It's 12:30am, and the house still feels like a fucking sauna! What the fuck?
Heat I can handle. Humidity drives me batshit.

Today a man with horrendous B.O. sat right opposite me on the Lilydale train. All the way from Flinders Street to Box Hill. His rank, sweaty man-stink has been burned into my sinuses. And he's not the only deodorant-dodging commuter I've run into. Fuck's sake melburnians, use some deodorant or fresh wipes or something, you all REEK.

Summer. Seriously over it.

Also this:

Heard this song.
Stopped GTA IV gameplay whenever I heard it, just so I could bop and dance around the room.




Correction: I believe sistermaryfuck mentioned this song ages ago...eh, it deserves a repost.

‡ 3/4 of my room has been painted. It's taking me ages because my family keep telling me to take it easy. Fabric for curtains and doona has been purchased, now all I've got to do is get gran or mum to help me out with making them. Sunblock lining is scary.

‡ I went to the Zoo with Matt, right in the middle of the school holidays. Bad idea. Children EVERYWHERE. Seriously, there were thousands of families there. We were like, one of 5 childless pairs in the whole zoo that day, I shit you not. Crocs and floppy hats and muffin tops and white pants and pastel polos and bitchy mums and awkward dads with overheated babies strapped to their chests as far as the eye could see. Holy fuck. Matt and I got many a nasty look because we swore loud and often.

‡ Still pet-sitting. Worried about how the cats are going to cope with the weather over the next few days as they are kept outdoors in a sheltered coop. Sure they'll have ice packs, chilled water, shade and all but I still don't feel comfortable leaving them outside when it's 41°C. We're going to check on them twice a day for the next 5 days to make sure they're drinking and keeping cool because the family's nan who lives there refuses to look after them. What the fuck.

‡ Lost my phone. Everyone's tearing into me about it even though it was old and starting to malfunction. If I can't find it, mum will throw me her old one, as she just picked up her free upgrade or whatsit.

Speaking of phones...going through a major introvert phase at the moment.



Shitty health and general hatred of summer weather makes me want to stay at home and read rather than socialise. Foggy brain makes conversation weird. I go for evening walks (and attack panelboard walls) for exercise but that's about it. Facebook shits me up the wall. As soon as I have a mobile in my hands I'm going to send my number to those I actually want to talk to and then I'm gone. Pain in the arse website.

That's the name of the paint I'm using for my room.
It's very, very white.

My body is also very, very sore. My room's got panelboard on the walls, so I have to sand them, apply undercoat (making sure to fill in the grooves along with cutting in the corners, high and low parts of wall) then apply the paint the same way I applied the undercoat. Lots of work. My hands are so swollen it hurts to type. Lulz.

It's taken me a day and a half to do the largest wall. Yes that sounds sad, but aside from mum helping me a little with the sanding, I've done all of the work.
Panelboard is a nightmare to paint.

I'm still not too keen on the colour. Everyone here's going on about how great the white looks. It makes the room look cheery, bright, airy, big. BLEGH. I want cozy. I spend a lot of time in my room and I want it to be cozy and warm. To be fair I chose the colour, but I really wasn't keen on white. My family are great, but sometimes they can be pushy. Really pushy. They said I could paint my room, but only if I used a light shade. White walls make me really edgy, and I don't want to wake up in what looks like a hospital room.

Eh. I'm going to give it a month or two. If I start going bugshit, I'll buy a 4L tin of a colour I've always liked but never been brave enough to try - greyish indigo.

Kitten update: The three babies are being taken to a no-kill shelter tomorrow. My family and I are taking them up and we're going to have a look around before leaving them there. Even though they're little shits, they're adorable little shits, and I'm really going to miss them when they're gone.

I talk shit sometimes.
Picture sum things up better.



While I'm hating on Xmas I might as well list the Xmas gifts I received/bought (lulz)

Metal-as-fuck skeleton mug that reminds me of the early Castlevania games.

Skull moneybox

Chinese tea set in my favourite colours: black + ivory cups and teapot with red interiors.

Season 1 of Dead Set

$50 gift card for JB Hi-Fi

$820 in total

Yesterday Matt and I braved the Boxing day sales. My feet are fucked but we had lots of fun laughing at the silly people going silly over whatever silly shit they missed out on. I picked up an XBOX 360 Arcade for $197, F.E.A.R. and Condemned. Today I picked up Silent Hill: Homecoming. Survival Horror Goodness.

My family is currently looking after/spoiling the hell out of three stray kittens. The family friends who were looking after them have gone to the UK for a month. 4 weeks ago they had found four kittens under their house. They wanted to raise them until they were big enough to be re-homed, but handed them over to us after one of them died very suddenly. We're also pet-sitting their two adult cats, not much of a chore as they are very friendly and cuddly.

Here are the babies:



Squeak's the tiniest, weighing in at around 400gm. She's sweet and sleepy and purrs at random. Lately though she hasn't been thriving so we've been feeding her with a syringe, encouraging her to eat and giving her lots of cuddles.




Mister Bubbles is named after the Big Daddies from Bioshock because he is the biggest of the three (980gm) and loves his little sisters. He's a huge ball of energy and rarely sleeps.




Puff is very quiet, gentle and timid. She's happiest when eating and being cuddled. She misses her brother and we thought she wouldn't last the week, but now she's able to eat and drink by herself and even plays every now and then.

Right now Mr. Bubbles and Squeak have eye problems so we've been regularly cleaning their eyes with cold tea bags. Squeak's also being taken to the Lort Smith on tuesday as she's not gaining enough weight. The kittens have two plates of food and two milk bowls to choose from (before we got them Mr Bubbles was eating everything, now the kittens all eat the same amount) so it's not like she has to fight for food. Hopefully by early January they'll be big and strong enough to be re-homed.

Busy, busy, busy.



I'm done.

Santa, NO!

Someone smashed one of the Myer Christmas windows - the display wasn't damaged but the window was totaled.

In Ballarat, a large Christmas tree was set alight.

LOLOLOLOLOL & BAH HUMBUG.

Matt and I are going out on Thursday to watch the Xmas eve violence/crazies. Because we're nice like that. I got told off when I told my family of my plans because they were mean-spirited, that if I didn't like Xmas then I shouldn't celebrate it.

Um, I don't celebrate Xmas in the first place. It's a big, stupid, bloated mish-mash of a holiday. Never fails to do my head in.

Is wonderful.
Just...WOW.
I should be in bed, but I wanted to have a little play with it before tomorrow, as sis is inviting her friend over to bask in the glory that is the new PC.
Wide monitor is taking a while to get used to. Everything looks so tiny. And why the fuck am I using IE?! Jesus.

Tomorrow I'm going to turn into a housebitch. And I'm going to turn my phone off.
It's 3:30am. 3:33pm in fact...pfft.