honeyspider: (|| DD: Just say we were lovers)
Last night we had a combined birthday party for Lara and Alison, and I made them a cake. BEHOLD!

cake! )

To be fair, Woot made the actual cake itself since I was just doing to make a flat one but he decided 3D was the way to go. I really didn't think it was going to survive - you can't tell but it's on an impressive lean. It was delcious though and you can tell it's meant to be a Tardis so that's all that matters really. (The both of them are big Who fans, obviously. I only like old Who but I liked making the cake!)

Tomorrow (except it's today now because it's gone 5am) I have an appointment with a dental specialist to talk about a wisdom tooth. I need to get it removed but it turns out that the root is wrapped around the nerve or something so the dentist point blank said he wouldn't take it out. Which... fun. The appointment tomorrow is $200 and that's just for an x-ray and the guy telling me what I can do about it. I dread to think how much the actual removal is going to cost. It literally makes me whole body tense up just thinking about it. (The tooth I got pulled the other week only cost me $140 and I honestly almost cried with relief in the dentist chair.)

Money stress! Everyone loves money stress! I am currently earning $30 under what my rent is which is not at all stressful and making me constantly worried - who would worry about such a thing as that! The current reason for my lack of funds is actually a bit ridiculous - it's because I got a job. I was working a temporary typing position and since I'm on a government benefit I had to declare that money. Which would be all fine and dandy but the job paid fortnightly and the benefit pays weekly, and if you don't declare your earnings every week they have to fine you for it. But if I declared it by the week then I would have a week in between where I had no money whatsoever. Fun, right?

But I'm not working that job anymore and hopefully the next one I find will be weekly! (Not that jobs are exactly easy to find right now. Christchurch being earthquake city it's kind of difficult to find jobs unless you're in the construction business. That one is booming!)

It's my birthday in two weeks-ish and Lara made me put together a list of things I wanted that she could pick from. The list turned out to be all books and comic-related things. I'm rather predictable. (If I was her I'd just pick whichever thing was cheapest. I'm not really fussed about getting presents but she enjoys giving them.)

Speaking of comic books, I went to the Armageddon Expo a few weeks back, which is the geeky sci-fi/fantasy/comics/anime etc etc event we have here each year. It's not exactly ComicCon but we're a wee little place so I suppose that's fair. I even made a costume this year

costumes! )

Am I not the spitting image of Jean Grey? (After she'd eaten all the other X-Men, obviously.)

Further comic book ramblings: CAPTAIN AMERICA 2: WINTER SOLDIER. Holy shit, Winter Soldier SO EXCITE! It was pretty obvious from the first movie that they were going to eventually bring Bucky back and do the whole Winter Soldier in some way, but still I'm excited by the confirmation! All I need is Bucky/Natasha, you guys. IT'S ALL I WANT IN THIS WORLD. Please please please let me have my comic book true loves on screen! I know it's not likely since Avengers was really setting up Black Widow/Hawkeye as the pairing but BLACK WIDOW/WINTER SOLDIER THEY ARE THE MOST BESTEST LOVERS IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. (Or, at least, in comics. No comic relationship is better... except for Carol Danvers/Jessica Drew - shh! It's real! Shut up!)

Lara and I are both really excited for Silent Hill 2 as well. In my case I don't know why since I am terrible at horror movies! And having now watched the trailer I have even less doubt of my ability to actually make it through the movie without crying in fear. Terrible at horror movies! Atrocious! And yet... want. We're going to go to the movies to see it: this is a Bad Idea. The last horror movies I saw at the cinema were House on Haunted Hill and Thirteen Ghosts, both of which still sort of haunt my memory to this day. So... yeah... cool.

It's started raining. This means busing to appointment adventures in the rain. Always fun!
I don't need to panic! I DO NOT NEED TO PANIC.

I'm totally panicking.

Travelling always does this to me! Ali is going out and went and had coffee whereas I am running around the house in a tizzy worrying. I'm not even PACKING, I'm just worrying. This would be much more productive if the packing was actually happening. Alison reminds me that it's still 20 hours until we go but I am NOT COMFORTED.

Blaaah, I am rubbish. (I do this same thing before we have drinkies here as well. I run around the house flailing that the house isn't ready for people! CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!)

Anyway, we're off to Nimbin tomorrow and we even scored an airport ride from Ali's parents. It's like we're being passed between the parents. Alison's dad will drop as off at international and then my dad will pick us up and maybe we should have those cute little Unaccompanied Minor stickers. (I hated those name UM stickers. They meant you had to sit in a crappy little room with air hostesses while all the grown ups got to go explore the airport. All I wanted to do as a flying kid was have McDonalds, was that too much to ask? I'm digressing like whoa here.)

Ali's dad is coming to rip our deck up: HOLY CRAP EXCITING! I am so not packing when I could be watching that! I want to see what sort of crazy shit they're going to find underneath it. Wish me monsters!

Panic and procrastination - I am made of GLORY.
I'm totally doing my washing not on the night before I fly internationally! HOW FREAKING ORGANISED AM I RIGHT NOW??

Because usually? I end up having to pack damp clothes because they're still in the process of drying, especially in winter when it's always raining. But BEHOLD! It's a beautiful day outside and I'm awake in the morning times to Get. Shit. Done.

I AM A MOTHERFUCKING GROWN-UP.

Aaaand while I wait for the machine to be done I'm going to curl up on the couch with tea and Farscape ♥

(Raen! When you get home remind me we need to find garb for Gwen!)
Lewi has come over to visit Lara (and us a little bit, but mostly Lara!) and he's teaching me how to play Silent Hill like the n00b I am. Which involves a lot of swearing at the screen when the monsters show up, insulting their mothers and sexual proclivities. (Turns out, when monster killing, I turn into a raging misogynistic who yells things at the screen like "die, you fucking whore beast from hell! FUCKING EAT MY BAT!" Which is... a little concerning for my inner mental state, I'm sure.)

I have discovered two things about this game so far. First that, oh my god, is there a shit load of walking around. Down streets, in buildings, walking walking walking gimme more monsters! (So I can panic.) And secondly, the protagonist that you play, James? A complete and utter walking Doesn't Deserve To Live. Oh, so stupid! So stupid! Let me count the ways.

I now present: James is a douche, in list format )

I might understand all this if he were some super cool marine dude before coming to Silent Hill, but he was a regular freaking guy! He has no badassary excuses!

Also, at some angles, he looks like Edward Cullen. No one else seems to see this, but I do. I SEE IT. And it means my desire to help him remain alive is even less. Damn he and I being the same person!
NEIL GAIMAN IS THE BEST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. How's that for cementing my gothness in a wonderfully cliche manner?

Just got back from Wellington and I lack the awesome to actually say anything of use about it. Except in very short and simple format:

Amanda Palmer concert on Friday night = MADE OF FUZZY WARM LOVE
(Even if there were some dickheads in the audience and she was tired it was still amazing, just as Amanda always is at her shows.)

Neil Gaiman talk and signing on Saturday = MADE OF FANGIRLISH GLEE AND HAPPY
(He is a god among not gods and I haven't been so excited about seeing/meeting someone for a very long time. And despite the book signing being almost four hours long he was utterly gracious and smiling the whole time.)

This sound installation at the City Gallery Wellington = MADE OF INCREDIBLE.
(In fact, if you reside in Wellington go to the gallery and check it out.)

Sweet Mother's Kitchen cafe = MADE OF CURLY FRIES WHICH ARE MADE OF PIG'S TAILS.
(Delicious, delicious New Orleans food and the mood there is just so warm.)

And now there is home and my own bed. Oh! Bliss!
This weekend I'm going to get to see Neil Gaiman. It's only started really kicking in in the last day or so and now I'm sort of like !!! about it. NEIL. MEETING NEIL. I think I might faint, you guys. He's so !!!

I'll also be seeing Amanda Palmer on the same weekend and then again the next weekend. I feel so shiny and awesome. And tonight we're finishing Battlestar and that is pretty damn shiny as well.

Life is sweet. I'm kind of thrilled to be a part of it right at this moment.
On Friday we (Alison, Ness, Sam, Tim and myself) did the road trip thing from Christchurch across to the West Coast to spend the weekend at Alison's family's bach at Lake Kaniere. (For the non-New Zealanders reading, bach = holiday home. I don't know if a bach has to be on a lake/beach to be a bach. This might be information a local needs to provide here...)

The trip across is about three and a half hours and we all squished ourselves into Tim's car, the three of us in the backseat dozing off and waking when we hit the bumps in the road that sent our heads smashing into the roof.

'Alright, you've proved your journey, in photo format.' )
I am all packed and ready to go home to Christchurch. This time mum has promised not to bring me back a week later again. Which is good, because that would make me miss Faire and I wouldn't hold with that.

And now bed so I can be up in the morning for the hour ride to the airport and then the rest of it. If all goes to plan I'll be landing in NZ before Friday begins.
The blindingly fantastic [livejournal.com profile] artemisofluna has once again DUMPED ME HORRIBLY AND ABANDONED ME TO BE A TEARY MESS left our New Zealand shores. We had rather a whirlwind time with her (a week is nowhere near long enough!) and the number of DVDs (as well as kettles and electric frying pans) has doubled... or maybe more than doubled in regards to the DVDs. Girl love her TV shows. We had Mexican Cafe times, showed her the entirely of The Mighty Boosh, lay in the Gardens and dozed in the sun, shopped for sensible grown up house things, jumped all over beds that didn't belong to us, consumed our weight in popcorn, and failed to find a coffee maker that suited our requirements. The LFoD requests that she come back right now and play more.

NaNo news: I've not written a word since Lara came over - as is fair - and now I have to write about four thousand a day if I want to finish. And I do, so I will. But... not right now.

August =

Aug. 30th, 2009 09:20 pm
He's a really short post to cover a lot of stuff: Australia was freaking amazing and I already miss being in Nimbin and seeing my parents, all three of whom rule with an iron fist of pure awesome and love.

Lara was here for the last four days and it was FANTASTIC and Alison and I very nearly didn't let her go home to her darling Lewi at all. SHE'S OURS, HOR! OURS!

The first night of the 48 Hour Party (the only night I attended) was good fun and I ate all of the vodka jellies.

Tuesday there is a teaparty and I will be the Cupcake Queen.

:D

Aug. 13th, 2009 07:33 pm
Bitches, this is bed-lounging weather.

And there's been dentist visits and wine and cocktail parties and good food and Byron Bay and shopping and goth shops and steampunk pocket watches and general awesome but I lack the energy to make any real post about that until I return to NZ.
Oh wow, Alison's computer chair is so much more comfortable than mine. I am stealing this for my room. No one tell her. I am bored and waiting for my computer to stop doing scanny things, which means I'm stealing Ali's computer and I hate typing on keyboards that aren't my own. They give me chronic fail.

I'm bored and trying to kill time.

Has anyone else seen the trailer for Dorian Gray? I'm so very seeing it (Hello, Ben Barnes is delicious) but watching it convinced me further than even though I've read The Picture of Dorian Gray quite a few times and love it, I have no freaking idea what this movie is about. But it seems like it might be so far from the book plot that I won't even be sitting there going 'that's not right!' So whatever, I'm there for the Victorian outfits and the pretty. I cannot resist such things.

Today I have things to be doing! I have to deposit checks and get a flu jab and pick up things from the chemist and all sorts of exciting shite! Because on Sunday I am off to Oz!

My father has promised me a cocktail party filled with drunk hippies when I get there. Sweeet.
One of my favourite things in the world is bussing on a hangover. Oh baby, there is nothing more exciting. (I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.) But I have no progressed from my deadly morning times to now just feeling kinda groggy instead. But that's fine because Ali and I have Buffy season three to be watching and junk food to watch it with. TAKE THAT, WORLD. Nothing can make anything bad right now.

Party last night was really good and people were to bright and colourful. For those who are unaware I was wearing FLUORO ORANGE TROUSERS. That's a sight that you will never see again. People were fun and awesome - Dollhouse, I ♥ you and your parties.*

Tonight I sort out travel details for August and then I can email parentals about flights. I am going to rock Sydney and Nimbin ♥

*Me: Hey, they all live in the Dollhouse... but that don't really exist in an innocent childlike state.
Alison: *snort* That would be the very opposite of what they are.

TV, you lied to me again.
The flat is currently caring for a toddler overnight and I have discovered that of all the talking I do at him (definatly 'at' because he's too little to converse) his favourite word above all others is 'necromancy.' Necromancy makes him giggle and clap his hands.

I have high hopes for this child.

But because there is a limit to how many times I can fall on the floor when he pretends to kill me (CHILDREN ARE EXHAUSTING) I am hiding in my room with tea and gorgeous female singers. Sadly, those are only in picture form.


With the gorgeous of Emilie Autumn, Amanda Palmer, Christina Scabbia and Simone Simons )
On Saturday night there was a Heroes and Villains party. So I say to myself, Self, who is the most bestest and sexiest villain?

The answer is, of course, The Hitcher. He will, after all, harness the powers of evil to abuse you. In song format.

I'm a cockney... I'm a cockney... )

A few people got who I was. Everyone else was just confused to why I kept speaking to them in a bad cockney accent and threatening to put them in dolphin suits...
LFoD drinkies tonight means I have to clean my room. As one can understand this is a horrible thing for me to face and I have to remove to poets so I can vacuum. (Rats? Strangely not fond of the very loud sucking machine. Who would have thought it?) Uuuuugh, task too daunting. Abort. Abort.

Slave auction and party last night was pretty damn awesome even if I was - shock horror - sober. (See, mum? Totally not a drunk ;P) Had heaps of fun actually and did my regular trick of stealing leather jackets from the nearest male. It remains one of my very favourite games.

I want to end this on something really witty, but alas I have nothing.

EDIT: Hats make me look like a twat.

Rock on, my bitches.

\m/>.<\m/
Oh man, I wish I was making cupcakes right now. Raen's icon makes me crave them like mad but since we're shopping this afternoon the pantry will be rather empty of cupcake making supplies at the moment. But there will be cupcakes for the drinkies this Friday. Because we are a ladies flat and we do ladies things, like brightly decorated cupcakes. And metric shit tons of tequila. I'll throw some of those little silver balls into it all.

First medieval feast was good although by the end I felt like I was going to explode from the amount of food I'd eaten. Especially the pottage cheese and bread. We stole more from the table next to us. And then after the feast we came back to the LFoD and watched the last two Batman movies. Batman Forever was a lot better when I was twelve. I remember them being a very good movie. How very very wrong I was. And we all already expected the horror of Batman and Robin, for no one has the power to block the ice-related puns from memory. We marked them all down on the sliding door in the living room so we will never forget. Someone who wasn't me also drew a stick man doing obscene things to Catwoman. Can't trust any one these days.

Alison keeps making fun of Baudelaire for being the Goodyear Rat. Poor thing! He's going to get a rodent self esteem issue, the little fatty.
Oh, hello bedroom. You are fantastically wonderful and not full of leaves and lack any sort of deflating bed.

I returned this afternoon from Canterbury Faire, the ever-fantastic week long medieval event. And while I was happy to leave behind sleeping in a very small tent with Raen, I shall miss the rest of it.

I ate so many pies. Mmmm, pie. And Turkish coffee. I wish I had one now because I'm quite asleep even after falling into my bed as soon as our return to the LFoD.

And while it is not medieval, human croquet is serious amounts of fun when played :)
Alcamahol makes the happiness happen! Aaaahhhhh.

I'm half packed, and the rest can be...ummm... laterers! (My suitcase is a hilarious sea of black.) For now is drinkings time!

Tomorrow I go to Nimbin and I am SO PLEASED. Nimbin! Yay! It is, in fact, one of my favourite places in the whole world. Made of pretty! Even if I am shit-poor, I don't care!

The rest of the LFoD are currently watching Greenwing, but since that is one of the British comedies I don't do I just get to drink and listen to music. Mmmmm, Maynard. He makes the sexy happen in the music. Sequioa said she was going to come over and join me once she'd showered, so I'll just sit here and imagine her naked and wet and writing until then. Oooooh yeeeeeah.

(Darker London: Alison is God and Master of my characters. I've told her she's allowed to do whatever she likes with him. You know, as long as it's in character. If I come back and find that Jude is a giggly pornstar and Scarlett a raving cock-whore, I'm going to be displeased.)
I think my spam filter has been eating emails that aren't actually spam >_< I only just discovered this today, because as if I'm dedicated enough to sort through the millions of spams I get every day. But hopefully I've fixed it now and it won't eat things anymore. So if you've emailed me and I never replied: Hi! I'm not being rude! I probably just didn't know! (It's gmail being rude.)

The sun is glaring in my window and making it rather difficult to see the screen. But I will soldier on through the hard times, baby. Because in nine days I'll be in Nimbin, so how can anything possibly be bad about that? Nimbin, baby! And mum's currently booking me tickets for Christmas in Tassie. I am a jet setting superstar and you better believe it, cupcake.

Mmmm, I wish I had a cupcake.

I am currently downloading Into the Woods, because my DVD of said musical is beyond dead. (Yes, Sequoia. A MUSICAL. Try not to vomit directly on your screen.) Downloading is taking forever. Grargh. But then Raen and I are going to sit round, eat crap, and sing along to fairy tales. I am SO HARDCORE you can barely comprehend it.

Aaaaand an email from mum just now informs me that Tasmania is 18th - 29th of December. Holy shit it's going to be weird to be back there.

(PS to Raen: Hilary Rhoda + Crystal Renn = Totally sisters. y/n?)

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