A place that's covered in roses
That don't cut her hands
A place that's sacred
And no one can find her there
In her little world
In her little story book
In her little world
She's such a little girl
Man, I always get this result on these things. Is a new york City accent a good thing to have, I wonder?
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I know it's been a long time since I've posted here, but I wanted to share with you all that I recently became an Aunty....101 days ago today, in fact. And today he's reached a very special milestone in that December 4 was his due date. Our little boy is now full term and provided that he's gained a little more weight by tomorrow, the plan is for him to finally go home.
It's been a long roller coaster ride for him, his parents, and us as a family but we are all so proud of him for doing all the right things and he is a miracle to us all. There are still a few medical things happening that's on all of our minds, but for now we are celebrating this exciting time. ( Photo under the cutCollapse )
pointed this out to me today and though perhaps the LJ bit is a little out of date, it's still relevant and made me laugh.
Gosh, I just had the best night's sleep ever.
Lately sleep hasn't really come easy, and I tend to pop on a DVD before I go to bed to give me something to concentrate on but relax with and hopefully fall asleep watching. Last night I picked Finding Nemo and it seems to have worked a treat.
I probably fell asleep somewhere around 11.30-12, and had this wonderful dream about living by the beach and Bjork coming to give a performance at the beach - literally the stage was hovering over the water sort of, and the tiered seating was on the sand. It was a great, happy show, and I was the biggest fan there (most of the other people were my extended family, who couldn't have really cared less) and so then after the show I really wanted to go talk to her, let her know that I was there and enjoyed the show...so I plucked up the courage as she was sitting in the car ready to leave and she opened the door and I kneeled down to be at eye level and told her how big a fan I was, etc, and it was really lame but she was lovely and Casey Stratton got a mention (even though was she said was untrue - in the dream I remembered Case having done a whole show of Bjork covers and then Bjork came out and Case interviewed her....and in the car Bjork was mentioning that she remembered the day well, and had been originally told that he was some sort of reporter, so the fact that he'd performed had been a massive shock to her...it was a cute story). Anyway! I was just so happy and content and it was lovely.
And then I woke up on my own accord at 9.20am...which recently is rare...either I have to get up for work at like, 7.30am, or I sleep in to midday if someone lets me...so I think 9.20 seems like jsut the right amount of sleep.
I've woken in such a good mood and am determined to enjoy the day - even if I've got bugger all to do. Hooray!
I love discovering new albums, even if they're actually old. A couple of weeks ago I discovered Sigur Ros's Takk and I'm absolutely loving it. 'New album weeks' are the best, and I'm dragging this one out. I also picked up Heima, a documentary film from around the same period and and it's wonderful. It's kind of made me want to go to Iceland!
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My state, Victoria, has had what can only be called a hellish start to 2009.
We've experienced a heat wave like you wouldn't believe, with temperatures of 40+ degrees over a number of days. In the middle of this we experienced a tragic loss in Melbourne on the West Gate Bridge
, and the past 36 hours have seen at least 650 homes go down in bushfires, the early death toll standing at 65 and expected to rise.
Last last week forecasts were predicting temperatures on Saturday worse than those back in 1939 on the day remembered as 'Black Friday' and 1983's 'Ash Wednesday'. The temperatures on Saturday did indeed rise above those of the past, with the highest temperature ever recorded in the state, 46.4'C. That's about 115.5'F. What made it worse was the high winds, which were extremely hot, and the fact that the whole state has barely seen a drop of rain since December, if that.
After a day of ravage bushfire, the fires continued through the night, changing winds causing the fires to change direction unexpectedly. With no warning at all except for the sound of crackling and ash falling around them, people realised that they needed to flee their homes. Almost all those who decided to stay to protect their homes have died, as well as many who died in their cars after leaving too late and becoming trapped.
I am honestly devastated by this situation and I can't even comprehend how the hundreds or even thousands of people who have lost their homes, have no where to go, and have lost family, friends, and neighbours, are feeling right now.
No one can ever imagine such an event happening to them and to see these people, our neighours, and hear their stories has brought tears to my eyes.
All I can say is...thank goodness I don't live in Adelaide.
I just realised earlier that I've spent the last 3 New Years alone. Well, actually, last year there were others around, it's just that they weren't around to hang out with me so I stayed out of their way. It got me thinking about why that is.
All I came up with is that I want to enjoy the introduction of a new year, and I want it to mean something. And right now the only way I really understand to enjoy something - to be completely comfortable and at peace to feel free - is when I'm alone. I can't do that - I can't live life to the fullest - in the company of others.
So that leads to the question of whether or not it's just the way I am - a true loaner, or if it's a fault that I need to work on...and I already know the answer. What is it inside me that doesn't allow me to be myself, with others. Why can't I open up and let anyone in to my world? I've somehow built my walls so thick, without even knowing how or when exactly it happened. Did it come from my shyness? From bad experiences with other people? Have I just not found the right people? Will I ever be able to change? To grow out of this ridiculous mess?
The only people I can truly truly count on are my family - but you know what? They've all moved on. Every single one of them. Mum and Dad have grown out of parenthood - they're quite happy to go off and do their own thing, as the of course should. My brother and my older sister have both very much got their own lives - in fact both are moving out of Melbourne with their partners in the coming weeks. Even my younger sister has moved on - she has a life that I could only dream of, and is currently away for 10 days. Despite the fact that they're off in their own worlds tonight, I'm grateful to know that they'll all spare a moment's thought for me as the new year rolls in. But we're all different people, and have different ideas of how to spend our time, and so we are apart.
What I don't understand is how to find that person who's going to make me so happy that I will invite them to be a part of my new years eve - someone that won't judge me, and who can enjoy the night, but who'll actually want me to be a part of their new years eve too.
I haven't found them yet, and I'm not going to do that in the state that I am in. I'm hesitant to say that that will change this year, for it is something I have struggled with my whole life, and I wouldn't have a clue how to really deal with it, but I do hope that some day I can find a way to break down those walls.
What better way to spend New Years Eve than posting LJ memes? Am I right? I love how these things so simply seem to wrap up my year that was. Sure, they skip a few bits, and some things come up more than others...but they're...so...Cath.
Last year I was stepping into a year that was completely planned and structured (in a non-planned and non-structured kind of way). This year, however, I really have no idea what's ahead. I've enrolled in my Social Science (honours) degree but that's it. I am yet to find a job and find out really what 2008 will be about for me and I look forward to experiencing it all unfolding in real time.
Guess what I did today! Laundry! Yay!
...oh no you're not hardcore, unless you live hardcore, and the singer, in the band, was way hard core.
I just walked in the door at 4am after stepping out of a taxi in which I tried to pay with credit on my flimsy little debit card before realising I'd given the poor bugger the wrong card. Whoops.
I just had the greatest living room dance session, lol. I had the first disc of Darren's This Delicate Thing We've Made on and half way through Casey, where it gets to the really good bit, and then after that bit you're like 'oh no, its over' and then you remember that there's an even better bit still to come.
Figured it was time to post - I hadn't yet because I've been a bit stroppy so even now I'm concerned that everything I write will be like one big complaining party, but here I am.
So it's one of those weird things, you feel like you've finally moved on from a period of...'unrest' in your life, and then you have a dream and suddenly things come flying back and you realise that you haven't actually dealt with it at all.
I walked outside for the first time today at 1pm, and was only out for about 10 seconds before running back inside in amazement shouting "Mum! MUM! It's no jumper weather!"
On Friday night I went to the Sigur Ros concert at Festival Hall. It was so great!
It's official! The store opens Saturday 13th September at 10am! Very very exciting!
So I've been reminded a couple of times in the last week that my last big post seemed pretty extreme and as if I wasn't coping at all...and, you know, I guess I wasn't really, but the good news is that I'm almost there.
Last night I rented some DVDs and by chance happened to pick up this documentary 'Who Killed The Electric Car?'.
Today I found the song that will be played at my wedding or my funeral... whichever comes first. Hah.