Sunday 21 June 2009

12. juni - geburtstag usw.

Letzte Woche hatte ich meinen 25. Geburtstag. I opened my presents before I went to work which made me all late, haha.

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Got these books by Chimamanda Adichie from Mark' parents. I've read most of 'Half of a Yellow Sun' so far and it is really good. I have been learning lots about Biafra and the Nigerian Civil War.

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Beads from my mummy. Also got earrings that look similar.

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And this scarf. Also, a new black cardigan (super long one!) Got new belt and a stripy top and a pink top/dress from Bec, but they are in the wash and I cannot show you today...

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Mark got me the P.A.M. Perks and Mini fang necklace !!!!!! I have wanted it for so long!

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It is amazing. People get confused by it, it's great. Someone at work went to me "oh, you're into that kind of thing are you?" and I didn't really know what they meant by "that kind of thing" so I sort of went "oh well, y'know" and ambled off quickly. I suppose they mean goffs. Sally at work loves my fangs and we talked for a long while about goffs and going to Whitby and enjoying the old goffic. I miss Whitby a great deal, I realise.

After work I met Mark by Hyde Park and we went for martinis on Crown Street and then went to eat at Bill's (Surry Hills one which is a full restaurant - I'd not been to that one before), which was lovable. Then got a taxi up to the rocks to watch a band at the wharf. Bridezilla played, who we also saw on the bank holiday at the FBi benefit gig. They were good, but I was tired and afterwards we pootled very quickly home to slumber.

This is all to report...since then it has rained....A LOT.

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Got this ring for $5 at Glebe markets a few weeks ago. Woo. Off to watch The Singing Detective on DVD now. Watched 5 hours of it yesterday afternoon while the rain came down! It makes no sense and yet is strangely captivating.

Saturday 20 June 2009

Mark is getting old...

Here is what happened at 10am this saturday morning:

Mark gets into the shower. I am confused....

Anna: "Did you not already have a shower this morning??"
Mark: "No, I've been waiting to have one"
Anna: "But weren't you using the hair dryer earlier?"
Mark: "......no....."
Anna: "But why is your bath towel all wet?"
Mark: ".......ermmm........ohhh......I've already had a shower."

He had genuinely forgotten he'd had a shower only a couple of hours before!!

Monday 15 June 2009

out and about

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Mark and I at the FBi radio fundraiser gig last bank holiday Monday, 8th June.

[ not my photo, taken from http://www.flickr.com/photos/fbi945/3610396077/ ]

http://www.fbiradio.com/

Wednesday 10 June 2009

will pose for $$$$

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new haircut wooo!

It is SO COLD. It was 14 today and is going to be 1 degree overnight apparently!!!! Woe. I am going to wrap up in bed now and read The Wasp Factory until it worries me too much to sleep.

Sunday 7 June 2009

planting passionfruit

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Mark insisted I poladroid all these photos for some reason. They're not too good I'm afraid, the light was starting to go.

After a super-annoying trip to Macquarie Shopping Centre this morning to get some decent soil-y stuff we dug up the side bed and put the passionfruit vine in. It seems happy.

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It looks so teeny. I hope it's ok.

The original photos are on Flickr. You can just about see the state of our lawn in them. After all the rain and walking on it today, it's pretty much just turned to mud :(

We are being naughty and staying up too late to watch the 20/20 West Indies - Australia from the Oval. The weather looks dismal in London. The sun came out here today! I might actually get in bed and let Mark update me in the morning.

Thursday 4 June 2009

whinging pom

Oh hello there.

I am so fed up of winter! It feels so odd complaining so much about it since it still hits 17-18 degrees most days which for most Englishy types in England is lovely and warm. BUT it is just SO COLD?? Things don't really get a chance to warm up properly because of the short winter days, so 18 degrees in wintery Australia feels significantly cooler than the same temperature in summertime UK. The house is freezing because all the older houses here are just made to not get too hot in summer, rather than stay all warm in winter. Mark has taken to wearing two jumpers, a dressing gown, gloves and a blanket whilst working at home, which is an amusing sight to behold. No washing dries and consequently everything just smells of damp the whole time. It doesn't help either that we are now well into our FOURTH WEEK OF RAIN. EVERY DAY. I can't actually remember what the sun looks like? Not good enough, Australia, not good enough. The house is dark and depressing all the time because, like most houses in Australia seem to be, it is built in a way that no direct sunlight comes into the windows (presumably again to prevent excessive summer overheating). WA WA WAHHH!!!!

Ok enough complaining.

We have mostly been sitting in and getting over our colds and watching DVDs. Last night watched Charade, a 1963 thriller with Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant, that Mark's parents got me on DVD when I was in Paris, cus it's set in Paris. It's a good, silly film. Good but silly. I wish they'd remaster it or something though. The sound quality is quite poor, particularly in the first 30 minutes and in the scene on the boat, and the picture quality varies throughout. It's a shame cus it's a good film, I bet there's lots of good, forgotten classic films out there that could be rereleased quite successfully with a bit of polishing up.

Bank holiday weekend this coming weekend, for the old Queen's birthday, would you believe! I intend to do gardening - we acquired a passionfruit vine that needs putting out. I'm pretending it's Bank Holiday for My Birthday. One week tomorrow and I'm 25, officially a bit old. I suppose nothing much changes. I suppose I might have to finally accept the fact that I'm not going to grow out of my bad skin. I've been living for years in the mistaken belief that my greasy, blotchy visage will soon develop into nice, normal, smooth adult skin, and that I'll be able to gander about in public all fresh-faced without a layer of oil-control foundation coating my face for security. But no. Oh well. For any miserable 14 year olds reading this who are currently battling the terrors of adolescent skin, here's a bit of news: IT MIGHT NEVER END!!!!