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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Wednesday, December 29, 2004
A cousin of mine, who i got along with quite well because she was as immature as i was at 13 but she was 7 years older, is now a house wife with two small children. What's even stranger is she really seems to enjoy it.
Here are some things I’ve been mucking about with:
I got a metric ratchet set for x-mas. Anyone need anything fixed?
As my grandfather would have said, "You’ll just have to live off the fumes of a kerosene rag."
Our TV has brought us pictures and video of the tsunami that affected southern Asia. Mum and I watched and were able to identify the obliterated remains of the places we had stayed in Sri Lanka as they showed pictures of the port of Colombo, of the fort Galle, and the beaches of Hikadua and Bentota. All of them. None of the reporters are venturing to the east side of the island though. It's understandable- it's the hardest hit and the least economially prosperous area. I assume there’s nothing left. Thursday, December 23, 2004 Sanctuary So this was the first time i've actually wanted to go home to my parent's house and not just for one reason. My friends, i simply can not express what a welcome boredom my parent's home is. I have been organizing my stamp collection. I have never before enjoyed what i usually see as the polarizing zombie death effect of a nowhere impotent suburban life where your neighbors don't know each other. Can you guess it's another oppressively grey snowy day in NW New York? There use to be music in this house,
It's 10:51pm. Is that too late to cook buffalo meat? Nah...Ah majestic hulking beast, thou art beefier than beef.
I still haven't missed anything on TV. I always check when i go to my parent's house, they have cable you see. There is no mystery or truth you can discover in a half hour special, and i'm not saying that just because of programming quality. New freakish trick: Through all the colds i've had this fall/winter, my right eye seems to now be connected to the rest of my nasal passages. When i try to pop my ears, out spurt tears and cold air. Ew. Thus spoke the baby Leviathan: "If you mar my innocence, i'll kill you." Playing in my head right now: "But there's nothing so lonesome so morbid or drear Wednesday, December 15, 2004 Today I: -Found a good adult store in town.
Did you see the Geminids the last two nights?
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Japanese Teas.
I no longer have enough fingers and toes to count the number of introduced species that have run amuck down under. We may have a lot of deadly flaura and fauna but they can’t seem to kill the one’s we don’t need. Fire ants for instance.
You know, maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that fifth latke. I'm going to lie down now. Latke you will be the death of me one day... Thursday, December 9, 2004 I want latkes Uh...Happy Chanukah e. Do you want the same present as last year? Tuesday, December 7, 2004
T.I.A.I.L.W: Lisa Umbarger. She was also an Ewok in her youth. She used the pay to buy her first bass guitar and she also left the Toadies to pursue a 9-5 life. Sounds almost right "Le seul beau moment d’un ouvrage est celui où on l’écrit" - Vigny Monday, December 6, 2004
The bookstore has these little bookmarks with titles like, “Hungry for Hegel?” “Aching for Aristotle?” “Pining for Plato?” The list goes on, but here is the upperclassman’s most immediate view of some of them:
I was thinking much of humanities relational problems would be solved if we could either get over or get rid of body smell, hair and fat.
Winter Ball. The only alcohol they had was the worst kind of bacardi that has ever been put before my nose. I had asked for a nip in my eggnog and ended up not even being able to open my mouth to drink the mix. It was the sort of alcohol you know will make you sick just by smelling it. No thank you. The poor professional bartenders from Second Street had to just sit there dosing out this gross grog. Anyway, I looked at some pretty people, mingled, enjoyed the live music, stole some pomegranates and left. Dances just aren’t fun if you can’t dance with the pretty ladies (or try to). I had some real work to do (i.e. not getting sick). Took some of this Cold Snap stuff Nico gave me a while ago and then some Contact. Not too hopefull.
I had my Junior conference this Friday. I’m still here. It was an example of how subjective others can be about you and your actions. I maybe should have played the pity card more instead of saying shortly in all truth “this is the hardest time of my life so far”. I figured that would have been enough for their purposes, any further into context and it’s not their business and not very polite to be informed of. That and the fact that if you’re not struggling with junior year than I don’t know why you’re here, or if you actually have an academic pulse. I wonder if the outcome of the conference is really because I’ve been much more private in my thinking lately. Even you, little weblog, haven’t heard it from my heart since before summer time. No incriminating or extenuating circumstances to be had here. Must be pretty boring to read then if you know me eh? Thursday, December 2, 2004
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Princess Stephanie of Monaco. Because this weblog needs some rebellious royalty. Nice tats Steph!
There’s a Broadway version of Monty Python out called 'Spamalot' starring Tim Curry. Jeanne is seeing the pre-show in Chicago and has sworn to tell me the details. Wednesday, December 1, 2004
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Carla Speed McNeil. And the world in her head.
Finally seeing technique over force working in Jiu Jitsu! Perhaps it's because I’ve become so sloth like as my body is trying to hibernate. Well at least this proves the value of simply showing up to things. Two more weeks and then more rest then i need!
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