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