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STUFF

Tue, 09 Feb 2010 10:26:34 GMT

FITTED INTO CAR

Now, we can pretend I haven't been worrying myself sick about this moving thing.

Plan:

* Work tomorrow
* Housemate making me CAAAAKE tomorrow night!
* 7am bus out of here on Thursday morning
* Sign lease at 11.30am
* Enrol
* Train to newie - rescued by parents
* Day trip to newcastle on friday to meet up with Shen! Intend to introduce her to Beaumont St. Hopefully Beaumont St is still interesting. May or may not also go to see William, may or may not tow Shen with me. This depends on things like how sleep deprived I am, and other people's schedule's, and my ability to navigate Newcastle buses.
* Get up stupid early, make parents drive me to Sydney. Be at Steve's by 10am to pick up first carload of stuff and the garage key.
* Parents have procured ute. Obtain ute, obtain house key, ferry stuff from Steve's garage to house.
* Cry about the impossibility of fitting my STUFF into my ROOM, stack boxes in garage, possibly make parents drive me to M'ville metro to buy underbed storage things.
* AND THEN I WILL BE LIVING IN SYDNEY.

Also if there is a Kerfuffle with the flat keys (there may be) I have the ability to cancel my newie outing in favour of a day trip to sydney to cut keys with Sjazz.

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YARN YARN YARN YARN

Fri, 05 Feb 2010 07:21:20 GMT

I have:

* Nice varigated cotton yarn for basic washcloths
* Blue and gold cotton yarn for fluer-de-lis washcloth
* A LOT OF ACRYLIC YARN for no better reason than "it was on sale"
* Nice new bamboo needles
* Patterns for ALL KINDS OF WASHCLOTHS. Plain ones! Funny ones! Ones with a moose on them!

I also have:

* Spaghetti, which was supposed to be housemate's boy's lunch today but he forgot it, so I thieved it. It has olives in it. Weird.

And I have:

* Ticket to Fire and Ice at Hush tonight
* And thus, an excuse to deck out in corset etc
* Every intention of taking a ball of yarn and needles with me. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY KINK AND FETISH NIGHT IS A GOOD NIGHT TO KNIT IN THE PUB.

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STUFF. PACKED

Sun, 24 Jan 2010 02:11:09 GMT

Half my life is now packed in the back of Steve's car.

( because I feel less anxious if i make lists )

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Dear Canberra: please die. Only not in a fire because that did sort of happen in 2003; it was bad

Sun, 17 Jan 2010 22:06:20 GMT

WHY IS IT LESS THAN FIFTEEN DEGREES OUTSIDE?

12.5 degrees. APPARENT TEMP 3.5 degrees (it's windy).

NOT HAPPY JAN. And I at least am sort of used to this (clothing check: pants, 3/4 top, cardigan, that's it. Hands went blue, but I'm used to that by now). Presume kayloulee and phrasemuffin are freeeeeezing out at their campsite place.

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ARTSES

Sat, 16 Jan 2010 05:30:10 GMT

Today I went with skep and we saw artses. The Musee d'Orsay has sent a collection of work that has never previously left France - various post-impressionist works, apparently. They were pretty. However, despite not being computers or near-vision work, artses hurt my eyes quite a bit. Eyes tired now.

My new favourite thing ever is Moreau's Orpheus. The photo on the website does it NO JUSTICE AT ALL. The original is gorgeous, all bright and glowing with golds and greens. Possibly helped by its frame, which is huge and gold and shiny. Hmmm, yes, the frame really made a difference - the nga photo is a bit better, but lacks the lovely gold tones of the original.

We also discovered that I like both surrealist art and realist portraiture, but am rather so-so about all the spottydotty divisionists or whatever they are. And I like pictures of fog more than flowers.

baaaah eyes hurts. going away now.

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Add one last things to the list of Things Done In 2009 That I'd Never Done Before:

Fri, 01 Jan 2010 01:32:18 GMT

Saw the year out with good, dear friends. Spent not one minute of the night feeling socially awkward. Saw the new year in in a great big puppy-pile of a group hug.

It was pretty awesome.

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Fridge still dead

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:15:46 GMT

Freezer dying

Service station out of ice

Universe hates me

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The Fridge is dead!

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 21:08:17 GMT

~~Long Live The Fridge!~~

We are currently experiencing that dangerous period of civil instability, interfridgnum. Efforts are being made to ensure succession, and Uncle Freezer is serving as best he can as regent. If the dishwasher revolts and seizes the throne, or the washing machine goes anarchist and floods the bathroom in protest, don't say I didn't warn you.

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Lolarity

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:07:26 GMT

We went to the shop to buy bourbon.

Says clavicular: What's bourbon made out of?
Says kitsunejin: Wheat, but it's distilled, so I can't see how the gluten would climb up the distillation pipes.
clavicular: I was going to say "I don't drink alcohol, how would I know how it's made", but then I thought - you don't need to eat babies to know how they're made!

And then we got drunk on pink wine and talked about feminism and porn and lesbianism. And we ate dead pig and we're now going going back to watching Hot Fuzz.

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Dear Canberra: WHUT? Just... whut?

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 22:36:15 GMT

Dear Canberra:

I thought I had adjusted. I rejoiced whenever the temperature exceeded 15 degrees celcius, and regarded four or five degrees as perfectly normal. I went to Sydney and laughed at the people on the streets shivering in 18 degree weather. I barely used my thermal underwear, despite my early-season panic.

I thought we had come to an agreement. Spring was boding well.

As I speak, the temperature has not been *below* fifteen degrees celcius for 48 hours (at 7.30am on the 31st, in fact). It was over twenty degrees at 8am this morning! And humid!

Nolove, leaving you for your stormy sticky sister Sydney as soon as possible,

Amy

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OH MY OH MY OH MY GLEEEE!

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 08:44:00 GMT

Canberra Gay and Lesbian Bush Dance

OVER SIX HUNDRED PEOPLE, guys. OVER SIX HUNDRED PEOPLE. BUSH DANCING. In the Yarralumla Woolshed.

This MADE my otherwise pretty crappy day. I AM SO THERE. GAY AND LESBIAN BUSH DANCING. SIX HUNDRED PEOPLE. I AM INCOHERENT WITH GLEE.

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Social win!

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 11:54:29 GMT

OK, you know what? I LIKE MY FRIENDS. I have awesome friends. I keep making new friends, and they continue to be awesome, and, for the most part, work well with my existing friends. Who was it was telling me that I should take official notes every time social stuff does not in fact go awry? (I think it was the infinitely sensible sjazz?)

Alice, aka sommeille, came down to Canberra for the weekend, for the combined purpose of seeing myself and Lucy. Alice is AWESOME ON TOAST. We had a few hours to ourselves, and nattered on about such things as The Wanderer and his man-pain (which I will not be able to take seriously ever again without picturing Alice singing 'this is the way we row the boat'... :D), the joys of substantive adjectives, and Alice's completely batty family. We may or may not have veered dangerously close to D&M territory at times, too, and nothing exploded. Knowing things about one's friends, it's always an interesting experiment. Alice is Good People. I don't see much of her; I'd like to see more of her; but regardless of whether or not this happens, I think I Can Has Good Friend.

Last night, I had a party! It was supposed to be more dinner than party, but I think it's officially a Party if it ends up with teenagers making out on the couch. This is a thing which has never happened to me before! (Being host to such a thing, anyway. Let's not talk about my brief foray into party attendance as a teenager.) I dunno, it's probably a silly standard, but I feel like having parties, or sedate gatherings, as the case may be, at which Stuff Happens (and people go away and remember that time at Amy's place when Stuff Happened and people met and whatever) is an important component of Real Social Life. That it is possible to have such a thing with a handful of people, a mishmash of food, not all that much alcohol, and a high level of geekery is really quite excellent.

Stuff which Happened also included the meeting of Alice and kitsunejin, who turn out to be THE SAME PERSON. Quite different personalities, as anyone who's met them knows, but uncannily similar sets of interests and HILARIOUSLY similar backgrounds. How many sapphically inclined Australian students of Asian studies were born in San Francisco to lapsed Christian fathers and mothers who were the children of communist jews? Much glee was had over this, in English and Japanese, at an extremely fast pace and much to the amusement of Ali and I.

There were six of us, and we were an excellent six. Female homosociality ftw. Uninhibited queerness ftw. It was all very affirming after the demoralising encounter I had on Friday with garden-variety homophobes. At some point in the evening, we'd managed to tangle ourselves up in a giant group hug in my kitchen, and the niceness of it all hurt my heart. Back in my camp-going days, groups of us would wind up sprawled out on the grass or the worship hall floor, or piled up in group hugs, or whatever, and that was what stuck out to me: the sensation that I could spin around and around and crash down in any direction and there would automatically be someone to fall on. The physical proximity goes with the emotional, I guess.

College was a bit like that, at its best. You guys, the group which collected itself around K and I last year, you were like that. I left last year with the horrible feeling that, once again, as soon as I'd found myself a secure network, I was leaving it behind. Cue END OF THE WORLD, reboot Loner Drive, etc. Maybe not that dramatic, but it was a possibility.

Lookit this. Seven months in, and I have a) not lost the network I left behind and b) gathered a new one, which integrates quite nicely into the old one when geographical proximity allows. I had expected it would take years before I found another group amidst whom I could be as comfortable as I was last night - and I would not at all have expected that I could compose such a group myself from disparate acquaintances.

Also, I counted. Excluding workmates, I have exactly one straight friend in this town. Skep, step up and take a bow! ;) That's... quite cool. Especially since I didn't arrange it that way on purpose.

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