Finally! After years of waiting, British Whose Line will soon be available on DVD.

http://www.amazon.com/o/ASIN/B000KJU1FK/ref=s9_asin_title_1/105-3282647-9793209

I don't care what anyone says, the American version sucks ass. There's not enough drunkenness or swearing.

I am wearing slippers at work. Teeheehee.

I have only recently realised that the "Re." I've been putting in emails since forever is confusing and badly placed. See, I use it like "REerring to" and not like "REply". So I send emails to people which are apparently replying to emails that don't exist. I'm sure I seem even more odd when they are introductory emails.

But the fuzzy slippers make it okay. I hope nobody makes me leave my desk in the next three hours.

In other news, I posted negative feedback today. I am one bad motherf*cker.

So. This is me in Brisbane.

It's been an odd holiday. Insofar as a lot of things have been different than usual, but I guess that's part of being in a different country. me, I'm so done in from lack of sleep I don't know what the hell I'm doing. It's night time here and I think I'll go a-wandering soon across a bridge, and if they don't let me walk across the bridge, that's okay, 'cos I'll look at the lights on the water and be happy. I feel I should make the most of my last night in this country because tomorrow I'll be back home to the blessed cool of New Zealand, and while the temperature will be nicer, it's just not as damn interesting as being completely out of context.

I am in a motel room with no windows. That, in itself, is disquieting. I got mistaken for a stewardess today on the train, despite the fact I wasn't wearing shoes. There are things that like to consume my here. This is Australia, for me.

I shall ramble more, and less aimlessly, when I'm home in 24 hours. Even drunkenly, if you're lucky.

Last weekend was Armageddony goodness, oh my, yes.



My introduction to John Rhys-Davies (who played Gimli the Dwarf in Lord of the Rings) was particularly memorable. He came over and was talking to a group of people near me. He was laughing about how all the girls were going mad over Sean Astin - "they're all Sean, Sean, Sean" - and I said, "Sean's just a boy... you're all man!" He seemed amused by this, took my hand, and regally kissed it. I later talked to him again and got Xan to take a picture of us together. He tickled me and I - how I hate this word - giggled. Lots. Despite myself. If you look closely to his right hand, you can totally see him squeezing me... Not that he wasn't anything but a true gentleman, though.



Sean Astin (who played Samwise Gamgee) was absolutely lovely and offered to hook me up with one of his many cute friends and/or brothers. Score! I have this picture on my dresser now and it watches me get dressed, and I wonder if he is looking at me with horror or bedazzlement. Mikey says that it looks like bedazzlement, and he is awfully smart, who am I to disagree with him? :)

And, just like that, I'm single again.

Tired. Yeah. Tired.

Should have slept more than four hours last night, I suppose, but this is SOP when it comes to tests for me. Procrastinate for one to two weeks, study more during the two or three days before, study manically the night before and the day of the test, pull off some kind of miracle and continue to get decent grades, rinse, lather, repeat.

Sometimes you get tired of trying to change yourself for the apparent better, and just go with what seems to be. Me trying to better myself is too complicated to figure out and.. well.. I'd probaby suck at it anyway. And then I'd have to better bettering myself and off we go...

Aside from being buried in tests, everything seems to be pretty okayish. Living my normal-slash-abnormal lifestyle. Studying. Soccering. Demonstrating. Sleeping.

I like Kill Bill Volume One. And Volume Two. They were good. I wish I had watched enough movies in my life to know all the different genres mixed in the blender there, though.

I bought my mother a ring with a giant 1cm zirconia for Mother's Day so she can feel superior to her rich female tramping buddies, because she has a more impressive and gaudier ring than any of them. And it doesn't matter if it gets lost in the bush that much. But I only sent it off today, Chelly and Ali, so don't tell.

I dreamt Jono was dead, and Geoffy was kicking the coffin around for some reason. That really fucked me off, so I really let him have it, I was hitting him like I never hit anyone ever before. But in the morning Jono said I was talking in my sleep about a guy I interviewed for journalism. Strange. I'm wondering if there's a connection.

"Experience the power and majesty that is the loin king!"

I've just come from work, and I'm tired. Work being supervising first years in Biology of Cells lab. It's actually quite cute and fun, although I'm finding my sole downfall as a demonstrator is uncontrollable laughter when students get things really wrong. Oops. But tonight I was just so tired that when this kid who just gets everything wrong couldn't find his own skin cells under the microscope, I just found him a big air bubble and said that that was it.
"That's it there? At 40x magnification?"
"Er, yes, yes. Bye now."

That said, I really do enjoy teaching little 'uns, and I'm getting a bit protective of them all, it's quite strange. I wouldn't mind doing this job next semester, and it brings in an extra $40 or so a week, so it's all good. It does take a lot out of you though.

I have an imprint of my boyfriend's shoe on my leg. It's quite cool really. A result of soccer misadventures. I also have many tiny bruises in a soccer-ball shaped patch on my thigh. I do love my violence I do! Currently playing in an indoor soccer league on Friday nights, it's great. Mikey informed me today that my nickname is "The Rock" as I'm a fairly solid defender, which made me feel good, although all I do is piss people off by getting in their way while they're trying to get goals, then taking the ball and booting it really hard down the other end of the gymn. It's evidently of some use to my team, and I enjoy it. I'm such a bitch. :)

Uni's going okay, still haven't really got moving yet though, five weeks into it. I'm feeling like I'm in some kind of stasis. I'm doing a whole mix - law, journalism, psychology, biochemistry and genetics; it's quite cool. Law is a bit dry and tedious though, taught by this guy that has a beard and seems very stately and cool but in reality isn't that articulate.

My life is normal to ME, it seems.

Oh my goodness...you probably thought the man of
your dreams was perfect when actually he is
GAY. That's right...the man of yuor dreams is A
GAY MAN. You're right..he is perfect except
for one thing....he likes men. oopsy


What kind of man are you likley to marry?
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Well, gee. Guess I'll never be able to pick 'em. You'd think after a year and a half I would have noticed...