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To Top Adam is a feat

2006-11-18T22:39:00.000+10:30

I bet you didn't know that the International Court of Justice is a total crock of shit! Or perhaps you did. I now do. That's the important thing. Considering my IL exam is on Monday. However, I remain, royally screwed. My printer "toner" light is flashing. Thank god I've printed pretty much all my notes!

Meanwhile I watched that HORRENDOUS High School Musical Sing Along on Channel 7 (Yeah, yeah, obviously my own fault that I'm screwed!). It topped Adam Sandler. Whoa! They couldn't sing, they danced like mentals, and the guy's hair was straightened to within an inch of his life - not to mention his EXTREMELY black eyebrows...Like Sandy from the OC, but less appropriate on a pre-pubescent teen!

I'm traumatised! TRAU-MA-TISED. Though when the alternative is (a) International Law, or (b) Labour Law...trauma seems quite a good option. I prefer heart-wrenching pain, Clockwork Orange style glued-to-the-screen action, to the dull thud of boredom. Though I'm quite glad my eyes weren't actually taped open.

Speaking of dull and thudding...What is this post? Pooogooogachoo!

Wompmania x

2006-11-11T23:41:00.000+10:30

I hate Adam Sandler! How is acting mentally deficient in any way funny? Rhetorical question.

Speaking from the perspective of someone who may very well actually BE mentally deficient, I find it insulting. I also find it insulting that "network ten" would put TWO of his movies on in a row, for about the 7 millionth time.

I like Starburst lollipops...Though I may grow to hate them if I have to get fillings after this exam period!

I hate U2 for scheduling their concert the night before my morning exam.

I like Jack's Castle 1) for being much cheaper than U2 and 2) for having their gig on a "nothing" night. Check them out at www.myspace.com/jackscastletheband

I'm going. I'm GRUMPY.

WOWWOOWWWWWOOMP

:(

Sunny Disposition & The Dreaded Two Three

2006-09-02T08:58:00.000+09:30

Sunny sun sun
So it's my last day at HS and I have a red wine hang over. I don't think drinking a cocktail of skinny mocha and lemonade is helping! Hehe. I bought work people a present (red chocolates, very appropriate). The lady who loves me has given me some French soap (also red). A very nice thought, and I hope not a comment on the fact I smell. I usually don't have a shower (unless I'm totally stinky and can smell myself) before going to work. I know, I know, how disgusting. But I'll have a shower before going out on a Sat night anyway. And at 7:30am it's sleep, or shower, and there's just no competition. Plus I actually HOPE to repel people. And D Burt said I smelt nice last night, so I figure that probably hasn't worn off! She also wrote in my card:

"Thank you for all your help and support over the last 2 years, your sunny personality and willingness to go the extra mile has been really appreciated. Good luck, may happiness and success be yours..."

Hhahahaahahahaahahaahaaaaaaaaaaaa....

Sorry, it's lovely. But I'm FAR from sunny most Saturday mornings. And unless the "extra mile" refers to my ability to multi-task whilst talking to my friends on the phone...Ah well, it's still affirming, and if the last week has taught me anything it's that I need to take what I can get! Haha.

Birthday
Even though it seems ages ago now, my birthday was lots of fun and I should acknowledge! Cool venue and presents which I definitely wasn't expecting. Not to mention the excellent people who came! Lovely lovely friends! No weird "sunny personality" cards either. Haha. 23 is super depressing age to be though. It's just UGLY. Any age with a 3 in it, for some reason gives me the heebie jeebies! Bit of a worry for my 30s...

Ohh....I feel yukky! I wasn't even very drunk either. Bloody Gen wine, I blame it, I'm making the call. You know it.

Anyway I can't be bothered going on and on. So unlike me! Haha.

Womp xo

Goodbye to Work, Arts Ball & A Hole in My Bucket/Radiator

2006-08-26T11:40:00.000+09:30

Goodbye and GOOD BLOODY RIDDANCE
Ugh! I'm in a HORRENDOUS mood at work today. Stupid rental lady didn't show up until 10:00. She had an open for inspection at 9:30, and WHO fields the disgruntled calls from prospective tenants? Not her, that's for sure!! Then my least favourite Sales Consultant keeps getting me to do SHITTY JOBS for her. These are NOT part of my duties. And I had to deal with her annoyingly anal clients who were signing a new contract note (not supposed to be me supervising that!) PLUS she was late for her open and the director called ME (again!) and said he was, and I quote, "fucking pissed off!"

HENCE I AM VERY GLAD TO REPORT THAT I ONLY HAVE ONE MORE WEEK HERE. They have found someone to fill my shitty position and I can concentrate on the blissful environs of my new job. However, Mezerae and Lebanese Princess, this new job actually requires me to work - ie no time for blogging - so you won't be surprised at my lack of response to requests for Arts Ball updates until now.

Arts Ball
It was a pretty fun night! My costume was, as previously noted, craptastic. And wouldn't you know I didn't lose any part of it, as I'm sure I would have with a hired costume! Some people thought I was a fairy. News FLASH - fairies do NOT wear eyeliner all the way across, or carry BROOMS (my creation was mistaken as a crazy wand) and pointy hats! Humph.

There's a Hole...
Adding to my BAD MOOD this morning was that I got to work and my car had just a smidgen of STEAM COMING OUT OF THE BONNET! Called the RACV, and some IDIOT had listed my car's number-plate, but my parents model under our total care policy (ie as many free call outs as you want, very much needed for poor little FAF!). SO, after being on hold for 20 mins I then had to hang up and get my Mum to call them back and rectify it because it's in her name! GRRRRR...Anyway, now FAF's off to Richmond to car hospital. Luckily my parents are flying to Queensland for the week on Sunday so I can have their car. One bit of good luck!

Womp MANIA x

PS Am I a bad daughter for not wanting to drive my parents to the airport at 4:30am on my birthday? Neither of my siblings will do it either - James has a 21st and Emily has Daff Day Ball the night before. I've got a 50th and am going to see a band, so not quite as concrete engagements. But 4:30!!!! Ugh.

Return of the Manic One

2006-08-12T08:43:00.000+09:30

Return to the Rant
Ah...It's been a long while. And I nearly gave up on the whole blog thang. But I'm BA-AAAACK!

Work will do strange things to you. Besides I need to get my ranting out here, because my friends and I are also starting a joint blog (nerdiness taking OVER in a massive way!!!!) and I don't want to look like a total crazy in comparison with them. Plus I like my clockwork-orange style blog, with no photos, questionable grammar, huge leaps in logic etc. It is dear to me in ways unexplainable. Haha!

I've been in the US for a month, so that's also an excuse for about a 2 month absence. You do the math... If I had any technical expertise I would download the map on Scott and Stephano's blogs and fill in a big red splotch on the world. But I'm too lazy, so just imagine that I'm lady conqueror, coloniser, that I stampede on the culture of others with my camera and loud, inane comments...Oh wait, that was the AMERICANS...hehehe. Nah, loved it. New aim: find job in NYC that pays a LOT, so I can fulfil dream of living there and going even more crazy than I did with my shopping!

I Am My Own Wife
Must have a little rave about I Am My Own Wife - MTC production. It is the best play by far, hands down, the whole bit, in two years of MTC subscribership! The set is awesome, and the lighting enhances it no end. But the GUY (actor whatever) is A-M-A-ZING! One man shows are usually great at MTC, because what dud actor would even attempt something like that? But this man is just phenomenal. No need for costume changes or pantomime like movement, his voice and tone makes the whole thing seamless. Ahhh.... I'm going again.

Looking forward to:
Little Birdy. The Lebanese Princess finds them a bit irritating. But at least does not despise them. She's not coming :(. But I've been looking forward to their new album with GLEE.

Arts Ball. I have manufactured my own "evil" costume. It is crap-tastic (isn't that a great word, sure I didn't coin it and I don't know who did, but I'm definitely going to be using it in a big way). Particularly proud of my broom, which is actually the size of a feather duster...I'm going as a witch, did I forget to mention? Issues with attaching hat (made from kid's party hats with black napkins stuck over the top and a crooked green rim attached) because I had to take the elastic off when making it witch-esque and not sure I want to put it back on. Bobby pins? Not sure. But hair is going to be MENTAL - teased to the max, possibly sprinkled with twigs or green spray. Ahhh...loving it! Also loving Porge for hosting before drinks in a very convenient location!

Better go now, life is not hectic at HS, but I'm getting close to the end of The Mill on the Floss, which I started on camping trip in US and seems to be taking an inordinately long time to read because I haven't had a good session lately.

Womp xx

The dreaded P word

2006-06-03T08:42:00.000+09:30

It involves a whole lot of doing NOTHING! Hehehe. You may wonder why I haven't been delighting you with my pearls during this SWOT Vac? Well...that would make me feel guilty. Whereas reading novels, that's "brain work", if unrelated to Trade Marks, Media Law or Equity...

Plus I've been a bit sick...very sick! Ugh. I know it's getting really old, but my chest is seriously deficient in the normal functions expected of it...ie rising and falling effortlessly, otherwise known as BREATHING.

My only face-to-face human contact in the last two weeks was doing a practice exam on Thursday with Pants, our other NY comrade, and the beautiful Dora. I'm not sure why Dora gets to be beautiful, and have her own name. There's the inequity of life for you. Hahahaha. It was an Equity practice exam...ok it's not funny (and Kate and Dani are beautiful too!).

Obviously state of lacking excitement means I have very little to blog about. Not really in the mood to rant, unfortunately a poor innocent soul got the brunt of that last night, hearing about my strange encounters with rude/weird people (who do not count as human contact) over the past couple of weeks. Eeep!

Anyway, better go read over Equity notes or SOMETHING. Work is blissfully quiet so I should take advantage.

Womp (ah it's still in me!) xo

Anonymous, anonymous whoever you are...

2006-05-26T12:50:00.000+09:30

Wow Stephano, I love that my ranting ways are spreading across the blogosphere! This anonymous poster is a bit of a goober, but at least they're providing good solid fuel for the ire of the Lebanese Princess! Anyway, all my fans and detractors will be pleased to note I have taken the moderation function off now. So comment away, and I will merrily put your less savoury comments into the rubbish bin (which Stephano has kindly brought to my attention - technology again looking up!)

Do you know, I am feeling ridiculously under-stressed for the dire state my academic affairs are in?! Well you probably did not know, but now I'm telling you. WHERE is the adrenalin rush to get me going?? I NEED it. NOW!!! Eeep!

Ok, better choof off and try to at least plod unproductively, rather than blog prolifically.

Wompmania xo

PS (can you do a PS on a blog?) Bridget Jones' Diary is such a good movie. Watched it during procrastination last night...aahh!

Lior & Other tidbits

2006-05-23T13:04:00.000+09:30

Went to see Lior...AGAIN! Hehehehe. That's 5 times in the last 12 months or so. Eeep! Definitely worth it though. He's just gorgeous (we were right up the front so could see his pretty face!) and his voice has such depth live...aaahhh! He didn't do any cool Hebrew stuff this gig, but he did play a couple of new songs. Unfortunately that included 'Diego & The Village Girl', which I just CAN'T get into or take seriously! Mezerae was sad because he didn't play his new 'Safety in Distance' song (not 100% sure that's the title...). I still have to go to the Triple J website and listen to it. Though I doubt anything from him can top 'Building Ships' for me at the moment. How beautiful! I'm such a mush head when it comes to Lior!!

My BLOODY cough is back AGAIN also. Jeepers! I've hunted out half a course of antibiotics today though, so hopefully it goes away before exams. Fingers crossed! I coughed ALL the time yesterday...doh!

I don't know who posted that comment about Law Ball! But I'm going to find out how to delete it and do so! Though, I did name Donkey K, but that's my own choice, and if he reads it...well...sorry?!! Haha...

Luv to the masses (of about 3...but that's masses isn't it??)

Womp xo

Law Ball 2006

2006-05-21T17:43:00.000+09:30

Well it was the night of nights! Once I finally made it after the craziest hairdresser appointment ever, that is. Chris (my hair maestro) had a hissy fit at his apprentice-cum-receptionist because she hadn't noticed that new men's style magazines came in that day, and when he reprimanded her she answered him back. He actually sent her OUTSIDE!! Like in primary school when you got sent into the corridor for being naughty (it happened to the best of us, admit it!). Consequently my hair appointment took 3 hours instead of the standard 2, and I didn't get to Ben's before drinks :-(.

Once I arrived the ball was stellar. I actually only danced to one song though, I just realised today! And it was that horrendous "man down under" anthem. And Donkey K and Cam started doing their fish thing again and that was THE END.

Not exactly sure what I was doing the rest of the night. The food was quite good and I spent quite some time devouring it. Though I must say the fish, and garlic mash with the main, were not designed for the single and hopeful. I'm sure Crown has a secret deal with Wrigleys or something...

I did have a wardrobe malfunction when Anj snapped my dress strap and I had to wait for about 45 mins for a waitress to bring me a safety pin and save my dignity (and everyone else's sensibilities!). So that was some time taken up...

Gosh! I wasn't even ridiculously inebriated, but time just got away. Special mention to all the beautiful ladies, who were even MORE beautiful on the night: Sarah, Dani, Kate, Rosannah, Jules, Lou, Oyen, Jacqui, Sophie, Vanessa...and the list goes on (I know I've probably forgotten people. Eep!). Also, the "man of our table", Matt Davis, you were the most beautiful of all (and we matched!). An honorary HELLO to Helen, who was there in spirit, probably more than any of us. And thumbs up to the people who actually MADE it to the after party. That's ALL I have to say about the after party at this point. A girl has her secrets! At least on her blog...haha.

Good luck to Melb Uni 3 tonight! I'm going to Lior instead of playing netball (yay! Even for the fifth time it never seems enough!) .

Choogax! xo

Regression

2006-05-13T08:21:00.000+09:30

This is the song that doesn't end

Yes it goes on and on my friend

Some people started singing it

Not knowing what it was

And they'll continue singing it forever just because

(Repeat x infinity)

Do you KNOW how much I loved Lamb Chops? It's Lamb Chops, play along, come along and sing along...

And RugRats - do do do DOO DOO DOO do do dododo...

That's right folks - Caitlin is regressing.

Traumatised by personal events, essay & exam stress, working for the man, and return of chest complaint Caitlin is returning to the comforts of afternoon TV - age 10 or thereabouts. We were NEVER allowed to watch TV in the morning on school days. Probably not a bad move by Moi considering we were nearly always running late for the bus.

Ok, gotta go photocopy notes & print out BP Green case. Riveting stuff. Truly to die for.

Wimper, cough...collapse...xo

Updates on the Supreme Being of Nothing-Doing

2006-05-10T23:24:00.000+09:30

So nothing to get me up at 6:30am like another bloody clerkship interview! Whew. Last one. Monday is the day of truth (or lies depending on how you view the profession).

We didn't win netball :-(. But we were SO CLOSE, and we could and should have won. I lost us a goal by missing a centre pass from the always spot on Sarah Dynon. Disgrace and self-chagrin. I also got into a fruitless argument with Andy about how many boys can play in a third, but today figured out we were both arguing at totally different points and it was ridiculous! It wasn't really a bad argument or anything, maybe not even an argument, just a little discussion or whatever... oh god! Anyway there's always the match in a fortnight's time.

What else? Essays still dragging along. Boohoo.

Dani got her hair cut like...hahaha, gotcha Mary (I mean Pants...). I'm sure she looks beautiful and very 2006.

I like aeroplane jellleeeeeyyyyy... that just popped into my head. Sorry.

Ok, gotta go, downloading stupid articles from Westlaw, but monster is listening to his lectures online in the next room and I think it's slowing down my download time or something!

Wompy wamp xo

And Then They Could Post

2006-05-07T16:27:00.000+09:30

Tech breakthrough!!
I've made a technological breakthrough! Meaning that now anyone can comment on my blog, without having to be on the blog-network or whatever it is. But beware. I can delete your comments if I think they're offensive or shitty (This means YOU Pantsmania...only kidding hope your cold is banished).

I have made less breakthroughs with my essays unfortunately. Though I have printed a lot of articles from Westlaw which makes me feel very industrious without having to actually be so.

Lots of Woolies
Moi & I bought 9 windcheaters for my brother today. Yes, you heard right, the monster is getting 9 new windcheaters. They were about $20 each. But still, it is a bit extreme (and he doesn't deserve ANYTHING considering what a monster he really is!) One of them is rust/hot pink, and I love it. But I have a feeling he'll take it back. You never know though, he's actually not too much of a fashion moron, as the males of our species go.

Pre-empting Triumph
Melbourne Uni 3 is GOING to make a comeback from the glitch in our performance last week at the State Netball and Hockey Centre. The rest of E Grade doesn't know what it's got coming! Particularly ...just shuffling through my desk to find the draw...Shannanigans...that's it! They're going to get their sport socks knocked OFF.

USA - LOOK OUT!
I have also booked our last night of accommodation in New York! The Chelsea Hostel. Looks classy...in a $45US per night kind of way...Hahaha. Bloggers you heard it first! We are now FULLY booked and almost fully paid up accommodation wide. Assault is very, very near! WWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Cacao (that's Cocoa in some other language, I have a box of it that's about 5 years old and I'm too scared to drink because I think it's off) xo

Rissoles, Essays & Sexy Books

2006-05-05T12:10:00.000+09:30

The cooking pundit lives on - I made rissoles with mushroom sauce last night. Definitely not gourmet! Some of them fell apart (not enough egg I'm guessing) and Moi (mum & cooking advisor) had to rescue the sauce because I forgot to add the flour, but they tasted good enough.

My essays are not progressing very well! I keep sleeping in. To avoid doing them. Hehehe.

Just finished another book 'Where or When' by Anita Shreve. Pretty trashy! It was just on the bookshelf in our storeroom and had a "2 for $20 sticker" on it, so I did know what I was in for. A very American book about finding a long-lost teenage love and stuffing your whole life up over it. Quite predictable and a bit trite, but somehow still couldn't stop reading it until I was finished! It reminded me of how HARD it is to write a convincing sex scene (Anita did not succeed unfortunately). This kind of things tends to turn too dirty and squirmy without being at all arousing, or totally miss the mark and make you laugh out loud. This was more of the laugh out loud kind. I need to get back to another epic novel because otherwise I just keep reading and don't stop until I'm finished, even though I don't have THAT much time to be reading it. Also, I find the subtle and embarrassed suggestions of sex in those books much more interesting than tawdry scenes of lurve!

OK better go and attack these essays - I wish I could attack them, with a bazooka...

Wompalakoo xo

Nerd Lecture & SPLENDIFEROUS COOKING BY CAITLIN!

2006-05-03T22:46:00.000+09:30

So I went to this lecture tonight by a guy called...something...Toby? Anyway it was all about 7 different scholars' perspectives on culture and civilisation. Basically the guy thought that they focused too exclusively on 'culture' and didn't engage enough with political-economy views in their arguments. I didn't take a lot in. But it was pretty exciting. It's kind of the area I'm interested in writing my Honours thesis on.

My Media Law lecturer was there, which was a bit freaky. I felt like a nerd of death for going to one of the talks he's always emailing about! Particularly one that is outside uni hours. But hey, he's not a nerd of death - he's got a sexy voice! This doesn't explain why he wasn't at the prize night with Dani Pants though, as she intimated (she didn't intimate he'd be "with" her, just that he was going to the prize night). But she'll be pleased to know he thought my essay plan was very good, and well structured! He said so...in his sexy voice... hahehe

Younano, Scott and the lovely Karla were with me. I don't in the least accuse them of being nerds though. They're post grads so they could be nerdier than me without being as nerdy. If that makes any sense!

However, I MUST say that the real reason for this post is my cooking exploits this evening. Should have taken a photo. Not that it was the look of the meal that made it hot stuff. It tasted SO good. It was chicken with seeded mustard and coriander, wrapped in filo pastry and served with a lemon, ginger and coriander sauce. HOW gourmet am I??

It did come from the Women's Weekly "quick recipe" book and was very easy to do (15 mins preparation and 30 mins cooking time), so I suppose it wasn't that gourmet... But for someone who usually ends up having stir fry twice a week through lack of inspiration it was very snazzy! And as long as it tastes fancy it could still qualify. My brother said it wasn't gourmet, though he did admit it was better than anything he'd ever cooked, "not that that would be hard". This sounds rather rude and obnoxious, which it is, but it's also high praise coming from the Monster.

Well, that's really all news to date (that can be blogged at any rate. Dani & Younano, note that I'm still MAD at a certain individual who seems set on ruining Law Ball fun and just spent about 15 mins earbashing poor ALee about it, though she has NO idea about the whole thing she just happened to call me!)

feasty mcfie! xo

I Spoke Too Soon & The Loss

2006-05-01T16:26:00.000+09:30

Speaking too soon
My cough is bad. Like a bark. So strike what I said about being on the mend! Darn it.

The Loss
I played netball last night (possibly why the cough has worsened today, but could also be waiting in the cold for Law Ball tix, which we have all sorted thank GOD & Dani Pants!). We lost quite atrociously to Melb Uni 4. Our team is Melb Uni 3, so we should have whooped their asses. Their shooter only missed once, I swear! I wasn't really a star. But don't think I disgraced myself either. Just mosied along in WA for 3 quarters. Next time we can beat them, they weren't that much better, but the score told a different story...

Ok, going now! xo

Attention, Health, A Play & Comedy

2006-04-29T20:04:00.000+09:30

Come on People!
I want more people to comment on my blog. I know I'm an attention-seeking yap. But at least I'm being honest. Nothing gives me more pleasure than knowing someone has read my rant and given it a little nod. Just a little nod. I know that some of my comments on other people's blogs are very long (in true rant style) and it's probably bad blog-etiquette. I don't know anything much about blog etiquette, but it seems to make sense that a comment should not be longer than the original post! Anyhoo, I wouldn't mind if people left me long comments. Because I don't care about etiquette, just decency. And there is a difference, but I won't go into it.

Better
Chest is on the mend: seeing as I've put you through all the whinging I thought I'd let you know, even though it's not as interesting as the whinging in my opinion.

The Wild Blue
Went to my a play last night - The Wild Blue. It's an amateur production, on at St Martin's Theatre in Sth Yarra, and my friend Lou is in it. It's a musical play about dreams. The ensemble cast of 12 basically all get a song each. They are all on stage in their pjs and each have a dream, some of them are about or connected to other cast members' dreams but none of the cast actually interact. They basically just go into the background and dance around doing weird hand movements and harmonies and stuff while the cast member of the moment is doing their song. It's a good idea, but perhaps could have been a bit shorter, and some of the songs are jarringly there-for-the-sake-of-raising-a-"controversial issue" - like "Mum & Dad I'm Gay" and quite a few terrorism related songs. Lou's song was a really cute, light and funny song about her (25 yr old slightly desperate female) meeting a farmer from "Flim Flom" at a party and having the guts to go find him again in Flim Flom - leaving her mum's house and her cat behind. She's a star!

Comedy Festival Delights
Been to three shows, loved them all!

Danny Bhoy - hilarious and (of course) sexy accent. Loved his hymn jokes, SO TRUE! One of the funniest things that happened though, wasn't part of the show. Mandy Moo, Mama, Mooch admitted before the show that upon reading Jen's email inviting her to the show she ran out to her housemates and announced she was going to see Danny B-hoy (pronouncing the h). She's such a duffer!

Fiona O'Loughlin - as my friend Dan pointed out I covered the two comedy-minority groups at the festival - Australians and women - in one gig. And it was great. I LOVE this chick. Dani and I want Mums like her, embarrassing the crap out of our kids on purpose, and making a life out of it! I unashamedly love jokes about Catholics told by Catholics. She's funny without having to resort to smut, and her voice is really great (even though she had lost it for this show). I think that so many female comedians' voices can impact on their shows, because it's hard for chicks to project without screeching! I would know!

Arj Barker - speaking of projecting...whoa! He uses his yelling to great effect! It disguises the seamlessness of his routine, not that that's a bad thing, but it just makes it seem more spontaneous or something. Not that it was all scripted, some freak threw jocks onto the stage (6 yr old boy jocks!) and he had fun with that. Loved his predictive text gag...oh and pretty much all the gags. I laughed really loudly and embarrassingly, you know when it turns into a cackle when you laugh really hard? Probably not, that's probably not a common problem! He made a few cracks about the audience not being too responsive, Melbourne crowds etc. I definitely wasn't one of the culprits there! Apart from being funny, I think Arj is SO cute! I know Dan would just accuse me of saying that because he's 'famous', like the guy from Scrubs. But it's NOT that, I just sometimes find incurable dorks really irresistible! Ok I'm getting off this topic now!

I think that's enough for one night, and I need to go and read about Trademarks. Boh!

munch on muncheros (Do you remember those ads? With the bad Indian costumes? Hohoho. No wonder the corn chip brand didn't take off!) xox

Wheezing, Procrastination, A Clockwork Orange & Me

2006-04-27T13:29:00.000+09:30

Just got home from yet another interview (I'm only interviewing at 3 firms but it's taking up a lot of time!) Still have a chest infection remnants and feel wheezy as all hell due to my walk home from the tram stop (about 200m).

This is such a procrastination post. Should be doing Corps reading. However, who EVER felt like doing that apart from Pam (lecturer, who by the way has very cool clothes, so I like her)?

Finished 'A Clockwork Orange'. Is it wrong to like the main character? Considering he is a raping, murdering, violent crazy, it probably is. But nonetheless I do. I admire the language (although I know he didn't probably make it up all on his lonesome) and his matter-of-fact approach to people. Even if that matter-of-factness is in relation to wanting to torture them, rape them, kill them etc. I wasn't really all that grossed out by the violence. Though I'm sure the film would be almost impossible to watch. Most of all I liked that it had a "happy ending" that wasn't all about repentance etc - he just got sick of being violent so he decided to stop. Good for him! Maybe I'll get sick of being vengeful and quick to judge one day and just stop. It won't be all these people that take it into their heads that try to tell me I'm "negative" and what not (someone actually said I was Julie Cooper yesterday. NOT APPRECIATED. But he also put his hot lap-top charger thing on my neck and I nearly screamed out in the middle of class. So I'm guessing he was just trying to be generally annoying rather than actually astutely attributing my character to that wench). Doubt giving it up at this stage, but then that's probably just a symptom of my cynicism that I'm not sick of yet... Hahaha.

Ok g-g-kaboom
xo

No Netball, A LOT of SNOT & A Thanks to the Rambling-One-Eyed-Scot

2006-04-23T17:01:00.000+09:30

Tonight is the first game of netball for the season. But no netball for me! Now have fully blown chest infection of death. SO disappointed. I hate my weak, horrible, weirdly-concave-sternumed chest right now (very aware that sternumed is not a word, but I do have a weird concave sternum!). I'm still going to watch. It's indoors and I'll just wear heaps of clothes. I'm going stir-crazy.

I've been doing my Media Law essay outline all day, I stink of Vicks and the antibiotics are making me super-emotional. I cried because my brother wouldn't go and get me some more mucus break-down tablets. He is a selfish little shit (he was going to Vic Gardens anyway) but it probably wasn't a huge surprise that he's selfish and it's definitely not worth crying over because I've got enough to last me until tomorrow!!

So the point is I'm going to netball to cheer myself up. Don't think I'll be able to cheer for my team too well, I'm all wheezy and gross. But I'll be there!

OHHHH.... If only you knew how GROSS I feel! It's like someone is sitting on my chest, so there's an uncomfortable wheezing and pressure building up in my head. But then they're also holding my nose so that the pressure can't really escape! I know I'm making this sound like I'm at death's door. And I'm not at all, but it is pretty uncomfortable. And I think not being able to breathe is the worst feeling! Like when you're vomiting and you get the sensation that you'll never stop and that you're going to suffocate because you can't take in any air while you're vomiting. OH aren't my reflections so lovely: all the flowers in the fields lalilalila...

Lucky not many people read this thing - because believe it or not you can't tell how yuk I am just from looking at me. Hahahahohohohoho

I'm delirious. I think I've od-d on something or other! Hehehe

Ok well I'll let you know if we win. We not including me because I can't play. *sniff sniff*

Thanks One-Eye
OH and Scotland had us around for pizza (myself Younano and Brookano) it was delicious and he lent me 'A Clockwork Orange'. Thanks kids! I may be sicker for it, but it was hot fun.

Splutter, cough, wheezeroo... xo

The Portrait of a Lady & Working for the Man

2006-04-22T08:47:00.000+09:30

The Portrait of a Lady
Currently have about 5 pages to go - and why - you ask - am I not voraciously devouring them? Well, firstly, they're not food. And secondly, and more to the point, I was reading until 2:30am this morning and just HAD to go to sleep to be up for work (7:30, which I pushed til 7:50). So the suspense has beeng going for so long it's not like I read up to there, stopped, and jumped on the computer!

Love this kind of book, shamelessly adore ridiculous romance and socially hapless heroines who realise their "folly" (which is quite a commonly used word in this genre) at the end. This is almost as good as a Jane Austen, but not as ironic and funny, or just more circuitous in being so! It's basically just more circuitous full stop, being about twice the length of "Emma", or "Pride and Prejudice" which are Austen's longest. I think it's even long for Henry James (the author), though I don't think I've read anything else by him Jacqui was saying last night that she's reading something of his that's much shorter.

SO - It's not quite 'The Incredible Lightness of Being' or 'The Sea', which were the two books I read previous, but it's just so nice to lose yourself in 1876 sometimes! Although if I'd actually lived back then I would have DEFINITELY been "consumptive" (ie had TB/ bad chest) and died. My cold may not be quite be a chest infection yet, but I think it will be by Sunday probably. It's so crazy, I can predict it but I can't really prevent it! Worse than the sty in that way, which is now totally gone. Weird!

Working for the Man
Anyhoo, I'm at work cruising along. 9am on the dot had a call from an irate tenant about their heating, which has been broken since Monday! They left a message with the paging service and nobody had called them back (surprise surprise!) and I had to get the property manager out of bed to get the plumber's number, then the plumber was at the doctor having tests, so we have to get another plumber... Anyway she's now taken over dealing with it so that's GOOD!

So I'm working for the Man. Got to get up the courage to tell him that I'm going to the USA for a month too. EEEEeeeekkk!! I know I'm a scaredy cat, but it's just so awkward. Because I'm not ASKING for the time off, I'm telling. I've already booked the whole holiday (YAY!). He's not here yet anyway, but I see his name on the Open for Inspection list so I'm guessing he'll be here at some stage.

OK, before he gets here I'm going to read the last 5 pages and then start searching for journal articles about Defamation of Corporations - Media Law Essay, still not going all that well!!

bobomochobo! xo

A Sty in my EYE, Job Cocktails & Spam on Toast

2006-04-20T20:45:00.000+09:30

The Sty
So I have had a sore eye for the past couple of days. But I didn't really think anything of it, thought it must just be something weird itching me. But then tonight I found a sty. I've never had a sty, but Kelly (best friend) has so I've seen one and I knew what it was. It's GROSS. It's like a teeny tiny white-headed pimple on the edge of the bottom eyelid. Bleeeeccchhh!!! So my mum says I have to go to the chemist and get some "gold ointment" or something. She's very good with recommendations for ailments. But now she thinks I have some underlying stress in my life. Which I perhaps do, though I can't identify it and it's not motivating me to do a good essay plan for Media Law, so it can't be that bad. And I've DEFINITELY been more stressed before and never had a sty. Anyway, the cure is now more important because it's there and can't be prevented...I should be in charge of the whole AIDS in Africa crisis really. Such a great disease philosopher. Not sure this is a "disease", but hmmm you get it.

Job Cocktails
But just after I discovered the thing I had to go to "job cocktails" (a pre-interview information and cocktail evening). I find these things very weird at the best of times and the knowledge of the sty just made it that little bit WEIRDER. "Hi, I'm pimple-eye-Joe, please give me a job at your prestigious law firm. Pretty PLEASE??! Hey... where are you going...??" Hehehe. Well, the sty's not that noticeable (I had to get my brother and sister to peer at it, though they do agree it's disgusting) but it FEELS like a little mountain of pain and it's sort of affecting my vision. Though I only noticed that since spotting it in the mirror, so it's probably just a silly mind-thing.

Spam on Toast
All was made a bit more bearable by my crazy monster brother when I got home. You may have to know him to get this story, but it's pretty hilarious! It all began yesterday evening when I asked him what he was cooking tomorrow. We cook "together", which usually involves me cooking and him making a very token effort, but last night I pointedly asked him what he was cooking me on the morrow, and he said "Spam on toast".

Anyway I come home from the drinks and he's being slightly more obnoxious than usual and wouldn't let me in the kitchen, which was a bit strange because he normally makes me do a fair bit even when he is cooking. So he's making this chicken stir fry and I leave him to it. Comes out about ten minutes later with a plate, and true to his word, SPAM ON TOAST! He actually bought a tin of spam and dumped it on some blackened toast! What a nut bar! I have a photo of it, but I'm still challenged so I can't put it in here. Pretty funny. Although the actual chicken thing didn't turn out to be that great either! So he thinks I should cook from now on. I think he should concentrate more on cooking and less on crazy gags!!

Ok got to go to beddy byes! I have a cold AS WELL as the sty. Probably more serious considering my tendency to get chest infections, but I think the sty is the more disgusting (and thus more blog-worthy) malady.

bobocats xo

Doubt, The OC & an ancient gaelic name

2006-04-18T21:12:00.000+09:30

Doubt

Thoroughly recommend current MTC production of Doubt. It definitely reinforces the whole modern sense of "Catholic guilt" (ie the stigma of child molestation cover-ups) and I'm not sure that I appreciate that as one who has recently discovered that she actually likes going to Mass after a hiatus of about 5 years. Of course I KNOW it happened and still happens, and it's terrible, but it seems to be the only theme explored in the recent plays/films I've seen. I would like someone to explore something GOOD about the old Cathy C. Though, having said that it's brilliant material, and I LOVED that film about the poor women in Ireland who were sent to this institution and abused by nuns (cannot remember the name). And as the ever-acute Brookano Younano pointed out: very few plays are written about the uplifting aspects of anything, let alone religion. As my stream of consciousness runs I do also recall there are a few positive reflections on the Church in Sth America, though they involve a lot of violence which pretty much rules them out for my viewing (I can't even watch the first ten mins of 'Scream).

Anyway, back to the actual play at hand, it's brilliantly written and the two nun characters fantastically acted. The priest is slimy, as he's meant to be, but unfortunately he's quite a prominent "All Saints" (good ol' Channel 7) actor as well, which I couldn't dispel from my mind. OH, and his New York accent was suspect. Younano hated the portrayal of the mother of the "only negro child" in the school (note parenthesis, I know it's African American PC amondos). I must say I wasn't quite so passionately annoyed by her, but her accent was also a bit overdone.

The OC
Well - the whole board scene was TOTALLY underdone and lacking in real drama. AS IF the Newpsies would have rolled over like that! Bah humbug.

Having indulged a LEETLE in the marathon over the weekend (would link to your blog here dit, but you know, technical retardation and all) I must say the decline in juicy dramatic storylines in the past two seasons is more starkly apparent. However, the saving grace is that the one-liners just keep coming.

I hope Julie stays in the trailer, because her calls to Gus are gold: "No Gus, I don't want any pigeon pie, I think it's disgusting what you do to those poor little birds". Wahahahaha... Probably not as good as the whole "Gus, I've got a gun", but still cracking me up. And any time that Seth refers to himself as "man-whoring" it's got to be good!

My name

NOT impressed that yet another suspect TV writer is attributing my very respectable, ancient Gaelic name to yet another horrible character. "Kaitlin", the little "vixen" being introduced to boost the OC's flagging ratings (a) spells her name wrong ( it's C goddammit!!) and (b) unknowingly adds extra offence by being part of a line up of:

Caitlin Moore (how freaky) Heather Locklear's character on 'Spin City'. Ashamed to have my name associated with that show. It was so bad. I never actually SAW her on it, but I'm sure it was bad from the one episode I did catch. And anyway all those washed-up-Melrose connections came with her. The chick on 'Desperate Housewives' is the only one who can pull off that come-back (and no I'm not talking about Teri H, but the redhead who was the psychopath on Melrose- wow that show has been quite good for the strugglers, but I digress...)

Caitlin (unsure of spelling) is also one of Cleetus' kids on the Simpsons!!!! White trash-amondo. It's classed with names such as 'Morgan' in the long list of about 30. Shudder!!

Ok, so it's a line-up of 3, and I'm exaggerating. But it can't get that much worse...can it??

Gotta go, I'm getting flushed with rage. Not really, but I am certainly on a rant and I need to check my emails before going to cook myself something yummy to eat, and ranting gives me great appetite... Hehehe

Feedle tee dee boogy mcgee xo

Musak*

2006-04-17T15:24:00.000+09:30

In the past seven days I've been to see two gigs and a concert. All musical soirees, but I think they have very different connotations.

The Lucksmiths
At the Northcote Social Club, which is such a perfect size venue for this kind of gig. It's tiny, but it feels quite big once it fills up, and the happy-go-lucky Lucksmiths suit the laid back vibe. They serve questionable wine in plastic tumblers, filled to the point where they form a dangerous bubble at the top (well that was technically my friend's glass because the bar chick was finishing up the bottle, but it looked awesome so I'm claiming it). It's definitely a beer venue, though I did notice they have Bombay Sapphire behind the bar so maybe I'll go that next time.

The actual gig was really great. Saw them at the Candle Records bonanza a few months ago, but this was better (as didn't have to wait until 1am to see them!!). Glad I went cos one of the band members is going back to the UK and there are various rumours circulating that the band is breaking up. I must acknowledge I got on the bandwagon very late with the new album and I like it the best, but I think they're generally excellent at what they do. By being so unashamedly indie-pop and geeky they escape being annoying cheese-bombs. Plus when the lead singer spends the first part of the night dancing alone to the support band (which was also great, forgotten what it's called though, naughty, Orange something) you can't help being endeared to his dorkiness.

The Mountain Goats
Wow! Actually saw these guys at the FREE Melb Uni Gig and at the Corner. They are the BEST!!!! My friend Scotland was gutsy enough to go up and ask them for an interview after the Uni show (not that they're unapproachable rock stars, but still I probably wouldn't do it) and they said they noticed him and his friends really getting into the gig. That was MEEE!!! I'm so famous!

Something about JD's generally neurotic stance in life strikes a massive chord with me. His lyrics are gems in a crazy land of frenetic strumming and hilarious attempts to stretch his voice beyond its natural (very nasal) limits. He's one of those people you just KNOW you would love to be friends with, not like some rock-star fan friend, but actually just friends with. I know, fat chance, but that's the way it is this Monday afternoon.

India Arie
This was the "concert". Very much a concert. It was at Hamer Hall, which I always thought was just the Concert Hall, and HH was just some gimpy venue near there, but now I know they're one and the same. No standing up or anything. But it was splendiferous to just sit and let her voice wash over you (from the fourth row no less!!). I must say I don't feel I've listened to her enough, because I always felt she was a bit too "solidarity, positivity, rarara". She most definitely is, but her voice is fantastic and I think last night showed me that sometimes that kind of attitude can be really uplifting rather than just attracting my trademark scorn. Ugh, I can't believe I just said "uplifting", what a be-bop-a-lula wankstar!

The saddest part of the week
Apart from JC's death (see Easter Saturday post) was that I didn't get to see Martha Wainwright. That woman has touched my soul (see wankstar above). She is the best chick with a guitar ever born and her single (Bloody Mother F***ing A**hole) is beautiful and vulgar at the same time. That is my ultimate aim in life! It's just SO true about so many people it has been known to make me cry. How many times have I felt like the "good and true" one, even though I know it's self righteous and ridiculous?! I love that she put that in a song. Stephano will not be forgiven for this for a LONG TIME (she was meant to go to the gig with me as her birthday present but had to go and see some academic guy, who is apparently awesome also, to further her PhD studies). Anyway at least we both got "Vote for Pedro" t-shirts out of it, I bought her that instead, and one for myself, just because.

Later!
Ok that's all about my musical exploits. I must say blogging does still feel quite alien and pointless, but also quite refreshing. Gotta go to the supermarket now!

Womp xo

*Oh I know "musak" refers to elevator-esque background toons, or worse great songs that have been RUINED by advertising jingles. This post is not about that genre at all. But I love the way "musak" rolls of the tongue so I use it to describe music that I like, love or have been listening to. I'm just one of those people who gets obsessed by the sounds of different words. I often just use words which have no apparent meaning, or a very different conventional meaning, to express how I feel. I wouldn't claim to "make up" words. I'm sure they've been out there for eons and I'm abusing their ancient connotations, but I'm going to continue doing it anyway.

Easter Saturday

2006-04-15T12:00:00.000+09:30

Oooohhhh....blogging....aaaahhhhh....blogging....

This is quite crazy. Like me. I have been inspired by my two nerd-burger friends, Stephano Younano (the vomiting autocrat) and Scotland (from England with links to Germany, go figure on the incestual nature of the UK and their royal connections...).

I usually send rambling emails to various distant friends who are powerless to complain because it would cost to much to call me. But recent returns of some friends from across the vast waters have reduced the available rant-receivers considerably. So I'm branching out to full on nerd-infested waters, or wires, or whatever it is the internet runs on (trying not to mix metaphors but it appears inevitable).

I'm at work. It's mind numbingly work-like. I would say boring, but I think "work", or part-time-student-work has its own, more striking connotations for those in a similar situation. The day usually ends up involving some level of tiredness (often a teensy hangover) mixed with a desperate need for paltry pay and equalling extreme frustration at the demands to be super-nice to those with whom you come into connection: customers and their ilk. Because let's face it "ilk" is appropriate. Not everyone is a genuine customer. Some people, I'm sure, were sent to earth primarily to be aggravating and make senseless inquiries about things that they never intend to follow up... Can you tell I work in reception at a real estate office???

Anyway as I "work" I have been pondering the strange nature of this day - Easter Saturday. It's a bit of a nothing day really. I mean Good Friday is all dramatico, death on a cross, the whole bit. Sunday tops that with the rising from the dead (and the eggs, though I must admit I'm not a choc-obsessed person). But what is Saturday? "Jesus lies in the tomb day"? "The disciples poo themselves with fear/ wail with grief day?" . I have to say I'm a bit sketchy on the gospel story of what actually happens (some vague recollection of some random guy insisting on taking the body and entombing it, but that's about it). It's obviously a suspense builder (and fulfils the whole Old T thing about the third day), but it's just resultantly FLAT when you KNOW what happens. I mean it is 2006, the panto has been performed a FEW times now...

Don't mean to be sacriligious here, but it just struck me. Though I suppose it hasn't before, so it can't be THAT flat of a day or I'd have mused on it before. Mused. Hehehe.

Womp womp choogaloo!