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

Alpha Male

Last night, was pretty sleepless on the cold floor of the hostel. I knew it would have made more sense to drive home and drive back into the city. Not that the floor was uncomfortable. The floor was great. The lack of soap and towels and other random things that come with home living were sorely missed, particularly after having traversed half of Newtown in search of a cab the night previous. And using other people for charity was irksome, reminding me of my current lack of employment.

When trying to solve the riddle of what to have for breakfast, the gang galloped into a comic book store. Brendan and Noah became attached at the hip, while Tuneil scoured the shelves for... (perhaps Firefly?) Having a fairly sick Louise on my hands, I pulled her away from the comics, heading towards a nearby cafe where much food was ordered to quench their hangover pains. The rest joined us shortly thereafter and the breakfast feast for 5 totalled around $90.

We headed off from there to Sculptures by the Sea; a collaborative art installation along the Bondi coast walk. It was less than inspiring really. A few quirky pieces but all in all, too crowded, windy, and noisy to be considered a real cultural delight.

I had hoped to visit Manly for the Ben and Jerry's scoop shop. But by the time 2pm came around, it wasn't really on the cards anymore and we settled to visit another time.

It became apparent too late that we had missed out on lunch. So, Tuneil and Louise thought a late Newtown lunch with a possible cameo of No-Show-Justin would be a fine plan to execute. Trouble was, No-Show-Justin remained true to his name. Also, the cafe on Louise's mind had closed their kitchen with only coffee and cake on the menu after 3pm.

Being therefore all tired and grumpy from no food, we all lost interest in having fun. I was looking forward to a cafe for "lunch" because I was feeling a little sick myself and only really wanted something small. Perhaps a cookie. Perhaps a muffin. Louise was however in need of something more substantial to settle her stomach pains.

I suggest Tart Cafe and felt alive enough to walk the 1.5kms to Erskineville. But once again, I prove too egocentric for others who didn't feel up-to the hike. And then, when we got there, they had only JUST stopped food service to tables. Bastards. So across the road was a pizza parlour that intrigued a few people. Sadly, pasta and pizza and potatoes all looked too heavy for me, especially being 4pm and close to dinner. (Also on the way there, I found a tiny 100ml tub of creamy creamy Ben and Jerry's Vanilla ice-cream at a random cafe. Eating that rich cream on an empty stomach made me real queazy.)

Anyway, I ditched my planned Spring Awakening audition in North Sydney, and came home to update mum's iPhone with new software.

Fruit of the Moment: caramelised banana with dusted cinnamon

I just got this guitar a while ago and I don't know what all the switches do yet.

Imagine light, blinding you at 6am when you're trying to sleep. Imagine me waking up despite all odds and starting to bake cookies, with a glorious mop of bed hair and a fashionable summer-esque Van Heusen night shirt. Then you'll have a pretty good idea of my morning.

Then imagine coffee, in the afternoon sun. Erskineville, dusk and windy with the sun bright enough to give bite but soft enough to tolerate. And a conversation with someone who ultimately reminds you of an ex flatmate with their tone, posture and mannerisms.

Then, if you will, a new band of epic epicness The Wild Frontier with lead drummer Leon. You know, the sexy guy from Lovesong who composed the swanky soundtrack? Yeah, him and his band. It was a pretty sweet gig. Charity venue Curiousworks gave the band a free ride for their launch and what a ride! The Surry Hills based New Yorkish loft apartment overlooking Central Station was completely fabulous. I'm working overtime in developing a new theatrical use for the space.

Last but not least, find a hunky guy amongst the friends of friends in the crowd. He may or may not be flirting with you, so you ask if he digs dudes*. His endearing embarrassment in conformation signals that he's with mates who don't know yet. So, treading lightly you acquire his number to utilise at a later date. (Seriously guys, pretty darn hunky).

I felt like partying on post 2am, but instead fell asleep on the floor of a hostel post 3 cookies in preparation for tomorrow's Sydney morning breakfast.

Fruit of the Moment: Stood up for a nap

*that is, after you text a common friend for a wiki update on the subject, only to find that no one really knows.

You're not the boss of the Kangaroos!

And today was the combined year 1 / kindergarten class from short attention span hell. Hands on head knew no boundaries. The teacher had left like this intense lesson plan thingy on her desk with no way of following it. Everyone teaches differently. If I went up to you and told you how to do your job for a day you'd be like... 'er.. fuck off Kenney, imabe doing my own thang'.

Tonight was all about the cupcake-bake-a-thon. I picked up rolled oats for cookies I was never going to make and started beating butter and eggs like the filthy whores they are. And pretty soon... all 115 babies were born, iced and topped with Jaffas.

I don't know how I'm getting them into the city tomorrow, but i'll think of something when the fumes from the rum buttercream stop addling my brain. Also, I had two cupcakes. So i'm pretty far gone. Because I'm a light weight when it comes to plonk. I get a hangover from christmas pudding.

Fruit of the Moment: Bum Ruttercream