I like a fresh Kenney to lean on

Work keeps me going.

Today, I had work. Pointless, no brainer work. And it put my spirits higher than they have been for a few days now. Which is super awesome. And so is everything. And soon, I will get paid in moneys.

Had coffee with the girls* this afternoon. No matter how many times we go to Coffee Club, I never seem to recall how awful their food is. The coffee this afternoon was surprisingly decent.

Dad and I put up the rope lighting for next weekend's Christmas shindig. And the silver tinsel. It was nice weather to do it in.

I tried to test the waters on going to Lorenzo's for dinner on my birthday next week. Its shit that it just wont work. Dad and/or Louise just wouldn't make it there from the city. Also, they have to work the next day.

Not to worry, it's not like I wanted anything special or anything. I'm not really deserving of accolade anyway at the moment. Not when compared to this chap.

Fruit of the Moment: guessing potato when it's clearly wrong

* I count Justin and Noah to be honorary girls in this instance.

accentuate the ranga

I woke up at what felt like 11am, but was really 7am. And today, like the many weeks before it was a desert wasteland of TV watching, resume submitting and tea making.

I'm a few episodes into a really bland TV series called The Event. It's possibly the most mediocre show on television at the moment. But it makes for making my day more interesting.

Seussical rehearsals were also redundant*. We learnt 'Biggest Blame Fool', a song which my character stands silently embarrassed by everyone laughing at him. So I got to watch everyone learn the 5 part harmony and then, go home.

I managed to however post a whole bundle of thingos... letters. AND returned a library book. AND I managed to avoid a car crash when Jen gave me an early mark to go home.

Fruit of the Moment: frypan cake

*for me

Aboriginal for lightning

I felt so heavy today. Like my brained weighed a lot more than it already did and everything was really dizzy. In the positive, I got to sit down a lot. After a fair few cups of water and a few episodes from season 6 of Weeds, I strode confidently down the beach front for an hour with Glen and Leila.

I'm fearing that people are starting to get sick of me and my latest "I'm so depressed cos I'm broke, unemployed and boyfriend-less" routine. I mean, I listen to myself 24/7 and I'm out of tomatoes to throw. It's a whole other floor of depression that I've descended.

Amongst the rock pools, fish eggs and crabs on the beach front, Glen assured me that I needed not worry about him getting sick of hearing it. Which was good to hear. It's simultaneously awesome and frustrating that the people around me are so supportive. Mostly because they can't really do anything for me besides listen to me whine.

Bottom line, I don't want to start 2011 on the fires of 2010. Id rather be standing on ashes by then.

I drove the 4 hours back home, which was shorter this time around, even after stopping for petrol.

Fruit of the Moment: Buttermilk Pancakes stolen from Angus & Robertson

A Dead Leaper's Underpants

Glen is rocking back and my fork to mouth project FAILED and i'm hungry and my hickups are back. Wait trying food again

Success!

like this on facebook

Leila got more and we are waiting for more stuff.

I wanted a redskin awhen Gen wanted one.

But she gave my lickorice and glen's face is hot.

I couldn't look away and then I DID its so important that I did. I'm rice. I'm spelling free WRONG.

FREE

thats so funny Kenney fails at alllllllllll things.

Its so funny and I make noises.

Don't take the book....

hen

I'm CALM now.

So Im swirling the cookie in my mouth 50% straterGy it was so good and my head it warm.

I can feel the texture in my mouth of the cooooookie!

Glen samed/

shaved/

SAVED me from my finger in my ear. Im rewarding ME with a cooookie..

nom nom nom

everyones the same as noone.

No it isn't thats not true.

Gen does not know about religeous neibourhoods.

The meaning of life is 42nd street.

time can move and be still.

Genevieve ruined it but she didn't stop time.

The people inside the cookie as I am eating it... insane insanity

Glen is doing the signal dance.

There was five minutes of straight chip eating and Then five more minutes of gay chip eating

Scientific discovery.

peer reviewed

padietry

and feet-lower feet no tickleish

Fruit of the Moment: We were eating uncooked potatoe chips

Jeffrey Snarkbutter

I don't know were I was going when I woke up, but I knew it was near a beach and it was a house of some kind.

So after watching 2 episodes of The Walking Dead with some interjections from mother talking about the brain and how it works, I thought it was best to get going.

Four hours of driving later, I find Batemans Bay and Genevieve waiting at the door to stroke my shaved head for the first time. Gen, Leila and Glen were to share a weekend away with me at the beach-house.

For pasta supplies, Gen preferred Coles over Woolworths, which was fine before I discovered their lack of sticky date caramel cookies. Gen assured me that the suburb being what it was, I was not to expect too much from even chain stores.

When Leila and Glen arrived later due to an impromptu kite-surf on Glen's behalf, we all enjoyed the pasta. And given the state of everyone 2 hours later, I was sent as the only sober member out for the snacks Gen and I had neglected to acquire earlier.

The dire need of liquorice, coke, lemonade, chocolate, and strawberry sundae life savers was momentarily put on hold when everything was closed down the street. I replaced most of it with dominos pizza, although found a helping hand from the blasé counter bitch when he told me the location of the service station up the road.

Ice-cream and liquorice in hand, I drove the wrong way down main street to pick up the pizza as passers by called me by my apparent new alias: roper stomper.

Everyone was really happy I was back, as I was told they missed me while I was out. This seemed more important somehow than the food I brought back; which everyone ate with pleasure.

Fruit of the Moment: Glum Pie

patoodie?

Bless my soul. I really love that rock and roll.

I got myself a day of teaching at Justin and Tuneil's school. Which was great for my bank account. But golly gosh, was it a trial and a half. The kids, while not difficult at all were just so childish. The day was more than a little frustrating with kids crying over not being able to tie up their own shoe laces. Really. And these are 9 year olds. Not a kid stayed still for 30 seconds the entire day. It was a little too much really. Not that it wasn't a walk in the park as a casual day, just so god dam tedious with their relentless refusal to act as a class unit.

Highlight of the day is when in the staffroom I told Justin I had something to tell him.*

The lights dim film noir style, he lowers his voice, and Jerry Bruckheimer's it up with a cloak and dagger "is it okay to talk about here?" response. There was even an OTT dramatic score on top of a tracked zoom shot and everything! Or maybe that was the movie in my head.

No more on that. Tonight was christmas tree night. Dad and I put up the tree and there it stays. We haven't put a single decoration on any branch. But it's standing tall and straight. Good enough for me to continue with the abundance of television i've acquired.

Fruit of the Moment: watch battery

*which for the purposes of suspense will remain a MacGuffin

go.photograph an emo. Orgy

Today I failed at another attempt of controlled eating. I thought I could hold off on eating excessively and it turns out I can't for now. Every time I try this, I seem to fail in even more miserable ways. In anycase, I feel a job is the best way to set me back on routine again.

This is why I applied for the deputy dean of creative arts today at Wollongong University. Which, while ambitious is not a stretch for someone with my background to eventually end up as. Currently, I am certainly not prepared to undertake such a task alone, so the dual position was an encouraging factor in my application. A Generation Y applicant may yet prove fascinating to the employment officer.

I found a whole bunch of television shows I hadn't caught up on and as a result have a fair few more to spend the remainder of my week on. Unfortunately, this means the internet is now capped, however only for one day before a new cycle starts on Friday.

Louise came over tonight to watch The Silence of the Lambs. She didn't really like it.

Fruit of the Moment: Almond Marzipan