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[18 Mar 2005|09:57am] |
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The Nightmare Before Christmas - jack's lament |
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Yeah, just to let you guys know, I'm going back to my old LJ, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rubena. I came to the conclusion that it is kind of stupid just throwing away three years of meticulous documentation just because I got severely insulted on it by someone who once meant something to me. At this point I'm transferring journal entries, so I'm sorry about any friends pages that I'm flooding. I'd just kind of like having it all in one place. Feel free to unfriend me for a while, I'll let you guys know when I'm done. Luckily, there's not too much in this journal to transfer, I got half of it done in two hours.
Oh, and quick update, yes, I'm back in Australia, and still reasonably well fed and I also have a roof over my head, which is a bonus. I'm making use of student welfare at the moment, which has also turned me into a passionate protester against the demons of VSU. >.> I went on a protest march to parliament house yesterday, actually. I have also handed in my claim to Centrelink, and with a bit of luck and an appeal against a probably negative decision, I will hopefully get Youth Allowance. Will also job search as soon as the flood damage to Adelaide Uni network is fixed enough for me to print out resumes.
That's about it for now. For further reference, I am a selfish bitch these days as well, moreso than usual. >.>; Sorry.
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[30 Jan 2005|12:27pm] |
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Sinead O´Connor - gloomy sunday |
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Yep. It´s Sunday, it´s cold, I have no artistic drive, and I´m listening to depressing music. :P That, and Holy Shit WTFBBQ, it´s snowing really thickly AGAIN! I seem to be a harbinger of snow around here when it hasn´t been snowing before.
*stands in the snow and sings melodramatically*
Suunnnday is gloommeeee, my haours are sluumberless...!
I shall now further my reacquaintance with German confectionary, so soon, you´ll be able to roll me, ah-hah! Mmmh, Hanuta. Actually, I have already extensively reacquainted myself with the wonderful Morenköpfe and the dissolvable drinkable vitamin pills, mmh-mmh!
Oh, and apparently I am visibly a non-smoker, ´cause I just have such fabulous skin. *snerk* I guess it´s not just an Australian thing to harp on about my skin, I now get it from complete strangers who I happen upon in Internet Cafes.
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| Ah, such intrigue. |
[20 Jan 2005|10:04pm] |
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Lighthouse Family - lost in space |
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This whole packing up thing does lead to one inevitable thing: finding things I didn't even know I still had in my possession. These things including my warm fuzzies, a metronome, an empty money cassette, a 30-year-old case of compasses and the like, some stray stamps, my modelling portfolio, and stacks of weird and wonderful books.
How fulfilling.
( Quizzies )
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| Huh. |
[17 Jan 2005|10:32am] |
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Darren Hayes - unlovable |
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I just spent a few moments outside, playing with Daemon. He'd been lying in the middle of the paddock on his side, and I think we're all a little traumatised now when we see a horse lying in the paddock like that, seeing as Miss Teak had been lying like that when she broke her leg off and we had to put her down. Whenever a horse lies like this, we have to go check on it. So I went to check on Daemon, as it would _really_ suck if the little guy managed to harm himself. Tragic waste. But yeah, of course he was fine, he was just lazing around. It really still amazes me how confident and independent he is at his young age. He's not even a month old yet! But still he just lies there and lets me pet him, then gets up and starts licking at my hand like a dog. And would you believe it, the cheeky little bugger actually tried to shove me out of the way! I'm not sure whether he'll grow up to be real friendly or a real handful. He seems to really like people, but he also seems to be kinda bossy. Could go either way. But hey, he'll be a fucking beautiful horse. I still kind of hope he can stay a stallion, it would be a crying shame to geld him. Thing is, the demand for stallions is a tad low. :/ But seriously, he's such a beauty, even at his tender age. He's already all muscular, he carries himself proudly, he gaits, and his face is starting to already mature enough for you to see that he's going to be a really pretty sight there, too.
I guess we'll see. By the way, here are the photos of his birth. :D He's certainly more glorious now though. ^_^
http://www.lemis.com/grog/Photos-20041223.html
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| Buh. |
[09 Jan 2005|12:56pm] |
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Fuck fuckity fuck fuck! |
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HOLY CRAP!!!
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| Conversations with a mascara wand. |
[03 Dec 2004|10:32pm] |
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Darren Hayes - sense of humour |
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Me: Hey, you really are waterproof!
Max Factor 2000 Calorie Aqua: What, did you doubt me?
Me: Yes, actually.
MF2000CA: Well, it's your own silly fault then, isn't it?
Me: Butbut... you're eye make-up remover-proof, too!
MF2000CA: Mwahahahah, foolish mortal!
Me: *cries*
MF2000CA: Cry all you want, it's still not going to run.
Me: Shaddup.
'nuff said.
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| Holiday meme goodness! |
[24 Nov 2004|04:32pm] |
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This is pretty shibby. ^_^ Come on, spread the joy!
Step One
- Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.
- If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.
- Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post (it'll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread.
Step Two
- Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:
- If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it.
You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call.
There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.
( Wishy goodness )
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Today, I have found a highly effective way of combatting bleak despair: harvesting random potatoes that seem to pop up in the ground as you walk.
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[12 Nov 2004|12:58pm] |
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My stomach is going to consume itself any minute now.
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[02 Nov 2004|12:26pm] |
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Here's a profound question to ponder: does Satan want potatoes?
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