tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55987652011-04-22T08:30:12.306+10:00marmalade dreamingmy two pennies worthsalnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1129448141914303802005-10-16T16:41:00.000+10:002005-10-16T17:35:42.393+10:00i'm back, i'm 21, and i can legally go out to a club and get wasted in america. you know it.feel like i've been on tour today. wollongong, kingsford, surry hills, hornsby, wahroonga, belrose, wahroonga, ryde, newtown, wahroonga. it's a tough life on the road...but i had radiohead's 'the bends' as the soundtrack for a lot of it so i can't complain. one of my favourite albums ever i think.my salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1127422549716534452005-09-23T06:49:00.000+10:002005-09-23T06:55:49.723+10:00just tried 'fat free light soy milk' on my cereal, and i have a sneaking suspicion that water would have been more tasty."and can these dreams you can't imagine...will never match the vision...that you had decided for me" - the white stripessalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1126949912213428652005-09-17T19:05:00.000+10:002005-09-17T19:38:32.706+10:00i can't beleive it's nearly blackstump time again. this year has gone all sorts of places.in other news, i finally made it to rozelle markets last week. lots of treasures were bought. the cherry on top was probably the polaroid camera i got for $10 (and it even works!), which i thought warranted a celebration picnic in a park at balmain. it was swell...munching on a greek salad in the sunshine salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1126947883299845272005-09-17T10:26:00.000+10:002005-09-17T19:04:43.380+10:00here we are again. well, here i am again. although, since you're reading this i suppose i can say 'we'. but don't think for a second that it actually matters.this is how i see it: a really good cake. this cake is fantastic, it's a beautiful thing to enjoy and you can see how yum it is ('yum' is a super word...think about it), but there are flies buzzing all around it (do flies buzz?). they're salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1121686422108916102005-07-18T20:33:00.000+10:002005-07-18T21:33:42.163+10:00today has been so sleepy. took the day off work as i was feeling pretty terrible this morning, and have literally been snoozing on and off since 7am. i'm praying it's not the return of glandular fever. not really in the mood.annoying: wanting to study something, but getting scared because i don't know how to do that thing, which is silly because that's the whole point of studying it. grrr.'salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1121588720106302912005-07-17T17:26:00.000+10:002005-07-17T18:25:20.773+10:00"i have no language to paint the anguish of my soul" - just heard that from the tv downstairs. not sure what show it was or who said it. nice though.some things that are always exciting:- holding babies- postage stamp booklets- fabric- finding treasures in bargain bins- the doorbell ringing- re-decorating your bedroom- discovering new fonts on a different computer- hearing a hidden track for the salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1112766317152198932005-04-06T14:51:00.000+10:002005-04-06T15:45:17.153+10:00it's nice to know that even amongst the craziness that is today so far, the good people at starbucks are still producing fine beverages, seem to have a good stance on free trade and the like, and are also friendly enough to send me the sticker i asked for a few weeks ago. it was when i was sad and on crutches - i sent in a customer survey along with a request for stickers...and to my surprise salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1112184012563592522005-03-30T17:01:00.000+10:002005-03-30T22:00:12.563+10:00in some shopping centers every here and there you get a miniature communal lounge room. there's a few comfy chairs, a rug, sometimes a coffee table and maybe even an artificial plant. and that's where the bored and tired people sit, watching everybody else, surrounded by their friend's bags, while their friend is off doing something that they can't be bothered to do. anyway, today i ended up salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1111384293435601022005-03-21T11:44:00.000+11:002005-03-21T16:51:33.440+11:00some little things that make me smile:* getting my favourite car park pay station attendant when driving out of westfield* ordering a strawberry smoothie from a familiar cafe and knowing it will taste just as brilliant as last time* adopting, cleaning and personalising weird, old, cobweb-infested pieces of furniture* preparing to go somewhere a bit special with veruca salt playing in the salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1109123786989261682005-02-23T10:39:00.000+11:002005-02-23T12:56:26.990+11:00forty-three days, nineteen stitches and one engagement party later, the dreams of marmalade is finally being attended to. a lot has happened, as usual, but i can't be bothered to record it here, also as usual.cutting potatoes is fun, especially when paint is involved."always wanted to run away...but walked slowly along" - gomezsalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1105345951284545392005-01-10T19:27:00.000+11:002005-01-10T19:32:31.283+11:00arts camp rocked. as if i could expect anything different.
happy pyjama day.
"when you let the walls consume you you'll soon find patience here...i don't need to talk this over...i just need to disappear" - the dawn collective
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1104195631866085372004-12-28T11:57:00.000+11:002004-12-28T12:00:31.866+11:00"she appears in his dreams...but in his car and in his arms...a dream can mean anything" - wilco
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1103528087390306022004-12-20T13:53:00.000+11:002004-12-20T18:34:47.390+11:00ok, so my attachment to certain names of medical conditions got the better of me. glandular fever moved in a few weeks ago, and the world is now a much more tiring place to live.
every time i sit down at the computer i'm overpowered by the smell of mangoes. we've been given a whole box of them (it's a wahroonga thing) and for some reason the box is currently living next to the computer. they salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1100582718693432022004-11-16T16:00:00.000+11:002004-11-16T16:25:18.693+11:00crosswords make me feel stupid.
today marks the official beginning of a word i've been saying inconsistently for a couple of months now. i've been saying it by accident, but the time has come to give it the validation it deserves. it's "chars" - a hybrid resulting from saying something inbetween "cheers" and "ta". there. done. open for business. now we can all say it without feeling silly and salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1100162484538391302004-11-11T19:30:00.000+11:002004-11-12T07:47:28.826+11:00god is way too good to me. then again, who am i to say his behaviour is 'too' anything. he's god.
unrelated to the above, i fell up the escalators today. really really embarrassing. i was just briskly walking up in my flip flops then BAM - down i go. must've looked hilarious. after a friendly "you right there?" from a helpful fellow traveller who was probably giggling on the inside, i carried onsalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1100086600558144722004-11-10T21:53:00.000+11:002004-11-10T22:36:40.560+11:00my imagination is way too hyperactive sometimes.
strange as it seems, i was quietly excited about the possibility of having glandular fever. mostly coz as far as medical condition names go, it sounds pretty cool. but alas, that virus wasn't found, which, although surprising given the circumstances, is good news. doctors are lovely people. from now on, every time i need to see a doctor, i'm goingsalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1099365231862088512004-11-02T11:21:00.000+11:002004-11-02T14:13:51.863+11:00ok, so all this year i've been thinking that summer started in november. so what?
in related news, a man fell asleep on me on the train last week. one of those situations where i didn't know what i was supposed to do, so i just tried to get on with last-minute studying as i became more and more aquainted with the window.
assignments are pretty ugly things until you start them. then they get salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1098774883208992312004-10-26T16:50:00.000+10:002004-10-26T17:14:43.206+10:00wouldn't it be fun to have a stall at the markets. which markets, i'm not sure. what the stall would sell, i'm not sure either. i don't think you can have a whole stall dedicated to toe rings. then again, it's my stall. i can write my own rules.
" you're just a hopeless stitch in time....but then for your crimes...please find yourself a little guilty with these lines...got your conscience on my salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1098166123418698312004-10-19T13:21:00.000+10:002004-10-19T16:08:43.420+10:00it's nice when random people visit our house.
i wonder just how offended/upset god gets when i don't put him first. i know he totally forgives me whenever i do it and totally loves me anyway and is so ready to help me change...but i wonder just how much i hurt him in the process. actually, maybe i don't want to know. maybe i should. maybe i shouldn't...i don't know. putting absolutely anything salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1097669504949321702004-10-13T21:24:00.000+10:002004-10-13T22:11:44.950+10:00wouldn't it be fun if more people used theatre/film jargon in everyday life?
short sleeves, cold showers, green leaves, pretty flowers, skin irritations flairing up, turning free music publications into fans, enough sweat to make a cocktail...summer has made quite the entrance. even though technically, that doesn't happen till november. but it's poking it's head around the front door and salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1095859295437789362004-09-22T22:25:00.000+10:002004-09-22T23:21:35.436+10:00met a puppy called 'boogie' today. it got me thinking about pet names. i think it's much more fun and exciting thinking about names for future pets rather than future children. for one, i don't think animals care as much. and two, you don't have to worry about an unknown surname (although if you're a boy you wouldn't have to worry about that anyway). and three, you can pick and make up words thatsalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1094555985043765972004-09-07T21:14:00.000+10:002004-09-07T21:19:45.043+10:00who's totally excited about going to see muse this friday night? um, that would be me. i'm such a lucky duckling!!
"stones taught me to fly...love taught me to lie" - damien rice
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1094439208345205162004-09-06T13:44:00.000+10:002004-09-06T12:53:28.346+10:00does having a blog necessarily make you a geek?
today's top 5 shops i could spend lots of hours and lots of money in (excluding normal clothing stores):
* costume/fancy dress shops
* lincraft
* any music store
* paper & stationary store
* borders
and the plural of 'phenomenon' is in fact 'phenomena', not 'phenomenons' as i so eloquently wrote yesterday...
"the author of my hope is writing...salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1094386487007447842004-09-05T15:23:00.000+10:002004-09-05T22:14:47.006+10:00lots of people probably wouldn't think of lincraft as being the place for facetious escapades. but oh how wrong they are. a friend and i were in there the other day searching for costume stuff and spent a super mischeivous hour or so just being super mischeivous, literally ending up on the floor giggling over and over and over again. man it was fun. merry times are often had in lincraft. merry salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1093861309400849462004-08-30T19:39:00.000+10:002004-08-30T20:21:49.400+10:00just discovered that my name was at it's most popular in the 1940s, and has dramatically decreased since then. i love that.
another discovery i made today was a bit less exciting and bit more messy. in our car, there's this little compartment just infront of the gearstick where you can put sunnies or coins or toothpaste or whatever. i don't drive this particular car very often, and was hunting salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1093450223391822312004-08-26T02:06:00.000+10:002004-08-26T02:10:23.390+10:00i just wrote a song. it's called, 'i just finished an assignment that's due later this morning that i started a couple of hours ago and i'm so ready for bed'. you may hear me hum it sometime...if you're lucky...
"so she wrote four pages of total jack...and then it was time to hit the sack..."
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1093252054581832282004-08-23T18:48:00.000+10:002004-08-23T19:07:34.583+10:00ok, today's vote for best chocolate ever: cadbury dairy milk malt crisp. it's amazing.
beleive it or not, 3year olds sure know how to tackle strategically. as soon as one of them has you half-down, millions more of them will swarm around and pretty soon you're at the bottom of a stacks-on and can't get up, partly because of the weight, and partly because you're laughing so much. it's fun. honestsalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1092830387088517312004-08-18T21:37:00.000+10:002004-08-18T21:59:47.090+10:00one of the funniest things about falling asleep is that little twitch that happens just as you're nodding off. the kids at work do it all the time. it's hilarious - their eyes will have closed for a while, their breathing starts to change...then........twitch. i'm not sure when exactly the twitch is supposed to come, but i seem to be just awake enough to notice mine sometimes. most of the time salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1092128523805572722004-08-10T18:50:00.000+10:002004-08-10T19:02:03.806+10:00there are certain songs that can make you smile no matter how many times you hear them and no matter what mood or situation you're in. for those few minutes you can dance, jump on your bed, play air guitar or the steering wheel drum kit, sing at the top of your lungs into a vaguely omnipresent microphone and basically just let loose and enjoy yourself, and not worry about recomposing your messy salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1091625525614976022004-08-04T23:03:00.000+10:002004-08-09T19:18:36.060+10:00great songs that don't get enough airplay or media coverage:
* the aeroplane jelly song
* the cottees song (ie. my...dad...picks the fruit...that goes to cottees...etc)
* happy little vegemites
* backstreet's back
hooray for live music, once again. hooray for red and wooden interior furnishings. hooray for reminiscing with old buddies and laughing yourself silly. hooray for random phone salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1091445032345911582004-08-02T20:21:00.000+10:002004-08-02T21:12:40.700+10:00today's top ten fun names to call people if they're being silly in some way (these are not meant to be harsh, and are not for serious use following somebody seriously screwing up. they're just names you'd casually call a friend in a 'you're a likeable dork' manner, always with a smile):
* goose
* sillyhead
* dropkick
* space cadet
* trooper
* dufus
* wally
* dag
* nuffy
* drongo
...and i'm sure salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1091190754685792422004-07-30T22:00:00.000+10:002004-07-30T22:32:34.686+10:00i don't like those lids they put on take-away hot drinks. they're probably very good for safety and things like that, but they just make the hot drink experience that little bit more tedious. for one, sometimes they're tricky to take off without spilling something anyway. and even more annoying is how some of the froth on the top (by far the best bit of any good hot chocolate) always gets stuck salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1090942380860388152004-07-27T21:18:00.000+10:002004-07-28T01:33:00.860+10:00letter writing is underrated. how much does everybody love getting mail, but little does anybody ever write somebody a proper, paper letter. i'm so included in that - i love getting mail but i'm usually not bothered to write anything myself, which is very silly. with all this email and mobile phone and blog business it's not surprising that letters (and maybe handwriting in general...although salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1090587522960592552004-07-23T17:48:00.000+10:002004-07-23T22:58:42.960+10:00i have a love/hate relationship with my hips. see, on one hand, they're the best. they keep my jeans (and any other lower-half-of-the-body attire) from falling down without having to wear a belt. they give you something to put your hands on when you want to look chissed. and they're heaps useful for carrying things. chairs, amps, boxes, laundry baskets, 2yr olds...hips make holding all those salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1088232323214332402004-06-26T14:51:00.000+10:002004-06-26T16:45:23.213+10:00forget that last post. i mean it was over 10 days ago, so it's probably been forgotten already. just that i discovered i'm a bit of a blonde and realised that the links i was whinging about are on my computer only, not visible to everybody else. so never mind. all is well.
an icecream truck is doing the rounds near my house. icecream trucks are supposed to sound fun and fantastical and cutely salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1087296459799022892004-06-15T20:41:00.000+10:002004-06-15T20:48:13.723+10:00also...lately there's sometimes words in my posts that are being made into links, but not by me. not sure what's going on but don't click on them. it'll only end in tears. actually it probably won't, not unless advertising makes you cry. which it might, i don't know. basically, ignore them.
"all the blue light reflections that colour my mind when i sleep...and the lovesick rejections that salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1087296010653271592004-06-15T20:40:00.000+10:002004-06-15T20:40:48.616+10:00feel like an only child and i'm not sure i like it.
ok, this first mother of a paragraph is all about the wedding. just thought i'd warn you...in case you're male or otherwise not interested. it was meant to be a short recap, but i got tremendously carried away. sorry. i spose it makes up for the lack of posting lately...
my sister's wedding was surreal. it was just so quick, so perfect and sosalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1086184725261358192004-06-02T21:50:00.000+10:002004-06-02T23:59:23.173+10:00for the record, i've started about 6 posts since my last one, but each time, i get distracted or forget and always end up losing them. so there. and i've come across all these great lyrics that i've wanted to put up too. all in good time i spose...
stuff the rollercoaster analogy; my emotions have been on an international theme park tour the last few weeks. crazy stuff. but i have no doubt it's salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1084274999957586212004-05-11T21:13:00.000+10:002004-05-15T19:32:13.673+10:00the plan tonight was to stay home so i get my assignment done. somehow i'm doubting that's going to happen. there's already enough running through my head right now. no room for anything even mildly academic.
bought a new cd case. my old one has been flipping out lately. i've been cramming too many cds into it's modest capacity for months now and it's starting to show. this one fits more cds, salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1084149175183272172004-05-10T10:20:00.000+10:002004-05-10T10:32:55.183+10:00frustrated: to cause feelings of discouragement or bafflement in
maybe everything has been done before. every emotion felt, evert hurt cried, every question asked, every song inspired. that rhymes.
"hearts bending now will break...your light shattering my calm...a life sentence in your arms" - epicure
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1084079181479754002004-05-09T15:06:00.000+10:002004-05-09T15:12:59.513+10:00happy mothers day :)
pearl beach rocks. a bunch of us went up again on friday night and had a super time giggling, chatting, being silly, eating, and very late-night beach walking. twas jolly good. except when, as we were walking onto the moonlit beach, i mistook a big patch of water for just some more sand, and walked shin-deep into it in my jeans and uggies. nice one. how can anybody not love salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1083763474646537402004-05-05T23:24:00.000+10:002004-05-05T23:27:46.560+10:00the moon was sensational again tonight.
on a less amazing note, i've had 2 nosebleeds in the last 24 hours.
"maybe its a dream and if i scream it will burst at the seams...this whole place will fall to pieces" -jack johnson
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1083659543550402612004-05-04T18:32:00.000+10:002004-05-04T18:35:10.750+10:00did anyone see the moon just before sunset? amazing. it was like this massive out-of-place ghost peeking over the horizon. at least from where i was standing.
"jewel box of sadness...bring to catch your tear...crystalize illusion shine...forgot i'm here" - jeff buckley
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1083573536336472052004-05-03T18:38:00.000+10:002004-05-03T18:42:56.093+10:00it's freezing. but typing in gloves isn't as difficult as i thought it would be.
though i'm still convinced that heels are from the devil (ie they can look appealling but really just cause pain), i just bought my first pair of stilletos. i had to get them for the wedding. although i'd live in flipflops if i could, it's actually kind of exciting to own some proper 'big girl' shoes. i've been salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1082448250463938192004-04-20T18:04:00.000+10:002004-04-20T18:07:07.420+10:00soul happened. the people were awesome, the weather was perfect, and god was wonderfully unpredictable as always. what a great week. despite the sometimes crazy levels of stress, i still got to have some fantastic conversations with new people and old friends, had some super intense moments with god, and had lots and lots of laughs. camping was well fun too. god did such an amazing thing with thesalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1081597008270580992004-04-10T21:36:00.000+10:002004-04-10T21:42:55.590+10:00there was something super special about yesterday. and today sort of too. but i can't put my finger on what.
unrelated (or perhaps not? who knows), i saw even more paper today than i saw at the local council elections a few weeks ago. at least people will read this stuff though. we hope so anyway. we made hundreds of programs, which is a heck of a lot of photocopying, cutting, sorting, salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1081123259744896432004-04-05T10:00:00.000+10:002004-04-05T10:15:41.543+10:00who's excited about having a day off? i am!! yay team. actually got a heck of a lot to get done, but i can do it all from home, and eat whenever i want, and wear whatever i want (still pj's at the moment), and listen to whatever music i want, and not have to tell anyone off. it's super.
had THE worst sleep last night. i'm usually a deep sleeper but this last week or so has been plain silly. wokesalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1080982347831816002004-04-03T18:52:00.000+10:002004-04-03T19:08:34.810+10:00sitting here in an office typing on a computer that isn't mine, with an empty belly, sand between my toes and some classic beach hair. i could really do with a shower, some dinner, and a block of chocolate. but i've been out since last night, and won't be going home till later tonight, so i probably won't get a shower for a few hours. dinner might be an option if there's money in my wallet (a salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1080808550754794302004-04-01T18:35:00.000+10:002004-04-01T18:38:28.170+10:00not always a blink fan (although i've definitely got a soft spot for them...a couple of their songs have been anthems at one time or another and they have heaps of memories attached to them...plus they can be pretty funny guys), but i thought this lyric from their current song 'miss you' was kinda pretty (in a non-frilly-girly way):
"don't waste your time on me...you're already a voice inside mysalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1080784696077456112004-04-01T11:58:00.000+10:002004-04-01T12:00:52.920+10:00sometimes things go wrong and no matter how much you know it isn't your fault, it still feels that way.
i spose blessings in disguise are sneaky little truckers.
even though i never saw them, i miss counting crows.
got an invitation to my sister's wedding. i was kinda hoping to be invited, so it's worked out well.
'coastal chill 2' is an excellent cd.
off to work with the preschoolers nowsalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1080639488038300872004-03-30T19:38:00.000+10:002004-03-30T19:40:43.483+10:00like every other counting crows fan in australia, i'm currently in mourning. i was so flipping ridiculously amazingly excited about this show, but it's not happening anymore. i'm sooo cut. and poor adam has a family to be with following the death of a loved one. he must be way more cut. wonder if he'll write a song about it.
"if i could make it rain today...and wash away this sunny day down to salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1080392173491760852004-03-27T23:56:00.000+11:002004-03-27T23:58:45.826+11:00the other night a friend and i went to chatty and saw '50 first dates'. it was the perfect evening for what we were in the mood for - lots of sugar, good car conversation, goofy behaviour in a supermarket, grape-throwing and other cinema antics, and an average, shallow comedy that didn't require any thinking.
right now (as in this moment, now, not as in right now generally) i'm kinda low. and a salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1079744123143034882004-03-20T11:55:00.000+11:002004-03-20T12:00:03.483+11:00it's probably a very good thing i don't talk about boys on here.
last night went to manly with a couple of friends. we contemplated how manly can be so seedy and so atmospheric at the same time, ate gelatissimo ice cream sitting on pier steps, visited a very scary bathroom, wondered where and when seagulls sleep, listened to a good covers band in a pub, giggled at some of the more unusual salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1079353889254782242004-03-15T23:31:00.000+11:002004-03-15T23:33:50.076+11:00person 1 "i hear you're a christian"
person 2 "yeah, that's right"
person 1 "cool. so in what ways do you help the poor?"
"you're dangerous coz you're honest" - u2
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1079266981254104592004-03-14T23:23:00.000+11:002004-03-14T23:30:48.076+11:00just went to a very anglican church. it was painful not being able to sit how i usually do (damn narrow wooden pews...), but it was a nice building, i enjoyed the talk and made a friend or two.
i really dislike pressure.
my sister, her fiance and i had to take my great aunt to the airport on saturday so she could fly home to the land of the brits. we just dropped her off near the departure salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1079005428051553832004-03-11T22:43:00.000+11:002004-04-01T18:34:02.420+10:00noticed a brilliant poster at work today. it's next to some other things about first-aid and evacuation procedures and all that, and it's headed "The I AM CHOKING Chart". isn't that great? also at work today i overheard some of the pre-schoolers calling eachother "lollyboobydumdumhead". what a fine generation. as well as that i got to hold a 7week-old baby which is so much more special than it salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1078736921136892262004-03-08T20:08:00.000+11:002004-03-08T20:15:32.496+11:00thought this was cute. it was in the program of one the churches i've visited:
"if dogs could teach us we would learn things like:
* when loved ones come home, always run to greet them
* never pass the opportunity to go for a joyride and enjoy the fresh air through an open window
* stretch before rising
* run and play daily
* let people touch you
* avoid biting when a simple growl will do
* on salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1078578525222211082004-03-07T00:08:00.000+11:002004-03-07T00:10:57.263+11:00huge day which started out horrible, but got lots better as time went on, then it was fantastic, and then it ended on a funny note.
and i get to wear red for the wedding :) :) :)
"oh no...what's this...a spiderweb and it's me in the middle" - coldplay
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1078324994670666102004-03-04T01:43:00.000+11:002004-04-29T19:54:45.390+10:00tonight at homegroup we all got given blank books to journal things over the next few weeks; we're starting a new topic/study and they thought it would be good to give us something to record stuff in. they started passing the books around to everybody, and i was thinking they'd be the typical supermarket-bought, spiral, thin cardboard cover, a5, lined notebook. no no no. i'm now the proud owner salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1077930093978339332004-02-28T12:01:00.000+11:002004-02-28T12:03:38.606+11:00saw the passion. it hurt.
the thing that made my eyes water the most was satan. the image of him in that cloak with those eyes and those demons and that tilt of the head...and that scream when jc died. incredibly disturbing.
can't say much else about it at this stage.
on a lighter note, we're about to go bridesmaid shopping which is most exciting.
"and when i fail to be everything i tell salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1077846389854629012004-02-27T12:46:00.000+11:002004-02-27T12:48:32.890+11:00this morning as i was hanging the washing on the line i remembered that when i was little i used to turn the laundry basket upside down and sit inside it pretending i was a lion in a cage at the circus.
"i won't be there to break your sweet heart...but not being there might break your sweet heart" - the reindeer section
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1077577033117986052004-02-24T09:57:00.000+11:002004-02-24T09:59:12.903+11:00just finished reading 'john wimber - the way it was', which is all about the life of john wimber and the church he played a part in. it's written by his wife, which is kinda cool, as she's not an 'author' and doesn't try to be. it's not as literally succint (does that make sense? i guess i'm not very literally succint either) as it would be if it were written by a professional, and that means it salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1076918966608188792004-02-16T19:09:00.000+11:002004-02-16T19:11:19.483+11:00another day, another middle-ear infection.
i had a shock this afternoon. a full-on shock. never mind the reason for the shock, but it was such a strange feeling. there was this bizarre moment where i couldn't do anything but stare straight ahead and remember to breathe. my heart went hot, my face was sweating, my tummy did somersaults and my eyes prickled with potential tears. it was the salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1076814627341517522004-02-15T14:10:00.000+11:002004-02-16T18:44:32.640+11:00spent some time up at whale beach yesterday. man it was beautiful. so so sooo nice. was quite an adventure too - i just had a couple of hours to kill and thought i'd follow the road and see where it took me...and just happened to end up at a beautiful place i'd never been before. i love driving through streets i'm not familiar with. and at the beach - just sitting there on the rocks for ages, salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1076657605010765022004-02-13T18:33:00.000+11:002004-02-16T18:47:08.296+11:00my blog keeps publishing things that i never published and not publishing things that i do publish. plus the times are all wrong again. and i thought boys were weird.
just saw a show (YES!! a show!! at a THEATRE!! man it was awesome. had that same amazing buzz about it. it's just so so cool. LOVE theatres. thank god for theatres. i want a theatre. i'd live in a theatre, and visit other theatres salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1076447572523747912004-02-11T08:12:00.000+11:002004-02-11T08:14:39.780+11:00so stressed out right now.
"you put the lime in the coconut and then you feel better" - some crazy song. you know how some things you really like but also get really annoyed by? that song is one of those things.
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1076319611045551342004-02-09T20:40:00.000+11:002004-02-10T12:16:03.153+11:00it's 38 degrees outside and i'm sitting here with a nasty cold, wondering why my body never reacts well to changes in the weather. it just goes into panic mode and decides to perform something dramatic, like a bad cold or a nosebleed or a little lose-the-voice trick. silly.
had the eftpos problem again today. i always end up buying more than i mean to at the shops. always. this time i went up salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1075636592588435652004-02-01T22:56:00.000+11:002004-02-06T22:06:00.373+11:00decided that i won't write about camp or melbourne at all. they're both too complicated. damn good, but complicated. even aside from them though, the last few weeks have been crazy. i think that's kind of what's been putting me off writing on here. there's too much to write about but also too little to say. guess i'll just start on about random things and see where it goes...
saw 'the lion king'salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1074513642413739572004-01-19T23:00:00.000+11:002004-01-19T23:02:07.466+11:00i know i'm so out of the blog loop now. it's been ages. but maybe i'll be back in full swing soon...who knows. the last couple of weeks have been amazing. camp was so flippin fun and melbourne was amazing. but i haven't had a chance to sit down and have a good think about either of them yet, and in this case i want to do that before i write anything about it. so until then...
"is it just me or salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1073091105102271262004-01-03T11:51:00.000+11:002004-01-03T11:52:53.140+11:00i just wrote a rather lengthy post, but it disappeared. i'm not sure where. that's so annoying. ah well. life goes on.
here's a summary of events:
new years eve - excellent, good fun, playing soccer, hitting eachother with a fluro toy from 1993, bbq, beach, fireworks, singalong, all-nighter, tiredness, sillyness, beach, swim
last couple of days - slept, shopping, $9 cd, raiding of our costume salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1072577387452081422003-12-28T13:09:00.000+11:002004-02-06T22:05:04.420+11:00another thought on 'the return of the king' - obviously and understandably everybody will be comparing this movie with the previous two. but i'm not sure i can do that. i mean each part has it's ups and downs and highlights and lowlights...but it's really just one big adventure that we happen to have seen in bits. none of the bits get by without the other two.
"i don't want to see a thousand salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1072533963475826092003-12-28T01:06:00.000+11:002003-12-28T01:07:05.826+11:00this week has flown by, as weeks tend to do. church and farewell and work and more farewell and beach and present wrapping and new computer and christmas eve and more church and christmas day and even more church and friends over and present opening and more beach and boxing day and family and movie and shopping and dvd. somewhere in there my sister got engaged too, which is very special and salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1071882821142580372003-12-20T12:13:00.000+11:002003-12-20T12:14:36.013+11:00the last few days or so have been a bit weird. let's just say i could have behaved much better. i hate that feeling. it's a mix of regret, guilt and shame. are guilt and shame the same thing? i'm not sure. let's consult the collins pocket reference dictionary shall we:
guilt: fact, state of having done wrong
shame: emotion caused by consciousness of guilt or dishonour in one's conduct or state
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1071813670886345312003-12-19T17:01:00.000+11:002003-12-19T17:02:05.076+11:00the parents of the children at work are sometimes even cuter than their kids. because it's the end of the year, they've all left this array of chocolates and gingerbread houses and rocky road and who knows what else for us to eat, along with all their thankyous & merry christmas cards. it is just so nice. i wasn't expecting them to be that generous and give us so much. but then when i thought salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1071665622709495152003-12-17T23:53:00.000+11:002003-12-17T23:54:34.466+11:00just received my 2nd semester uni results, and i'm very happy with them. i still don't really want to go back, but it's nice to know i did well all the same.
next year is meh. i don't have a clue what to do, stu. it's been quite exciting not knowing what's happening, but now it's starting to depress me. and people have been really encouraging, saying things like 'god will make it clear', but to salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1071575303694698322003-12-16T22:48:00.000+11:002003-12-16T22:49:14.653+11:00after such a beautiful, refreshing, sunny weekend, i can't quite figure out why i managed to catch a cold. my nose is blocked and no matter how much i try and get rid of what's up there, it just keeps right on being blocked. how annoying.
oh pearl beach was fun. jolly good times were had. except maybe when one of the boys decided to be clever and eat a whole big chunk of raw fish when we were salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1071173309066272322003-12-12T07:08:00.000+11:002003-12-12T07:09:15.810+11:00i'm off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of oz...
well, not really. i'm going to pearl beach instead. there may or may not be a wizard there, i'm not sure. either way i'm sure we'll have a good time. hoorah for little getaways with wonderful people.
"fa la la la la...la la la la" - traditional
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1071064270028823432003-12-11T00:51:00.000+11:002003-12-11T00:51:54.936+11:00this year for the first time ever, we have christmas lights outside. my sister and i had a lot of fun putting them up. it's good how the most basic tasks can be so much fun with the right people.
was genuinely scared out of my wits today. was getting a lift home with some friends, and somehow we went through a red light, cruising right into traffic that was entering the road. it was so scary. salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1070925114779860612003-12-09T10:11:00.000+11:002003-12-09T10:12:38.653+11:00although the song is always crap, britney spears video clips are worth watching just for the dance. at least i think so. apart from some of the look-at-me-you-know-you-want-me-i'm-such-a-sexy-tiger moves, a lot of it is really really good. the group stuff is always so tight, it looks great.
R.E.M's 'a bad day' clip is mad too. it's done as a news show, with the presenters all miming the words salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1070720760419530562003-12-07T01:26:00.000+11:002003-12-07T01:26:41.733+11:00thursday was fun. my mum and i went into chatswood to meet my sister during her lunch break. we got to see the place she works in, it's very suave. we had a delicious lunch and possibly the best milkshake i've ever had, then my sister went back to work and mum and i went shopping. before this year, i've never really been much of a shopping person. i never really got into it. but now, for the salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1070348899600686992003-12-02T18:08:00.000+11:002003-12-02T18:08:56.936+11:00who just got their green P's/class P2/not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman driver's license/??? i did!! yay team. the RTA officers looking after me were so lovely. i'm always a bit scared going into places like that. everything is so official and strict, and i seem to assume that all the people there will be official and strict too. and they have to be, to an extent, but they're actually quite nice and salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1070282829741620052003-12-01T23:47:00.000+11:002003-12-01T23:47:45.983+11:00how cool are cicadas.
i'd just about given up on a couple of my possible plans for next year, and i got home this afternoon to get a phone message telling me that i had an interview at one place, and a letter from another place telling me i had an interview there as well, on the same day. brilliant! god is funny.
"i've found a long way back to sanity again...though i don't really know what i'msalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1070187066609307562003-11-30T21:11:00.000+11:002003-11-30T21:11:42.106+11:00i think i enjoy the lead-up to christmas so much more than christmas day. is that a bad thing? i'm not sure it's always been that way, but people were talking about their christmas plans today and i realised how much i love the shopping centre decorations and christmas cards and all the other pre-christmas stuff, but also how average and uneventful christmas day is. obviously, the cause for the salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1070110657786234592003-11-29T23:57:00.000+11:002003-11-30T00:16:25.186+11:00beached it this afternoon. soooo nice. except i got a rash on my arm from the spindly grass on the sand dunes. we had some unintentional detours on both the way there and the way back; now we know our surroundings just that little bit better. when we got home i had about 15 minutes to shower, wash my beach-hair, wash my swimmers and get dressed for tonight, when we had dinner in the city, kind ofsalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1070034916729956662003-11-29T02:55:00.000+11:002003-11-29T02:55:49.810+11:00playing soccer with friends on the waterfront at milson's point looking out onto sydney harbour at night is such a beautiful thing.
"walk on" - u2
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1069817177380682982003-11-26T14:26:00.000+11:002003-11-26T14:26:48.356+11:00my parents are in tasmania, so everybody is welcome to pop over here anytime and join in with the drugs and the house-trashing. no, not really. house-trashing is naughty.
i hope santa brings me vulture street. how cool does that sound. it could so be some cool edgy lyric, that leaves people thinking, 'i wonder what she means by vulture street? do i want vulture street too?'. but really, and salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1069505238200282812003-11-22T23:47:00.000+11:002003-11-22T23:47:45.466+11:00damn. i'm generally not a competitive person. really. but losing to england...oh-ohhh-ohh. ok, so they did do a good job. they played well. we played damn well too. at least we shared our points around our players a bit ;) it's time like these where i could claim my mother's english-ness (she's actually a pom, but she moved here when she was a teenager) and say that since i have 50% english bloodsalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1069464053675953332003-11-22T12:20:00.000+11:002003-11-23T15:19:08.390+11:00last night i had a dream in my dream. what an experience that was.
but earlier in the evening, when i was home alone and very tired, i decided i could do nothing better than sit in front of the tv with milk and cookies and have a 'lord of the rings' extravaganza. but half way into the first one, decided i wanted to watch something light and hilarious instead. so i watched fawlty towers. that is salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1069397650636944052003-11-21T17:54:00.000+11:002003-11-21T17:54:36.360+11:00i did 2 stupid things today. actually, i'm sure i did more than just 2. but 2 come to mind:
1) had an exam today (which i hadn't really studied for...and that in itself is stupid...but i do that so often that it seems to have lost it's stupidity), so i had to make sure i definitely got to uni on time. i got to the station and silly me just assumed there'd be a train within 10 or 15 minutes as salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1069299556086326562003-11-20T14:39:00.000+11:002003-11-20T14:40:07.483+11:00there are so many things i could comment on right now. but i think i'll refrain from doing so.
"if i'm wise i will walk away...and gladly...but sadly i'm not wise...it's hard to talk away the memories that you prize" - leslie bricusse
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1068941490512529752003-11-16T11:11:00.000+11:002003-11-16T11:11:51.700+11:00yesterday we went up to the central coast and gave out candles and car washes for free. it was a beautiful day. in lots of ways.
when we got home, my sister and i had this stupid conversation about how many acclaimed song-writers there are that start with the letter "j" (either first or last name). you've got jack johnson, jeff buckley, john mayer, jon bon jovi, james taylor, norah jones, john salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1068617412023036192003-11-12T17:10:00.000+11:002003-11-12T17:10:09.590+11:00however...something not so cute about little private-school boys is the whole knee-high socks thing. that is not cute. that has to go.
"i lie down and blind myself with laughter...a quick fix of hope is what i'm needing...and now i wish that i could turn back the hours" - the calling
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1068608994000672082003-11-12T14:49:00.000+11:002003-11-12T14:49:51.010+11:00something fun about living in this area is that you get all these cute little private-school boys who doff their caps at you when you're in your car and you stop at a pedestrian crossing. it's the cutest thing. it's so unnaturally polite and old-fashioned and gentleman-ish. or maybe it just seems that way because i'm not used to it and wasn't brought up with boys who were like that. the other daysalnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1068379522288024102003-11-09T23:05:00.000+11:002003-11-09T23:05:20.273+11:00there's a show on tonight called 'bizarre ways to die'. i think they might be running out of ideas.
"when you have everything...you have everything to lose" - ben harper
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1068296706694918962003-11-09T00:05:00.000+11:002003-11-09T00:06:03.350+11:00...and....saw 'revolutions' tonight. it was cool. not amazing. but cool. as all matrixish things tend to be. it didn't feel like a movie though. it felt like just 'some more' of the last one. i suppose that's because it was. hmmm. we had the super-soft, super-bouncy, super-comfy, super-red recliner seats, which was such a novelty. they're almost too comfortable. and it was actually kinda weird salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1068294926831901722003-11-08T23:35:00.000+11:002003-11-08T23:35:24.546+11:00oh jack johnson is the bomb. he is floating so many boats right now.
"guess i'll walk down Still Street...and remember going somewhere"
salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1068271512720416242003-11-08T17:05:00.000+11:002003-11-08T17:05:10.890+11:00finally got a jack johnson cd. really like it. quality chill out/mellow out/hang out/driving/beaching music.
after i'd payed for it at the sound counter and was walking out the front doors of target, the door guy checked through my shopping bags to make sure i hadn't swiped anything. he had to hold the cd bag to get a proper look at the receipt taped on the front (he was a tall door guy), and salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1067997246286581792003-11-05T12:54:00.000+11:002003-11-05T12:54:04.980+11:00some of the things to be done this summer:
* go to the beach!! yay!!
* go on a picnic and play touch footy and throw frisbees and eat yummy food and have water fights
* have a bbq dinner at somebody's house (maybe mine?)
* write a summer song
* have a games night (pictionary, taboo, spoons, scategories etc....all the classics)
* make a stupid video/photo book
* go on an adventure to somewhere salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1067996396793808062003-11-05T12:39:00.000+11:002003-11-05T12:39:55.036+11:00i was meant to go up to the shops to get a leonard bernstein cd for an assignment. i did get the leonard bernstein cd (which is awesome), but i managed to come home with a fat graphics magazine and a pair of jeans as well. not sure how that happened.
"there always another wound to discover...there's always something more you wish he'd say" - vertical horizon. that's the 3rd lyric in a row from salnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598765.post-1067774222721459562003-11-02T22:57:00.000+11:002003-11-02T22:57:00.926+11:00airports are such emotional places.
and, i think the past-tense of 'preach' should be 'proach'.
"you're waiting for someone to put you together...you're waiting for someone to push you away" - vertical horizon
salnoreply@blogger.com