Archive for April, 2010

I’ve been going to post all week and haven’t.  Finally I am , simply because my teacher unlike myself couldn’t be bothered coming today.  Lucky I was on time today.  Lucky I got here at 9am for my first class, which was as usual a total waste of time.

Thursday and Friday mornings consist of A subject called Contemporary Australian Society.  A subject that very much wastes a lot of my valuable time.  For this subject we sit in the library and work on our assignments.  I don’t know about you, but I can not work seriously when there are a thousand people traipsing around in front of me.  It is very distracting.

So after C.A.S ended my next scheduled class Human Rights which is supposed to start at 11am and finish at 1pm – has no teacher.  So another two hours wasted by waiting around.

When it reaches 1pm – I’m supposed to have lunch for half an hour.  Then from 1.30pm-3.30pm I sit around and wait until 3.30pm for my computing class to start.

Today is a waste of time.  Friday I hate you.

I especially hate you when I worked hard on an essay for Human Rights today, only to find the teacher not here.

I hate you when I can only use the TAFE computers and every single web page of interest is BLOCKED.  I can not access anything.

Home and Finn-Cat makes me happy.  Also helps that I got noodle box for dinner.

Ok, so now that I am home and over my hate filled day.  I have just realised today is the last day of April.  I’m going to do a little wrap up every month I’ve the books I’ve read from now on.  This month was not very good for reading, mainly because of the hospital thing and the being epically lazy thing.

Books read in April : 3
Authors Read : 3
The Time Travellers Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
Paper Towns – John Green
The Guernsey Literary Potato Peel Society – Mary Ann Shaffer
Number of Pages : 1166
Tears : Quite a few, definitely more than 9

Now for some Connections. (What a Pun!)

I am a little bit addicted right now to Dailybooth, you can follow me there if you like @RadioDarkness.  You might as well stalk me on Twitter if your that keen, which I doubt anyone is.  Here is a link anyway @RadioDarkness

Seven Awesome Things About This Week (excluding today)

1. I finished reading The Time Traveller’s Wife and I cried.

2. I then decided to watch the movie, I loathed Eric Bana’s accent in the beginning.  Then I forgot about it.  Then I cried again.

3. I did my Human Rights speech, it wasn’t amazing.  But at least I don’t have to do it again.

4. My friend from work had her baby.  Her and her fiancé named their little girl Maisie.

5. My new green cardigan.

6. Next week the new Sookie Stackhouse book ‘Death in The Family’ will be released.  It’s getting closer and closer until Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green arrives.  Yay, excitement for reading!

7. I got  a purple Hole Punch.  It is freakin’ awesome!

Well this doesn’t seem to be going anywhere else right now.

I’ll leave it here, and get back to it another day.

DFTBA peoples!


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I have been a busy little rabbit this month.  In between assignments for TAFE and going to work, I have managed to squeeze in a smidgen of woolly goodness.

I have been fantasising deeply about one day having a little online Made It store or a little Etsy store of my very own – to sell scarves and other bits of woolly goodness. 

So I have been knitting away making these fabulous looking scarves, hoping to create a stockpile for selling.  Problem is, I fall in love with the awesome colours and the feel of them and want to keep them for my selfish little self.

Maybe I will have to make two of each of the ones I have particular crushes on.  For example the one located in the fourth picture down on the left hand side of the mosaic.  It is totally fabulous – I want to get married in a blizzard wearing it that is how much I love it.

I’ve also been learning some new granny squares from this fabulous book.

Seven Awesome Things – This Week

1. I didn’t have to to my speech on a contemporary Australian Human Rights issue this week.  However, I have to go first on Tuesday.  I am completely unprepared.

2. I think yesterdays blog post was pretty awesome.  I also created a forum at Nerdfighters to see what other people had to say about it.  Thank you Frankie for the awesome questions.

3. I made the most delicious roast chicken on Wednesday night.  The recipe can be found in Jamie Oliver’s cook book – The Ministry of Food.  While it was cooking the house smelled amazingly edible.

4. I watched one of my all time favourite movies – Dirty Dancing.  I completely  and thoroughly enjoyed myself.

5. My cat Finn and I took a lovely nap on the couch together after working our little butts off doing the laundry and weeding the garden.

6. I’m still reading The Time Traveller’s Wife (slowly, because I’ve got to squeeze study and homework in somewhere), I think I am a little bit in love with Henry.

7. I got a package in the mail from my awesome friend.  It has Star Wars Pez.  I promptly wrote her a reply on cute stationery and skipped like a doofus to the post box and sent it on it’s happy little way.  Mail is fun.  More fun than e-mails.

TTFN – (Ta Ta For Now)

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So I finally got my Frankie magazine and after perusing through I get to an article titled ‘What’s it all about?’ An article where five creative people answer the BIG questions; life, the universe and all that other meaningful stuff we meditate on.

So I thought I’d give answering the questions a shot.

What is the meaning of life? One dictionary says; the general or universal condition of human existence another says; the condition that distinguishes organisms from inorganic objects and dead organisms, being manifested by growth through metabolism, reproduction, and the power of adaptation to environment through changes originating internally.

But I think it’s simpler than that, I think the meaning of life is to live.  Everything else is irrelevant, what we should be asking is: what does it mean to live?

Is there a life after death? It sure is nice thinking of death as the next adventure isn’t it?  My Dad’s brother died before I was born, and he used to point to a star and say that it was my Uncle watching over us all.  I liked that.  I used to talk to it when I was lonely or sad.  I think we live on in the memories and hearts of those we leave behind.  It would certainly be nice to be streams of consciousness floating around in space forever though, wouldn’t it?

What do you see when you look up into the night sky? I see everything and nothing.  I see my own insignificance and it’s very humbling.  I feel overwhelmed, ready to burst.  I see the past.  I see endless possibilities.  I feel bound and unbound.  Everything.

What amazes you about the world? That we all get so wrapped up in ourselves that we completely overlook the things that are real.  We are all the same yet we manage to find differences in each other to hate.  Fanatics, I just can not comprehend your belief.  David Attenborough documentaries.  Love.  The human experience. 

What does beauty mean? All that is real.

What does truth mean?  Something that everybody wants, but nobody has. Personal truth, forgetting what you’ve been told.   Something universal, we are all here.  Finding your own reality.

What does happiness mean?  Appreciating the simple fact that you exist. 

What are we here for?  I’ve got nothing for this one, does anyone really know this one?

What are you here for?  At the moment it would seem to cater to my cat’s every whim.  I am here because my parents did that unspeakable thing so many years ago. I don’t really care to spend my existence thinking of what purpose they could possibly have imagined for me to have when the unspeakable act was committed.  But, undoubtedly I will question my purpose for the remainder of my existence.  When that purpose is found, I assure you I will shout it from the rooftops with glee.

What is the most important stuff in your life? The sharing of information and ideas via books, film, art and music.  Caffeine.  Flowers and plants – growing things.  New life.  Andrew.  Finn.  Family.  Grass.  Being able to learn knew things.  Being able to share my experience.

Five words to sum up your values:  Humble Space Cadet Escapist Lover.

If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?  That nobody had to suffer at the hands of another because of intolerance of different cultures and beliefs.

What kind of things do you try to prioritise?  I’m not very good at prioritising.  My boyfriend would tell you if you asked him.  I tend to focus on things completely irrelevant, for example right now I should be working on a 1500 word ‘academic’ review of Apocalypse Now for TAFE but this blog to me is clearly more important.

If you were gone tomorrow, what would you leave unfinished?  All the crochet projects I have started.  My assignments (eww that review).  My life.  Finding my purpose.  Ha ha, Megan Washington in Frankie says her Pokédex – Me Too!!!  Especially now that they are release the next generation of Pokémon soon.  My garden, it’s an absolute mess.  I am finding it hard to beat the Tradescantia.  I wouldn’t be finished my continuously growing reading list.  I would be lost and never know how the Time Traveller’s Wife ends.  I need to stop writing down what I haven’t finished – this is becoming and overwhelming list of incompletion.

Maybe you could try answering these questions too and post them on your blog.  I can tell you this task was not easy.

TTFN (Ta Ta For Now)

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I find myself a little disheartened.  My favourite piece of graffiti is gone.

I shall tell you of this piece of loveliness that made my mornings special.  Every morning after getting off the bus at the university, I trek across the highway overpass – a pedestrian bridge.  On the bridge there was a lovely little stencil graffiti of John Lennon and the quote Let It Be.

So on my pathway to ‘higher learning’ it was nice and inspiring to walk across the bridge and ‘Let It Be’ every morning.  I’m disappointed with the people who re-surfaced the bridge.  You have successfully killed a little piece of my mornings.

Easter was eventful.

On Good Friday (we will call it Hell Friday from now on), I went to hospital with an aching guts at around 11.30pm.  I sat in the emergency ward until 4am – then finally I got to see a doctor, by this stage the ache in my guts had turned to vomit inducing pain.  A pain that would make Satan cry.

Not long after speaking with the doctor and vomiting profusely into a little bag whilst sitting on the bed – I ended up having all kinds of things stuck into me.  By far the greatest thing stuck into me was the morphine.  It did not make the pain stop, but it sure as hell took the edge off enough so I could sleep.

By 8am there was talk of surgery.  Here I was out of my head, thinking I’d just get a tablet to make the pain stop and be on m way home.  Man was I epicly wrong.

Just after what would have been lunch time, I was anaesthetised and had my Appendix removed from my aching pain filled guts.

After this surgery the next 3-4 days are a bit of a haze, as the hospital people had me hooked up to some amazing intravenous morphine dispensing machine.

I was released from the hospital at about 2pm on the Tuesday following the Easter long weekend.  For the time between then and now, I have been a huge aching, bruised, lounging, lolling lizard.

All the plans I made for the two week student vacation have been unfortunately thrown out the proverbial window.  I did get to finish reading Paper Towns by John Green, which was awesome.  Not as awesome as his previous book Looking For Alaska though.

I also got to read The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society.  I didn’t think I would like that book at all, as it totally isn’t something I’d usually consider.  I absolutely adored it, I’m glad I picked it up and read it.  It really is as good as everyone says.  The only major fault I can find is that the American author used the spelling Lieutenant instead of Leftenant which I think ruined the authenticity of it being set in England.  But that is just being persnickety.

I have also been working on some new granny squares during my recovery.
This one I learned from a book called 200 Crochet Blocks for Blankets Throws and Afghans by Jan Eaton.

We’ll end with my man crush of the moment.  Takeshi Kaneshiro, from The House Of Flying Daggers.

Sayonara people.

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