So 100 apologies.
It's been a while since I've written anything and the posts have been quite meagre pickings.
I have been busy though.
I've planned (somewhat) how I'm going to end (what would have been) my last year of uni. I've now added an extra semester to the degree, so I'll be there even longer now.
It's the Christmas season - and I work in retail. Need I say more.
My dog of 16 1/2 years passed away. My beloved friend, pet and dog who has been in my life since I was four, passed away a couple of weeks ago. I have hardly written anything since it happened - not even in my journal about her passing.
My other dog had an operation - we're also waiting for test results to see whether a growth on his eye may or may not be cancerous.
It's hot - and I mean really hot here - that means I've hardly needed to lift a finger before I pass out of exhaustion.
I want to wish my readers (though I doubt they follow me anymore lol) a merry Christmas and a merry Christmas to all of you out there as well.
Because of the recent events that have happened within my family, we're hardly paying attention to the Christmas-y lifestyle and hardly recognise that it's only a couple of days away. Hopefully when it comes down to the day we enjoy the events we have planned.
x0x
I'll talk after the Christmas hubbub has died down.
Saturday, 21 December 2013
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Games Master Challenge - My First Year
Hello, Friends!
It's been 16 months since I joined Neopets - the online virtual pet website full of games, fun and awesomeness.
Around 27 minutes ago the Games Master Challenge - a site event - finished up for another turn.
For the first time I decided I would join.
This time it was between Sun and Moon - and the leaders/worlds that took part were of no interest to me (hello Team Tyrannia).
To compete, you need to pick a team. Seeing as I don't like Summer AKA sun, I decided to go with team Moon.
The Games Master Challenge involves the participants to compete in certain challengers over seven days.
The team you pick determines the games you play and there's usually a theme.
The only games I usually play on Neopets are the card games - I love them ha ha.
Card games aren't a part of the Challenge.
To say I struggled a little bit was an understatement - I didn't have a mouse for 6 out of the seven days (which is needed for some games), I started on day three of the Challenge and most games I hadn't even heard of, let alone played them.
But I loved the comp!
There was a board that you could go to, to talk about challenges, team comradery and to help each other out - which is great to see.
After you win a challenge they reward you with prizes - I really wanted to win the snow background which was achievable if you completed a game challenge - which I didn't achieve, so that was sad.
Did I mention that Team Moon won :) very exciting to be on the winning team, and I'm loving the trophy which has been added on my page lookup - yay :)
I played about 40 games in total - I succeeded in half the challenges.
And I received a Games Master 3 Trophy - which is pretty alright, considering my...ahem, skill (or lack thereof).
Next time I see a Games Master Challenge (I think it's every so often, but not sure exactly when) I'll definitely join again.
If you play Neopets let me know if you joined this time round.
Love to hear from you.
Go team Moon - and well done to all participants.
It's been 16 months since I joined Neopets - the online virtual pet website full of games, fun and awesomeness.
Around 27 minutes ago the Games Master Challenge - a site event - finished up for another turn.
For the first time I decided I would join.
This time it was between Sun and Moon - and the leaders/worlds that took part were of no interest to me (hello Team Tyrannia).
To compete, you need to pick a team. Seeing as I don't like Summer AKA sun, I decided to go with team Moon.
The Games Master Challenge involves the participants to compete in certain challengers over seven days.
The team you pick determines the games you play and there's usually a theme.
The only games I usually play on Neopets are the card games - I love them ha ha.
Card games aren't a part of the Challenge.
To say I struggled a little bit was an understatement - I didn't have a mouse for 6 out of the seven days (which is needed for some games), I started on day three of the Challenge and most games I hadn't even heard of, let alone played them.
But I loved the comp!
There was a board that you could go to, to talk about challenges, team comradery and to help each other out - which is great to see.
After you win a challenge they reward you with prizes - I really wanted to win the snow background which was achievable if you completed a game challenge - which I didn't achieve, so that was sad.
Did I mention that Team Moon won :) very exciting to be on the winning team, and I'm loving the trophy which has been added on my page lookup - yay :)
I played about 40 games in total - I succeeded in half the challenges.
And I received a Games Master 3 Trophy - which is pretty alright, considering my...ahem, skill (or lack thereof).
Next time I see a Games Master Challenge (I think it's every so often, but not sure exactly when) I'll definitely join again.
If you play Neopets let me know if you joined this time round.
Love to hear from you.
Go team Moon - and well done to all participants.
Monday, 11 November 2013
Womanhood Milestone
Today my body and I reached a milestone.
Ten years today (well around this time - well this month ten years ago) I got my period.
I have had my period for a decade!
I know for others this will not a be an exciting post, and seeing as I haven't written in ages, I know you deserve something better. And when Uni is finished I will come back and write something with substance - I swear. I already have some post ideas lined up.
But this post is all about my little achievement and that I'm really excited about this. I know it sounds weird.
Seeing as we still have a society where women still feel the need to hide a normal bodily function; from men, friends, family and themselves. And seeing as this time of the month on any other occasion would suck!, I thought I'd bring some light to the world and happily announce to you all my milestone with my body.
Here's a cat.
And a round of applause if you got the innuendo there :)
Ten years today (well around this time - well this month ten years ago) I got my period.
I have had my period for a decade!
I know for others this will not a be an exciting post, and seeing as I haven't written in ages, I know you deserve something better. And when Uni is finished I will come back and write something with substance - I swear. I already have some post ideas lined up.
But this post is all about my little achievement and that I'm really excited about this. I know it sounds weird.
Seeing as we still have a society where women still feel the need to hide a normal bodily function; from men, friends, family and themselves. And seeing as this time of the month on any other occasion would suck!, I thought I'd bring some light to the world and happily announce to you all my milestone with my body.
Here's a cat.
And a round of applause if you got the innuendo there :)
Saturday, 7 September 2013
Speedo Warrior has Won. Someone Get me Out of Here!
The Australian election has come and gone.
For overseas people, the idea that a campaign could run for 6 weeks seems like too long. For Australians, we couldn't agree more.
As an Australian, I can't even say there was a campaign; all the parties really did was bag out each other, made promises they don't have money for, and kept their real ideas behind closed doors.
It was a sad thing to watch.
Finally yesterday Australian's could put pencil to paper and with only a couple of minutes of their time, make a decision that could impact the rest of the country for another four years.
I voted :D well, you have to here, but I honestly love voting. There's something about getting your say on how you will live and run your life (on a national scale) that is very empowering.
So we all voted.
And it seems that Australian's voted with their eyes closed.
With every fibre in my body, do I regret to inform you, that my new Prime Minister, the man who will be running my country, is this man...
Tony Abbott and his team now get to screw the Australian people over with his traditional ideals, spending cuts and home wrecking policies.
For overseas people, the idea that a campaign could run for 6 weeks seems like too long. For Australians, we couldn't agree more.
As an Australian, I can't even say there was a campaign; all the parties really did was bag out each other, made promises they don't have money for, and kept their real ideas behind closed doors.
It was a sad thing to watch.
Finally yesterday Australian's could put pencil to paper and with only a couple of minutes of their time, make a decision that could impact the rest of the country for another four years.
I voted :D well, you have to here, but I honestly love voting. There's something about getting your say on how you will live and run your life (on a national scale) that is very empowering.
So we all voted.
And it seems that Australian's voted with their eyes closed.
With every fibre in my body, do I regret to inform you, that my new Prime Minister, the man who will be running my country, is this man...
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| thank you to the Herald Sun. www.heraldsun.com.au |
It's only been a few hours since it was announced and already people are getting ready for the cyclone that is The Liberal Party.
If you can't tell, I'm a tad disappointed with this new government.
Personally I'm worried about my education - University cuts are soon to ensue,
and with the Canberra economy predicted to reach a recession, I'm worried for my job as well.
It is predicted that 12,000 public servant jobs will be scratched - both my parents, plus other family members work in the public service.
Liberal announced cuts on age care - something either of my grandparents will be able to handle.
And there's more to come.
Holy crap, I'm actually scared.
What worries me most though, is when Abbott goes overseas and talks with other world leaders.
He has the political grace of a elephant on ice-skates.
Australia is going to look like the dumbest country ever.
Maybe I should move to New Zealand.....
Monday, 2 September 2013
Seeking Shelter at the Hipster Bar
Despite my small town, we have more than a few places that cater for the Hipster crowd.
One of these is known simply as the Hipster Bar - I've mentioned the place in certain posts before.
On Saturday I went there again.
It was 11 O'clock. Waiting for other friends to show up, the Pixie and I decided to go to the Hipster Bar and relax before we meet up with the rest of the group.
The place was crowded. Full of dirty Hipsters. Blah.
And for the first time I actually saw a band there. I have no idea what they were called and all the members were too old to have a crush on...so I paid little attention.
Then we got a text from the rest of the group and we left.
We went to a more mainstream, popular bar where you get groped while you dance and have little room to move. I was ready to dance, but an awkward encounter from an ex-best friend had me running out of that bar like a little five year old.
I needed to go somewhere where that little skank would never be seen dead in.
I sought shelter.
At the Hipster Bar.
For Christ sakes, even the band was still playing!
So there I sat as I watched the band play, with a Hipster Chick with a brunette afro danced with a skinny guy that was hardly male - even now I'm still not sure.
We clapped at the end of each song and eventually the band left.
I sat with The Pixie, who kindly ran after me when I caught my eyes on the ex-best friend skank.
The Bar was warm, cosy, people (no matter how weird they seemed) laughed, talked, no judging or criticising. Guys were only coming onto me at a distance. I liked hanging out there.
Oh Holy Jesus.
I refuse to call this place my hangout. I don't want to be a hipster! I know I'm not - and judging by the outfit tastes of me compared to the fair maidens on Saturday - I don't think they'd call me one either.
it does worry me that when I was upset and drunk in confusion, that's the place I wanted to go.
Is this a Hipster Transformation in progress?
...nah!
One of these is known simply as the Hipster Bar - I've mentioned the place in certain posts before.
On Saturday I went there again.
It was 11 O'clock. Waiting for other friends to show up, the Pixie and I decided to go to the Hipster Bar and relax before we meet up with the rest of the group.
The place was crowded. Full of dirty Hipsters. Blah.
And for the first time I actually saw a band there. I have no idea what they were called and all the members were too old to have a crush on...so I paid little attention.
Then we got a text from the rest of the group and we left.
We went to a more mainstream, popular bar where you get groped while you dance and have little room to move. I was ready to dance, but an awkward encounter from an ex-best friend had me running out of that bar like a little five year old.
I needed to go somewhere where that little skank would never be seen dead in.
I sought shelter.
At the Hipster Bar.
For Christ sakes, even the band was still playing!
So there I sat as I watched the band play, with a Hipster Chick with a brunette afro danced with a skinny guy that was hardly male - even now I'm still not sure.
We clapped at the end of each song and eventually the band left.
I sat with The Pixie, who kindly ran after me when I caught my eyes on the ex-best friend skank.
The Bar was warm, cosy, people (no matter how weird they seemed) laughed, talked, no judging or criticising. Guys were only coming onto me at a distance. I liked hanging out there.
Oh Holy Jesus.
I refuse to call this place my hangout. I don't want to be a hipster! I know I'm not - and judging by the outfit tastes of me compared to the fair maidens on Saturday - I don't think they'd call me one either.
it does worry me that when I was upset and drunk in confusion, that's the place I wanted to go.
Is this a Hipster Transformation in progress?
...nah!
Tuesday, 27 August 2013
My Fantasies are getting Wayyyyy out of Control.
From as young as I can remember (well at least from year 5, anyway) I have lived my love life in fantasy.
Being a nerdy, ugly, shy, funny child and teenager meant that boys didn't exactly come knocking on my door. At all.
So, to make up for my lacking (or non-existent) love life I daydreamed it in my head.
When I was younger, it was of boys from my school. It never left the school yard and usually involved the same guy for a long period of time; I had limited choices.
I got to High School and while my fantasies stayed in the school community, a wider choice of guys meant I could be more fickle with my crushes and my, well...err, "boyfriends".
Then it started to spread into the world of Hollywood - celebrities galore! Hooray! I remember I
had the biggest crush on Max Benitz who played Midshipman Calamy in Russell Crowe's Master and Commander. It literally lasted for years....even thinking about it now......OK Daydreamer, come back to reality girl!
As I grew older my needs became more dire and the same fantasy grew old very quickly.
I had different fantasies all over the place. People I knew, celebrities, people I'd make up, book characters, my "ideal" man, etc.
Then I grew up.
Sort of.
I still fantasise. In fact I do it more than ever.
Instead of outlandish events that would never happen, with guys that are way out of my league/don't know I exist/ too young/old; the guys in my fantasies became more realistic. They became men. Real men that I could have a relationship with.
I started dating myself, had a better idea of what relationships involved and just basically became an adult about these things.
They weren't all the time (because, you know, as a young female it can literally take up ALL of your day) and they were in moderation.
Recently though I'm finding I'm getting more outlandish with my fantasies again. Not good.
A few weeks ago I discovered this small town band - they're from my town actually, and I even know people who are friends with the band members.
One of these said band members is quite the attractive fellow, and these past weeks have found me daydreaming about this guy and how great he is. And more importantly, how great we'd be as a couple.
I haven't even met the guy.
It's starting to get bad.
The band has a YouTube channel, which hasn't been updated in over a year. But they'd find an increase in their video views. My bad.
Don't get me wrong, I love their music but I know I wouldn't be watching it if he wasn't in it.
So it's begun again. Daydreamer's wild, out there fantasies about love have taken over once more.
I think I'll need a guy in one of my Uni classes to sweep me off my feet instead.
That will never happen though.
Not in real life anyway....
Being a nerdy, ugly, shy, funny child and teenager meant that boys didn't exactly come knocking on my door. At all.
So, to make up for my lacking (or non-existent) love life I daydreamed it in my head.
When I was younger, it was of boys from my school. It never left the school yard and usually involved the same guy for a long period of time; I had limited choices.
I got to High School and while my fantasies stayed in the school community, a wider choice of guys meant I could be more fickle with my crushes and my, well...err, "boyfriends".
Then it started to spread into the world of Hollywood - celebrities galore! Hooray! I remember I
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As I grew older my needs became more dire and the same fantasy grew old very quickly.
I had different fantasies all over the place. People I knew, celebrities, people I'd make up, book characters, my "ideal" man, etc.
Then I grew up.
Sort of.
I still fantasise. In fact I do it more than ever.
Instead of outlandish events that would never happen, with guys that are way out of my league/don't know I exist/ too young/old; the guys in my fantasies became more realistic. They became men. Real men that I could have a relationship with.
I started dating myself, had a better idea of what relationships involved and just basically became an adult about these things.
They weren't all the time (because, you know, as a young female it can literally take up ALL of your day) and they were in moderation.
Recently though I'm finding I'm getting more outlandish with my fantasies again. Not good.
A few weeks ago I discovered this small town band - they're from my town actually, and I even know people who are friends with the band members.
One of these said band members is quite the attractive fellow, and these past weeks have found me daydreaming about this guy and how great he is. And more importantly, how great we'd be as a couple.
I haven't even met the guy.
It's starting to get bad.
The band has a YouTube channel, which hasn't been updated in over a year. But they'd find an increase in their video views. My bad.
Don't get me wrong, I love their music but I know I wouldn't be watching it if he wasn't in it.
So it's begun again. Daydreamer's wild, out there fantasies about love have taken over once more.
I think I'll need a guy in one of my Uni classes to sweep me off my feet instead.
That will never happen though.
Not in real life anyway....
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Tuesday, 13 August 2013
Midnight Drives and Responsible Decisions.
Last night I was invited to go for a midnight drive with one of my mates.
Not a 'makin' mayhem' type of drive where the passengers are up to no good - this was a 'need to get out of the house and the situation I'm in drive' where we go to a location and relax; no rough housing at all.
Luckily for me (though I didn't know this at the time) I had Uni in the morning, it was cold and to be honest, I really didn't want to go. So I declined.
I declined despite I knew that there would be a special guest.
So there was my friend (the driver), a mutual friend of ours - and the guest; a man friend of the driver, who (she made clear) was very single.
Despite my cat-like curiosity I stayed home and today messaged her about how it went.
The guest didn't go - after I was going she told him not to bother. OK definitely a set up situation.
I wasn't up to coyness so I asked who he was. She told me.
Now I've never met him personally and there was a reason why:
Not only is he an ex of the setter-upper-er, he's a douche (took her on dangerous car rides (go figure)) and a complete bogan/country arse.
She tried to set me up with him!?
Not only was a receiving her leftovers but she knew what he was like and that we would be TOTALLY wrong for each other in absolutely every way.
I think there's something more going on here - there's no way she though we would actually date or that I would even consider him - it just wouldn't happen.
I'm now starting to doubt her motives.
Like some screwed over, retired spy - urgh. there's something wrong with me.
I always thought being set up by a friend would be exciting, fun and he'd be my perfect match. But this was wrong on so many levels.
I'm super glad I didn't go on last nights drive; I hate to think how I would have taken it at the time (over the computer was bad enough).
She's not one of my favourite friends - she's full of drama and melodramas over everything. She only hangs out with me and a guy friend of ours. Our other friends are smart enough to keep their distance - maybe I should do the same.
Thank God I have Uni to distract me.
Not a 'makin' mayhem' type of drive where the passengers are up to no good - this was a 'need to get out of the house and the situation I'm in drive' where we go to a location and relax; no rough housing at all.
Luckily for me (though I didn't know this at the time) I had Uni in the morning, it was cold and to be honest, I really didn't want to go. So I declined.
I declined despite I knew that there would be a special guest.
So there was my friend (the driver), a mutual friend of ours - and the guest; a man friend of the driver, who (she made clear) was very single.
Despite my cat-like curiosity I stayed home and today messaged her about how it went.
The guest didn't go - after I was going she told him not to bother. OK definitely a set up situation.
I wasn't up to coyness so I asked who he was. She told me.
Now I've never met him personally and there was a reason why:
Not only is he an ex of the setter-upper-er, he's a douche (took her on dangerous car rides (go figure)) and a complete bogan/country arse.
She tried to set me up with him!?
Not only was a receiving her leftovers but she knew what he was like and that we would be TOTALLY wrong for each other in absolutely every way.
I think there's something more going on here - there's no way she though we would actually date or that I would even consider him - it just wouldn't happen.
I'm now starting to doubt her motives.
Like some screwed over, retired spy - urgh. there's something wrong with me.
I always thought being set up by a friend would be exciting, fun and he'd be my perfect match. But this was wrong on so many levels.
I'm super glad I didn't go on last nights drive; I hate to think how I would have taken it at the time (over the computer was bad enough).
She's not one of my favourite friends - she's full of drama and melodramas over everything. She only hangs out with me and a guy friend of ours. Our other friends are smart enough to keep their distance - maybe I should do the same.
Thank God I have Uni to distract me.
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