Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

So Google Earth freaked the crap out of me in a very “holy-fuck-I’m-having-more-than-an-existential-crisis” kind of way, well imagine stumbling upon the hospital you were born in, and seeing it listed on a website, entitled ‘Derelict London’ (as if I needed further proof that I’m trash! ha ha).

Take a peek here. You have to keep scrolling down.

It’s stupid, I’ve spent more of my life here (in Australia) than I did there, and yet I still miss it. Here just doesn’t feel like home, why is that. Wish someone would tell me.

Much thanks to Lisa @ FoF for introducing me to the Derelict London website.

(wondering why the silly entry title? because this is the sequel to this post.

My cat has made a new friend. Wish I could say the same for his mistress.

There’s a cute little fluffy white cat that has finally become brave enough to venture out into the big, bad world. She’s pretty friendly, and bright, and taken to trying to befriend Wolfie, who pretends to not want a bar of her. She approaches him, all open and friendly-like, and Wolfie’s tail is up (so he’s open and friendly too), but he gets a bit grumpy if she comes too close!

She scratches ‘his’ tree in the neighbour’s front garden. Whoosh! Two blurs of fur whizz past, and Wolfie heads back to the tree to have a scratch himself. He really is quite ridiculous sometimes!

But, I know they’re friends, I’ve seen them touch nose-to-nose. Very sweet.

In other feline news, a dear ginger cat that I met has sadly passed away, a big fat ginger puss by the name of Agatha. Woe! He was so friendly, and not in that ‘clingy’ way either. Just attentive. That’s how the best cats are. Rest in peace, dear puss.

It was in fact the offensive art nerd that informed me of this. Probably because I e-mailed and threatened to get rid of his Magic cards…he didn’t really apologise, well, actually he did, it just didn’t sound like he was very sorry at all. I don’t recall being this burnt since…not sure, but a very long time. Damn, and I just won 2 Magic theme decks. Who am I going to play with?

WEEK 3: random useless fact for the day

The phrase ‘to sweat like a pig’ is stupid because pigs don’t actually sweat, hence their love of rolling in mud. They are smarter than dogs, being able to learn 140 different things as opposed to dogs who can learn up to 90 (I think…been a long time so the numbers might be wrong BUT pigs ARE smarter than dogs) – one of the reasons Heathrow Airport in Britain uses them as sniffers for illicit drugs. Their organs also resemble that of humans most closely and pigs as emergency donors (when there are no human organs available) is an avenue currently being explored by the relevant medical community.
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There is nothing stronger than a person who has nothing.

Till yesterday, I had at least one friend that put up with my bullshit, and I swear I don’t mean to have bullshit but it’s so hard when the mood has dropped. But it’s not like I don’t give warnings.
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It probably has something to do with Easter or the fact that he seems to spend every moment of spare, waking time with his significant other, or more likely, I’m simply just a demanding cow.
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My MtG cards arrived today, but I haven’t opened all the packets, and miraculously in about 10 minutes, I’ve tried a new eyeshadow combination I’ve never worn…but as the title implies, a disaster of sorts occurs.

Soooo…for most of the afternoon, I wore:

Magnetique lipglass, this deliciously bright, vibrant, slightly pearlescent fuschia-magenta lipgloss. I’ve been wrestling with HTML code and it doesn’t want to show the images, and I am not amused.

Then for the eyes…

Deep Shadow paint – a rich dark chocolate brown, totally opaque with a hint of shimmer. Really rich. The eyeshadow base.

Twinks eyeshadow, a shimmery red-brown/plum shade all over the lid

Plum Dressing – you’ll recall that from my first such post…don’t you? You even know what it looks like. Applied at inner corner out towards middle of lid.

Woodwinked eyeshadow applied in what is called the ‘crease’, that top bit of your eye socket, helps contour. Much more golden than appears in the image.

Hey, I kept my promise, got to try out different things everyday makeup-wise. It’s actually very fun, even if I didn’t put it on perfectly. The lip colour is so glam, shame I can’t put an image of it up (especially when the image on the site I tried to link to was mine!

Ok, I managed to upload an image of myself wearing Magnetique lipglass!

Trying new purples, a quickie ‘do’. I’ll keep it short, or try.
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WEEK 2: random positive observation/affirmation of the day

First random nice observation/compliment of the week!

Have to first up mention the cat, my cat. He’s the most faithful, loving creature. He still loves me even though I gave him a bath (for both our benefits – get rid of his loose fur so it doesn’t get all over everything but also stops the poor dear vomiting because of nasty furballs).
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Lists, lists, lists. A random complaint for each day. Next week will be random compliments, methinks.

WEEK 1: random complaint a day

I hate that it’s getting hot. The sunroom in my house is like a sauna. But at night it’s freezing. Yea desert-weather.
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…hate chronic pot smokers.

How ridiculously nasty of me. How socially suicidal of me: d’you have any idea how many people smoke pot on a regular basis?
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The last few days have been horrendous, ugh. Hence, my apologies dear O for not yet replying to your e-mail, I promise I shall!

But today, things were starting to feel slightly normal, and I don’t really have the mental energy to do anything, so I’ve decided everyday for the rest of the week, to muck around with my makeup, and if that means wearing inappropriate shades, so be it. It’s not permanent, I can always take it off. And seeing as my MtG Ravnica cards have yet to arrive, why not.
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It’s 4am, on Good Friday, and I’m watching this awesome but lame marathon of a programme on cable TV called Most Haunted. They are conducting some sort of ghost-hunting expedition in Clerkenwell’s House of Detention, in London.

Which leads me to Wikipedia. Yes, lame I know. At the bottom of the page are various places towns and boroughs in England (my gosh, there are a lot of them).
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After the sadness, comes the medication increase. After the increase, came the numbness (for the first time on the medication I take currently).

After the numbness, came the return of feeling.

It’s a double-edged sword, and a remarkably embarrassing one. I saw most of Godzilla last night, and nearly cried when Godzilla died. I never cry in films – though I nearly did when Boromir died in Fellowship of the Ring (well, I was reading the book and his death occurs at the beginning of The Two Towers, not in Fellowship). We’re not talking a few tears, we’re talking full-on bawl.

An episode of The OC just finished and a couple of people were crying, and that nearly made me cry, almost like you can ‘feel’ their pain so much that it makes you sad enough to cry. I hate the damn show, I don’t even know why it’s on!

Cruelty to animals, even fictional, on television really affects me badly when I’m like this. I have to change the channel or run out of the room, it sounds so weird.

Well, I guess it is weird, to not have control over what upsets me and what doesn’t. But by golly it does feel great to smile and for it to be real, for it to spread all through out one’s body.

Guess now might not be such a good time to see Peter Jackson’s King Kong, heh heh. Please, if there is a higher being, please let my neurochemistry work itself out soon, I don’t want to be a blubbering idiot over lame-arse things!

Not wanting all of you to think I’m a moany old git who doesn’t want to do anything to help myself out of my less than savoury mood, I’ve come up with a fairly cheery plan for autumn.

I’m going to try and find the best slice of chocolate mud cake and/or hot chocolate beverage I can in Melbourne, but only for autumn. It might extend to winter too. Hopefully walking around the city centre will help keep me from gaining too much weight.
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Watching Lisa Loeb’s show again, and she’s just been on a date to the zoo and is looking at tigers.

I want to go to the zoo, to see the wild cats, and also the butterfly house.
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Perhaps it’s not such a bad thing, this whole anti-depressant numbness thing.

Last week, I went on what (if it had’ve been a date) would easily have been classed as the date from hell. Even better, I somehow managed to turn He Who Would Classify As Being Dated from a sweet, gentle fellow, into a near-psychopath reminiscent of one of my chronic pot-smoking ex-boyfriends who got extremely paranoid when he smoked. Which was often. Hm.
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I got an e-mail today from a fellow writing friend, and she’d made a comment about the miniblog being a bit more positive than the blog proper, plus I got some wonderful news from an overseas pal so I thought I’d give this positive thing a bigger shot.

So…my overseas pal is currently undergoing treatment for ovarian cancer and she’s not much older than I am. It seems ridiculous that one could get such a thing so early in one’s life but the good news is that her body is successfully fighting off the malignant growths. This is indeed fantastic news! Even her specialist was surprised at her body’s resilience.

What else? Last night, I was watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and to my shock, Jarvis Cocker, lead singer of the British band Pulp, was in the band for the Hogwarts Prom. How cool would that be? Having Jarvis sing at your school dance. Even better, Jonny Greenwood, guitarist and composer from Radiohead, was the lead guitarist in the band. You’d have to have some magic up your sleeves to get cool people like that at your school dance.

Thirdly, I’m on my fat arse simultaneously watching Sex and the City and it’s the episode with David Duchovny, of X-Files fame. He’s ace. Oh, and my dear cat is sitting next to me.

Truthfully, not doing so crash-hot but I’m trying. When life…hands you your heart straight out of a mincer, stuff it in sheep intestines and make sausages. Ugh. Perhaps I should take one of those nice, luxurious baths and tomorrow I’ll wake up feeling a bit better.