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Thursday, June 30, 2005
i hear them whispering... who, you say? the possums, of course! they're whispering, "oh no. that crazy woman's back!" yes. the crazy woman was very convinced she ran over another possum two nights ago. guilt-stricken (well no, not really... they're stupid) she HAD to check to see if the evidence was lying on the ground, flattened and splattered. fortunately for her conscience (which was on vacation anyway), there was no evidence of the incident ever happening. conclusion = no possums were killed in the making of this story. meanwhile... i had organised for a lunch with angela, her mum - mumma J, and mumma G in town. unfortunately, due to circumstances, lunch ended up being the four of us hurrying to the bakery to grab pies and pasties for the matinee - the knockdown of angela's old house. it's quite an experience watching a house being knocked down by a thingamajig. it's amazing how easy it is to destroy months of hardwork put into building something. angela's dad obviously thought it'd be fun to have a go at knocking down one of the chimneys. boys and big toys... *sigh* things to do in the next 10 days: - finish off scarf - fix earrings - make earrings - make bracelet - learn to solder - paint - learn to make jump rings - finish packing my room oh dear. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 2:27 am  Friday, June 24, 2005
if only... we could ctrl + z in the real world. like for instance, ctrl + z to the time before global warming. coz it's shitting me off. it's so cold, so fucking cold here. and i bet it's so hot, so fuckin hot in KL. the weatherman has definitely chucked a hissy fit. three weeks ago it was the dryest, warmest winter we've had since i-don't-know-when. now it's been pissing down with rain the last week, dropping down to zero degrees during the day, snowing in adelaide hills. i mean... wat the fuck man. wat the fuck. i have finally achieved grandma material status! picked up crocheting last night and started making my nice warm scarf (as a "fuck you" to winter)... and i'm almost one quarter of the way through. it's soooooo addictive! it's like old people's secret drug. ok. i don't reeeeaaally think knitting and crocheting are just for old people ok. i'm not that ignorant. but i am cold. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 2:37 pm Wednesday, June 22, 2005
irrelevant nothings don't you hate it when you choke on your own saliva? i do. i don't know how it happens. it just does. in that one second your saliva slides down the wrong pipe, your eyes pop out and you think, "i forgot how to swallow!" yes. it's dumb. i just remembered something i wanted to share with everybody awhile ago. a little experiment to not try, courtesy of jet's sister, cake (yes... that's what she's called). girls are more likely to relate to this. remember how when you were little, you tried to make dried pressed flowers by putting them in a book and leaving them there for months? yes, well... cake decided she would do it with.... an asparagus... in one of her mum's prized books. now, i must give her credit for originality and creativity. what she didn't count on though... were the juices inside the asparagus to leave stains on the pages and rot. rather than dry. honestly, i wouldn't look at an asparagus and think, "hmm. that would be nice pressed and dried." i'd be thinking, "now how shall i cook it? i'm hungry." Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 2:06 pm Tuesday, June 21, 2005
dirty virgin a pic of the earrings i made the other day. simple but nice. was gonna wear it to the belly dancing workshop but decided against it. i had enough trouble trying to coordinate everything together without extra dangling things flinging in my face.  Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 4:33 pm 4 random retorts
Monday, June 20, 2005
let the left brain go slow... phwoar. look at the cobwebs covering this place. 4 more weeks of stress-free leisure time. 3 of them will be spent back here on kangaroo island. so no slutting it up for me with skanky b and luscious lips for awhile. and it's been a long long while. i've set myself several things to do during the holidays. while skanky b dazzles up her house with fresh paint and murals (i'm so envious!), i shall attempt to: make jewellery paint create jewellery website for mum knit a scarf pack up to move what i've done so far: made a pair of earrings designed the website not tooooo bad for four days. considering the weekend was spent at a belly dancing workshop. now THERE'S a bloody workout. the name “belly dancing” is very misleading. it should be named “killing-your-back-thighs-hips-and-knees dancing”. i kid you not. it looks pretty easy, shaking your thang. but you would not believe the amount of muscle control it involves. i swear i discovered muscles i never knew i had. anyone interested in going for classes with me? forget pole dancing, mish titties. belly dancing definitely has more appeal. and it doesn't require installing a pole and getting pole burns on the thighs from friction!! and many foreseeable pole accidents. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 3:35 pm 1 random retorts
Friday, June 10, 2005
and they all fall down... just watched zatoichi. it was fucking AWESOME. the most well done film i've watched in quite awhile. it tops garden state in my books. i shall rave more about it later... for now, i leave you with a little song sung by a random beggar on the street: grandchild turtle on turtle's back great granchild turtle on grandchild turtle's back if mother turtle falls, child, grandchild and great grandchild turtles fall too i fucking killed myself laughing. you have to watch it to understand. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 2:46 am Wednesday, June 01, 2005
it's a life of toilet bowls so it seems i'm not the only one who's had unfortunate events occur involving a toilet bowl. but i have one that could possibly beat them all. quite possibly. my mother dropped me in the toilet bowl head first when i was a tiny, fat, ugly, wrinkly pipsqueak of several months. such love. she claims it was an accident. i'm starting to wonder... now i wonder... will my life end in the toilet bowl through some freakish misfortune? hmmm... is it written in the stars "lisha shall fall into a toilet bowl and drown in five inches of water." cheerful thoughts eh? Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 11:52 pm 3 random retorts
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