I was reading through the archives of my old blog the other night, and it left me with a desire to put finger to keyboard again. What’s more, I yearn for the days when I blogged about whatever popped into my head while I was writing as well. My fingernails are inconveniently long for typing on my lappy keyboard though, so I don’t know how long I’ll stick with it.
Also, Tim last post was a monstrosity of a comment magnet, and quite frankly, it’s time to get that beast offa the top of the page.Â Seriously, he wrote that post like a month ago, and he’s been getting like a comment a day lately. From people in America. We’re not sure where its been linked, but it must’ve been linked somewhere, ’cause these are all people we’ve never heard of. At least, I’VE never heard of them. And Tim SAYS he’s never heard of them. So if I find some sort of secret other family on the other side of the world, I’m gonna be pretty pissed, lemme tell a whut.
Specially since whenever I ask “do you have a secret other family” or “are you gay” he specifically says no. So, y’know, its not one of these “well, you didn’t ASK if I had a secret other family!” cases. ‘Cause I asked!
We watched The Sound of Music last night. Another movie, along with Mary Poppins that I haven’t seen since I grew up and started to learn what things are. Things like Nazis, and the division between Nazi Germany and Austria, and y’know, hills. The hills are ALIVE. You’ll never catch me taking an innocent stroll up a hill again, no sir.
It has been an interesting trip down nostalgia road though. It’s surprising to learn how much you actually missed as a child, and yet you sort of thought you knew what was going on anyway?
Also, have you ever thought about that Max character? The one who puts them in the concert at the end? Might as well rename him Plot D. Vice. I guess they probably left him in there from the actual story, but still! He’s a giant deus ex machina from start to finish. “I’m here for no reason at all really, and here I am putting your children in a concert you didn’t want them in and oops, saved your lives did I? Two birds with one stone and all that.”
We’ve been watching a lot of movies since we came here. A lot. We basically ran out of movies that we were actually interested in a month or two after we got here, and just started renting things that looked vaguely interesting. Some worked, some not so much.
I convinced Tim to let me get out 2001: A Space Oddesey the other night. Man, what a great… not so much movie but… book companion? I don’t want to be one of those elitist jerks that’s all “Oh, the book was SO much better than the movie!” ‘Cause its really not true! Did you know the book and the movie were made at the same time? So I really like to think that the book is just sort of the film’s explanation, and the film is the book’s visual companion. You can’t really appreciate one without the other? Sort of?
Anyway, I love those books. The other day in Kinokuniya, Tim bought me the first one again, since the older copies we had have been, let’s say, lost to time? It is still totally great.
And we’ve been watching a LOT of NCIS. We’ve made it through just about 5 seasons now. I honestly thought I’d watched more when it was on TV, but apparently I watched less than a single season! Who knew, right? Now I’ve seen every episode on DVD! Wooo!
I have a personal fantasy now of having Gibbs as a father. I think that would’ve been pretty much have been the best thing in the world. He’s so infallible and protective and, sigh! I’m seriously considering inviting him to my wedding so he can give me away. But only if he comes in his marine duds. Yeeeeeah, that’d be pretty sweet alright. I bet he’d come too! For the novelty.
Yeah, we’ve been pretty bored here. Not bored like we have nothing to DO. We have plenty of video games, and lots of my friends around and things, and lots of movies! But bored sort of like… what are we doing here? Why is our life on hold? Why even get out of bed today, I don’t have anything to do.
I’ve been managing to keep myself awake all day these days, and sleep really well at night, getting up at a reasonable hour, and no naps during the day and whatnot. But its becoming a struggle. I have all these hours to fill, no car, no money, no energy. It was okay the first couple of days, ’cause we would do things to keep me awake. We went into the city one day, another day, Tim set me tasks that I had to complete in a day. But I can’t rely on Tim to keep me awake every day. I need something that I can actually fill my time up with. But I just can’t get that here. I’m totally in limbo.
What really scares me is, I sort of blame it on being here, but then I think, well, what would I do differently in Perth? I tell myself that I could get a job in Perth, that when I get back I’ll be doing uni again, but I just don’t know. Maybe I’ve just become bored with myself.
Wow, that’s depressing.
You know what else is depressing? Heavy things! When they’re on you! Geddit!
I’m having an early birthday on Saturday. Not only did my beautiful friends back in Perth send me an incredible present, namely, two tickets to see Dream Theater, but Sarah has said she is taking me out birthday shopping! I’m not 100% sure what to expect of that, but she’s promised to spoil me, and I don’t know how to stop her. She wouldn’t take no as an answer! So I’m pretty excited! I’m having this great pre-birthday birthday! Then a week later it’s real birthday time!
I don’t know what to expect of that either, ’cause I doubt my brother has remembered or has time to come over for dinner or anything, so when Mum says she wants to do a “family thing” I mean, just what the hell IS that? Frankly I think I’d be better off going out with Tim somewhere. It’s easier to organise, there’ll be less fighting, we’re likely to have more fun. But there’s this weird obligation thing with your parents. I mean, I’m sure it started out being like “Oh I want to be with my family for my birthday!” but then it sort of became “Please pretend like you want to spend your birthday with us to make us feel better about ourselves as a family” or something. I don’t even know. It’s not like I don’t want to spend a nice evening out with my family, it just never works out to BE a nice evening. Dad drinks too much, talks too much, Chris disagrees with something he says, Mum and I back him up, Dad takes offense, we all agree to be civil while in public, we get home and everyone’s angry, Chris and Hannah leave, Dad goes to bed, and Mum cries, probably. If there were just some way to… shut them all up. Yep. Good person, I know, right?
Fact is, Tim and I get along like a house on fire, there are never any awkward silences, we always have something to say that the other will find interesting and engaging and funny, and we enjoy the same things and all that. Y’know, everything that makes us a great couple. And I find that the time I spend with him, makes time I spend with my dysfunctional family all the more bitter. It’s like eating delicious bread and butter everyday of your life, and then discovering gourmet pizza or something. You still like the first one, but you’ve just had SO much of it, and here’s something so much MORE delicious.
Weirdest analogy ever. And tangent, really. You all know how much I like Tim, I don’t have to blog about it.
Long story short, I can’t wait to come back to Perth. I can’t expect everything to be the way I left it, but I hope it still welcomes me back.
Also, my brother is moving to Switzerland. Don’t get me started on this.