Chasing chimeras

So about two weeks ago I posted to LJ about how geeks were awesome and how I needed a certain Wonder Woman shirt. Said post received an anon comment which is almost always one of my parents. (Except the insulting ones. For my own well being I go ahead and assume anon comments bitching out at my are not either of my parents.) I assumed this was joking around until today when Alison comes in with a package as says 'your Wonder Woman shirt arrived.' Insert my confusion and swearing on all things holy that I DID NOT purchase it because, dear lord, like my credit card needs more abuse.

I have a super hot WW shirt, and that is all you need to know. Thanks dad! (Unless it was mum being confusing and not signing as she usually does, in which case 'thanks mum!') My surprise shirt is bringing me joy and it's perfect :D

Hey baby! I'm back in the USSR! And by that I, of course, mean New Zealand. And I thought I had some really fascinating things to say here but now that I'm typing I'm proving myself wrong on that front.

Tasmania was good, if a little weird. Everything was all very the same except for me. And, as predicted, I did in fact have the brightest hair in all of Devonport. (But, of god, Devonport has not escaped the scene kids. They're there as well. Not so much with the emos, but the horrible eighties hair with the lawnmower cuts and the random sections of bleach? Oooh yeah. All over the show.)

Got to see both Arsène Lupin and Golden Compass which is basically so much Eva Green that I was in the land of gorgeous happy. It's a good land.

I'm so glad I don't have to fly anywhere for a long time. I'm rather sick of planes right now, and not entirely fond of car trips either as we drove from one end of Tasmania and then back again. At least I got a few hours with a Nikki and a Lewi at Melbourne on the way over. That was beyond awesome to see them :)

I'm losing days. I thought it was NYE tonight but it's not, is it? Alison is confusing me by telling me there was a party! (Unless there is and it just isn't NYE? I'm so out of the loop!) Or is it, in fact, New Year's Eve? Hello? Where am I? Who am I? Will someone please return me to the Asylum for Wayward Girls before I become a danger to all?