Can't leave the room

I drove around in my tiny blue girly car today, posting and shopping and hurrying home to introduce mum to Scott Pilgrim.

I had a pretty slow moving day. Apart from season 2 of Glee and episode 10 of Gossip Girl's forth season, not much was done. And from this, I have learned that the characters in Glee often stand alone outside a room looking in when it would be dramatic for them to be observing the events. Only this mostly comes off as creepy and stalkerish.

I had a long conversation with mum which didn't end in an argument. Which was refreshing. But it was mostly because we were talking about other people rather than our own lives. I imagined the people we were talking about were standing at the window, unnoticed in the rain. And to them I say stop being creepy and go back to work.

My thoughts are on Tuneil, Justin and Glen and the mountains of reports they are currently swamped by. Along with Sean who seams to be able to express just how equally stressed out students are at this time of year as well.

Fruit of the Moment: Not having children

now I feel a little ashamed

I found 18 jobs to apply for today. I got through 8 and deleted 4 by the end of the day. I deleted 4 due to them ultimately being highly unsuited to my skills but having "graphic" in the title. And I did this all at my sister's house while waiting for chairs to be picked up.

I was anxious today about someone not replying to a message I sent them. It bugged me that I had bugged them, which is annoying and completely immature of me. I also ignored a post on facebook by Friday's child (loving and giving? Pu-lease) he's not making this easy on himself.

Plus, I watched the second half of Glee's first season. Stupid and bubblegum, it was perfect for a getaway.

I was late for tonight's fourth Seussical rehearsal. But just in time to learn my opening number. Which was taught at a noticeably slower pace than the CD. Along with a syncopated backing piano score, it was extremely difficult to sing the timing I already knew.

My hair is already furry.

Fruit of the Moment: Reheated Toast

Question: Would that be detected by breathalisers if I were driving today?

Brendan Curtain just turned 21. It's a stated fact.

Today, I got to share some time with the new born after I completely shut down shop from 10-2 by passing out on the floor, and then, later a bed. I slept through Aneesa dropping off a dress and through a thousand flies attacking my face.

The very fine layer of hair sprouting over my scalp is acting like velcro. I was so cold this morning, I needed a beanie. But the beanie wouldn't slide on. It just stuck to whatever part of my head it was pressed against. Took some effort to get on and off, I can tell you.

I finally grew acquainted with Super Meat Boy. And it made me comfortable in my decision to be a vegetarian.

I failed miserably at making Brendan a chocolate cake, but succeeded in refining my volcano-eque exploding cake mixture. Louise's oven is to blame I say. Yes. That's my story and i'm sticking to it, like the burnt mixture currently attached to the heating element.

Tonight we had 2 games of bowling. I was on team TUEN/LOU/NOAH/KENNE... My first game brought me my personal best in bowling. A juicy score of 110. It was super fun to game with Noah who ended up throwing the ball onto the lane, rather than rolling it down a track.

Dinner was served at this Italian place i've only been to once before, at Mac Sqaure, and it was pretty darn awful. The pizza was drenched in oil and the basil pesto "Pasta of the Day" must have been made from a bitter batch of basil because it was so bad. Lucky there was so much food available elsewhere.

I have climbed back into the normal car in order to drive into the new week after my recent trip on the S.S.Insane.

Fruit of the Moment: Gigantic Entree

That's commitment

Stil feeling anxious, I tried watching Scott Pilgrim to take the edge off.

Not really working, I didn't feel calm enough to leave the house for Brendan's 21st. Although I had time to prepare myself to do so. And this helped enormously.

I did the Cyanide and Happiness for a comic themed party. The result of which I have a very cold head now. I mean, seriously freezing. I feel the need to invest in a beanie. Also, I had make up smeared across my eyes which made me look both crazy and like Uncle Fester.

Brendan's 21st had fun plastered all over it. And by plastered I mean drinking. And by drinking I mean driving my parents home at 2am. And by driving home at 2am I mean cleaning up after the party.

Highlights included iPhone stalking, impromptu Pillowman performance, chillin' with the captains & Tuneil and Howcansheslap?

Fruit of the Moment: What do you want?

Good to get out of your comfort zone

Dropping my mother off at Mac Square train station, I walked the length of the shopping centre three times in search of some really delicious looking muffins. With muffins in hand and a coffee to wake me from my state of bland awakeness, I could face a day of cleaning out my old room.

I open every door and window, turn on all the fans and open all the blinds in preparation for today's scorcher at Louise's. I begin by editing together the remains of Brendan's 21st video, after having my iPod speaker station explode on me.

From then on, I tore apart the fabrics of my old room. Papers, pens, pictures and pirates... all going into 13 new Woolies bags or the bin. I attacked my closet and drawers. I found a bunch of stuff other peeps would love and at one point actually find time to deliver some items. Which was fun. But the room if far from packed away.

Now, so far the day has been swell. Not amazing, but I was happy. I felt safe. And no one was jumping out of bushes giving me the heebie-jeebies. This all changed tonight when I drove into the city to meet up with a guy I met online for coffee.

To start with, he had me on edge when calling me this afternoon to request I park in his street as "we'll end up at mine anyway". This was clearly not the original plan.

When I get to the city, late thanks to a gridlocked M5, he's with 2 other mates at a pub of some sort. Which is okay-ish, but threw me a little. So they smoke and carry on until 2 more people turn up, and then 2 more people turn up and then two people ring other people complaining they weren't there and suddenly theres a whole gang of people I don't know.

Then the guy doesn't really talk to me. Which was kinda the point of meeting up I thought. Also, there was no coffee.

Then I start to get anxious as we move on. Before I knew it we were in some kind of nightclub with obscenely loud music and dark confined spaces. I can't hear anyone speak and am now getting anxious to the point of not being able to pretend i'm not.

Then, I was trapped. It was panic beyond actually feeling panicked. By the time we left the nightclub and walked for 30 minutes to a high rise club with a "restaurant" on the roof I was loosing my shit on the inside and could do nothing about it.

Of course other people ordered the "table" (a bench with a small ottoman next to it) a whole lot of food. Which all had meat. But I really didn't mind. I felt so out of control, I didn't want to eat or drink or breath. I was scared. And then I started feeling anxious about being so irrationally frightened. Which multiplied everything by 2.

Eventually, I freak out one of the girls by not taking a glass of water she's forcing into my hand. The guy I was meeting originally makes some bullshit excuse that he has to leave and takes me with him.

We're out on the street and I'm cold and hungry, but with no intentions of eating. He offers to take me to this great cafe he knows to have a sit down and calm down. And I can't pin point when he changed his mind but we end up walking all the way back to Newtown to my car.

And the walk had done me well, but I'm still really anxious about the whole night.

In trying to drive home, I am so worked up I need to stop. So I call Justin, who is thankfully home to visit for a breather. And here's the killer. He asked if this stuff happens all the time.

And it does.

Fruit of the Moment: In a coconut

And we all know how gay your iPod is

Everybody celebrate, for today I found casual employment with a multistage class at Ruse. They have "enjoyed" a casual teacher all week, seeing as though their attractive usual teacher has been suffering from a smite-you-down virus. So, plus points for job. Negative points for not seeing attractive usual teacher (here by known as AUT). The class was quite unsettled due to the lack of regularity, but I soon had then working no sweat.

School was okay. I didn't get a duty. Which was nice. Nicer would have been to talk to AUT.

This evening, Tuneil, her sisters and Noah all treated me to a Mondos dinner, followed by a walk in the park. Noah has so much energy.

Later, I got my Glee on with an auto tune iPhone app Louise had bought before we then went to see a movie about giant vaginas gorging on human brains. It was called SKYLINE. The acting was unforgivable.

Today, I enjoyed having NEWSIES stuck in my head all day. Newsies is a Musical written in the 1980's by Alan Menken, directed and choreographed by High School Musical's Kenny Ortega, and starring Christian Bale. I'd say it doesn't get more epic than that.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Fruit of the Moment: double cookie showdown

Yes, i'm not

Third rehearsal for Seussical had me standing around doing jack all night save for a few odds and ends in the opening choreography. Interesting to note that I still had a good time. There seems to be a wide age range in the show and the tiny tots are coping really well. I feel very positive about the production.

Stuff that rocked my world today:

The pop in faceboook chat was replaced by the ba-ling chime from the N64 ZELDA pause menu.

Gwaine and Merlin enjoying an all too obvious bromance in season 3 of MERLIN.

Tanya's steamed vegetables.

Stuff that did not rock my world:

Charlie St Cloud

Fruit of the Moment: Caesar Egg

slight romantic interests

Leila wakes me up via text message at early hour not to be mentioned here. Then she wakes Mum up when she calls the house phone after lunch. And its sharp, shrill siren song pierces the empty house and reverberates off the cold stone floors like a dump tuck exploding in a hailstorm.

Pretty soon after, i'm agitated by the call and the lack of conversation. So i'm taking it out on my mother by being moody and precious when she fetches an extension chord I say I don't want. Pretty soon we're raising voices and i'm running around cleaning up the house. We have a blue. And the same arguments we always stand for, stand up. And I'm done. So we go out for coffee. And just like that we are different people who really can't live together anymore but love each other just the same.

Later, having a rare night with Dad, Mum and I all under one roof for the evening, we eat salad at the table like some Leave It To Beaver tribute.

Fruit of the Moment: Caramel Banana Cheesecake

They never hired me. Took it as a compliment.

Louise woke me this morning. Via mobile. I feel a trend of family members in a bidding war to keep me from rest. I place bets on Mum tomorrow being the lucky recipient of Mr Grump.

So, heres the thing. I applied for ten whole jobs today. It was a whole lotta jobs. Also, I finished work on a panorama for Leila.

Amongst the job selection was a position at the ABC, which sounded pretty awesome.

I guess I was so motivated to plod forward today after having read the most amazing play last night before bed. John Logan wrote the 2010 Tony award winning Best Play 'RED'. And I read it. Now I want to do it. So I applied to the NEWTOWN THEATRE while watching Stanley Kubrick's THE SHINING.

RED takes the idea of Art; its process and its labour and lays the artist's soul bare for the audience to scrutinise. His actions, his motivations, his faults and his accomplishments. And through it all, you see beauty in simplicity and consideration. Such a powerful read.

This evening was the second rehearsal for Seussical. It was pretty much an extension of rehearsal one, but we actually completed work on OH THE THINGS YOU CAN THINK. I suck real hard at all the difficult harmonies. But I feel I have around 30% of the song down.

We were dismissed early again, and I wondered why I drove in for an 80 minute rehearsal.

Fruit of the Moment: Gingerbread drops.

That better not be your blog title

Woken by a lawnmower, drumming against my useless skull, I contemplate what i'm not going to eat today.

The contents of my stomach currently would be:

Three cookies

4 slices of pizza

and a scoop of gelato

I don't know whats gotten me so lull in non-hungriness at the moment, but I'm sure it has something to do with my unemployment - which my mother was so helpful in pointing out a mere 20 minutes after her arrival home from the cruise.

I don't want to be unemployed. And I don't want a job I hate. So, I really detest the suggestion that I really should be teaching instead of trying out this graphic design thing. Because a) I was breathing underwater in a classroom and b) everyone I know that hates their job won't leave it to pursue something better.

I feel past my use by date. Just like the soy milk I rescued from almost extinction, I'm turning sour. And I still cant find my christmas cake recipe. I need to loose weight again. And for that I need a physiotherapist, a weekly salary, my own apartment and more self control.

Fruit of the Moment: The Russian

we kinda..kissed..And stuff.

I slipped into, say, 4 hours of sleep before alertly waking myself at 8am.

Which was kinda funny given that I had nothing to do today besides bum around.

I tried cleaning the study, merely managing to turf a whole load of equipment I never use.

I had me some skype chat with Marion and Justin.

I put together some artwork for the 2010 christmas card list.

But what I found surreal was the lack of eating accomplished today. I got through a shit load of photoshopping without much a second glance at the fridge. Also, I was in dire need for a nap come 4pm.

I tried calling people today to see if they wanted to play, but mostly I got answering machines.

Fruit of the Moment: Pear and Vanilla

Totes devo

"Is this painful for you?" asks Genevieve 10 minutes into tonight's performance of Urinetown at the ANU Arts Centre in Canberra...

Today I was to drive to our nations capital, catch up with Avatar Alex from Buck's Rock, and see Urinetown with sworn enemy of the musical genre; Genevieve Tait.

First off, I woke up real late. About midday. And I was supposed to leave at 1pm. So there was panicking, ironing and shaving before I raced to the petrol station 20 minutes late. From there, the 263km to Avatar Alex's house was a breeze.

Basically what followed was a dating-Kenney-Ogilvie experience, only we were not on a date, and one of us wasn't gay.

We had coffee and dinner at Milk and Honey which is located at this district called "The Civic". Which is, I was assured by Alex, the place to be on a Friday evening. And followed dinner with more coffee at a cafe across the street. And followed after dinner coffee and cake with a trip to the theatre. This entire experience involved me drinking copious amounts of cafe water, the result of which was not surprisingly, logical. Especially when the subject matter of tonight's performance involved urination. I visited the men's room approximately seven times from the time I left Milk and Honey.

Meeting Gen at the theatre, I was a little hesitant about the performance given her distaste in musicals. Unfortunately, within 30 seconds of Officer Lockstock opening his mouth, I dismissed the entire show as sub-bland, without a sent of humour the script undulates. The timing was appalling, the characterisations were ordinary and the subtle undertones of Brecht were completely dismissed. What I can say is the orchestra were amazing. Not creative or impulsive with any of the music, but beautifully correct. Which is more than I can say for some Sydney based musical theatre. Also, the chorus harmonies were good. Not as good as some other Urinetowns I have seen, but above average none the less. Caldwell was the best performance by far (pictured above with Hope).

Genevieve's review of the evening was "What did you expect for a show in Canberra?".

Disappointed by the underwhelming performance, I drove the three hours home to Sydney.

Fruit of the Moment: Truckstop coffees

Thats what you get for buying an ice-cream truck

It was with no sleep that I drove my father to the station this morning, only to be woken upon my return, a mere 3 hours later by Leila checking in on the panorama progress.

I was very grumpy at this. And it took me 10 minutes to wake up, and 10 minutes to fix food for breakfast. Then I was less grumpy and able to talk. But I was still sleepy.

The panorama I am doing for Leila is taking up an exuberant amount of time. The file, which is generally larger than 1 gigabyte takes a lot of juice away from my computer. Each modification chews up some hard drive space and makes the computer run slower. So it took a considerable amount of rendering time to get it to where it currently is. And even then, I've had to remake the image three times when the files wont open due to massive file sizes. It needs more work. I shall finnish it soon.

Tonight, I left the panorama behind for a trip into the city with Louise to see Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part One... Gosh. So darn awesome. Harry gets his kit off in several British country side locations and almost every actor spanning across the franchise makes at least a small cameo. I loved it very very very much; and not because Harry takes his kit off all the time. Well, maybe.

Fruit of the Moment: Vegetable pesto pasta thingy

I think that's Horton's line

Today I designed. And waited in line for Centrelink's paycheque. Well, by waited in line I really mean 'lodged over the internet' but petato/petarto.

Above is an image I did for this chap. He's got a great sense of humour including the cheeky use of the Disneyland-eqsue font for the PIRATE title as a nod to Caribbean.

I also did some work on a cheerleading logo, which I shall endeavour to complete tomorrow.

Tonight was the first Seussical The Musical rehearsal. I was uber excited. Needless to say, I went straight into I-wouldn't-do-that-as-a-director critique mode in the first five minutes of the read through. When I realised what I was doing, I backed off and gave that snobbish behaviour of mine a speaking to. It should not be a problem. As a director, it's so difficult trying to deal with actors who want to oppose what you think is best. I feel I owe it to any director's artistic integrity to seldom disagree with their direction unless I strongly oppose it.

Until of course that time in say, 4 months time when the "traditional" small group of cast members start quietly bitching about how the whole thing's gone to the dogs. I shall endeavour not to join in on the negativity.

Fruit of the Moment: BP snack

Weren't you going out tonight?

Today I am a boring man.

I drank water and continued to eat like shit and watched Merlin season 2.

I should have done some work on logos and artwork or maybe even looked at finding work. I should have done those things, but it occurred to me that I ran out of motivation to do so like three weeks ago and have been merely pretending to care ever since.

Select highlights of my day include being interrupted in my tv watching by 30-40 minute telephone conversations with people I know. And I wouldn't say interrupted in a pissed off way, but in a legitimate all-I-did-besides-was-watch-tv way.

I have also decided to sever all communications with the Super Secret Project. I believe it is for the best. I'm still trying to decide if I should tell anyone involved or not, as it is a current goal of mine to act more like a 17-year-old*.

Fruit of the Moment: Scott Pilgrim's Hero's Journey

*which, shouldn't be too hard because i'm unemployed, broke and currently living with my parents.

in vietnam waiting to be executed

Today I feel shitty, like the rain and like the bathroom I scrubbed until it was as slippery as an eel in an oil well.

I awoke from a nightmare. A nightmare about hallucinating at the hands of an occupation I couldn't identity. I would think I was awake, but noticing small inconsistencies would awaken me to a confined room sealed in foam. A small tomb with big brother on its back, complete with sickening sexually perverted machines and the very vices I fear in each corner. In a raging panic, I tore my way through the foam and tape and wood and materials, only to find a hotel room where people I knew waited for me. Each time handing me excuses as to why I was now safe. It was a nightmare and it was not the first time I had endured it.

The day was slow, sluggish and filled with eating crap. I made myself sick and I lay down in pain not having full control over my own actions. I want balance and direction. I clearly have neither.

Fruit of the Moment: Gossip

He may have found God, let's hope he found deodorant

Ninety-eight-and-three-quarters percent guaranteed!

I remember feeling hopelessness this morning. I remember not having enough sleep and thought it would be easy just to skip my 10am Seussical audition, ditch big bands in the park with Brendan, and stay put in Wollongong (and more importantly, bed).

However, I drove into the city. I tossed and turned over three audition songs, deciding finally on the song I felt best about. My throat however, was a sore muthafuker after not warming it up properly. So I stopped in at the local petrol station and purchased 3L of bottled water.

Not such a great idea to consume before an audition, but whatever. I had a few toilet breaks.

The audition went poorly. Mostly due to the complicated timing in the song; and the pianist, (not having seen it before) had a little trouble playing it which in turn, made me stumble the words. Also the dance audition was a little full on. Also I was given all the wrong readings to practice and had to perform cold reads when everyone else had time to prepare. The audition hall was nightmareishly hot as well.

I then met up with Brendan and Morgan in a random North Sydney park. There, we all sat listening to Big Bands swing their awesomeness on centre stage and watching a crazy woman with a scarf dancing in the middle of a clearing to the more lively numbers such as zoot suit riot.

We went back to Brendan's with Ettia and Isaac post big band musics. I met their bunny and played Scattergories. Shame the 2 tubs of Ben and Jerry's ice-cream they bought on the way home had chocolate in them.

Soon, I get a text from Tanya implying my audition was successful. And in checking the website, I got me the lead role. Of Horton the Elephant. For Seussical the Musical. Boo fucking yeah.

Fruit of the Moment: crabby

Heard you can't climb or get it up

I've been having trouble resting, recently. Same goes for last night. I woke up tired but couldn't get back to sleep. And I was going to have breakfast at Lee and Me with Gen and Leila at around 11ish, so there was a long wait to eat.

But once there, it was a nice droll of a day. It was distracting in anycase from how upset I was yesterday and how not-willing I am in dealing with it today.

Gen is moving to Canberra. Did you know? I didn't.

We had a roving tour of woman's intimates in Wollongong, hoping to catch glimpses of work I had done while at GAZAL. We mostly found all my basic spot and stripe patterns. And mostly in Trade Secret.

What really got my goat was seeing work I had laboured months over cast away in favour of different designs. People wouldn't think a lot of design goes into a single garment, but when you think about it, everything from care labels to coat hangers are also talked about, designed, criticised, re-designed, cast away, and restarted several times. It was just frustrating to see how shit my work actually looked on the shelf when I knew it would look shit when made with shitty, cheap materials. Or worse, having it all replaced with hideous artwork. And it's frustrating because I tried to design with the end product in mind but was shot for it.

Tonight I started the West Wing with pizza. One disc down. Seven seasons to go.

Fruit of the Moment: petrol reneging

Extemporaneous Speaking

Lets begin here by contextualising how shit I feel about myself today. And it's pretty shit. More shit than usual in anycase.

Aside from my ordinary day of nothing, where nothing was accomplished, I sat and did nothing.

I felt tired all day. I felt dizzy and sweaty and drained of all energy.

Infact, when I miraculously arrived safely at Leila's house this afternoon to start some film work I was so exhausted that I sat down and cried.

When Leila came home I was talking on the phone so had ceased tears for 10 minutes. But she promptly left and I went promptly back to crying by myself. Glen found me in this state some 40 minutes later.

I just feel so inadequate as a person. Useless and ugly.

Also, I wrote a story about a turtle.

Fruit of the moment: Participle

Hocus Pocus

Today, I tasted celebrity* like the moist blueberry muffin it is. Working at local school Thomas Acres, I joined pals Justin and Tuneil at their posts. And quite literally. I took Justin's class for 2 hours of RFF during which we sat silently for a minute at the 11th hour.

I have no idea what Remembrance Day is about. All I know is since Kindergarten, I stand still for a minute at 11am on the 11th of November. And there's red flowers involved. Called Poppies.

In any case, this morning when Justin told me to go through what it was all about, I was like err... okay? And made a quick stop at Wikipedia to "thoroughly" research the topic. Then, it was easy to provide a generic overall feel of the ceremony, talking of war and treaties and poetry and symbolism. I feel, just like it went over my head at 11 years old, the same applied here.

I always feel like I never know anything, which is strange because so much of what I know is so unobtainable to others. I feel this way because I pretty much choose to stay ignorant of all current events and politics and fill up on cinema, design and cupcakes. Should I be different? Should I choose to ignore Pop culture and focus on what Julia Gillard is up to? I don't really feel I want to, but is that bad?

In anycase, I fumble through. Intellectually inferior to you all, save for a few minor details which are in some cases even trumped by my close friends. Just sayin'.

I had coffee with Tuneil and Justin after school today. I can't for the life of me remember when it was "just-us-girls" ya know? It was real good just us three (and Noah of course). Afterwards Justin put his blinkers on to race around for a pink shirt, given that tomorrow he was attending a breast cancer event. I was struggling on my own as Noah continued to push his way around me. It took a lot of talking to get an apology out of him after he punched me in the eyes while riding my shoulders. Just sayin'. It just tells me how much I'd screw up raising any child on my own. I'm too soft.

Tonight I visited me mate for his 17th. He got a Mac worth like a gagillion bagillion dollars off his parents. I'm pretty much jealous as all heck. Also, he was wearing tracksuit pants like five times too big for him. You know, the ones that dancers wear when they need to move around a lot? Yeah them. I also suspect they were ironed but didn't inquire (enquire? Whatever).

Fruit of the Moment: Front Loader Washing Powder

*Tuneil had made sure that everyone in the school knew who I was from head to toe. It was a welcoming I never expected.

i actually think everyone in grade is a blindless tawt

Thinking I had a Centrelink appointment at 10am, I wake up to an alarm at 9:30 only to leap to my diary and realise it is a 4pm appointment. Fark.

Well, that was that. I was up now. I managed to apply for two jobs. Which is great. Both were perfectly suited to me. Although one was a junior position, they were otherwise comfortable gloves.

Aside from entertaining metaphors, I watched the next episode of Gossip Girl! I also went shopping in the middle of the day and against better judgement bought a tub of mango sorbet which tasted healthy and foul.

At Centrelink, it may be my imagination running away with me but I really got the impression that my interviewer (who was checking that I was applying for jobs each week) was flirting with me. He was real nice and friendly and there was a slight twang to the way he asked "is there anything else you'd like to ask me?"at the conclusion of our interview. But you know, things being the way they were I wasn't really at liberty to ask where his favourite coffee place is.

I didn't really feel like going to the Super Secret project this evening either. I felt after last week's work It wasn't worth my time. But after a while, things picked up and I felt better for being there.

Clue number 5 is that I really should stop telling people about the Super Secret project because now, more that double the people from last week know what it is. Also, I can safely report that I do not choose to empathise with strangers.

Fruit of the Moment: Giant Burnt Cookie

google says yes

Today was one of those days where it would have been better to stay in bed. Halfway through not eating anything for breakfast and answering job applications by sending in wrong cover letters to wrong organisations, I stop.

Soon will mark the time that I began work at GAZAL last year. Soon this will mean I am an unemployed bum leaching off the government and all those around me. Soon I will give into boredom and make a bowl of buttercream frosting to eat by itself. Oh wait, that was today.

Yes, all those things and more can be yours for the one small payment of NOT HAVING ANYTHING TO DO OR LOOK FORWARD TO. So, you finish watching The Blind Side and cry a little bit at the ending. So, you make yourself a pizza for lunch and overcook it so the edges taste burnt because they are. So, Dad asks you to clean the bathroom.

Maureen and I went into the city this evening to watch the extended edition of AVATAR at Imax. It still bugged me that the logo's font was Papyrus. However, pointing this out launched an entirely satisfying conversation about the history of Helvetica.

When the M5 was once again, closed, I had to drive home via Beverly Hills. I almost fell asleep. I was that tired. I still am that tired. Goodnight 'yall.

Fruit of the Moment: Over-Scooped Apple Pie Gelato

James Millar is going to send a letter to Oprah telling her that she's not invited to a dinner party he is going to throw while she's here.

I woke up this morning with a strong sense of 'this is too early to be awake'. Mum confirmed this. I feel I had gotten a phone call waking me up, but I never picked up. I also feel I may have missed out on some work today, but my phone doesn't say I have a missed call. So I don't know. Moral of the story is to be awake for phone calls in the morning I guess.

So, I decided it was time to complete the artwork you now see above. Pity however that on completing the design, I was told that I had agreed to make it for free. Which is of corse scandalous! I have no time to be doing free work. The confusion came from me agreeing to work without payment until the company recognised the need for an external artist to design their media for them. A fair few impersonal emails later, it was clear I had upset the apple cart by not supplying the high resolution files tonight.

I started the project because I thought it was a challenge worthy of my tackling. The plan was simple. Make awesome artwork. Sell awesome artwork to people who didn't think they needed it. It was a challenge.

In anycase, this was not the case and now I have no case of money. Nuf said.

The window that opened for me in this situation was opened by fellow thespian Tommy Bradson commissioning a poster/flyer combo for his upcoming one man cabaret involving one legged sailors and mermaids. Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief meets RENT meets Mickey Mouse with a gun to his head. Sounds awesome.

Also, in missing a call this afternoon from a guy I'd been procrastinating on facebook all day with, I feel I had missed out on what the teenagers call 'the call of booty'. No matter, he seems like the chap who isn't short of people to call. I shall ask him what he caught tonight, tomorrow.

Fruit of the Moment: Granmanier

and you're gonna do my waxing for me :D

This morning, after a marathon text effort that cleared this kid out of all his phone credit, we laid plans out for this evenings entertainment of The Social Network at Dumaresq Street Cinema.

It was then that a facebook friend of mine posted a comment about the film, and I gave my two cents worth as a reply. Soon, another chap was also posting and before long I had made a new cyber pal on the social networking site, talking about the social network movie.

Even more surprising was how famous this chap turned out to be. An actor/writer/performer/whatever. Incredible. We talked of iced vovos and how ANZAC cookies are better. Then I made said anzac cookies. Then he went off to work on a comedy someone had commissioned him to write due to his new whimsical mood.

Then I spent the day on reworking that knife and cheese artwork for The Mousetrap. Above is my favourite of the day. Unfortunately, it just didn't appeal to the producer who'd like at least 5 people to buy tickets. After several more reworkings...

... (which looked like demented christmas cards) the producer asked for an old fashioned snow globe with a scary old mansion inside. This is now a task for tomorrow.

Okay so by this time, it was time to get outside of the house and inside of a theatre. So zooming past Ingleburn, we got to the theatre in time for me to watch the awesome film that awaited (and this time on a cinema screen).

Later, Louise and Tuneil met up with us at Mondos for fun times and Russian waiter ogling. Louise had said she was only getting one scoop of gelato. So I got one scoop. Then SHE got two scoops and I was upset that I only had one. Also, Sean wouldn't stop flattening his "frizzy" hair.

Fruit of the Moment: Overnight Teapot

Even monster trucks have these

You wake up early, having gone to bed in anticipation of a Leura day trip. But in the first 5 minutes of being awake, the anticipation is shot down and rained on by rain.

Mum and Maureen didn't want to take a trip to Leura (if there was rain) and the light downfall had them convinced it was a bad idea.

Louise quickly phoned up Tuneil and grumpy pants Noah to come down to cafe-of-the-season Lee and Me with us instead. And down we travelled for an amazing late breakfast. My long black came out as a double short black and so with the intensity of A THOUSAND SUNS, the breakfast was beyond awesome.

Louise's camera had ran out of batteries, so we were unable to take some happy snaps of the delicious morsels that delighted our table. But rest assured, we were so impressed that we wanted dessert as well. We walked off breakfast browsing the aisles of David Jones before surprising our breakfast waitress for round two.

I was supposed to see The Glass Menagerie in the city tonight, but when home time came from Louise's place I felt super tired and just down right unmotivated. Especially since I had seen a play last night. So I did the exceedingly boring grocery shopping and talked online.

Following a short call I made on Wednesday, I sent a follow up text to that Hunky Guy I met last week. In such text I requested some hanging out, but haven't gotten a reply yet. I'm not sure how much further I can proceed here. Suggestions are welcome for advice in treading lightly.

Fruit of the Moment: Vanilla Nervana

exile in the bathroom

Feeling cheated out of sleep by my 5:30am alarm, I drove back to Campbelltown from Wollongong, narrowly missing Dad as he drove out of the driveway on his way to work. Quickly getting ready, I had RFF to attend to at the local primary school.

What seriously sucks about casual teaching is being given an assignment like Relief from Face-to-Face teaching (where you have a new class every 40 minutes) but arriving and being told you have the IO (Intellectually Moderate) class instead. I mean, its really annoying. Especially when all your gear for that type of class is at home and you've brought a truck of RFF gear along. Same goes for being given Kindy on the day when you were originally told year 6 over the phone the night before. Also, RFF is my favourite type of casual day.

Oh well, the class was only a little bit shitty. And mainly because I had to do a whole day without stencils. Even then I wasn't fussed by the shittyness.

At one point I overheard one of the boys turn to his mate and loudly whisper "*lol* our teacher's gay!" And it was funny, because it was the only thing he got right all day. It was especially hilarious and ironic however, that he was using the word gay in its negative connotation and not in the context of "By gosh! I recognise that adult as being homosexual".

Tonight, I saw A Dream Play with the final year UOW acting students performing at the PACT theatre (which if blog buddies may remember, was the venue for Lovesong).

Now let me get this out of the way first. It was severely fucked up. Like I mean totally screwed and weird and nonsensical but AWESOME. Also, everyone stripped down to their skimpy black underwear. Thats like 12ish super fit final year acting uni students parading around in the nudie. Kinda cool. Afterwards however, I was told that in comparison the "partial nudity" was tame for a UOW production. Well, shit.

Fruit of the Moment: Tub-would-melt-on-the-way

He's the male Genevieve

I got that real nice feeling you get when you wake up comfortable from the get go. You know that feeling where you wake up and don't have to wriggle around to make your back better or adjust your shirt or whatnot? This was me. Hells yes.

Minus three points for having to wake up straight away to an alarm.

Had me a meeting with Chloe Madigan, the nutritionist down in Keiraville. We talked about nutrition and such. Later on, she sent me a document containing a "suggested meal plan" It was much like the one I got from my insane diet from February, only it actually contains food. And there seems to be much more of it. And

Today was another write off food wise. Because I've been at home doing shit-all, my boredom has encouraged more eating from sugary things like icing and peanut butter cookies. Thus, it's a bonanza of shite on the menu!

I had a nap with the godson Styx this afternoon on the same lounge chair I read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in. Glen woke me up, and from that point on it rained until I bought this really discussing tasting White Christmas Coles ice-cream. Then it stopped raining. But I had really awful ice-cream to show for it.

Then Leila and I played EX-y Box on the television. We fought some chick with way too much cleavage and two massive demon creatures.

Fruit of the Moment: Pam's Amazing Monte Carlos

It's such a common thing to do

I woke in a sweat thins morning. Was it because I was dreaming violently? Was it due to heat? These things I know not for sure. But what I do know is that my day was pretty much a write off.

Besides working at watching Eddie Izzard's new stand up show Sexie (which I found a little disappointing at times) and applying for 2 new jobs I had little to celebrate for the fourth round of the Super Secret Project.

The Super Secret Project being of course super secret, not much can be disclosed here. However, things were a little heated today when my opinion wasn't accepted by everyone as a reasonable option to apply to the situation at hand. In turn, forcing me to be forceful and condescending. So, I guess my next clue is that the Super Secret Project involves more than me. Although I doubt anyone involved knows I write this blog.

I hate not being listened to. But then if I dress like a five year old; having shoes without laces and brightly coloured tee-shirts, why should I expect to be treated differently? Fair point Kenney. Fair point.

Tonight, I ducked into Newtown Franklins for a few supplies before driving home. I wanted something to eat, but nothing seemed worth it. Not even something full of preservatives and crap like ice-cream. ¿ʌ_¿ʌ

Fruit of the Moment: White Icing

its kenney fucking ogilvie

The rain bucketed down, insisting that the world be wetted. Cold, the wind blew a gale as I drove dad to the station this morning. I thought of reasons why to stay away when I got home at 7am, but I just lay in bed waiting for the phone to ring.

I dreamed of the Slender Man. Watching me at night from his post just outside the property fence. He was silhouetted against the red/black night sky along with the blackened spindles of trees twisting together. Waiting for me to think of him. Waiting to take me.

The day was frightfully dull after that. I applied for the remaining jobs on offer and found not many more, but applied for them as well. Busying myself with a vector based project, I worked for hours re-creating an old logo from a [CENSORED]. It turned out pretty darn awesome. I was very happy with it.

This afternoon, I cried my way through Up again. There's something so beautifully poetic about the film. A heightened romantic notion buried in overwhelming sentiment and set to a ripper of a score.

The nation may have stopped for the Melbourne Cup today, but I was too busy re-constucting my art project to notice.

Fruit of the Moment: Use By May 2010

George Clooney likes butterflies?

This morning I tried the 5 links for Seek job listings I saved to my desktop stickies over a week ago. Apparently, they no longer existed in the either.

So, todays challenge was pushing past the procrastinating long enough to apply for 9 new jobs I found. I made it through 4 applications before getting rid of 2, leaving three for me to do either after this or tomorrow. I'm assuming it will be the later option.

Had me an early dinner with Buck's Rock Emma O'Pub in Chinatown. Originally I had planned to be in the city today, so it wouldn't have been so obtrusive having to drive in for a dinner. In anycase, tables turned and I had to drive in just for dinner. Not that I wouldn't have done so, just the rain and bad traffic were bothersome. And there were ample of both to be bothered by.

We will all pretend that the eggplant thingy I had in Chinatown was the healthiest option. Agreed? In anycase, its good to see Emma back in the country and healthily continuing her extra-curricular pole-dancing classes.

I for one have sleep to attend to.

Fruit of the Moment: His Face All Red