*is so very proud of self*
Nov. 23rd, 2005 03:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
highlyeccentricyay, thanks Lai for the tip about blend modes... They so made my day :D
Fixed up a photo of Chris and I a few days ago, and today started on this summer's project: setting a sequence of poems with a sequence of photos... the first one was always going to be the hardest, because it's about EC but not, and i hardly took any scenery shots at EC anyway. Ended up with a blend of the blown-out-umbrella from friday, and an old milestone i found in a garden up near the Holme building at uni. I'll put the final copies on photobucket eventually. Need to write the concluding poem first. *rolls eyes* i was formulating a base scene, and then Oneth went and wrote one with almost the same scene... it's a bit scary sometimes, if i didn't know better i'd think she was me in disguise.
mkay... backing up... lots...
saturday: got home, strewed house with my stuff. Joel and I went off playing soccer in the thunderstorm :D:D:D That was good fun, until he hurt his ingrown toenail. Got Dad to read me Where's My Cow after that, too.
sunday: bummed around, did a bit of unpacking
monday: had a dentists appointment, wahoo. Ordered in cherry flavoured fluoride rinse, since i flatly refuse to touch the orthodontist's spearmint stuff. The think i really hate about dentists is the TASTE of everything. Why must everything be spearmint?
Eric's got himself a new attatchment for the chair, goes just behind the light and plays Mr Bean movies at you the whole time. It's uncanny just how much Mr Bean is like Quisber. Or Quisber like Mr Bean.
Posted my SS her gift... eek international postage is espensive... postage cost about as much as the gift, maybe a smidge more. and it was a LIGHT gift, only about a kilo. SS is great fun, but i'm really gonna have to save up next year.
Will came over for about an hour... long enough to have a coffee and then put me to sleep. That's how dull he is :P. Nah, i suspect him of possessing arcane powers, since i wasn't at all sleepy until he started giving me a head rub, whereupon i became so vacant i couldn't even point out that i HATE head rubs. which he ought to know by now anyway...
I showed him my birthday card from Laura, and he says she overestimated my age. The card says 'How wonderful now you're three' (with the note inside pointing out that three year olds always get the best cards, but none of them can actually read said cards).
Napped for a while after Will left, then went back to unpacking. See, that's how freaky his powers are, i only nap when i'm really ill!
Yesterday finished unpacking, and then got everything up on the walls. There is now very little space left at all. I can only see one or two spots that would take an A4 page. Room is now a threefold shrine to Tolkien, Leunig and Avant Card Postcards, with passing nods to Finding Nemo, Winnie the Pooh and Pirates of the Carribean. The back of the door is the foreign postcard collection (and an Aragorn poster that's been there forever and is only newspaper so i don't wanna move it). A couple of scenic postcards up there, some character ones from Susanne, a birthday postcard from Polona, and an assortment of the Dutch equivalent of Avant Card, courtesy of Diana.
hooked the computer up today- dad cobbled me together an extension cord for the speakers, which is useful since my CD player is dying... the radio won't tune (possibly the fault of the room, since it's OK if i take it out to the dining room) and the CD player has to stop and think in the middle of every song, remember who it is and what it's doing here. There's a bit of a buzz in the speakers, though, you can hear it when the music is paused. Guess that's what you get with so many plugs between Point A and Point B. Certainly not about to complain, dad's already as cranky as they come 'cos i demanded shelves by next midyear break. Given that shelves were a condition of me moving into this room, i think that's quite fair, but he hates people 'expecting' him to do things. Apparently he even kicked up a fuss abotu helping Joel with his music homework. WTF?
Meanwhile, he's loving all the increased responsibility at work and has discovered a hitherto unnoticed talent for making small decisions. I really can't figure that man out.
Freaky Female Fact: the contents of my vanity cabinet took up a whole bag, the bag the busdriver gave us on the way home from NCYC. I'm a bit disturbed. Also have not enough space to store all of said stuff, most of it is things like hair spray that i never owned before, always borrowed mum's on the rare occaisions i needed it. Perhaps i shall give all of said stuff to mum, and she can both use and store it. Plan.
Discovered my old Bachelor Girl CD. Anyone remember them? (Buses & Trains, Permission to Shine being their two memorable hits) They're actually not half bad... a third, possibly, but not half.
Cleared out all my old journals from under the bed. I have them going back as Dec 99... Not very well or regularly kept, and alternately embarrassing and dull reading, but there it is. Five years of it, that's a bit disturbing. Although LJ is the only one I've managed to keep on a regular basis. I'm not sure if i should be thanking or cursing you, Jenna :P
El reckons I've grown. Measured and I'm 1.7m... what was I last time i got mum to measure, Lukas, do you remember? I remember being 1.68, but i don't know if that was recently or years back. No one'd notice if i grew, what with joel sprouting like something that sprouts very fast.
Joel is a full seven centimetres taller than me. This is slightly depressing.
and Will is growing again, i'm told. You wouldn't think it'd be POSSIBLE for him to get any taller.
Music: The Verve Pipe- The Freshmen. oooh, this is a shivery song. The singer's voice could be more expressive, but i'm starting to think the blankness is a deliberate tactic.
Mood: good. Putting my walls up helped lots, it doesn't feel so much like living in limbo. And i got out of bed nice and early- i had the phone in my room and Deano rang for Joel at twenty past seven. Playing with poems today and writing a few letters feels like doing something constructive, going somewhere, which is good. I have this bad habit of just going into hibernation in the holidays, not doing or thinking anything.
Book: Read So Much to Tell You and Take My Word For It again, 'cos i was cleaning out my bookshelf. I was going to throw away most of my Marsdens, but i couldn't come at it... I was going to keep So Much To Tell You anyway, because i remembered it was really good. And it was, though not as impactive (?is that a word? it is now) as when i was twelve, as is to be expected. Take My Word For It was pretty good too, better than i remembered but not a patch on So Much.
Also reading Sara Douglass' The Nameless Day again, 'cos Dad and I got into a discussion about English kings the other day. I've got my memories of the Crucible and the Troy Game serii (that's a much better plural than serieses) mixed up, i know that much... Very good writer, is Douglass, although Margaret would accuse her of subscribing to the Big Change theories of history.
Fixed up a photo of Chris and I a few days ago, and today started on this summer's project: setting a sequence of poems with a sequence of photos... the first one was always going to be the hardest, because it's about EC but not, and i hardly took any scenery shots at EC anyway. Ended up with a blend of the blown-out-umbrella from friday, and an old milestone i found in a garden up near the Holme building at uni. I'll put the final copies on photobucket eventually. Need to write the concluding poem first. *rolls eyes* i was formulating a base scene, and then Oneth went and wrote one with almost the same scene... it's a bit scary sometimes, if i didn't know better i'd think she was me in disguise.
mkay... backing up... lots...
saturday: got home, strewed house with my stuff. Joel and I went off playing soccer in the thunderstorm :D:D:D That was good fun, until he hurt his ingrown toenail. Got Dad to read me Where's My Cow after that, too.
sunday: bummed around, did a bit of unpacking
monday: had a dentists appointment, wahoo. Ordered in cherry flavoured fluoride rinse, since i flatly refuse to touch the orthodontist's spearmint stuff. The think i really hate about dentists is the TASTE of everything. Why must everything be spearmint?
Eric's got himself a new attatchment for the chair, goes just behind the light and plays Mr Bean movies at you the whole time. It's uncanny just how much Mr Bean is like Quisber. Or Quisber like Mr Bean.
Posted my SS her gift... eek international postage is espensive... postage cost about as much as the gift, maybe a smidge more. and it was a LIGHT gift, only about a kilo. SS is great fun, but i'm really gonna have to save up next year.
Will came over for about an hour... long enough to have a coffee and then put me to sleep. That's how dull he is :P. Nah, i suspect him of possessing arcane powers, since i wasn't at all sleepy until he started giving me a head rub, whereupon i became so vacant i couldn't even point out that i HATE head rubs. which he ought to know by now anyway...
I showed him my birthday card from Laura, and he says she overestimated my age. The card says 'How wonderful now you're three' (with the note inside pointing out that three year olds always get the best cards, but none of them can actually read said cards).
Napped for a while after Will left, then went back to unpacking. See, that's how freaky his powers are, i only nap when i'm really ill!
Yesterday finished unpacking, and then got everything up on the walls. There is now very little space left at all. I can only see one or two spots that would take an A4 page. Room is now a threefold shrine to Tolkien, Leunig and Avant Card Postcards, with passing nods to Finding Nemo, Winnie the Pooh and Pirates of the Carribean. The back of the door is the foreign postcard collection (and an Aragorn poster that's been there forever and is only newspaper so i don't wanna move it). A couple of scenic postcards up there, some character ones from Susanne, a birthday postcard from Polona, and an assortment of the Dutch equivalent of Avant Card, courtesy of Diana.
hooked the computer up today- dad cobbled me together an extension cord for the speakers, which is useful since my CD player is dying... the radio won't tune (possibly the fault of the room, since it's OK if i take it out to the dining room) and the CD player has to stop and think in the middle of every song, remember who it is and what it's doing here. There's a bit of a buzz in the speakers, though, you can hear it when the music is paused. Guess that's what you get with so many plugs between Point A and Point B. Certainly not about to complain, dad's already as cranky as they come 'cos i demanded shelves by next midyear break. Given that shelves were a condition of me moving into this room, i think that's quite fair, but he hates people 'expecting' him to do things. Apparently he even kicked up a fuss abotu helping Joel with his music homework. WTF?
Meanwhile, he's loving all the increased responsibility at work and has discovered a hitherto unnoticed talent for making small decisions. I really can't figure that man out.
Freaky Female Fact: the contents of my vanity cabinet took up a whole bag, the bag the busdriver gave us on the way home from NCYC. I'm a bit disturbed. Also have not enough space to store all of said stuff, most of it is things like hair spray that i never owned before, always borrowed mum's on the rare occaisions i needed it. Perhaps i shall give all of said stuff to mum, and she can both use and store it. Plan.
Discovered my old Bachelor Girl CD. Anyone remember them? (Buses & Trains, Permission to Shine being their two memorable hits) They're actually not half bad... a third, possibly, but not half.
Cleared out all my old journals from under the bed. I have them going back as Dec 99... Not very well or regularly kept, and alternately embarrassing and dull reading, but there it is. Five years of it, that's a bit disturbing. Although LJ is the only one I've managed to keep on a regular basis. I'm not sure if i should be thanking or cursing you, Jenna :P
El reckons I've grown. Measured and I'm 1.7m... what was I last time i got mum to measure, Lukas, do you remember? I remember being 1.68, but i don't know if that was recently or years back. No one'd notice if i grew, what with joel sprouting like something that sprouts very fast.
Joel is a full seven centimetres taller than me. This is slightly depressing.
and Will is growing again, i'm told. You wouldn't think it'd be POSSIBLE for him to get any taller.
Music: The Verve Pipe- The Freshmen. oooh, this is a shivery song. The singer's voice could be more expressive, but i'm starting to think the blankness is a deliberate tactic.
Mood: good. Putting my walls up helped lots, it doesn't feel so much like living in limbo. And i got out of bed nice and early- i had the phone in my room and Deano rang for Joel at twenty past seven. Playing with poems today and writing a few letters feels like doing something constructive, going somewhere, which is good. I have this bad habit of just going into hibernation in the holidays, not doing or thinking anything.
Book: Read So Much to Tell You and Take My Word For It again, 'cos i was cleaning out my bookshelf. I was going to throw away most of my Marsdens, but i couldn't come at it... I was going to keep So Much To Tell You anyway, because i remembered it was really good. And it was, though not as impactive (?is that a word? it is now) as when i was twelve, as is to be expected. Take My Word For It was pretty good too, better than i remembered but not a patch on So Much.
Also reading Sara Douglass' The Nameless Day again, 'cos Dad and I got into a discussion about English kings the other day. I've got my memories of the Crucible and the Troy Game serii (that's a much better plural than serieses) mixed up, i know that much... Very good writer, is Douglass, although Margaret would accuse her of subscribing to the Big Change theories of history.