Gooney Goo Goo

On Sunday my friend, Cecile, asked me if I wanted to go to Bondi Beach with her. I had plans to go to church that day and I didn't feel like taking an hour long bus ride to the beach, either, so I declined. A few hours later she texted me and asked if Leonardo DiCaprio and Tobey Maguire were still in Sydney because she was sitting next to two Americans that looked like them. I told her they sure were here and that she better go get some phone numbers for us. Naturally, she didn't believe me and was too shy to go talk to random strangers. She was taking pictures of these guys to send to me and some bulky guy went up to her and asked her to step away and stop taking pictures. 

Yeah. Once the bodyguard struck, we knew who it was fo sho. So of course I am mad at myself for being too lazy to go to the beach and go get my bathing suit on in hopes of meeting some celebs. While getting ready I saw the Clemson-USC game was on, so naturally I had to watch a few (a very few) minutes of that and drink some vodka. I figured a little liquid courage wouldn't hurt things with Hollywood A-listers and I had to honor my Tigers. So after seeing how dismal the footy was, I went ahead to the beach, with backup meeting me there. An hour later (3:30) I arrive and Cecile tells me that they freaking left at 2.  Seriously, Leo? And you, Spider-man?! How could you? I make the damn effort to leave the house and pick out the PERFECT bikini AND I've been working out and you LEAVE? COME ON. If either of you wants to marry this girl, you have GOT to be more considerate. I reminded Karen that I am still waiting on that BBQ with Leo and I intend on reminding Josh and Pippy (the mutual friends of mine and Leo's) that this has to happen. Or at the very least a poker night. Where I take enough money to not work for the rest of my life and perhaps woo someone nearly 15 years older than I am. It worked for Blake Lively. 

I can be Lively too. Anyway...

Thanksgiving was boring. I didn't cook because I am mentally insane but I DID go to a great little pub and have beef pie. YUM. With gravy. And smashed peas. Delish. 

For "Chrissy" I am tagging along with the fam to go to Forster's Beach. 
 
Yeah. That's real nice. They offered me time off but I thought, you have GOT to be kidding. You cannot get rid of me when you invite me to a place like that. 


That's all for now. I took some video of Piper so you can hear her voice, but I am not sure how it turned out. If it's good, I'll post it shortly! Love to you all.

And remember: I'm willing to accept dares if you think you can come up with any fun ones!

What am I supposed to do when I walk past someone on the sidewalk/footpath? Have you ever had that moment when you saw someone walking the opposite way you were going from a really far away distance? It's terrible. Where are you supposed to look when you know you are both going to eventually meet? I try looking to my right but there is only a boring house which he will know I am not interested in. I look to my left which if I am lucky has some interesting car situation going on, but more than likely does not. I try looking at him/her/them but then I feel like I am looking for a fight. I try the ground but that says "I am weak and vulnerable" and I am NOT. This person must realize that I could pose a severe threat to his life, and looking at the ground while he passes me is not going to help convey that thought. So where do I look? My innate sense of curiosity tells me to look at the person as he passes because I want to know what he looks like and judge them/what sort of threat he poses. So what is normally done in this situation?


Today I started to giggle right in the middle of passing someone because I was so awkward and then I felt weird just laughing to myself down the street. Then on my way home I passed several boys who eventually made really awkward noises and I was really close to threatening their lives, but I refrained. What's a girl to do? Honestly...


A little lot bit drunk..........

Day Drinking!

Kitchen's a mess, my room's a disaster but I am currently downloading the rental of Harry Potter 7 part 2 and going to get a bottle of wine to go with it. I have to say I am pretty excited. On the bright side, I ran today for the first time in ages and my GOSH I miss it! Can't wait to start a regular routine. (I will...)






Anyway. While trying to decide whether or not to go get wine I thought, "what would Lindsay Bluth do?"


YAY!

Turkey Panic

Well, last night I had a really great time in Sydney. I went on my first ever party bus. It's basically an old bus with gaudy lights flashing, a DJ, and like 100 drunk people stuffed inside. It took us from pub to pub for 5 hours. Such a fun time! I met a lot of really wonderful people and almost accidentally participated in a Kama Sutra  positions contest at one of the bars.


This week is Thanksgiving and I'm quite bummed I won't be home to drink and eat and be merry with the fam. I adore this holiday because my entire alcoholic and food fanatic family pulls out all the stops for Turkey Day and it's always a good time. Almost as good as Christmas when my cousins and aunt try to get too drunk to leave the house and end up passing out to the sweet sounds of Christmas carols, Gramps being surly about something, Jay and I causing trouble, and a certain uncle being pervy.


Anyway, I was really looking forward to cooking something for the Extrems but as it is, I am scared that if I tried I will not only botch the entire meal but also have panic attacks over whether the meat is cooked, not cooked enough, or overcooked. Instead, I may end up making a tiny T Day dinner for myself because if I poison myself I won't care as much. Is it rude to not share something that may end up delicious and wonderful or, alternatively, may put them into the hospital if I screw it up? I realize that there are meat thermometers to avoid situations like this but I believe my anxiety is way past the help of any thermometer. Not to mention that I'm pretty sure Karen already thinks I'm a scary cook. For the record: packaged microwave rice doesn't exactly work the same as uncooked rice when you throw it into a sauce.

I sort of want to do a drunken post so maybe that can be my next goal! I know that alcohol and internet/social networking never mix but I think in this case....


Remember: Irish accents are dangerous.

I'll Open a Movie Theater

Okay, I have just returned from what may be the best movie experience I have ever had. I got to see Breaking Dawn a day earlier than the US and that just makes me happy. I feel so special. I bought my ticket a couple days ago for the 10.30 am showing. I didn't realize it at the time but I had bought a "gold class" ticket. Apparently, Gold Class has only about 25 chairs, all large, comfy Lazy Boys, a table per every two loungers and a bar/restaurant as you enter. You order what you want (one mimosa and popcorn, thank you) and they deliver it whenever you want. Beginning, halfway through, whatever. IT'S BRILLIANT. I have decided that I will open one of these wherever I live. It is my calling in life. I was so happy I could hardly stand it and the movie hadn't even started yet. 

Now, the movie. The acting was completely superior to that of the previous movies. I am so astonished. Kristen Stewart SMILED! And it was great! All of it was great! Each character's emotions, the wedding, reception, honeymoon, birth. Uh. I was so pleased. I am just too happy! I will probably go see it again tomorrow or something. You know me, this is not abnormal. And until then I may just watch the other Twilight movies....

Actually, I will more than likely  be stuck in my book The Hunger Games. It is so wonderful and so exciting that I am surprised I was able to put it down long enough to type this. If you haven't read it, do it, and if I don't convince you, let the kick ass movie trailer do it. There is no way that movie will be less than fantastic. It is funny though, I have the UK version of the book and things are jumping out at me that the US version didn't have. Every measurement is set in the metric system. They have turned phrases so instead of "Let's not pretend..." they say "Don't let's pretend..." It's just a very interesting way to read a book. I think I will have to try it with Harry Potter.

While I am on my obsessions, I have to talk about Pinterest. It's the neatest thing. It's like a series of bulletin boards of your favorite things. Everything from favorite youtube videos to DIY projects to fashion. Whatever your little hear desires. And you can look at your friends' posts and either judge them for their terrible fashion sense or repin something of theirs and pretend it was your idea. Pretty spectacular website. 

Okay, now that I have caught up on the trivial stuff, I am off to play then very soon I will post something much more entertaining. Day to day life has not been hysterical recently, but I will make it funny. Don't you worry. 

And remember: A day without alcohol is no day at all!

happy november!

Well, hello! 


So the Halloween cruise was a success. Tons of people, albeit backpackers, but was still fun. I met an Irish fellow which you can be sure made my day. The thing is, I met him first on the bus because he commented on my costume. I probably looked pretty skanky seeing as how I had a on a trench coat and fishnet "nurse" stockings and heels. Probably looked like I was headed to a job, and I do believe I got judged by everyone as I went in Target to buy my bus ticket. :/ 
He observed that I must be celebrating Halloween and that he was going on a cruise but was waiting til he got to his friend's house to change. Now, why didn't I think of that? Honestly. I felt like an idiot for 15 minutes waiting on the bus after I had to endure stares from the ancient, the young, and the judgmental. I felt so much better when I got to the boat with all my other costumed peeps. Did I mention that Aussies don't really celebrate Halloween?


After the cruise I did meet a guy who later told me that he wished unkle cracker's "follow me" would come true for me. Ah. I debated about whether or not to share this on the internet, but it's too priceless and if you insist on making me hear things like that I have no problem with showing your ridiculousness to the world. Not to mention, that dumb song was stuck in my head the rest of the day which just really irritated me. And now it is probably stuck in your head and that thought makes me smile. HAHA!


I think I am getting sick. It is quite annoying because I don't usually get sick and I blame the youts. They tend to be dirty, despite my cleaning efforts, and everyone is reluctant to feed medicine to them. So...we endure. So...Steph gets sick, too. It's okay and not that bad, just irritating. Although now I have a great reason to stay home and watch crap TV and read my books. 


Tonight I am going to make them chicken alfredo so lets all say a prayer for that one. I am not too hopeful, but just maybe, with Jesus on my side...


I can tell my blogs have been getting a bit more boring, but here is a glimpse of what has been keeping me busy:

Bella's dress was about three sizes too big for her so we had it tied up in the back. She was pretty precious, but honestly...have you seen cuter witches and fairies?!

Hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween and enjoy your November! Happy Birthday to Bobbie!


And remember: unkle cracker rarely makes good music.