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Who knows how to entertain “Do you have a handkerchief or a tissue?”
“Err, no. Why?”
“This part is soo sad, I can’t stop crying”
“So that’s why my sleeve feels all soggy. Hey, get your head off my shoulder!”
"I was wondering how long it would take you to notice" Hee.
I saw ‘Riding in Cars with Boys’ last night at the Who OpenAir Cinema. The movie was pretty good, and Adam Garcia definitely provided lovely eye candy throughout the movie.
Rawrrrrr.
Sydney Harbour would have to be the best location to have the OpenAir Cinema- the Opera House, Harbour Bridge and North Sydney shoreline in the background and the 3 storey high screen resting on the water made for a perfect postcard moment. I doubt any other location would have such beautiful views.
The atmosphere was nice too, classy yet laid back, with the bar and restaurant proving quiet popular for some people. Although why do prices of everything seem to double at events like this?
It doesn’t surprise me that nearly all the other nights left have sold out, can’t wait to go again with the free tickets we scored.
Brilliance, thy name is Bevan
Woo-Ha!
*bows down in the greatness that is Michael Bevan*
Ah yes, my faith in the Australian cricket team has been restored.
I hold Annika responsible for making me a cricket fan, she was obsessed when we were in 8th and converted us all to be avid followers. Hell, my school friends gave me a giant white teddy bear for my 16th birthday and Annika made me name it Bev, after Michael Bevan and Beverly Waugh (mother of the Waugh twins), hee.
Rain, rain go away
I will kick someone's ass if it rains tonight. Having a picnic in the pouring rain just doesn't seem like an appealing thing to do.
Car parks are scary stuff
We got lost in Westfield Paramatta’s car park this afternoon, a situation that could have been avoided had we taken note of which level we had parked the car in before we headed into the mall to go shopping. “Dude, why didn’t you check to see what level you parked on?”
“I would have if the hyper girl I was with didn’t distract me”
“So it’s my fault now is it?”
“Yes. It. Is. And aren’t chicks supposed to remember stuff like that?” Pfft.
All I remembered is that we parked next to an elevator that went through Grace Brothers. Only problem was that there were shitloads of such elevators that gave access from the parking to the stores…and it didn’t help that Westfield Paramatta is the largest shopping centre in the Southern Hemisphere.
After walking around for nearly 20 minutes we found his beloved silver car on the pink level.
Next time I’m going to suggest we take the train.
Time to par-taayyyy
For my 21st I’m having a dinner party at a restaurant in Cronulla, which is graciously being paid for by my parents and my grandparents. I’ve started to make a guest list for it, but it’s much harder than I thought it would be.
I went to two different high schools- one for 7th to 10th and another for 11th and 12th. I also have my friends from dancing, my uni friends and my work friends, plus mum and dad want me to invite family friends along too.
Initial list: 124 people.
Which was cut to 103
Which was cut to 89
Which was cut to 79
Which was, finally, cut to 65
40 of my friends, 25 family and family friends- including myself and my parents.
I didn’t realise that I knew that many people. In order to cut the list down I had to think about who I considered close friends, who are friends and those who were are just acquaintances.
Now I have my list I need to think about what my invitations are going to be like. Most of the invites I’ve gotten for the other 21st parties I’ve been to have been so creative, people have had jigsaw puzzles, pretend newspapers, bookmarks and the one that takes the cake is the invitation that was on a CD. That rocked my socks.
People are expecting something like that from me since I always manage to come up with weird ass and creative stuff for us to do with our presentations and assignments.
I think I want to have little laminated cards, kinda the size of our student ID’s or credit cards, so that it’s a nifty size for people to shove in their wallets or diaries.
Eh, I can’t think of anything else that someone hasn’t done before.
Check it out, hee ;)
"Excuse me, I work for (trashy women's magazine name omitted). We’re doing a special section in an upcoming issue and I was wondering if I could grab both of you for a few minutes to answer a couple of questions. I promise it won’t take too much of your time".
We were in Hyde Park on Friday afternoon, when a lady and a guy holding a camera approached us. Having nothing else to do, and the lure of the complimentary gift at the end, we agreed. Perhaps I should have asked what exactly we were going to be talking about before saying ‘yes’.
"So, how long have the both of you been dating?"
"Excuse me?"
"You and your boyfriend, how long have you guys been together?"
"Uh, we’re…" NOT dating is what I wanted to say, but I got cut off by him putting his arm around my waist and saying,
"Eleven months on the 28th of January, isn’t that right Riss?"
I turned my head and was about to say, "Are you on crack? What the hell are you doing?", but when I saw the look on his face, and seeing where this was going, I couldn’t help but decide to play along and mess with the chick who was interviewing us.
"Yep, eleven months on Monday."
She asked about how we met, what attracted us to the other person, what we do when we go out, yadda yadda yadda. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be to fool her because we just talked about stuff we had done/do as friends and put it in a ‘couple’ context.
Although I found it hard not to crack up laughing when she moved onto the sex questions. The whole how often;
"About four times a week"
"Yeah, in your dreams"
where;
"Wherever is handy"
and especially what positions;
"The bonuses of dating a dancer, you’d be surprised at the things she can do with her flexibility"
"I knew you were only using me for something"
"The occasional strip tease doesn’t hurt either babe",
and other questions of similar nature nearly made me pee my pants, but she was lapping it all up. The photographer that was hanging around seemed to get more interested in the conversation as we talked more about our apparent sex life.
When we finished with the questions, we had to get our picture taken. There were a couple of me being piggy backed and carried, and a few ones of us just looking at each other and smiling.
I wonder if we’ll actually make it to the magazine, since she said they were going to be talking to at least 30 couples. I won't be losing sleep if we're not in it, but it would be a classic the things we said made it to print. We scored free tickets to the Who Open Air cinema for Valentine’s Day just for talking to her. Woo, way to scam free stuff.
My mum and I are talking now, much to my dad's delight because he couldn't stand the silence much longer. Still, I'm not totally over it yet. I hate the fact that she's been through all my stuff without my permission and then lied about it when I asked her.
It's not the first time she's done it either, but something snapped in me and I decided to confront her about it. I guess I was sick of continually coming home to find my room looking different to how I left it in the morning.
I leave in the morning with my pj's hanging over my computer chair, I come back home and I see them folded nicely on my bed. I leave notes or books scattered on my desk, and later they've magically been stacked up in neat piles, leaving my desk completely bear. Clothes are strewn on the blue inflatable chair near my wardrobe when I decide what I want to wear, but when I come home they're either folded neatly on it, hanging up on coat hanger or back in my drawers.
Hell, she's probably found, and read, the diary I keep in one of my shoeboxes.
It's like an invasion of my personal space. Hopefully she'll have more respect for my privacy now.
That was then, this is now
We went out for dinner on Friday night for her birthday, and the food took forever to come. I ended up drinking four glasses of wine before the main meal was served. Not and good thing to do on an empty stomach, and out with my parents and family friends.
I wasn't much of a wine drinker before, but over these holidays I've just been drinking wine whenever we go out to dinner or at 21st birthday parties. I guess the sudden increase in our consumption of wine is because wine at parties and stuff is always free, so why bother buying spirits when you can get free alcohol?
We're all becoming tight asses with our money though, especially since our trip at the end of the year is going through (YAY!!) and we calculated we each need about $AUD8000 saved to cover the cost of airfares, accomodation, tours, shopping and such. Damn the Australian dollar for being so crappy compared to other currencies. Grrrr.
Same But Different was incredible. I was transfixed watching them dance, all the dancers were just awesome. At one stage I couldn't take my eyes off this one dancer. She was stickly thin, yet she was being pushed around and thrown every which way- I was amazed that she didn't snap in half or at least break her arm. But I've come to the conclusion that male dancers have the sexiest bodies ever, and it should be mandatory that they dance shirtless all the time. Phwoar.
Sun = Evil
The weather has been great these last couple of days, and I have a variety of tan lines from the different clothes I've been wearing when I've been outside to prove it.
The other day I was wearing a cap sleeve shirt, so my arms are brown but towards my shoulders my skin is lighter. Yesterday I was wearing a top that looked like a tube top but had thin shoe string straps and I got sunburnt- so I have this very distinct mark of the pink skin that was exposed to the sun and to my normal colouring that was covered by the top.
My friends were highly amused when they saw the different shades of my skin when we went down to the beach today, they weren't laughing afterwards though when they all got sunburnt and started peeling. Ha, serves them right for laughing at me. However I now have a mark from my bikini top, and that combined with my other tan marks makes weird ass patterns on my skin. I think I need to get myself some stronger sunscreen, or as the guys suggested that us girls go and sunbake topless to help 'even things out'. Pfft.
I have a habit of dancing around in my room while I'm getting ready to go out. Yes, a very dorky thing to do, but it totally psych's you up for a good night out. Hee.
This is an awesome CD to listen to before going out, but I think I may blow my speakers if I put it up any louder.
*shakes boo-tay*
Still not talking to my mum. I wonder how long this wall of silence will last for. It's her birthday tomorrow, and I was considering being a bitch and not getting her anything, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I may have said all those spiteful things to her, but completely ignoring the fact that it's her birthday is just too cruel of a thing for me to do.
I think I'll just put the necklace that I bought her in the bag she takes to work without telling her, and so when she gets to work in the morning she'll find it all wrapped up. Hopefully it will make her feel guilty. Blah.
The Sydney Festival has started, and I'm seeing Same But Different, performed by Kate Champion's new dance company Force Majeure, at the Opera House tonight. Yay. It sounds like it'll be an interesting show, and I'll probably leave all inspired as usual. Whenever I watch the ballet or dance performances like that, I always seem to get all excited about going to my next dance class and attempting to do the same moves they did on stage...I usually just end up falling over or tangled on the floor because it's too complicated.
"Why do you have to be so fucking nosey?"
"Why are you such a selfish and ungrateful little bitch?"
For the last hour my mum and I have been screaming at each other and now we've moved onto the silent treatment stage. We rarely ever argue, but when we do, the shit hits the fan to the 10th degree. I'm pretty sure my dad and the neighbours are thankful the yelling, and throwing random objects, has stopped.
Just when I thought things were going peachy, something like this had to go and scew up my wonderful week.
I need some fresh air.
'Using your website to pimp for gifts was genius'
Heh.
Thank you for sending me the Jimmy Eat World CD from my Wishlist!!! It came in the mail today :)
*smooch*
It's Sarah's 21st birthday party this Friday night, I've been friends with her since I was 4 years old. We went to school together, all the way from Kindergarten to 10th, only going our separate ways when I changed schools for 11th and 12th. It's amazing that after all this time we're still friends.
One memory that sticks out in my mind is how whenever her mum used to make pumpkin cake (which sounds disgusting, but tastes so, soooo good), Sarah used to bring a slice to school for me without fail. A best bud, and free cake, what more could a little kid ask for? I wonder if her mum still makes it...damn, now I'm having cravings.
The theme of her party is 'Underwater and Outerspace', but if you get stuck for ideas you have to wear silver and/or blue. Mermaids, pirates, starfish, aliens, planets...ack, I have no idea of what to go as.
I asked some of my friends at work, and the only thing that came of that was the conclusion that we're all a rather twisted and sick bunch of people...I'm not even going to mention half the morbid ideas they came up with, but the most tasteful suggestion from them was to paint my face blue, do something freaky with my eyes and go as someone who drowned, heh.
Ideas?
Amelie is a truly wonderful film, I adored it to bits. It shines in the 'feel-good' movie department because it doesn't use trite scenarios and phrases to give you warm fuzzies, nor does it resort to using corny dialogue, dirty jokes or embarrassing sexual mishaps to make you crack up laughing. It is just such a charming film, with enough wit and snideness to save it from being cheesy.
The actress who plays Amelie, Audrey Tantou, reminds me so much of Audrey Hepburn. She has the same beautiful eyes and perfect face...*coughbitchcough*
I love hearing people speak French, so I had to make an extra effort during the movie to actually concentrate on what was happening, rather than just sit back and get absorbed in the language. I also want to see The Closet, another French film that looks just as good, if not funnier.
Note to self: Never watch a movie with mother and mother's friend, both of whom have their hearts set on setting you up with mother's friend son, son who happens to be long lost childhood friend that you used to be joined at the hip to, who coincidentally happens to be present at said movie outing...If found in similar situation again, remove all sharp objects that may be used to poke eyes out.
HOT
1. Long lost childhood friends: I don't remember him being that sweet, charming or cute. My jaw nearly fell off when he walked into the room and I couldn't wipe the goofy grin off my face...a very interesting reunion indeed ;)
2. Legolas and Aragon: I'm going to have to see Lord of the Rings again just so I can drool over both of them, hee. I have the sudden urge to learn archery now...I wonder if I'll be able to get my hands on a VCD of it sometime soon.
3. Wedding Anniversaries: It's my parents 22nd Wedding Anniversay today, but they've really been together for 30 years since they dated for 8 years before they tied the knot. Holy shit, that's a long time...but it's also a beautiful thing that two people have a love and commitment so strong. Awww. I wonder if I'll ever find that kind of special that lasts a lifetime...
4. Gilmore Girls: Can this show get any better? I think not. It's the saving grace during this crappy summer-non-ratings period...it and Buffy repeats of course. I adore Lorelai, I want her to be my new mommy.
NOT
1. Annoying ass customers: School holidays seems to make them even ruder and more stupid than ever before.
2. Vanilla Sky: Worst. Movie. Ever...Even Tom Cruise couldn't save the movie from being a complete waste of my money.
3. Lex: Why is he still there? I'm not even a huge Survivor fan, yet I've joined the ranks in wishing he would get booted off. He irks me to no end.
4. My webcam: It hasn't worked since Christmas day, I think I may have done something to it when I accidentally threw it against my wall.
Every New Year I always whip out my Rent CD and listen to this song...yes, I'm a dork, but I adore this song. It's one of my favourite songs from the musical, and it never fails to give me warm fuzzies. Seasons of Love
- from the musical Rent
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
how do you measure- measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets,
in midnights, in cups of coffee,
in inches, in miles,
in laughter, in strife?
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
how do you measure a year in the life? How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love.
Seasons of love,
seasons of love. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
how do you measure the life of a woman or man? In truths that she learned
or in times that he cried?
In bridges he burned
or the way that she died? It's time now, to sing out
though the story never ends.
Let's celebrate,
remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love.
Remember the love.
Remember the love.
Measure in love. Measure, measure your life in love.
Seasons of love,
seasons of love... Here's to 2002 :)
Lately: "So ends another year in the life of Larissa..."
(Read complete journal entry)
The Amazing Race is over.
*sobs*
That show was absolutely brilliant- definitely more interesting to watch than all those other reality TV shows out there. At least the contestants weren't stuck in the same place for the entire game, visiting all those cities not only provided them with a change of scenery, but also provided us with new eye candy every week. Imagine being a contestant- that would be the ultimate adventure.
After watching the show, all I want to do now is travel. There are so many places I want to visit and explore. I really hope that our plans of jetting off on an overseas trip after we finish Uni actually goes through. The university year finishes in November, but our graduation ceremony isn't until May, the logic in having such a large gap from when we finish, to when we actually officially leave is beyond me.
I don't know which one would be better- for us to travel straight away, and leave in December, or to wait until after graduation and leave sometime in May. Both options have their advantages. If we leave in December and head to the Northern Hemipshere we'll get our white Chtistmas (YAY!), also it will be winter in Europe and we'd get to do all cool winter stuff like skiing, snowboarding etc. But if we leave in May airfares won't be as expensive, we'd have that 6 months extra to work and save more money in which to spend, and it would be warmer weather so we'd get to see what summer is like away from home.
My head hurts, too many things to think about for something that isn't even definite.
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