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Crazy New Years [Jan. 2nd, 2013|08:51 pm]
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New Years this year was supposed to be a quiet affair at home - as you can see from the photo above it didn't quite pan out that way. I ended up out on the town with my flatmate who decided to call in sick for NYDay at the last minute, seeing the fireworks from Milson's Point (first time I've ever actually seen the Sydney midnight fireworks) and then much drunkenness clubbing on Oxford St, not getting home until the sun was up. I don't think I've even been to a proper club in years, let alone on Oxford St so it took me back a bit. Peter ran into an old friend who was selling the horns, so we scored a bunch of free ones - in the end I was wandering around with three sets of horns on my head and they actually looked pretty cool. It was a bit drama filled at the end of the night - at least on the part of the randoms that Peter dragged me along with. But they were all lovely young guys and we just did our best to stay out of it. It's been a long time since I've had a night out and just met so many random people, so it was a great surprise. Poor Sox didn't get her kiss at midnight though...
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Merry Boxing Day [Dec. 26th, 2012|08:54 pm]
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[feeling what? |Full of food]

I had a lovely Christmas this year and Santa was very good to me. I'm starting to enjoy my big family Christmas more and more as all of my little cousins grow up and become less annoying - in fact two of them are quite good to spend time with them. The oldest of my Australian cousins has in recent months decided to stop being orange (she has been quite the laughing stock of the last three or four Christmases due to her obsession with really bad fake tan) - although no arrests, Corey Worthington style parties or trashy inappropriate outfits made for less interesting conversation.

After getting through my first meat-free Christmas with no temptation or regrets at all, I think I'm just about ready to use the label 'vegetarian'. It was relatively pain-free with my family too, much to my surprise. Even my aunt didn't try to start some annoying debate. I feel like I'm about to lapse into another food coma after the Boxing Day lunch at my parent's house.

These days my family more or less provide Santa's wishlists to one another. It makes Christmas shopping a considerably easier experience compared to my past stressful experiences of shopping while trying to find inspiration for the perfect gift for male family members that don't seem to need or want anything. The surprise just comes in finding out who bought which present for who, and of course who the gifts are labelled to and from. This year I received presents from Mum, Dad, Santa, the Tooth Fairy, Dasher, Prancer, Vixen, Mrs Claus, the elves, Mr Raider and my brother used school book labels on his present labelled "Name: Number one Loser, Subject: Losology". My presents were labelled to Idiotus McLoserton, The #1 Loser in all of Loserdom, MooMoo, Doug Down Deep and more. I have no idea why I am including that here...

I had a lovely late Christmas day with my flatmates last night, after Peter arrived home from work around 11. I'm really liking the mix with the three of us, it's working great so far. And I'm really glad to have been ordered to take the day off work tomorrow (even though the whole office had to reorganise our entire leave schedule around it, stupid head office making weird decisions the week before Christmas).

Ok, off to read my new book.

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Cleaning nonsense [Dec. 8th, 2012|03:38 pm]
[Current Location |My bed]
[feeling what? |Energised]
[what's playing? |Paloma Faith - Stone Cold Sober]

I don't know why I don't take afternoon naps more often. I've been trying to get the house clean and fighting through the tired eyes all afternoon. I had the most lovely 8 minute nanna nap in the sun and breeze and now I feel energised and great. I usually just give up on what I'm doing, sit down and watch some TV/have a chat and then the next thing I know five hours have passed and I'm ready to just go to bed. I really need to remember this strategy in future...
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I always thought I was the only one who couldn't set my radio volume to prime numbers! [Dec. 5th, 2012|07:46 pm]
[Current Location |Lounge room at home]
[feeling what? |Bored]
[what's playing? |Nothing...]

I heard someone on the radio yesterday talk about how they can only set their radio volume to numbers that are multiples of 2 or 5. I seriously always thought that was only me! I wonder how many others are out there. Maybe I should set a poll on my facebook. Over the last year I have slowly introduced multiples of 3, but somehow not all of them sit comfortably. 6, 12, 15, 18, 24, 30 are all multiples of 2 or 5 anyway, so they're fine. And I'm happy enough now with 3, 9 and 21. 27 is the one I'm working on. I would be very unhappy with 33 but that's a bit too loud for my ears anyway. In any case, prime numbers are definitely out! What a weirdo...
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Month's goals [Dec. 3rd, 2012|08:26 pm]
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[Current Location |Lounge room at home]
[what's playing? |Saturday Nigh Live on TV - first time I've ever seen it!]

So I've decided to take a leaf out of Dan's book and set myself 31 goals for December - I suppose if I can achieve half of them I'll be pretty happy too.

1. Write on LJ once per week.
2. Finish the Life Story Therapy book.
3. Buy everyone's Christmas presents.
4. Make a new budget now that I have a new flatmate and my rent is cheaper - yay!
5. Clean up my room - it's terrible since I've moved everything in there from the spare room.
6. Catch the train at least once a week.
7. Go to the gym at least once a week (I'll try and be realistic here, more that once a week at this point is very unlikely to happen...)
8. No more than 5 cigarettes in December.
9. Write back to all text messages and facebook messages straight away.
10. Don't eat any meat (I've been a couple of months already, but I figure if I can stick it out for 6 months - and through Christmas - then I can officially classify myself as a vegetarian).
11. Go swimming at the beach.
12. Do my Lumosity brain exercises three times per week.
13. Sent Len a Christmas card in Vienna.
14. Email the real estate agent.
15. Clear out a kitchen cupboard for June (I really should do this today).
16. Catch up with Kim and Ollie.
17. Talk to June and Peter about buying a new fridge.
18. Keep my notes up to date at work (it took so much work to get me there!!)
19. Put up the Christmas tree.
20. Sort out my hard drive.
21. Put my Band Hero drums on ebay (or just throw them out).
22. Take the huge pile of clothes in the back of the car to the Salvos (as they have been in there for about 9 months now)
23. Once that is done, get my car washed and vacuumed.
24. Cook more proper dinners.
25. Buy more freezer bricks (to sleep with in summer).
Wow, I'm finding it really hard to come up with 31 achievable goals!!
26. Get up earlier. Oh, and go to bed earlier.
27. Make an onion and fetta tart.
28. Make cupcakes and use the new cupcake stand that Len got me for Christmas.
29. Take my lunch to work more (note these are all food based goals!)
30. Plan for New Years early enough to do something decent.
31. Stop playing so many stupid phone games.

OK it was hard enough coming up with those, let's see how I go trying to achieve them!!
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The demise of Multiply.... [Dec. 2nd, 2012|09:33 am]
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[Current Location |Bed]
[feeling what? |Overworked]
[what's playing? |None at all - this is very different to the old days of LJ]

So I was looking for an old photo about three days ago and thought that perhaps I had stored it on my Multiply account. I logged in to find a message saying that Multiply is now switching focuses to e-commerce in Southeast Asia and will no longer be supporting social networking. You have until 1st December to export your blog to Blogger and mass download your photos. Of course what this fails to take into account is that I spent many painstaking hours in Europe uploading my photos with captions so that I would remember what everything was. And I have now had to spend many more painstaking hours attempting to store all of my photos, with captions. Not to mention that you lose all of your comments etc.

As angry as I was, I have now finally finished going through my entire Multiply account and saving everything that I wanted to save, but it got me reminiscing about the good old days when I actually used to use it regularly. I wanted to make a post and realised that there was no point because after today it would no longer be there. So here I am back at Livejournal. Hey there Livejournal, it's been a while!

This has been the most crazy, non-stop weekend. It was already going to be so before I found out I had to spend hours sitting at my computer. My flatmate June comes back from a few months of travels today, and my temporary flatmate, Peter, is going to be staying on long term. So I have had to empty out the entire spare room of junk and useful crap alike and find places to store it/ways to get rid of it. That was meant to be a project for last weekend except that I spent most of that weekend hungover and feeling like a zombie (very out of practice!!).

Anyway, somehow around the family birthday lunch, Len's farewell lunch, friend's band's gig, backing up Multiply, I have still managed to get the room cleared out and the rest of the house into a semi-respectable state (apart from the mass pile of junk in the dining room).

I'm actually really looking forwad to the dawn of a new era in my little unit, and the cheaper rent won't go astray (not since they recently put up my rent $105 per week - bastards).

Anyway, maybe I'll be back to Livejournal again soon, or maybe I won't. But it was nice while it lasted at least :)
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Back? [Nov. 8th, 2010|04:10 pm]
[Current Location |Home on my bed]
[feeling what? |Procrastinating]
[what's playing? |Dan Sultan - Get out while you can]

More than four and a half years after my last post on here, I was somehow inspired to write something. Of course I wrote it all and then somehow erased the entire post.

In typical Kelly style, I am using writing as a procrastination tool. However packing for a holiday really should be something I'm excited to do rather than wanting to put off, so it might be just about time to get up!

Until next time (maybe)...

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(no subject) [Feb. 5th, 2006|02:25 pm]
I'm officially giving up on livejournal. I'm not going to get rid of it. Just moving on to bigger and better things


Come visit me!! :)
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dodgy dodgy [Jan. 26th, 2006|01:26 am]
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Tonight I witnessed what I think was possibly the worst piece of television I have ever seen. Standing in the cafe at work tonight, I watched "Australia Day LIve", which was not even held on Australia Day. Not only did they bring together Australia's most dodgy nobody musical acts, but they jam packed it full of a bunch of really bad Australian cliches, like meat pies and zinc and stubbies and cricket. It was a complete embarrassment, and I actually feel humiliated for the sake of any foreigners who watched it and think that Australians actually take ourselves seriously like that. I don't really know how to express this, but it's like when someone acknowledges certain aspect of their personality and it just takes it away from them. If someone walks around saying that they are nice, or that they are particularly cool, you don't really believe it, because if they were really cool they wouldn't even know it. If that makes sense. And that was what they were doing with Aussie culture. The more you acknowledge (in a channel 10 kind of over the top way) that this is what makes us Aussie, then the less it actually does, and the more put on it seems. Anyway...

Aside from the obvious hosts, Andrew G and Gretel Killeen, it still felt like a cross between Australian Idol (except they couldn't even get the bigger name idols like Guy Sebastion or Shannon Noll to come on), and Big Brother's Friday night games. I swear, only on channel 10...

(although, given the resources, I'm sure Triple M could give them a run for their money!)
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the 'loved' is about the interest that has been thrown my way of late ;) [Jan. 24th, 2006|01:50 am]
[feeling what? |lovedloved]
[what's playing? |Jem - Save Me]

I was driving home today and i saw the most insane moon, it reminded me of this picture i once saw and it's version of Moon Face (as a child I envisioned him as more of a full moon than a curvy one - like above). All of a sudden I got thinking about the simple childhood pleasures that was those children (Fanny and Dick if my memory serves me correctly!!) wandering through an enchanted wood and climbing up that Magic Faraway tree into all sorts of different lands. I just loved Enid Blyton as a kid (I suspect I would have just treasured Harry Potter if it was around at the time) and all of those crazy imaginative adventures.

Then I heard the metal that was blaring out of my CD player and it made me think of how much the things that make you happy can change. I cannot possibly imagine sitting down and plaiting doll's hair and having tea parties could possibly excite me these days. I wonder if I have changed so much from that time to now, how much I will change by the time I am 30, or 40. It's strange how the things that make you sad, or angry, or confused also make you happy. There was none of that as a kid. Something was good or bad, fun or not. Now it doesn't seem to have nearly the same effect if they haven't made you cry to begin with. It's all a matter of relativity, the more something conjures up negative feelings in you, the happier you become when it finally works out your way.

You have the most strangely different thoughts and dreams and fantasies at different ages. As a small child I would lie in bed and imagine that I was climbing that magical tree, or flying away in the magic wishing chair. Then you get a bit older and imagine kissing that boy, or being asked out by your crush at school. Older still and all you really fantasise about are the material things you know you will never have, people you will never have and sexual encounters you likely don't even want.

I don't know why I am rambling about this. I suppose I am just saddened by the lack of imagination that exists in adults, myself included. It seems there is not point to dream about something that isn't real. I don't even enjoy fiction novels because whenever I read them, I think to myself "but this never happened, so who even cares what is written?".

It's like I won't even let myself imagine anything too grand, for fear of being disappointed. If I get my hopes up too high about all the great adventures I will be having when I'm overseas, I'll just end up disappointed when it doesn't turn out exactly the same as I imagined. I'm trying to leave my mind as a completely blank slate as far as my expectations for going overseas are concerned. It's incredibly difficult but hopefully it will remain that way.

Anyway, I think it's time to stop this nonsense, I think I must begin to think crazy deeply whenever I am driving or something, because I always seem to come home from work and just want to write and write about nonsense. Ok shall go now
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(no subject) [Jan. 21st, 2006|03:11 am]
[feeling what? |goodgood]
[what's playing? |Paul Mac - sunshine eyes]

I just felt a need to rant my anger towards Arthur Golden. Upon hearing that there was going to be a movie made of Memoirs of a Geisha, I rushed out an bought the book. Having wanted to read it for years, I didn't want to let the movie spoil it for me, so I read it all n the space of a few days, and it really was one of those books you just can't put down. And I'll tell you why. It's because it's all an outright lie. The book has a fictional foreword where it tells of Sayuri and how she decided to tell her story, and where they went to see it, the conditions she had of the publishing of the book etc. etc. The book has a completely different meaning thinking it is at the very least based on a true story. Then after you finish the entire book, there he throws in an additional acknowledgement about how the book and all the characters involved were fictional and his own invention. But wait, it's ok because all the traditions mentioned were based on extensive research and not made up. A bit like the Da Vinci Code really.

I feel completely deceived and angry. Especially because I always knew it was a novel, and then when I read that foreword I assumed I must have been wrong, and saw the book in a completely different light. I would have had a completely different opinion of the entire storyline and the characters had I known. And he probably knew that. The characters were completely unbelievable and everything just worked out way too perfectly for Sayuri every time. Which annoyed me throughout, but I kept thinking, well it if actually happened, what right do I have to criticise it? I probably would have enjoyed it anyway, but just not in the same way, I just wanted to learn something about an areas of life I had very little knowledge of. I at least feel comfort in the knowledge that I know at least two people who were deceived in the same way as me.

I have heard mixed opinions of the movie, so I look forward to seeing it and making my judgment. Not that it needs it. But anyway. I'm just tired and want to go to bed but all my brother's friends are over. The are nice but noise and noise and grr
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happy christmas and merry new year [Jan. 2nd, 2006|11:31 am]
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Anyone want to buy my car? 

I wonder what it feels like to be inside a pickle. I bet it tastes pretty bad. Unless it's a pickle inside a triple cheeseburger...mmm


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