I told my mum I wanted to move out. She looked up at me, alarmed, and said 'with Stuart?' 'Hell no,' I replied. After that she was quite happy to let me move out with Sir and Ass. I did some rudimentary research and found a couple of places that seem suitable - one in Roseville and one in Lindfield. The one in Roseville has a tennis court. At some stage the three of us will need to nut everything out.
I've stopped being a snowglobe. Instead, this week I'm a mezze plate. I feel I can do anything with my little sack of choc chips which were left over from cooking that weird strawberry choc chip cheesecake slice at the weekend. I had a recipe but I ad libbed half of it. Never could follow instructions. which reminds me of the only thing I learnt in 5th grade - "if all else fails, read the instructions". But baked goods don't really work that way.
I bought my boots, by the way. They're quite the comfortable pair, actually. Though I wish I didn't wear them with my denim skirt when I had to get home in peak hour commuter traffic. Who knows what my arse looks like at that angle...
I spent Thursday and Friday at Fairfax judging the Writenow! comp for the Sydney Writers' Festival. At the end of the first day I was motivated enough to write a guideline. The process was supposed to take just one day but let's just say that some of my fellow judges were not as quick or discriminating as they needed to be and so after I'd finished my pile I had to comb through and weed theirs. I left at 6:30pm on Friday, the final verdict hanging in the air, to go home and watch Nerds FC.
There was a vollie briefing on Saturday morning, then I went shopping and inexplicably bought three double CDs, three strings of beads, chocolate covered Turkish Delight, crap hair dye and the ingredients for a weird cheesecake slice. The Turkish Delight was for Stuart because I'd piked again (twice) but I tried to get the non-chocolate covered stuff that he prefers and still couldn't get it right. And the hair dye was the good stuff, Lush's Caca Brun (translation: "crap brown") and cost me $22.95. When I use it, it will be the first time I've ever dyed my hair. Sadly it will be to cover up grey and I'm only 25.
I went home and made the cheesecake slice. I had no idea melting chocolate was so difficult. It's seems easy now that I'm melting choc chips in my mouth three or four at a time. What's difficult now is finding dark choc chips on my black t-shirt when I lose my grip on their weeny little bodies. Took half the cheesecake bounty to Assumpta's Indian dinner party where she, Sir and I discussed moving out of home and moving in together.
Sunday I spent with Stuart at his new, former, Narraweena pad. He's since moved back to Dee Why due to complicated family dynamics. I'm expecting his dad to kick him out next week to make way for the new baby (Stuart's half-sister-to-be). Stuart's now looking for a job via Centrelink (has it ever worried anyone else that Centrelink is in fact the *worst* place to try and find a job? I never approached them because they force you to do all this unnecessary stuff when all you want is someone to understand that you won't sell your soul to marketing).
Yesterday I started by washing my hair, followed by some light grooming. In the evening I fed a parking meter in order to be marauded by children at the Kids Night Out event (Parramatta Riverside).
Today I made a solid start on my 'How to be an Exhibitionist' article (I do hope they keep the title), searched for future abodes (and pestered real estate agents about dogs), went to see Neil Gaiman at Macquarie Uni (who was an excellent speaker), saw a hippie version of a girl I once went to uni with (it might have been her?), ignored my ex's ex-girlfriend (the one after me - I hate her guts), and scrutinised a guy whose face looked like Groucho Marx (seriously. He was right across the room from me but he looked SO MUCH like he was wearing a Groucho Marx disguise that I debated throughout the session until I decided it was his real face). Then came home to conceal from my mother the fact that I was eating chocolate chips for dinner.
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