flowergirl. Heather kept an eagle eye on the ring except, of course, for the five secconds before Jeniffer was supposed to walk to the Celebrant, where she left it behind. Dad had a CD of music burnt which played under the celebrants speach - The wedding was out the side of the house, under a pagoda-type thing. They exchanged rings, we all tosted, and eventually the ceremony was over. Then most of the people either grabbed a beer or an orange juice and set to cooking the barbicue while the wedding party had their photos taken and all the usual socialising that comes with large family functions. Time untill the barbicue was killed through conversation and drinks, as well as some snacks from the random chip table. And then- I saw it. My Steak! It was freekin massive, but so tender and delicious, with just the right ammount of spice... Of course, it was too big for my plate and nothing else would fit on it once the steak was there, but yum! Of course, I got a lot of jokes here... Mostly just 'So that's your half of the cow then' and 'Where the hell did all that food fit'?, and other such variations. The seccodn plate was for vegetables- Potatoes and onions are at their best when they've been barbicued. Plus there was a really posh salad there- Crutons! That's upper class that is.

Once the delights of the food were over, we had... The further delights of the food! Desert was triffles, pavlova (Oh heavenly divine food, gifted to man, that the angels graced to call Pavlova) and cream puffs. The wedding cake was supposed to be desert too - It was supposed to be chocolate mud-cake. However, the cake-maker stuffed up and made it a fruit cake. Jeniffer whated anythig BUT a fruit cake, because she hates fruit cake. I can't say I blame her. So there was a whole lotta fruit-cake left at the end. Eventually, people sort of drifted away - My immediate family were the last to leave. Actually, the 'Locals' were the last to leave, and a lot of us just chuffed off to the pub afterwards. It was live band night. Anyone who recognised me that day told me what a pretty voice I have - Cec made a point of telling me to get it trained and do something with it. Apparently he was trained in Opera, but ended up drinking his vocie away - The sort of tragic story you expect from the owner of a small town pub.

Which reminds me - My father and step-mother's wedding gift went down quite well. It made Jeniffer laugh, which is what I was hoping for. It was then pt on the mantle piece, where casual passers-by could look at it in confusion and ny father, with all that is typical of blind fatherly pride, can tell people I'm respinsible for it. Between 'that's very impressive' and 'you have a nice voice' I was about ready to throw up. I appear to have conditioned myself to feel ill when beng praised. I'd blame Ledi, but it's my fault for trying to make it easy for her. Just because she can't handle me succeding, doesnt' mean I shouldn't. But then, I'm sure you're all tired of me bitching about this crap.

It occurs to me that logically, life has two courses set out for me. Either I never realize this potential others think I have, end up in a bad relationship with a couple of kids or alone with my instant noodles at 45, making me the tragic story of the girl who could go far but didn't, Or I really sparkle and die tragically at a young age. I think I'd like a middle path- Just be dead-average.

Moving on, today was day one ov Orientation Week, and by am I tired. That was a lot of information to take in on four an a half hours sleep. And you know why I didn't get to sleep? Well... Waking up at 10 that morning didn't help, but I think at least one reason was Orion. He won't leave me alone! And I can't seem to draw him, which is all the more frustrating. Perhaps he just wants to be written about. Either way, he's becoming almost as intrusive as Necro is, but it's Necro's personality to BE intrusive. Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away...

I want to design a layout for Danirat's site. I can see it in my head - It's just a matter of being alowd, since I think she's doing one herself. The way it looks in my mind isn't really apropriate for Washi, since it's a little bit Gothic, and I'm more... Bubblegum, although the word sours my fingers to simply type it. Hey, maybe if Orion keeps up this obnoxious invasion into my thought patterns he'll get the next layout. Very few guys have gotten layouts - Rafael and Julian got their own, Reifi shared his with Rufa and Bran shared his little feature with Starr. That's another person I want to draw again- Let the world know what's been up with my little raven-boy. So many people to draw, so few ideas to make the drawings interesting...

That's enough for now. Maybe I'll extend on this in a couple of days- I really need to sleep now.

"When you gaze into the abyss, it isn't supposed to wave back."
~Lao-Tze, Thief of Time
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With Or Without You

My fathers wedding draws ever closer. I look forwards to it- It'll be nice to have the whole kit and caboodle drawn together.

I want to draw some fanpictures. Kyoht, Huskie, more from Kai's little crew... Goldenwolf, although she gets heaps of that anyway. Not to send to them of course, just because I like them. It's on my to do list, as well as more TBEing, finishing the CG's I've got running, doing my fathers wedding gift (it's horses. I'm returning to my base) and a picture of Orion in a Greecian / Roman garden I've got stuck in my head (it's a boring picture, but it wont leave me alone. Whatever it wants I suppose.) And a cute little one of Akai and Erik, since they're married now. Why do so many of my characters end up getting hitched young? Plus I've got that picture inspired by 'Erotic Tales' of Akai. That show is wierd - It seems a touch to artistic to be erotic. Yes the white coursetry and the milk could probably be concidered erotic... But the bride seeing herself being thrown out of the car at the end? It has a very cyclical feel to it.

I'm sure you had to be there to get it.

I realised this morning that the light in my room casts a very large, scary shadow on the wall. It's like some looming, evil cacti. But it goes away when the light is out, odly enough.

Ah yes, I was going to discus my underwealming sence of fear. It's an unusual thing- I spend most of my nights and part of my days in terror. I blame the medea. It fills my heads with all the bad things in the world. Of course, I can't blame it. It has a responsibility to report such things, and besides- They rate. Luckilly, I managed to keep myself distracted last night by weaving an ammusing story involving Rose and Orion, so no hastles there. I could see it, which is always nice.

Farscape is my Valentine. It's not on TV right now though - I hope they at least show me what's left of it. Rove and Buffy are on tonight, so that's somethng at least, yes? I'm pro-ogglebox. I draw a lot more when I'm sitting in front of the Television. That's where I do most of my drawing - On my belly in front of the TV. And now that my Tattoo is fully healed, there is nothing to stop me. Except my moor, complaning elbows and the sores I'm developing where my hip-bones hit the floor...

No, it's not good for me. So what?


"We humans tend to allow the past to destroy our lives."
~Cyan, FFVI
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Hold up Little Girl

Busy busy busy. Saturday I went shopping with Nikk and Ledi, where we determined that naming someone Nicholas should be a capital offence. It's too easy a name to stuff around with. We walked a lot and took advantage of Hungry Jacks, where I programmed the resteraunts next three hours of listening. Of course, we started in the city and ended up at Port Adelaide.

Adelaide is one of the cheapest places to live, aparently. Our cost of living is lower then the national average in other words. I'm glad- I rather like my city. I'm very muh the sort of person who stays in one place her whole life, although I'd like to go to other places somewhere in there.

Yesterday Zoe and I went down to to the Walk Against War protests. We walked, we listened to the speaches, and then we nearly missed the bus home. With some chanting and a lot of aplause in there as well, of course. Most people who know me would probably find this a little strange, as my interest in politics sits somewhere around base level. But I don't think it's right to be young at the time of war and not go into one of these ideological protests.

I know that sometimes a war is unavoidable, and believe me, I don't believe in apeasement. And America perhaps should go to war with them according to their national code of behavior, although looking at George Bush I can understand if many of them don't want to. What I think I'd really like to do is sit down with Mr. Howard and get him to tell me exactl why we're helping America. Or England- it may be we're following England. It's ANZUS. It reminds me of an old political comic on the ANZUS treaty. "What does that leave us with?" "anus." "Exactly". Well, I was ammused. Maybe I'd scan it in to show you, but it's in storage somewhere.

My mother is a contract worker in nursing homes. Like a substitute nurse. She would walk in to the home, and the inmates would ask the nurses if they were at war yet. They were terrified - They'd lived through the Vietnam war, the Gulf war... I'm sure a fair few of them had seen WWII. My own grandparents were children when that war was on. I guess a part of the reason I went was because of that. I don't agree with punishing a people for their leaders either.
I guess the problem is it all seems such a mess. If Suddam has been such a problem for 12 years, why wasn't something done years ago? And why are they focusing on him with North Korea threatening Nuclear? The whole middle eastern area is a sore spot with us of the English speaking world, because of the Oil. Every country tries to gain an advantage there in the hopes of maintaining their streams, allows one faction to overthrow the other so that they can put ther own person in power. Some countries get that just because they're of strategic importance to the larget countries around them. It's where their power lies. Maybe this war is all about oil- I believe that more then any of this high moral crap. When countries make moral judgements about other countries, it gets scary. Besides, there are other leaders who deserve targeting for being bastards - Sudam's name is just the one we know. Oil: They have it, we want it... Or America wants it, and we want America to protect us. Unfortunantly, our isolation isn't a very good defence. Sudam has, in all probability, bought whatever weapons the US is convinced it has with the money from it. Obviously not the ones America supplied him with in the 80's. Which is why I can understand America wanting to bomb the place around a bit- They helped create the problem, they can clean it up. Doesn't mean I aprove of it, believe me. And then what will happen? We will war in the name of god and exacly how much will change? Here, probably very little. There, a hell of a lot. But you can't impose a regeme change on a country either - "You can't free slaves, they have to free themselves." But that's revolution, and you know how well your average revolution turns out -_-. Either that, or it becomes terrorism (Freedom-fighting), and they rarely turn out as well. They're mostly ideological motions with no secure grounds for government. Not one that works for their country anyway. Yes, I am a big believer in the reidiculousness of the societies we have created. Democrasy doesn't work, it's just better then most of the other types of government. A dictatorship is all well and good, provided the dictator is good at running a country and keeping it's people satisfied, or at least out of trouble. More often then not, however, they ain't. In fact, quite a bit more often then not. And communism doesn't work because people can't stop being people, even if it destroys them.

I've wandered from the point, haven't I? There will be war, and I will hate every second of it. I've told the PM what I think by adding my feet to the march, but as the democratically elected prome minister, the ball is in his court. I just hope he plans to retire AFTER this whole mess is over, not during. The man waiting in the wings is even worse. And no, I wasn't old enough to vote in the last election. But I would have voted for Kim in any case. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if he had won. This can't be an easy time to be a leader.

I guess it's inevitable now, and there's no point in thinking about it. 'If my fat is to die, I must simply laugh' and all that. It's not my fate that I think about, it's the cycle of things. A dead family leaves a man with nothing but revenge. I wonder if Osama and Saddam have actually discussed being in league? I mean- Nothing says 'Let's get america to beat the crap out of us' then signing up with the man they want dead more then anything else. But if they honnestly think they're gooing to go to war, I see no reason why they wouldn't.

I do wonder if I've done the right thing. I doubt I could stop the war from occuring, but these protests can't be good for our troops. If you can't stop the killing, save your own I guess. Country loyalty is a strange thing, ain't it? So's Collateral Damage, but can hate that term silently without inflicting it upon you, dear reader.

Something must be done- But is this the only something there is? Or os it a case of 'My cat is a dog'. One of my fathers old stories to explain government. "My cat has whiskers, four legs and a tail. My dog also has whiskers, four legs and a tail. Therefore, my cat is a dog." Something has to be done about this. Well, here is something. Let's do it- It doesnt' matter wether it solves the problem or not, at least we're doing something. And watch out for muslims under your bed.

I'd like to apologise to muslims in advance.

Next blog- Washi's irrational sence of fear!

"You mean were going to war over an island that's only of strategic importance if we go to war?"
~Paraquoted from 'Jingo'. Good book. Read Pratchett.
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And You Should Have Been Gone

Friday now. Yes, it's the big V- Valentines day. I've never held much truck with this day, but then I'm certainly not the greatest romantic in the world. Back when I had a boyfriend (Just the one) I got a valentines gift, which I've kept for the sake of postherity. It just seems an odd holiday to me. But then it's quite possible that I'm not celebrating it right- Once I was told it wasn't supposed to be a day about being romantic, just love in general. That included for friends. I spent that valentines day with my friends, and I think I quite enjoyed that. Bit then, I'm not the same person, and neither are they. I don't think I could stand spending a valentines woth almost any of them. Probably just that I've become distant and despondant and all that jargonny jazz. But one must always maintain friendships, for one never knows when one might need the distraction. And as much as my mother would looove for me to make a whole new class of friends in Uni, I can't see it happening with any speed.

Scanner is working now. We do not know why it is working any more then we know why it stopped. I theory is that it was waiting for me to have to make Ledi let me scan at her place before it started working. now I just need to get my sound driver...

Going up to get Nikks presant tomorrow. New sunnies, because his are looking a little tired and sad. And flat. Those things have been sat on more times then a bus-stop bench.

If I see one more Michael Jackson special, I will be forced to go on a murderous rampage. I haven't worked out where yet.

Ah, yes! I got to see some Excell Saga yesterday. It was startlingly my type of humour- Chaotic. But then, I still like Southpark. I can put up with the gerbil quest in the colon for the far more amusing jokes made about tollerance conformists. It's a valuable lesson- Always cater to the lowerst common denominator.

I think I know a few lowest common denominators...

All that asside, busy weekend coming. Then, with luck, a quiet week followed by another busy week and, after this... Uni. ::Thunder crashes:: Hey, we should be at war by then...

Enough foolishness.


"You left me broken
Shattered and bleeding
But there's no hard feelings
Theres no feelings at all"
~Feargal Sharkey, You Little Thief
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Baby Please Don't Go

HAPPI BIRTHDAY DADDY!

Okay, that said... Went down to Centerlink today. That's a laugh and a half, as I'm sure you all know. Walked through the door... And realised that the cue extended down from the front desk, through the building, out into the foyer and curled around at the back wall to be almost up to the front door from the oposite direction to the actual desk. Most of the people inthe que were, as you can guess, rather irritated by this. There were some ammusing jokes made however. Thankfully, someone behind the desk went down the line and asked who was only there to hand in forms.

Highlight of my day. I have to call up campus central again and kick up a fuss, see if I can get someone to enroll me in my course, since I can't do it and nobody there can see any reason why not.

I have seen a man get a Brazilian Bikini Wax. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. Poor bloke. The National Sex Survey was on TV last night, and the waxing was a part of it. There was also a stripper and other such, but no actual sex. Which ammused me, mostly because I'd just been watching Pizza, which is a comedy about a pizza delivery service, which had several. Most of them in the form of a take-off of the old silent blue-movies, which also featured in a much eddited form on the Survey. Aparently there's acouple swaping club in Adelaide. I didn't know it was there. You live and learn huh?

Oh and by the way, I did score a zero on the survey.

No philosophical mussings today. I'll save that for next week.

"Women fake orgasims; Men fake relationships."
~ Quote taken from the National Sex Survey.
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Lamenting Maggie May

My grandparents used to have a beautiful dog, a border collie cross with some sort of mastif, called Maggie. Because she was black and white and looked like a magpie. Her brother was Boe, who was my aunt's dog. I've always been fond of dogs. The only cat I remember my family having is Snuffels, and he was a bit of an evil, vicious, unsociable fuzball. Have you ever read any of the witches books? Know Greebo? Snuffles was a little bit Greebo. There were also Pud and Jasmine, who were quiet cool. Pud was supposed to be the fighting cat while Jasmine was the gracefull, fluffy one - Some sort of long hair, possibly a persian cross, except she was all black.. She was pretty, but she was inclined to sit on your neck while you slept and nibble on your eyebrows. Pud was a sook. She was a spotted Tabby - One of the most spectacular looking cats I think I ever saw. A bit of a lousy mother though, although her kittens survived.

A nice little bit of randomness there before the post begins in ernest. Or Adelaide more correctly, since that's where I am. I got the tattoo last night. Went to Hindley tatto, which is a really nice place along Hindley street, because mum got her tattooes from the aprentice of one of the tattooists, and had been given a letter of reccomendation. She has to go complete her tattoo set anyway, better have it done by someone she knows is good yes? I went in with Zoe to get it done, and she decided to go first (although I was willing to, she wanted to get it over with). She got a small crowd of spectators too- Some people have never seen a tattoo done before. My mum started explaining it to me while I gave ther the most depreciating look I could manage before telling her that I had, after all, researched tattooing as a part of my final art project, and since my subject was methods and medea I knew very well how a tattoo worked thank you.
If I'd been just a year older I could have included getting the tattoo in the report. Of course, I wanted to get this tat done since I was sixteen. And I've known exactly what I wanted to look like since I was 17 (I wanted to get it done for my 17th birthday, but apparently I was too young). As the tattooist commented, that's a very Virgo thing to do- Make up your mind and not change it. He was nice, quite chatty about the Japanese language and how the pictograms often looked like what they were meant to.
Yes, my tattoo was Kanji. Three guesses what - Washi. And it does look a little like an eagle. Zoe's was nice- It was a trebble clef with a rose as the center stroke. Fantastically pretty. But then there usually are some nice designs.

Did it hurt? Of course it did - It stings quite a bit. I would have been worried if it didn't, even on the flabby part of my body that it was. Never, NEVER get a tat on your ankle. That's just stupid. Doesn't mean I wouldn't happily go back and get another. I can see why some people become a little addicted to it. Plus I think, if done well, it's pretty. Skin is pretty boring anyway, Unless you're a island mountan person who has that shade of black skin that seems to shine blue - That's just damn cool. Where do I gets me some of them genetics?

Dad's birthday tomorrow. I'll give him a hug tonight when he drops my brother off.

I went and saw 'Star Trek Nemesis' on friday. I rather enjoyed it. Although, I have to admit, I do have a bit of a soft spot for Star Trek. Not as big as my mother's- She's a total trekkie. But it was good. Quite philosophical. Ever since I began reading reviews for certain movies, I've been thinking more about them. Nemesis actually had something to think about, more complex and abstract then 'Why did he do it?' (Which was what someone found themselves asking after watching 'Catch me if you Can'. She knew how forgists did it, and while that was interesting, what she wanted to know was WHY. Mostly they were inteligent enough to make money another way, which they could actually show of, unlike you can when you're a good forger. So what's the point of having all that money, being unable to spend it and being chased around the country?) I guess it's just the type of mind. I like abstract concepts. They're slippery, hard to grab hold of- Most human concepts can be best explained by 'We can't help it- it's in our nature'. Like war and patriotism. It's the old scorpion fable. Which I heard on Star Trek.

"Even with my memories, he would not be me."
~Data, ST-N
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My Carrots Have Been Masochated!!

Scanner is still broken.

I want to get my tattoo done this weekend. I've been wanting to get it done for a while, and I think it's time I got of my posteria and made it happen. Then, if I can go for a couple of months without withdrawing money from my acount, I'll concider paying some Uni Fees. Incidentally, I don't plan to get my posteria tattoed.

::Brief pause while Washi screams at the online enrolment system::

Okay, mesa feel a little better. I still want to go out and scream some more.

Siellis- The overkill drug. I doubt I spelt the name of the drug right- It's like viagra, only more of a party/group thing. Lasts longer. Like, helluva.

Enough with the tidbits and such, onto the real life shiznit. I'm tired of careering around Adelaide, I want to stay home and do shit for a while. Forget everything.

I have to go replace the water soon.

I also want to go op-shopping with Zoe and perhaps Ledi, although I despise going shopping with Ledi. "Oh what's the point, nothing ever fits me. I cna't walk into those stores, all the clothes are too small for me." Fuck. You can see the issue I'm sure. I need to walk into those stores to find something tht fits, especially if I'm looking for a pair of pants. I have one or two pairs that really fits, a few that I can sort of sit on my hips without them falling down too far and a few that need to be pinned in with freekin safety pins. Which looks absolutely ridiculous. And don't look at me like that, there are plenty of clothes out there that fit me. I'm not that thin. But they're all too expensive, because they're 'fassionable' (A word which I've tended to asociate with 'ridiculous' more then 'cool'. Yes I have my frayed jeans, but thtey were hand-me-downs from an aunt who'se legs wern't long enough). So I run around looking for a good size 8, maybe a size 10, wondering why I can't wear my size 12 pants n more. Hence I like op-shoping. You find cheap clothes that most people have grown out of.
Do other people have this problem, or do they mostly have friends they can trade clothes with? ::Growl:: I dont' mind shopping with Zoe, because Zoe never brings it up. Mind you, she is a very pretty and well built person, so she probably gets that beaten over her head if she tries to go with the 'nothing fits' angle.
Safety pins have become my best friend. My small purple gypsy top broke- I fixed it with safetypins instead of finding new buttons for it. My black skirt came loose- I have yet to stitch it back up, although I intend to. For now, safety pins are holding it together. And what better way to prevent your underware from peeking over those ungodly low hipster pants then- Safety pins! Hey, it works. And I'm pro-hipsters, because I want to show of my eagle charm. It's very noticeable ^_^ And, when I get my tat, I'll want to show that off as well.

Enough discussion about clothes. They're not really that important. I think I'll go inside and do what I said I'd do last post, but didn't because I went swimming again.

I learnt something very interesting. When mum and dad split up, dad did love mum. Mum, of course, didn't love dad though. That doesnt' particularly surprise me- She's like me in that respect. Love is a bit alien. But not for dad ^_^ Which means there's hope for me! Probably more hope for my brother though, since he spends more time with dad then I do. They have more in common. Me and mum are more practical people. Which isn't always a good thing.

Dad gets married in two weeks. Yay!!

"You'd look good in a mink coat baby. Hell, you'd look good in a shower curtain."
~ :Þ
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Hot Town

Today was far to be hot to be wandering around a strange campus. Hence I skipped Magill (Although I passed it on the way to Mawson Lakes) and just settled for sitting at the bus stop. Mum, of course, took the opertunity to inform me that I wouldn't have to wait for buses if I'd learn to drive. Perhaps in three years I'll learn. No desire to.
It was wierd. I got a couple of really nice buses- from here to the city and then on to Mawson Lakes - but then the one back was kinda crappy. It wasn't actually the right bus, but you know- close enough is near enough for me. The real problem was that the bus I was waiting for didn't show up at the city when I wanted to get back. Another guy was waiting for the same bus- turns out we get off at the same stop- when it didn't show. The wind stole his resume and spread it over king wiliams street, including a floppy -_-;; Poor guy. Okay, enough about my adventure with public transport...

It ammuses me when people talk about Australia as the wide brown land. Wide it definitely is, but my Australia tends to be Olive and Dull Wheat in colour. Maybe it's just where I live- I'm sure some people think of Australia as green. Olive and Wheat may be a better description of the colourscheme though, since until you get out into the serious big red deserts, that's the colour. And even out there there's quite a bit of dull wheat, in the form of dried and strugling grasses and other such plants. Of course, as my desert experience is mostly limited to television and Roxby downs and the Lake Eyre area (Pretty speccy when it's got water in it), perhaps I'm not one to talk.

Speaking of talk, there's been some talk about the shuttle disaster. But not nearly as much as I thought. Personally, of course, I'm more woried about that nasty train-wreck recently in which seven people died then the suttle disaster with the same (Or similar- I think it's around seven) death tole. Although worried probably isn't the right word. I'm sure I'll hear more tonighht on the news, along with the shuttle and the war talks, with a brief bush-fire update. The news is making those crappy current affairs programs seem more weak then usual- They seem to be running low on con-people and government officials to harrass. Seriously, I HATE those journalists. I don't care if the people DO deserve it, I feel like frikkin punching their lights out. And I tend to think of myself as a pacifist. Which is why I avoid watching that crud. Any questions?

My scanner remains broken. I want to go inside now, eat, shower... No, wait... Eat, wash the dog, shower, finish my Kai pic, finish my cupe pic, restart the Cat pic... and hopefully stay awake for all of it. That's the dream anyway.

It's hot. I'm hot and tired and I smell bad. Although the last may be a permanent condition :Þ

"There's so many things that you should have told her
But night after night, you're willing to hold her
Just hold her
Tears on your shoulder."
~New Kid in Town, The Eagles
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Everyday, Everynight, Tonight

Belay that ride to tuesday- No chance of me picking up a ticket yesterday. i went to the Port Markets with Ledi for some browse-shopping. Found me a right bargain too, a long purple summer dress, perfect fit for me, $3. That's my moment of pride for the week. It's quite the status thing- to find something you'll actually wear for that little. There was another nice dress there I wanted but, alas, it was too big for me.

It occurs to me, in a purely economical sense, that size 16 is a good size to be. Most of the stores either start at size 16 and work up (If they're for larger women, and they have some nice stuff in those stores allow me to assure you. I saw this gorgeous pair of velvet pants...) or finish at sixteen as their largest size (These stores also have this irritating habbit if being expensive. Blah them!), with a few that work in the range of 10-22 (With few on either end of that scale, thankyou very much.) This is a puerly economical sence though- My mother is size 16 and has been trying to drop about 10 kg. Unfortunantly, she works to hard to really make that feasable.

I am very unfit. Enough said about that.

Do you know the song 'Maxine' by Sharon O'Niell? I have an idea for a picture based on that song. I can't find my paint-brushes. I miss them. I want to do some ink and watercolour work, but I can't find my brushes. Bummed. I must endeavour to find thatm. I know where I left them, but things tend to get cleaned and I loose them. Guess I can't complain.

I didn't press scaning yesterday. Ledi was already sort of peeved at me so... Unless I can scan some time this week, it's gonna be a crappy update. on the other hand, I have been inspired to do some more hand-done things rather then using Photoshop.

I got this chain letter a while ago. I despise chain letters, even the sticky sweet ones my friends send to me after reading through it and going 'aww, that's so sweet, let's drop it on Washi's head like a ten-tone hint block. Maybe she'll realise what a bad friend she is and shape up.' Erm, no kitties. I'm afraid I'll always be scum, and you must accept this. However, this one I felt compelled to spread- After deleating the massive backlog of addresses already attached to the chainmail, of course. The idiots must be saved from themselves!


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FINALLY A CHAIN LETTER THAT I LIKE!

Hello, my name is Basmati Kasaar. I am suffering from rare and deadly diseases, poor scores on final exams, extreme virginity, fear of being kidnapped and executed by anal electrocution, and guilt for not forwarding out 50 billion fucking chain letters sent to me by people who actually believe that if you send them on, then that poor fucking 6 year old girl in Arkansas with a breast on her forehead will be able to raise enough money to have it removed before her redneck parents sell her off to the traveling freak show.
Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give you and everyone you send his email to $1000? How stupid are you? Ooooh, looky here! If I scroll down this page and make a wish, I'll get laid by every Playboy Bunny in the magazine! What a bunch of fucking bullshit.
So basically, this message is a big FUCK YOU to all the people out there who have nothing better to do than to send me stupid chain mail forwards. Maybe the evil chain letter leprechauns will come into my apartment and sodomize me in my sleep for not continuing the chain which was started by Ceaser in 5 A.D. and was brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower and if it makes it to the year 2000, it'll be in the Guinness Book of World Records for longest continuous streak of blatant stupidity.
Fuck them!
If you're going to forward something, at least send me something mildly fucking amusing. I've seen all the 'send this to 50 of your closest friends, and this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will somehow receive a Nickel from some omniscient being forwards about 90 times. I don't fucking care. Show a little intelligence and think about what you're actually contributing to by sending out forwards. Chances are it's your own unpopularity.


THE FOUR BASIC TYPES OF CHAIN LETTERS:

Chain Letter Type 1:
(scroll down)


Make a wish!!!




Keep Scrolling



No, really, go on and make one!!!





Oh please, they'll never go out with you!!!
Wish something else!!!





Not that, you pervert!!






STOP!!!!


Wasn't that fun? :)
Hope you made a great wish :)


Now, to make you feel guilty, here's what I'll do. First of all, if you don't send this to 5096 people in the next 5 seconds, you will be raped by a mad goat and thrown off a high building into a pile of manure.

It's true! Because, THIS letter isn't like those fake ones, THIS one is TRUE!! Really!!! Here's how it goes:

*Send this to 1 person: One person will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter.

*Send this to 2-5 people: 2-5 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter.

*Send this to 5-10 people: 5-10 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter, and may form a plot on your life.

*Send this to 10-20 people: 10-20 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter and will napalm your house. Thanks!!!! Good Luck!!!


Chain Letter Type 2

Hello, and thank you for reading this letter. You see, there is a starving little boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen who has no arms, no legs, no parents, and no goats. This little boy's life could be saved, because for every time you pass this on, a dollar will be donated to the Little Starving Legless Armless Goatless Boy from Baklaliviatatlaglooshen Fund.
Oh, and remember, we have absolutely no way of counting the emails sent and this is all a complete load of bullshit. So go on, reach out. Send this to 5 people in the next 47 seconds.
Oh, and a reminder - if you accidentally send this to 4 or 6 people, you will die instantly.
Thanks again!!


Chain Letter Type 3

Hi there!! This chain letter has been in existence since 1897. This is absolutely incredible because there was no email then and probably not as many sad pricks with nothing better to do.
So this is how it works... Pass this on to 15,067 people in the next 7 minutes or something horrible will happen to you like:

*Bizarre Horror Story #1
Miranda Pinsley was walking home from school on Saturday. She had recently received this letter and ignored it. She then tripped in a crack in the sidewalk, fell into the sewer, was gushed down a drainpipe in a flood of poopie, and went flying out over! a waterfall. Not only did she smell nasty, she died. This Could Happen To You!!!

*Bizarre Horror Story #2
Dexter Bip, a 13 year old boy, got a chain letter in his mail and ignored it. Later that day, he was hit by a car and so was his boyfriend (hey, some people swing that way). They both died and went to hell and were cursed to eat adorable kittens every day for eternity.

This Could Happen To You Too!!! Remember, you could end up just like Pinsley and Bip. Just send this letter to all of your loser friends, and everything will be okay.


Chain Letter Type 4

As if you care, here is a poem that I wrote.
Send it to all your friends.

FRIENDS:
A friend is someone who is always at your side.
A friend is someone who likes you even though you stink of shit, and your breath smells like you've been eating catfood.
A friend is someone who likes you even though you're as ugly as a hat full of assholes.
A friend is someone who cleans up for you after you've soiled yourself.
A friend is someone who stays with you all night while you cry about your sad, sad life.
A friend is someone who pretends they like you when they really think you should be raped by mad goats, then thrown to vicious dogs.
A friend is someone who scrubs your toilet, vacuums and then gets the check and leaves and doesn't speak much English...no, sorry that's the cleaning lady.
A friend is NOT someone who sends you chain letters because he wants his wish of being rich to come true.

Now pass this on! If you don't, you'll never have sex ever again!


The point being? If you get some chain letter that's threatening to leave you shagless or luckless for the rest of your life, delete it. If it's funny, send it on. Don't piss people off by making them feel guilty about a leper in Botswana with no teeth, who's been tied to a dead elephant for 27 years, whose only savior is the 5 cents per
letter he'll receive if you forward this mail, otherwise you'll end up like Miranda. Right?

Now forward this to everyone that you know otherwise you'll find all your knickers missing tomorrow morning!

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Well that was fun, wasn't it? I'll save the rest of my crap for a later date. Della!

"Maxine, you're not the only one
To take the whole world on
But no one's ever won."
~Maxine, Sharon O'Niell

- posted by Washi @ 12:12 pm 0 comments

 
Why Does a Dog Wag it's Tail?

Todays Blog is bought to you by... My inflated ego!

Welcome to February. How d'ya rekkon it'll compare to January? Let's find out, shall we?
Anyway, it seems that mum's school season starts before mine, since I haven't even been called upon to register yet. On monday I'm going to catch the bus to Mawson Lakes (It's a helluva bus ride, trust me, and I have to change buses in the city. But luckilly I'm near a Transit stop, which takes out another bus change I would normally have to make. It's just a little more walking). No real reason, I just want to see how ling it actually takes, and what time I get into Mawson Lakes if I do it that way. Ig I have to be anywhere by nine, I have to get on the bus at 7:30. Joyous.

I have a chronic problem with double letters. I put them in where they're not supposed to be and leave them out where they are. I always spell bus 'buss' unless I'm conciously trynig not to. Same with until- it becomes 'untill' almost all the time. And just a seccond ago I spelt spell 'Spel'. Besa bery stoo-pid. Or I have some sort of rare dyslexia that leades me to mess up on double letters. Does double have a doubble? hehehe... alright, enough word play...

My scanner's still busted. I don't know what to do. I'm going to ahve to use Ledi's scanner ::shudder:: Just what I don't need.

Emote damn you, Emote!

I'm trying to write down a plot progression for Angel's story. I'm thinking of writing out certain scenes from it as well, but right now I just want to get the plot line down. The problem is I can't find what I wrote between 'pikachu tastes good with apple sauce' and the fight with Lilianna. I know there was an assasination attempt in there, Nathan showed up, Ang discovered where Lilianna was set up and ran off to kick boo-tay, Nat's dad went wiggy and had to be destroyed... And I think something else happened in there that I've forgotten. Actually, I think quite a bit happened in there that I've forgotten, because Ang had a reason to head back to the monastery after Nat's dad tried to kill her. And look, I've slipped into abreviated names again. Y'see, the bits between the fight with Lilianna and Angel leaving the monastery the second time wernt' actually typed up. From the fight with lilli on was because I was at my fathers place and those were the only pages I had on me. And I stopped typing up the real ones at 'pikachu tastes good with apple sauce', so the original hand-written section between those two should, for all intents and purposes, still be in the blue folder with 'the brave do not fear the grave' or somesuch written on it. Now, If I could only find that...

How frustrating.

"What kind of a killer do you think stops to save a dying fish?"
~Inspector Frank Dark City

- posted by Washi @ 2:59 pm 0 comments