My parents aren't talking again. God knows why this time but they're still sharing the same bed so it can't be as bad as it has been in the past. At least this time each of them are letting me share in the silent treatment instead of chewing my ear off about the other as has happened before. I've been flaunting this advantage, too - last night I stayed over at Stuart's place and didn't even bother to give a reason because I knew that they wouldn't care to ask; they're so caught up in their own friction that they can hardly afford the energy to start something with me. Stuart didn't ask how it was that I managed to wrangle a night together but I'm not sure it occurred to him that it was a highly unorthodox occurrence. Besides, I thought, Rachel spent three nights in Canberra to be with Anton AND took the car so they can hardly be annoyed at me staying over at Stuart's, especially as I don't have work commitments at the moment.
Which is going badly, I must say. The work thing, I mean. Because I still haven't landed any further interviews and not only that, I've hit a low patch where I'm trying to talk myself into doing another round of pitching. Doing the 'rounds' is always painful for me. This time I'm trying Frankie and Notebook and maybe even the SMH Travel section. My current job is "freelance journalist" after all. But then I nearly had an orgasm when I saw a job going for a journo/writer at an aid organisation. I will be crafting my application letter after a good night's sleep. Things are looking up after all. If only YEN and POL would pay their invoices, then I'd be fully satisifed with everything work-related.
My brazilian appointment went badly too. First of all I was late through no fault of my own. The bus was scheduled to come at 8:15am and I was definitely sitting at the bus stop at 8:14am and within sight of the bus up to three minutes before that. I waited and waited and realised I had to wait for the next one, 35 mins later, so I rang the salon and told them I'd be 5 to 10 mins late. They were mildly annoyed (no doubt I'd been blacklisted for cancelling twice before) and said that they had an appointment straight after me and could I reschedule to 10:30am? But I'd already agreed to meet Stuart at 11:30am (it takes ages to get to his place), plus no way was I going to wait for another hour and a half when I'd left my house at 8am already. So I had it done. The beautician was polite enough and no, I wasn't embarrassed about showing my pink bits to a complete stranger and yes it hurt but no more than a second or two after the wax comes off. Twas pretty expensive, though - $59. I know you can get it for $10 cheaper elsewhere but I felt so bad cancelling on them so many times that I shelled out the extra. Anyway, she missed a couple of areas - not sure whether through rushing because I was late or b'cos she was a bad beautician so I had to go over with a pair of tweezers... This is in addition to the soreness that happens when any long established hair gets ripped from the root. By the time that period subsided, I had some minor regrowth already. So all in all I wouldn't recommend it. Stick to your bikini lines and g-string waxes or do it with depilatory cream.
Went to Stuart's. He bought himself a handsome new bike and I met him at Brookvale where he picked it up. We took ages walking back to his place, mostly because he does really sweet things like hold my hand while we're walking even though it'd be quicker for both of us if we didn't. Then we nabbed a short lift off his mum to go and get KY. I started chatting to Mary while waiting for Stuart to duck in and out of Woolworths and she seems pretty interesting, though Stuart can't seem to hide his irritation with regard to her.
In the evening I went to the end of Sydney Festival volunteer drinks and shared pizza with some Chinese vollies (whose names I've forgotten in the fog of a pint or two). It was at the Australian Hotel, which is famous for its Australian gourmet pizzas; we had kangaroo and crocodile. Anna floated around and I spoke to Ann briefly but ended up falling in with the usual crowd - Gloria, Po, Jenny and Kay. Kay was nice enough to give us all a lift home, too.
Not much happened on Wed and Thurs. On Friday I was supposed to go over to Sir's for a DVD night but she ended up calling in sick so Assumpta came over to mine as well. Didn't end up watching DVDs because I started watching Veronica Mars with my mum and then the double episode finale of Charmed screened and I made Assumpta watch it with us. On Saturday I spent half a day waiting with Jade for her car to get washed (four hours and $200 later...) b'cos I'd agreed to help her take some pics of stuff she intends to sell before she goes to Italy.
Sunday was all about rest, reading, cricket and deep-etching Jade's photos while watching the cricket, then yesterday was a trip to Taronga with Stuart (practically all the animals were asleep) and a sleepover at his place. Today on my way home I stopped in at Myer in the city and didn't buy shoes or either of the dresses I've had an eye on but managed to spend over $100 on new bras. Well, I can't say that was wasted money b'cos I need new ones. Then I came back to a house where no one talked to one another. Terrific.
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