University is so much fun! It's exhausting to spend all day there and then go to work all night but I think I'll adjust. Yup, yup. Everyone is so friendly that I haven't had any real problems settling in at all. A lot of people are as confused as I am when it comes to their future career so I don't feel too left out. :P




(I'm sure it will take a few more listens before I start to like the new Tori Amos album.)

Monday will be the second anniversary of Icarus being adopted! Two years!

I'm making seedcake!

I can't believe it's been so long. It really doesn't FEEL like two years. I love how they told me she was a boy so I struggled with boy names. Stupid pet store chain. I've been there recently and they have a lot of older cockatiels that have been there for ages - a few have mites and I don't think they are getting treated. I wish I could adopt them all but it's not possible. Stupid pet owners and stupid pet stores/breeders shit me.

Look at the comments - I've been on some people's friends list for over two years. Some of you've I've known for a lot longer! That's kinda nice.

I've spent this evening cleaning up and organising my room - quite fitting to remove the clutter on the first day of the new year. Even more fitting because people were starting to play "What's that smell?" in my room. (I wish that was a joke..) Next is my car because I can't actually take any passengers because of all the clutter. Erm, I am the worst at organising. I wasn't going to do this but there is a growing list of things I resolve to do this year. Like..keep all important documents together, stop losing things, start checking my balance instead of hoping that if I don't look my financial situation wouldn't be so bad etc.

Aside from being more neat and tidy, I am going to look after myself better this year. I'm not talking about any weight loss thing, I'm just starting to wonder about my health. I had to be sent home from work today because I was in agony, and if a group of nurses tell you to get checked out then you do it.

Finally - I am going to be more fun. "What?!" you might yell. "EVEN MORE FUN?!" Yes! I'm going to see how long I can make it until I say "Awwww, but I have to work.." this year. I'm not expecting miracles though. (Though a persons definition of fun might differ to mine.) Being more fun also means spending more fun time with my family who no doubt miss having me around.

I think that is it. OH - and to get on better with my Dad. And save money so that I can travel. If I do get into uni I want to do well, and if I don't I want to be able to figure out where exactly I should go from here. Fuck for someone who said resoloutions were dumb I've made a shitload. Happy new year, lovelies!

My 21st was beautiful..I had a romantic seafood platter lunch, I caught up with friends at the Monash multimedia graduates exhibition (and got the thrill of seeing myself up on the big screen as a model in one of Lilyfarts projects..and you should have seen her face when she won an AWARD). I also was treated to a night in a lovely fancy room at the Windsor Hotel with all the room service I could handle. That place was all class, I still have dreams about that perfect bathroom. I took all the complimentary items I could back home with me as a pressie for Ma. The next day Julian and I went shopping. It was a whole heap of fun.

Then there was the 21st party which went fantastically. Everything and everyone looked beautiful. It turned out to be a huge high school reunion. Julian gave a gushing speech that everyone is still talking about. My ice cream cake melted. I received some thoughtful gifts...now don't be lecturing me for mentioning the gifts, I'm being grateful not shallow! I have a beautiful piece of Lily's artwork on my wall.

So that is the birthday round up. Oh, I also looked spectacular.

The letters arrived in the mail several days later - the letters that would be determining what I could be doing for the rest of my life. (I'm being dramatic.) Basically they were from the University letting me know if they have accepted me to study next year. I pulled an extra long shift at work and it was agony knowing they were lying on the kitchen bench at home, unopened, while I had to pretend to be enthusiastic about patients and review appointments and filing and the whole job thing until I could get home. When I got home I was shaking as I teared them open but found it to be the most anti - climatic moment of my life. They read that I will be informed about getting into University in JANUARY. A letter - telling me to wait another month and a half for the results to be printed in the newspaper.

Why the fuck did they waste the money on postage is what I'd like to know.

Still, a B and a couple of Z letters is no C letter.

My first real birthday party is coming up on Sat and everything is pretty much done and ready. Semi formal, cocktails, ice cream cake. Screams class, right? Right! 21st fun! (Though unlike many of you, I have been able to legally drink for years now so it's not that big a deal. Er, not that drinking is a big deal to begin with.)

But for now I am expecting a very romantical day with my boyfriend woofing down a seafood platter at Tides in Port Melbourne. I am told the area is very nice..it might be the only part of Melbourne I haven't discovered yet. So YAY...YAY for me. YAY for you. YAY!

I'm doing the card thing again so email me with your addy: petadempsey@hotmail.com. I send rather cheesy cards, so get in and laugh. Some of you have moved since last Yule so you better fucking email me or I will be forced to email you - that will be a social faux pas and no one really wants that.

Oh..I have every, single, episode of Sex and the City and I think the endless watching and re-watching has made me quite mad. I am having strange dreams. I'm also starting to wonder how messed up and sooky these characters are. Still, it's fun. Quite, quite mad.

(Edit: fixed spelling of BOYFRIENDS to BOYFRIEND. Oh, my!)

An interview with Aaron McKinney? Is that even legal considering the agreement made? :( I've sent an email to 20/20.

I got this from the boyo. (He loves me.) It is so very massive in my room, this photo in no way does it justice. It's one of my favourite works of art, I was so amused by Litchenstein in highschool. A certain other famous pop artist can kiss my ass.

Can you see Icaroo inspecting the goods? She approves highly. Right now she is meditating to soothing Bjork, the beebs love it.


Text: "I dont care! I'd rather sink - than call Brad for help!

I keep buying books that I could never hope to find the time to read, it's become a nasty little habit. The backlog of books on my shelf that I have yet to finish just ain't funny! I'm starting to run out of storage space, my room is looking a little odd. Half the stuff I buy turns out to be a piece of shit which doesn't help. Any book recomendations would be appreciated, although you'd have to realise you are supporting a nasty habit that was brought on by Borders and Amazon.com.

This may sound cheesier than a Dan Brown novel, (Oh, snap!) but I am really going to be sad when it comes to the last episode of Sex and the City. Call me superficial but it was something that my friends and I always enjoyed. Norah is planning on cocktails for the last episode, which sounds like a fair way to see it off. To make things even CHEESIER (yes, it's possible I assure you!) we kinda allocated characters to eachother in highschool*. You know, four of us, four of them. Yes, judge me I deserve it.


(Guess who I am.)


I'm going to try and get through some more of "The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" which is just my kind of humour. My backlog of crappy books can wait for this one. (Or, this FIVE. Lord help me.)


*Yes, I realise highschool was three years ago and that I should get over it.

Oh, oh, oh I've done something stupid again. So stupid. I can't even count now the amount of times I've gotten myself into trouble. You try to be so careful so that everything happens the way it should and then before you know it you've done something, or said something. And there is a person standing infront of you giving you that look. You know, the "You've offended me/you've done something stupid/you've lost your mind" look. And your having this conversation with your head, and your head is saying something like "I can't leave you alone for two minutes without you doing something stupid." Yeah, I don't know what I mean either.

Icarus has learnt how to break out of her cage, in other news. I'm going to wait until my sister and her boyfriend go to bed and steal their Coca Cola.


I had to edit this to correct my use of the wordas "You're/Your". Now I really feel bad.

So I was all prepared for the big break up thing, I had my "It's not you, it's me" talk ready. I was all ready to tell my stupid Personal Trainer that I no longer could afford his services. A total lie...well, not really. It's quite expensive to have someone watch you work out and for what I'm getting I feel like I'm forking out a small fortune. It also hurts so bad that I feel sick before I go to each session, and I no longer feel an intense need to change my body. I was ready to let him down, had all my arguments prepared and knew this would suck hardcore because he'd be offended.

While I was on this lovely little machine called the Hack Squat my neck began to kill me. So I slowed down and he chewed me out "Blah blah lower, lower, go lower." I yell that my neck hurts, that it's a huge problem and that I am seeing a doctor for it. It's not like I'm slacking on purpose. He told me that as he also did massages that I could get some from him and that would fix it.

I saw this as my huge-ass chance: "I can't afford that..as it goes I may not even be able to afford this training anymore."

Instead of getting the message he said that he'd give me huge discounts on the massages (as I'd need many sessions), then when I insisted that I had no money at all he said DONT WORRY ABOUT PAYING at the moment. WHENEVER YOU CAN IS FINE. That on top of a 50% discount. He said my health needed to be sorted out, that was all he was concerned with. What. The. Fuck.

How on earth can you dump someone after hearing that? I would feel like the worst woman in the world. So instead of next week being my last week, I have many more painful, agonising, expensive sessions of both weights and massage. I need to be more selfish..actually this is a selfish move in a way, I'm totally avoiding confrontation. HIDE MEH!

I have an Illustraion short course on Thursday and I'm really excited. I bring pencils this week, then I need to buy paints and such once I pick my medium. God, it's been so long! I'm itching!


( interests meme, kinda cool. )

lamasary, Julian and I did a photoshoot the other night. Lily had to bend in all these uncomfortable/painful angles to take the shots, I battled with my debilitating fear of heights - ON A SLIDE - and Julian was his happy go lucky self. Twas a good night! I got chocolate.

Here is a teaser of her work. Which I have to show because it is teh good. (Lily, if you don't want it plugged let me know and I'll remove the link.)

Aren't I deadly with scissors? Ooh, yes. Beware men!

Her other stuff: here, and here. Go look and love. She really needs to start selling prints soon methinks.

Not only did Howard/The Liberal Party win, but they kicked ass. Democrats are in the hole, the Greens did not do as well as last time and the Labour Party is also worse off. My area of Deakin went to the Liberals despite my vote. You know I wouldn't have minded so much that the Liberals won if there had been more of a balance, especially in the senate.

Garghhhh! Not happy at all!

Mum said that this was just my first election, and that you kind of get used to losing. 0_o

I went through my old Cds and have found a great deal of work I did at Tafe. I'm both happy and practically sick by it. So cringe worthy! I have no idea if it's a good idea to include this stuff in my folio. Gargh, I'll have to fix it up a little. Or...a lot. What was I thinking, with my whole "Do it at the last minute and be completely stressed" philosophy? I needed a good kick in the ass.

I also emailed a former group member asking for a copy of our project. Hey, it fell apart..but not in the areas I worked on it. *smirk grin chuckle* We spent ages on it, I have a right to a copy. But I doubt I'll ever hear from her. She doesn't even know Julian and I are going out...I think she'd be so shocked.

Stomache is in pain, must go. So worried about next year.

I kissed Icarus on the head last night as I headed out...kinda forgot I was wearing lipstick at the time. She looks quite fetching with a big red lip mark on her crest.

Oh, the election is today.

I wonder who will win?

(Please not John Howard....)

I've been so good about shutting off all of the propaganda they've been throwing at us. This is the first federal election where I can vote. I'm not as enthusiastic as I thought I'd be, probably because I'm not excited about any of possibilities. I don't want either party, really.

I haven't yet showed pictures of my giant, beautiful poster yet. But I will, because it is awesomeness.

Most depressing thing about working on my folio is that I don't even know if I want to do this anymore. So it's a lame session of me staring at a blank piece of white A3 paper. I don't think I can imagine getting into design, but on the other hand, what else can I do? Perhaps it is the whole daunting "Study for three years" thing that is scaring me. I would rather be out there working instead of sitting in a classroom. Or perhaps I'm just scared of getting rejected from every institution. (Though if I'm this unenthusiastic, naturally I'm not going to get in anywhere.) Bleh, bleh, bleh. I don't know myself anymore.

I hate technology!!! Somehow from copying the photos from my camera to the compy it did what it does every now and then...say it copied when it didn't. So I delete all the pictures off my camera, go back to the compy and find...LO AND BEHOLD IT DIDN'T COPY SHIT. Thank you, camera! Computer! Both working in perfect harmony to ruin me.

If you knew what photos were on there, you'd know why I'm upset...it's a little something like this:





Bunneh!

Julain loves loves loves bunnies. He had one when he was younger that lived a very long happy Bunny-life, and really wanted another one for ages. So, here she is!
We could only resist for so long. Her name is Snuh. Technically I am co-parent of Snuh, however as Julian and I don't live together I will have to be happy with my visitation rights.



She also communicates to me via MSN!


I'm her favourite. As I'm going crazy making Cockatiel toys so I may as well go nuts making Bunny toys while I'm at it. I want to make her a cool Bunny playground.

That is why I am upset about my stupid camera, those photos of Snuh and Julian would break your heart they are so cute. I was going to print them. Oh well, Julian's sick of me attacking him with the camera anyway.

To continue with this animal post, the new demonic tiel, Coconut (Coco for short) did really well yesterday when I took her out for a little bit. She tried to bite, got nothing but a mouthful of glove and decided that it wasn't really worth the effort. Treat of choice is cuttlebone of all things...really nuts, she knocks back millet quite literally. After the session and a lovely little spray bath she was a lot calmer. I think she's doing so well.

As for Icarus, she's her usual self. I might take her for a check up with the vet when I take Coco just to make sure she's still okay. The vet said it wasn't needed but it can't hurt.

One non animal thing...that cover of Common People originally by Pulp is the worst cover I have heard of any song in my life. At one stage I was sure it was a joke, like making fun of all the bad covers of 80s songs that have been popping up lately. It is shockingly bad. I don't know who did it, but I hate you.

Hello, my little demonic new chicken! Welcome to your home!




It's evil...see it's evil plotting eyes? It's plotting evil!



(Yes, I am a loser who makes an LJ icon for her bird as soon as she brings it home. Love me?)

When this baby bites, you bleed. It's just that feisty attitude that made us fall in love.

Okay, I hate memes, you hate memes, we all hate memes. This one was kinda funny though:




Ahahaha!

No one reading this get this, do they? ;_;

I'm slowly making my way through all of this University crap. To tell you the truth I have no idea what I want to do next year apart from lie on a beach in Bali. (Mmm, Bali!) But there has to be a certain amount of reality to my plans. I am getting sick of how I'm living right now..does that even make any sense at all?

The amount of political mail I've been getting is irritating. I don't need propaganda delivered to my door, thank you! I'm not to thrilled about either party, honestly. I believe I will opt for a third party...! Maybe! Thank god for preferences!

The amount of bird journals popping up lately is amazing and raises my daily cuteness quota. :)

- Nutmeg.



- Nutmeg and Cashew



- Cashew

Get the nut theme? I really wanted to share the cuteness. Although, even cuteness can tire on a person when dogs are crawling all over you. And lying on your head. Constantly licking you. Hmm, those puppies are on puppycrack.

Lily and Julian have been playing Silent Hill for two hours..I think they are going mad!

You must do the following:

1) Go snorkling! It is like something out of The Little Mermaid. To reference another Disney movie, we looked for Nemo and didn't find him. It was the best fun ever.



2) Whitehaven Beach. (See above photo) Clear waters, white sand and BUTTERFLIES flying around you. Best part is that it's not crowded...the island is undeveloped by man and only certain boats are allowed go there.

3) Go to lots of islands, and go on lots of boats. Boats = no shoes! That way you can crawl everywhere! If you go to Hamilton Island, travel by golf buggy. Crazy fun.

4) If you are in Daydream Island, check out the Rejuvenation Spa. I got totally pampered.

5) Lastly, go on a sunset cruise with your lovely boyfriend and enjoy a three course meal afterwards.


Do not:

1) Fall asleep on Whitehaven beach. I got burnt.
2) Plan so many activities that you never get any time to just chill out by the pool.
3) Leave your towel at home.
4) Drink too much without realising on the sunset cruise. The people who run it consider it their mission to never let your glass be empty. :S


Wahhh, Melbourne is so cold and gross in comparison. ^~

Ps. Icarus was in a pretty grumpy mood when I returned. Can you blame her after a week with my sisters?