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