More boxes, tape, and where the hell is that bloody marker?!?!

Oh, the joys of moving!
The house is chaos. I'm not even sure what I'm doing any more. You know when there's a really big job to be done, like cleaning a disasterously messy room, and there's just no plan or sense of organisation to the job?
That's what it's like right now. A bit done over here, start a job over there, wrap up something there, move that four inches to the left, check my email.
The system has dissolved into a mess of newspaper.
It'd be nice to be so extravagantly rich to be able to pay people to pack your house up, move all your stuff and unpack it in the new place. Oh how luxurious!

This will be my last entry in Canberra. (I may post when I visit Canberra, however it is unlikely as visits will only be for a few days and I probably won't have easy web access). Still feeling 'meh' about most aspects of the move. Rather 'gah!' about moving in with Andy though. I cried last night at the thought of having to live with someone. Since overcoming depression, I have really enjoyed living on my own. I'm concerned about being grumpy often and that affecting Andy and not being able to relax because of the constant presence of someone else. I have the ability to adapt pretty well and everyone keeps saying, 'You'll be fine', so I'll try to stop worrying.

On the drive up, my first long distance drive ever, we are taking the inland route. We'll be going through all these crazy country towns. I have visions of the land being all dry and dusty, quintessential Australiana bush landscape. I've also fears of car break-downs and Wolf Creek type characters. Looking forward to all the yummy travel munchies though. Andy bought a bunch of Powerade and Red Eye, he'll be off his face! :p

*BIG HUGS* to all my Canberra peeps, I'll see you around the 23rd of Feb (My birthday weekend *hint hint*).

Guess I'll bugger off and do something productive now.
Over and out.

P.S Where the hell is that bloody marker?!?!

"Well if you're not going to talk to me I'm going to talk to my orange" - Adam (my 14-year-old brother).

T minus one week

Gah! This time next week I'll be on the road, driving to Queensland. Not sure when the most powerful emotions are going to sink in. Not sure I want them to. I might cry, lots.
I'm excited, nervous, happy, stressed and sad but not as much as I could be. I probably shouldn't complain but I usually feel emotions much stronger, thus I'm expecting a big wave to hit me soon.

I've never driven long distance before so, that's going to be a bit scary. I haven't lived with anyone since I was 17 so, that' s going to be a lot scary. I'm a control, neatness and organisation freak. I'm really going to try to go easy with all of that, it's going to take some adjustment though. Say a prayer for Andy's soul?

This is probably the biggest life change for me, ever:
1. Moving interstate, having lived in Canberra my whole life
2. Moving into new house
3. Moving in with partner
3. Starting a PhD
4. Starting at new uni

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to cut down on those anti-depressants last month? I hate change and I predict lots of stress and anxiety. Once the stress and anxiety exhausts me, I get depressed.

Ok, so I'm probably sounding all whingy. I'm excited and happy and stuff. Just have a lot of emotions to work through and trying to deal with them before they bite me on the arse.

My friends keep telling me they're proud of me. I'll focus on that. Go me! :D

"Well if you're not going to talk to me I'm going to talk to my orange" - Adam (my 14-year-old brother).

January's funniest porn titles

Wow!
I got two votes for last month's bunch, one from Desci who said, " I'd say 'The Ole' In And Out' for the vaguely vaudevillian/good eld chyappy connotations." and one from Randomgit, "I vote for Crack Her Jack, it has a fresh and amusing take on old world ad charm."
Thus, I declare a tie. I did like how their reasons for voting for the titles were kind of similar. Hmmm, a prize* of a box of crackers (for Git) and a Monty Python vid (for Desci).

This month, I might even get THREE votes!

Here are the titles in no particular order:

'Anal Dancing'
Like Sarah-Marie's bum dancing, I wonder?

'Kissing and Pissing Under the Counter'
"The Dice of Vice Roll Everywhere" I'm not even sure what any of that means. It's 'foreign' so I put it down to bad translation.

'London Cunt Hunt'
We're going on a cunt hunt, we're gonna catch a big one. I'm not scared.

'Big Sausage Pizza'
Only $17.95 delivered with coke and garlic bread. Seriously, the chick on the front looks like she's never eaten pizza or sausage in her life.

'Slutty Housewives of the O.C'
Opposed to the regular O.C housewives?

'Black Pipe Layers'
May or may not be about plumbers.

BONUS TITLE: This one isn't so much a funny title, as an utterly ridiculous, thus humourous concept.
'Paintball Warriors'
I've seen paintball bruises. You don't want those on bareskin.

Vote dammit! Now!

*Prize does not actually exist.

Let them eat bread!

Deeks Bakery and Cafe has opened a store in Dickson (opposite the Post Office), in addition to their long-running Pierce store.

I got rather excited when I discovered this the other day. Being gluten and lactose intolerant bread is not part of my diet and sorely missed. There are products available, but they are rather sub-par and crumble like a dry muffin.

ALL of Deeks' products are gluten free and all of the breads, except two, are lactose free. I was torn between the sundried tomato and basil bread and the herb and olive bread. It really would have been nice to try them all, but finances aren't so free at the moment.

I purchased the herb and olive bread, I also enquired about the cakes, asking if any are lactose free. The biscuits are, but currently all of the cakes contain lactose, Deeks' is, however "always working on new products".

I sliced up my bread on arriving home and had it with some nuttleex. Delicious!
It didn't crumble into a million pieces and had a soft texture. Sure, it's not exactly like a slice of 'normal' bread but it's the best darn gluten free bread I've ever had.

I look forward to having some grilled, which I might do right now ;)
I also look forward to trying more of the breads and other goodies from the bakery.


"Well if you're not going to talk to me I'm going to talk to my orange" - Adam (my 14-year-old brother).

Fall-off-the-bed-and-into-the-wall insurance

I'm clumsy, really freakin' clumsy. I'm kinda big, really unco and don't carry myself well. I hurt myself a lot. So far, other things, such as the inanimate objects I injure myself on, remain unscathed.

Andy was buying insurance for the new house, the salesperson offered him 'accidental damage insurance' or as they refer to it in the office 'klutz insurance'. Andy lovingly informed me he thought of me, particularly the time I fell off the bed and into the wall.

I assured him that the wall was fine, and it was me who came off second best. He retorted that the wall was concrete and they're not as solid in the new house.

"Hello, yes. I'd like to make a claim on my accidental damage insurance. My partner has just fallen off the bed and dented the wall."

What insurance do you need? Got-the-shits-and-smashed-the-dishes insurance? The-puppy-chewed-my-shoe insurance (Kerces, I'm looking at you ;))? Got-drunk-and -lost-my-keys-insurance?
Go on, share, what personalised insurance cover would suit you?


"Well if you're not going to talk to me I'm going to talk to my orange" - Adam (my 14-year-old brother).

December's Funniest Porn Titles - Update

See the titles here.
Please vote before Wednesday Jan 17 evening (AESDT), so I can put up January's lot before I get too tired and grumpy about moving.
Thankyou.

Decisions, decisions. - Update

It has been a tough week. I emailed QUT to inform them of my decision to undertake my PhD at UQ. QUT then offered an extra $5000 per year if I were to study with them.

My Pop was very opinionated on the topic and made me feel like I would be letting him down if I didn't attend UQ.

UQ is unequivocally the best academic option, however money is incredibly tight right now. I will owe Andy thousands after the move, and, well, money is nice.

Yes, it is possible that by attending UQ I could earn more down the track however now is when I need the money.

I made a number of enquiries and I think I have decided to attend QUT.

Andy was really fantastic, avoiding opinionated comment and giving impartial advice.

This dilemma has caused me to fell anxious and depressed. But, yes, I think it's going to be QUT.

Blogging can be quite cathartic.

That is all.

UPDATE: I have now decided to attend QUT. I will be in the Creative Industries Faculty at the Kelvin Grove Campus. I have already been offered tutorial and research assistant work.


"Well if you're not going to talk to me I'm going to talk to my orange" - Adam (my 14-year-old brother).

The system was down

In a cruel act of irony, after I had posted a comment on TSSH, after the site had been down for a number of hours, my internet disconnected.
To my dismay I had run out of home phone credit. I was without the webs!!!

I wasn't able to get home phone credit until this morning and was without the internet for over 12 hours. I have a serious dependence on the internet. I was slightly anxious and bored shitless. I seriously need to spend less time on this freakin' thing!

I will try and have a computer free day once a week. This is not healthy!

"Well if you're not going to talk to me I'm going to talk to my orange" - Adam (my 14-year-old brother).

Decisions, decisions.

It has been a tough week. I emailed QUT to inform them of my decision to undertake my PhD at UQ. QUT then offered an extra $5000 per year if I were to study with them.

My Pop was very opinionated on the topic and made me feel like I would be letting him down if I didn't attend UQ.

UQ is unequivocally the best academic option, however money is incredibly tight right now. I will owe Andy thousands after the move, and, well, money is nice.

Yes, it is possible that by attending UQ I could earn more down the track however now is when I need the money.

I made a number of enquiries and I think I have decided to attend QUT.

Andy was really fantastic, avoiding opinionated comment and giving impartial advice.

This dilemma has caused me to fell anxious and depressed. But, yes, I think it's going to be QUT.

Blogging can be quite cathartic.

That is all.



"Well if you're not going to talk to me I'm going to talk to my orange" - Adam (my 14-year-old brother).

I'm in, baby!

I've just been formally accepted into the University of Queensland! They had a weird condition on their offer letter that didn't make much sense. They've since received my transcript and I'm in! :D

An admin type email regarding enrolment ect. said I might not get paid til up to four weeks after my commencement date. Things are already pretty tight so this kind of sucks. When I take my reimbursement form for the move in I'll make puppy-dog eyes at them and have a sook and see if that gets me anywhere.

Now I have to get in touch with QUT and un-accept their offer, and email all the academics who helped me out with my proposals and applications. That can wait til Monday.

On another note, my house looks like a bomb site, but at least I stopped procrastinating about packing and it's moving along nicely.

"Well if you're not going to talk to me I'm going to talk to my orange" - Adam (my 14-year-old brother).