Thursday, 1 November 2012

The Awkward Moment When …

So. This is a story I wrote. About a year and a half ago? When I was an active member of the ANU Harry Potter club, I participated in something called a fangasm exchange. In it, everyone writes down three 'prompts' on a piece of paper and chucks them in a hat. A prompt can be anything, basically, that you want to be included in the fangasm. Luna, Yule Ball, moshing. Brooms, Divination, romance. Harry, Draco, Neville. WHATEVER.
After putting all the prompts in the hat, everyone then pulls one out and, provided it's not their own, has to take those three prompts and create something with them. Mostly it's fanfics, sometimes it's art, a mix CD, a dance, anything creative involving those three things.
I got:
Harry Potter
Arthur Weasley
The Talk
I wrote a fanfic. It is below.
Please be kind. I lost my soft copy of this and found the hard copy a couple of weeks ago and I had to retype it and I'm sure there are mistakes from typing it out so forgive me.

The Awkward Moment When …
A poorly constructed story by Adrienne May

Molly Weasley is a big believer in the idea that you can’t get a man to do a woman’s job – and in most cases, she’s got the woman’s job covered. The following is a time when, try as she might, she just wasn’t fit for the task.


It was another long, sweet summer, seeming all the brighter for the threats that now lay in the past. The dark, figurative cloud over the lives of wizards and Muggles alike had figuratively drifted away, and even the rainiest, stormiest day couldn’t darken the spirits of most people. Every day seemed like a blessing; except for today, in the life of one unfortunate nearly-man. Not that he knew it yet.

From across the breakfast table, Molly observed the way he looked at her daughter, and began happily entertaining thought about him one day becoming her son. This kept her occupied until he looked up at her expectantly.

“Mrs Weasley?” said Harry. Molly started, realising she’d been staring blankly, smiling like a fool and holding a piece of toast halfway to her mouth for an awkward number of minutes.

“Sorry, yes, dear?”

“I was just wondering if you could pass the butter. Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, of course,” she flustered. “There you go. Would you like anything else?”

“No, thanks, Mrs Weasley,” Harry said, as he turned to look back to Ginny. “I’ve got all I need right here …”

As the young couple shared a secret look, Molly blushed, embarrassed by the tone of his voice and the implication beneath it. At the same time, she remembered the previous night, when she’d woken to the creaking of the stairs, almost as if someone had been walking from Ron’s room down to Ginny’s. As she looked at Harry and Ginny, giggling and whispering to each other, a terrible thought began to dawn on her. What if they had been …? No …

Throughout breakfast, Arthur had been sitting contentedly, amicably interrupting the conversations of the others. He wasn’t paying any attention to the lovesick teens, and did not seem to realise what could have been happing in Molly’s very own house just the previous night. She seemed to be the only one who noticed, and the more Molly thought about it (though she tried not to think about it in too much detail), the more resolutely she came to the conclusion that something had to be done. And this might be a time where she wasn't the woman for the job.


“Diagon Alley!” proclaimed George, as he stood in the fireplace. He whooshed out of sight after offering the family a polite salute, and that left Molly with only Ginny to get rid of. She’d already taken Arthur aside and told him what he had to do; it was now just a matter of getting Harry on his own.

“Hey, Ginny, would you like a game of Quidditch?” asked Harry, as he snuck up behind her. Her flushed nod was his answer, and Molly took the opportunity before it passed.

“Actually, that sounds like a wonderful idea. But first, Harry, I wonder if you wouldn’t mind giving Arthur a hand with moving something. I’d do it with magic, but you know how he likes the Muggle experience. Don’t you, Arthur?” Molly nudged him.

“What’s that? Oh, yes. Isn’t it wonderful how they have those little cars with spikes on the front to pick up things. They’re called knife-lifts, you know, Molly. Jolly useful things, I should imagine. Though a bit nasty when they’re cursed …”

“Yes, yes, Arthur, knife-lifts. But can you show Harry into the other room where the thing that needs to be moved is?” Molly said. “Now, Ginny, you’ll have to go out and get the brooms ready, won’t you? I’ll send Harry out when he’s finished, all right? Go on then.”

Molly didn’t miss the eye roll from Ginny, but she left anyway and Harry walked into the lounge room, where the ‘thing’ to be moved supposedly was. As Harry walked away, Molly pulled Arthur aside and whispered at him reminders of things to say.

“Don’t forget to tell them to be safe.”

“Make sure you remember all the spells they could use.”

“Remind them that we have seven children, who we love very much, but it is a lot of laundry.”

“Oh, tell him that we can hear everything in the house, too. And that we don’t want any mischief.”

“Also, say that –“

“Molly,” said Arthur tiredly, “I know. Just calm down. It will be fine. Now let me go and talk to the boy.”

She slowly let go of his sleeve and he walked into the lounge room. Molly went over to the sink to pretend to do dishes, but as soon as Arthur closed the door behind him, she rushed over to it, pulling an Extendable Ear out of her pocket as she went.

“—ted to talk to you about a couple of, um, things. Why don’t you sit down?” Arthur was nervous and Molly just hoped he would remember everything he had to say.

“Is everything all right, Mr Weasley?”

“Oh yes, Harry, everything is fine. I really just wanted to talk to you about the fact that you’re staying with us all summer.”

“But I’ve stayed with you for most of my summer’s since I started Hogwarts,” said Harry, sounding slightly confused; though in Molly’s opinion, not as confused as he should be.

“We know that, but, er, you haven’t really stayed with us before when Ron isn’t here, have you? And I suppose that just seems a bit different to us,” Arthur explained. Or rather, thought Molly, attempted to explain. She might not be able to have this chat with Harry, but she was sure she could do better than Arthur was.

“Oh … Would you like me to go? I’m sure I can meet Ron and Hermione in Spain? I know Ron doesn’t really want to be there anyway. Otherwise I could go stay with George? Or Bill and Fleur?” Molly was worried Harry would leave, and was about to open the door with the intention of assuring Harry that of course he had to stay, but Arthur got there first.

“No, Harry, don’t be ridiculous! Of course we want you to stay! If it wasn’t for you, I’d never have known about knife-lifts! But, er, there are just a few things I wanted to, uh, talk to you about.” There was a pause, during which Molly knew Arthur was trying to collect his thoughts. “Well, it really just has to do with your, ahem, relationship with Ginny. I know your uncle would never have talked to you about, er, things like this, and even so, he would only know the Muggle ways of doing, uh, things. But anyway, I just think it’s time we had a chat about some,” Arther coughed, “feelings, you might be having. They’re completely normal at your age. I’ve gone through the same thing, heh. But you’re at a time when your feelings don’t just affect you, but my daughter as well, and we just wanted to make sure that you’re, uh, fully informed.”

He was rambling, and Molly was getting frustrated. Ginny would come back in soon, and she’d be furious if she knew what was happening.

“Erm, Mr Weasley … Are you trying to give me The Talk?” Harry’s voice sounded equal parts amused and horrified at the idea.

“Well, yes, all right then, Harry. I suppose I am. Molly and I just want to make sure you’re, ahem, safe, and that you know what you’re doing. Not know what you’re doing like that!” Arthur added, in response to a look of shock that Molly was sure would have crossed Harry’s face. She nearly sighed in exasperation, but stopped herself, not wanting to be heard.

“We just want to make sure you know the consequences for your, er, actions,” Arthur continued.
“Oh … Um, okay?”

“I know it seems out of nowhere but things do seem to be serious with you and Ginny and we just want to make sure you don’t end up having more children than me and Molly, heh.” Arthur attempted to inject a joke into the conversation, and Molly could almost hear Harry’s embarrassment. “So, I just want to make sure you know some simple spells to help avoid any, uh, problems. Here, I’ll write them down for you. There are books you can get on this sort of thing as well. In fact, I think we might have one around here … But anyway, Harry, for safety, fortis ovum is quite useful - though I’ve found that tempus inferre is a bit easier, er, on the lady. Also, if you’re looking for a little more excitement, domus ropa is an excellent way to go.”

This statement was followed by one of the most awkward silences Molly had ever experienced, and she wasn’t even in the room; but at least that meant Arthur couldn’t see how red she was. Clearly, Arthur had decided that if he just talked quickly, he could get it all over and done with. Unfortunately, that tactic had taken the conversation to a new level on uncomfortable.

“Um. Thanks, Mr Weasley. I think …”

“Well, uh, that’s fine. Just between you and me, those Weasley women are quite fiery, which I know, at least with Molly, can lead to some, ahem, mischief in the bedroom. Molly’s passionate personality makes for some interesting experiences of an evening, let me tell you.”

“Please don’t,” said Harry quickly. Mr Weasley suddenly seemed to remember what he was saying and to whom he was saying, as he hastily tried to wrap up the ‘discussion’.

“Yes, well, I guess that’s everything. Oh, except, and don’t tell Molly I said this, but if you’re, uh, going to sneak into Ginny’s room at night, be a bit quieter about it.”

There was a beat of silence during which Molly could only suppose Harry was awkwardly trying to explain his behaviour.

“Don’t worry about it; a quick silencing spell should do the trick. Now, I think that’s all. Thank you for the help with the, er, shelf, Harry. Best get outside to Ginny now, eh?”

“Yeah, Mr Weasley. Glad I could, um, help?” Harry replied. Molly heard them get up and walk to the door, so she rushed back to the sink, clearing her features and the stuffing the Extendable Ear back into her pocket. She turned around as the door opened, saw Arthur slipping Harry a piece of paper with some handy spells written on it, and two of the reddest faces she’d ever seen. Harry ducked straight outside without making eye contact, and Arthur slumped down in a chair as if exhausted.

“Thank you, dear,” Molly said, “but I think you forgot to mention –“

“Molly, my love, I said everything I needed to,” sighed Arthur, and Molly supposed that perhaps in some situations, a man might do the job just fine.


Later that night, Arthur awoke to a slight creaking on the stairs, what could be a small whine as a bedroom door opened, and a hastily murmured silencing charm. He looked at Molly, who was sound asleep, and smiled before returning to sleep himself.

And upstairs, and man’s voice whispered roughly, “Domus ropa.

Friday, 12 October 2012

Will blog out angst.

Good things that happened today:
- I didn't skip my lecture (unlike some people).
- I got my research participation done for psychology.
- I woke up in my nice bed.
- I didn't miss the bus.
- I had a bus ride where I got to read.
- I got to carry around an umbrella all day, and even though it didn't rain, I pretended I was an English gentleman out for a stroll through the grey London streets.
- My cats came back
- And one of them is now snuggling with me.
- I had a semi-underwhelming but still hunger-satisfying lunch
- With pleasant company
- And a free lift home.
- I got to wear my winter hat.
- I got to see lots of nice people. Or at least, a few people who are lots nice.
- I got to read the lovely Alex's blog, which due to the fact that I hadn't blogged in a while, I'd forgotten to do.
- I had really good ice cream. REALLY good ice cream. Caramel honey macadamia ice cream.
- Chome suggested macadamia is not a word and I was actually trying to say tarmacadam.
- I wasn't.
- I had pie. Ooooh, apple and cherry pie. Oooooh, pie-y pie time.
- I found out about wacky new places at ANU.
- I got to cook my breakfast not in the bathroom, because our kitchen renovations are mostly done!
- I got to bed early (she writes, hoping that in the process of writing, it will come true).
- I blogged!
- I wore a secret Harry Potter shirt. (It was a secret because it was too cold to take my jumper off.)
- I planned my bus to see my bestest muddy tomorrow.
- I got a love heart lolly that called me a 'dear one'. (This was after getting one that said 'I will', which I don't know doesn't seem to be a thing.)
- I watched a whole bunch of Daily Grace videos.
- I had a good dream this morning, I think. Like, 90% sure. Maybe.
- I finished this list. :)

(fyi that story i started 2 posts ago. totes not gonna finish that. i lost my mojo. sozlol.)

Monday, 27 August 2012

Am I cursed?

Remember this?

"I am about 90% sure they JB are now going to replace my laptop. And with that, the Saga of the Malfunctioning Death Machine is hopefully brought to a calm close, and the Tale of the Eternally Perfectly Working Hardware of Luuuurve can begin. In a couple of weeks when I get it.
Splendid! Splended! Splendead. 'S Plen Dead? Is Plen DEAD?
No. No he's not."

Well... the Tale of the Eternally Perfectly Working Hardware of Luuuuurve began. And ended.
Getting my new laptop was awesome! I went to JB and they were like, hey, we could give you a replacement Acer, OR WE COULD GIVE YOU $1200 TO SPEND ON ANY LAPTOP YOU WANT. I was like "Hm, I guess I'll take the second option?"
I picked a Dell, because they're meant to be the bossest of boss computers and they have awesome GRAPHICS and good OTHER THINGS and they are SUPER FAST.
And it was beautiful.
For a few months.
Until about maybe 2 months ago? I noticed that when I ran full screen programs, like the totally legal episodes of Gilmore Girls and True Blood I was streaming totally legally, and then escaped out to the normal whatever, the graphics were all weird. I can't actually describe it, but it was like all the shading was taken off everything? It was really stark and stuff. This only happened when the battery wasn't in. And like, fine, whatever, I can manage with that because at least that graphics are fine when the battery is in and the full screen program is open.
And there were other minor problems, like the battery cable never stays in. You know how when you use a laptop, you're meant to plug the cable in only while charging the battery? And once the battery is charged, you should either take the cable out and use the battery, or take the battery out and use power straight from the wall? Well, I couldn't do that, because if I did, the battery cable fell out and my computer died. Fun, right?

Again. All things I can deal with.
But now.
The internet doesn't work.
My computer is unable to connect to the internet.
I don't know why. I closed it one night to go to sleep and it went to sleep. When I woke up the next morning and turned it on, it had Windows Updated itself.
And the internet no longer worked.
So there.
I believe I'm either cursed, or computers are attention-seeking twats who like to annoy me.
Computers are 10 year old boys.

Saturday, 5 May 2012

A blossoming love story

This following post is inspired by the oatmeal post about how to be obnoxious on facebook.
A suggestion of a thing to do that isn't obnoxious and stupid is:
Write an epic love story involving cage-fighting nuns and tanks
(It may not be epic in length, but it will be epic in epicness)
So you will now find the map of the Realms of Jasmire (you heard me) and the first few words of the story. The map took me freaking forever though, so it's not as much as you know whatever deal with it.

Chapter One:
Once upon a time, there was a war. It wasn't the biggest war ever or the meanest war ever or the hardest war ever, but it wasn't the smallest, nicest or easiest war ever either. It was kind of like the Baby Bear bowl of porridge in Goldilocks, war-wise.
We begin in the land of Fymh. The war has just started, and the Fymhian government are the ones who started it. Well, not to hear them tell it, but everyone knows that they did. Over the last few months of campaigning, they moved thousands of conscripted Fymhians into the land of Lepodurus. The north of Lepodurus is now in a constant state of turmoil, with petty battles everyday for scraps of land. The previously green fields are now dead, muddy mires, with the boot prints of both armies sunk in everywhere.
The Lepodurites have so far held their ground well, particularly after drawing up allies from the south, in Willowgard and Durak, and calling the always gentle Larvirians down to tend the wounded.
Fymh, its leaders having spent the last 200 years of their rule fighting the surrounding nations, have no allies to call upon.
But the conscripted men and women fight hard for Fymh and one cadet in particular is vehement in his defence of his land.


Early birthday present

It's sideways on purpose and not because there's something wrong that won't let me rotate the file literally any of the ways I can.
HOW BEAUTIFUL IS IT. That is not a question because I know the answer. All the beautifuls.

Thursday, 3 May 2012

I'm not really sure of anything written after this title ... Don't quote me on any of it.

So first off, let me address this issue:
I missed the HARRY POTTER and SONG OF ICE AND FIRE teefury mash up? (see below)
Tell me, can I honestly say my life still has meaning given that I missed perhaps my only opportunity to own this shirt? Because I don't think I can. I really don't think I can. Unless I get the wallet for my birthday.
Now, credit where it's due and whatever. I don't want to get in internet trouble*.
This let me just say amazing shirt was designed by this I'm-going-to-go-with guy:
the50ftsnail and posted on teefury
Sir (I assume), if you have tracking on your name and you find this, I will give you much money to own this. I  will give you ALL the money (in my wallet right now which is like $60AUD or something I guess)

 A School of Ice & Fire

So I will continue to mentally shoot myself in the head (which is an impressive feat, we can both agree, but not an impressive feet, necessarily) and tell you that today I did a silly thing. When I SHOULD (and was a little bit!) have been doing one of my psych assignment (eughhhhhh), I got a call from the DARLING Rita, and guess what?!
Daramalan College Open Evening toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. And I totally went and it was totally awesome.
Teachers, the piercing sense of nostalgia, the repression of any negative memory from there so that it seems like it was actually the best place in the universe, the hospitality food.
Ahh. Good times good times.
I thought this would be a far more poignant, emotional piece, about the struggle to grow up contrasted with the sadness over loss of youth.
Nope. It was just a couple of sentences.
But man, those sandwiches.
I mean sentences.
That is a very subtle Arrested Development reference.
Not so subtle now.
Kind of glaringly obvious, and clearly stated, by my previous clear statement.

*if i haven't done this right or if it's still a not allowed thing because it's your design don't sue me. i will take it down. the fans will cry, most likely. but i am a bigger person than that. just.

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

The Day I Fell In Love

It was a crisp afternoon in Canberra on the 2nd May 2012. My mum and I stopped into Kingston to pick up her shoes, and we wandered over to this shop she told me I might like.
We walked in.
It was a gorgeous place. Kind of weird stuff, half of it terribly ugly, a quarter kind of OK, and the last quarter awesome.
It's the kind of place where there's this mix of clothes and jewellery and ornaments and other random stuff. It's also the kind of place that might organise their products by colour. They do do that. They're also the kind of place that give you a heated wheat bag caterpillar to cuddle while you're browsing, because it's cold outside.
I was looking around, there was a cool jacket, a cool watch, some nice earrings. I'd just got to the green section, when mum called me over.
She was at the front counter.
I walked over to see what she had.
And that's when it happened.
I was a goner from the moment I first laid eyes on
this wallet.
Oh god, it's beautiful.
It's just. I can't even.
What is air?

The softest Italian leather. The colours. The different shapes and sizes.
I have been needing a new wallet for a couple of months now, in case you were wondering. My current wallet, which I really LOVE because it's so pretty and badass, is unfortunately falling apart, and I've been lamenting the fact that soon I will have to get rid of it, and I haven't found a good replacement.
All of my worries are gone.
So here it is:
There's this really dark grey leather on the outside. The stitching is all bright blue.
And then you open it, and rainbows attack your eyes.
Each card pocket is a different, super bright colour.
Green, yellow, pink, blue, orange, purple, ALL THE COLOURS are there and it makes you want to look and look forever.
It may be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in the world.
Which you could tell, by the price tag.
But it IS my birthday next week. And hey, who are you to deny true love?

Now excuse me, I have to go have wallet-filled dreams. Goodnight.

Tuesday, 1 May 2012


Monday, 30 April 2012


So I've gone to this Generate my Blog Topic Because I'm a Creative Abyss by Which I Mean Things Go in and Nothing Ever Ever Comes Out web site blah here
Do you know what it gave me?
You don't. But it's OK. I'll tell you.
Hunting in winter.
So speaking as the experienced winter-hunter that I am, I will tell you a bit about hunting in winter until I get bored and ask for another topic.
Winter huntin', you need a lot of warm clothes and also some hunting things like a knife or a bow or a spear and probably not a sword. There. Go out in the world and make your way!
Obesity in Americans. Haaaaaaaa.
Math or English? I don't know why people see them as such competing things. People are always like "At least maths has a single answer! English doesn't have a specific answer for every question blah blah blah" but that's totally not true. Maths requires way abstract thought and English can have straight answers. And just shut up. They're both good.
Shoveling your self out on a snowy day. Is this a euphemism?
Albert Einstein's early life. Well, Mr and Mrs Einstein love each other very much and one day they decided to make that love into a person. But after that delightful beginning, they were constantly disappointed.
Your favourite novels. I'm assuming it means me. The Fault in Our Stars! Ender's Game! Twilig- Jokes. Divergent! I don't know.
How to make your boss happy. I think you know ;)
NATO countries. What? Um. There. I don't ... I don't know what I'm meant to say.
Dutch villages. This is just getting silly.
Your worst enemy. All those NATO countries.
Russian art. I don't know! There's lots of snow I would guess. They can probably paint you a picture of how to shovel your self out on a snowy day. Also some winter hunting.
The right amount of living space. ...
Poodles are fun things. Oh. You are just. STOP it.
Rings of Uranus. The planet of Uranus has a system of rings which were dicovered on March 10, 1977. There are 13 rings, and their radii range from about 38,000km to about 98,000km. They are thought to be relatively young, no more than 600 million years old (spring chickens!). Oh wait I mean no, rings of URanus, blog topic generator.'
Sheets or WaWa? OK, I'm done.
Tennis ball records. Yeah. Really. Done.

Sunday, 29 April 2012

Today I played Guild Wars 2. And I can tell you one thing. I'm freaking awesome. I am the most badass.
If you look up badass in urbandictionary, it redirects you to the web site in honour of me, complete with fan fiction written about me, photos of the trophies I've won and the monuments that have been erected to commemorate me and the forums where people discuss how they might do stuff that would one day result in them being a fraction as badass as I am.
I think that's all.

Thursday, 26 April 2012

OK, I lied.

I KNOW I lied. I said I was back. Well, I am back but I didn't come back. To this blog. Right here. Like I promised.
Given that I have 8 trillion (see: 3) assignments due in the next few weeks, and had one due on Monday, I have actually been DOING work. I KNOW. Cray town. Population: me. And some confused crayfish.
Also, aside from that, my internet has been maxed out this month, which is always cause for a small party just kidding it stinks. But to load this 'write a blog post' page, took enough for me to get angry and go do dishes instead. DISHES. INSTEAD. I CHOSE DISHES.
Shit just got real.
So again, I am sorry, and I will make it up to you. I know I'll say "in a few weeks when all my assignments are done blah blah blah you won't be able to get rid of me" but let's be honest, shall we? Uni's are crap. They are crap in one way one of the same ways that high school is crap (yes, that doesn't make sense, but yes you know what I mean anyway). THEY GIVE YOU ALL YOUR ASSESSMENT AT ONCE. And then you finish it. Sweet relief, you might say. You may even begin to knead out the knots in your back and stretch your fingers that are suffering from Typing Too Much Disease.
Then you make the mistake of checking your course outline, and lo and be-freaking-hold. You've got another 17 things due next week.

Monday, 23 April 2012

Home again home again jiggity whatever

I am home. Great. Yeah, I had a really good trip and it was fun and relaxing and nice and no I didn't buy you any presents sorry but I will next time and yes I am glad to see you now that I am home and I am sorry for not posting but internet was painfully expensive and I was busy and I'm SORRY, alright? :(
Ah. Home.
The land of uni and homework and assignments and the most dreaded thing of all: linguistics. *shudder*
I'm struggling through my assignment now, and seriously considering how much I can't wait to drop this awful subject and whatnot but I still have to do it. And following after it are two psychology assignments, and an anthropology assignment.
I hate uni.

Friday, 13 April 2012


THIS IS SPARTA** WHAT?! I am posting my BEDA (I feel comfortable saying 'BEDA' at this point, because it has been so far, though that may be about to change) earlier than 10 minutes before midnight?! What crazy insane-o land is this I am hailing from that would cause this kind of commotion? You have all, undoubtedly, gotten used to what could almost but not quite be called tardiness.
But alas, (I almost wrote alaz. And that is what I am going to write every time for the rest of my life even and especially in essays) I am going out to dinner tonight for my dear dear dear friend Gabby's birthday and I have spent the whole day avoiding doing homework and this is an excellent tactic for that.
I have been doing a top job at avoiding though. I managed to find an HOUR LONG youtube video from Nerd HQ, which is a thing organised by Zachary Levi (of Chuck semi-fame) where they have panels of cool people and people ask questions and the cool people answer and the cool people I watched were Nathan Fillion, Jewel Staite and  Adam Baldwin, who you all know are the super cool peeps from Firefly.
But then I did actually have to print a billion bajillion pages of things off for schoolwork to take with me to Queensland which brings me to my next point!
I am going to QUEENSLAND for a week tomorrow, and I am not entirely sure though somewhat doubtful that I will have internet. So if I don't, and therefore cannot post, I will EXTEND BEDA for however long I miss into May! Isn't that super mediocre?! I know, I know.
But I DID end up doing some printings for school and because I'm doing a lab report in psych which needs literally (not actually not literally) a million references, I have printed a bunch of papers and used this FABULOUS TOOL (ding) SUPPLIED BY THE LIBRARY RESOURCES that finds the journal articles or papers I'm using and WRITES MY BIBLIOGRAPHY FOR ME IN THE FORMAT I NEED IT.
People who write their own are chumps.
People who use this super secret and epically amazing thing are champs.
I am a champs.


*This is my one hundredth post. Woo! *small party* In fact, I think I will try and convert Gabby's party into an Adrienne's One Hundredth Post Party. A much snappier name.
**Sparta here equals madness. Also Sparta.

Thursday, 12 April 2012

I have a stinky crappy headache that I've had since yesterday when the doctor attacked me with burny stuff and needles and so I think you should be happy I rated all those books for you yesterday and you really should read Divergent I will lend it to you if you want it and today I watched Glee which was awful but Darren Criss was in the shower while singing Christina Aguilera and then he and Matt Bomer sung Somebody that I Used to Know which was kind of weird because it's a song about breaking up and stuff and they're brother and brothers but it was still AWESOME and now I'm just really tired but actually I would recommend you read any of the books I listed yesterday, most of them I would recommend very strongly except for the Book of Lies and the sequel because I'm sorry Moloney but you are an awful writer but definitely read The Fault in Our Stars because it makes you feel everything and Hazel and Augustus are just. Just. Perfect. Except for the thing that's killing them.
Goodnight. X

Wednesday, 11 April 2012


BEDA is a bad time to start reading this:

but alas that is what I have done so you will just have to deal with it.
In the spirit of books and reading and whatnot, let me now list for you the twenty books I've read so far this year, and like a star rating or something.
Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
**and a half. Tried making a fancy half symbol. Didn't work.
The Abyss by Orson Scott Card
The Book of Lies by James Moloney
The Song of the Quarkbeast by Jasper Fforde
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (audiobook, read by John Green, which I counted yes get over it)
***and a half.
Darius Bell and the Glitter Pool by Odo Hirsch
Shades of Grey by Jasper Fforde
Master of the Books by James Moloney
* (shouldn't have bothered after the previous one)
Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
Across the Nightingale Floor by Lian Hearn
***and a half.
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
***** Also possibly my new favourite book.
Grass for his Pillow by Lian Hearn
Wyrms by Orson Scott Card
**and a half.
Brilliance of the Moon by Lian Hearn
***and a half.
Scarlett Fever by Maureen Johnson
Name of the Star by Maureen Johnson
***and a half.
Inversions by Iain M Banks
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
***and a half. (THE MOVIE OH GOD THE MOVIE <3)
The Boyfriend List by E. Lockhart
**and three-quarters
Divergent by Veronica Roth

So now I'm up to A Dance With Dragons. I am so keen. I will be honest: I have kind of forgotten what happened at the end of the last one, since I read it 5 months ago, but STILL. STILL.
So good.


Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Why you need me as your personal dessert cook:

A short post for tonight, because I need an early night. I mean, it's too late for that but I need an earlier night.
This is what Ben and I cooked yesterday and I can tell you. It. Kicked. Freaking. Butt.
Just, rest your eyes upon it, and then dream and hope and pray and wish on stars that one day I will love you enough to make you this. 'Cause damn, that brûlée was FI-INE.

Monday, 9 April 2012


Man, BEDA (which it has been so far! Hurrah!) is hard work. Creatively I mean.
I actually have nothing to say to you guys today. I was going to tell you a story about my day today, with pictures to accompany, but the pictures didn't send to me and now I am left, at 11.30pm, with nothing.
So here. tumblr fixes all.

TUMBLR QUESTIONS (from this blog)

  • 1: What eye color do you find sexiest? Brown ;)
  • 2: White, milk, or dark chocolate mocha? DARK. ALWAYS. Minus the mocha.
  • 3: If you could get a Sharpie tattoo on your back, what would it be? An octopus. No wait! A ROCKtopus. An octopus rocking out on the drums.
  • 4: Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it? Er, I don't know. Melbourne, big, yes. Queanbeyan, small, it was OK.
  • 5: Your favorite adult as a child? (and not your parents, if they were your favorite) Andy Fyfe, I'mma say. He is the coolest person I have ever met, by ANYONE'S measure of cool. Unless your measure of cool is crap.
  • 6: What kind of smoothie sounds really good right now? A water smoothie. Gross. No. None smoothies.
  • 7: Most embarrassing moment from your primary school years? I hate these questions because I literally can never think of anything except not-even-that-embarrassing things. I sure hope this is the last of these.
  • 8: Most embarrassing moment from your high school years? Aw, crap.
  • 9: Most embarrassing moment from your college years? Ok, but I guess Primary = when I nearly got A Ticket for something on the playground. I don't know. Telling someone they weren't allowed to climb the wooden castle? High school =  Every. Day. Of. My. Life. College = That time Alyce and I saved a dog. No, wait, that was just the best. I DON'T KNOW ANY ANSWERS TO THIS AND I DON'T KNOW HOW PEOPLE CAN ALWAYS THINK OF SOMETHING AND I DONT KNOW IF THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME THAT IS THE REASON I CAN'T THINK OF THEM.
  • 10: Pirates or ninjas? Why? Dude. Ninjas. 'Cause. You can't see them, and then you're dead. Pirates just swear at you and smell bad and speak in words you can't understand. There's a reason there's pirate setting on Facebook and not a ninja one. With the pirate setting it's like "Oh, this is so funny and quirky and I don't know what I'm doing har har har har har." If you turned a ninja setting on, you wouldn't be able to find your Facebook page. Ever.
  • 11: Have you ever climbed a tree more than twenty feet 6.096 m off the ground? I very doubt it.
  • 12: Did you like swinging as a child? Do you still get excited when you see a swing set? Check and check.
  • 13: If you could have any pet in the world, illegal or not, what would you get? A whatever it was I saw in Barcelona. Ben! What was it? (I'll get back to you.)
  • 14: What's your most favorite part of your body? My diaphragm. It does pretty good and stuff.
  • 15: What's your most favorite part of your personality? My wit, charm, sense of humour, intellect and supreme sense of humility all tie for first.
  • 16: Madonna or Lady Gaga? Neither? Both? Who cares? I thought that Lady Gaga IS Madonna, in her 'Now Comes Fully Plasticised!" form.
  • 17: Have you ever watched the Superbowl all the way through? I have never watched the Superbowl even a little way through.
  • 18: Have you ever watched any major sporting event drunk? I have not. To be fair though, my major sporting event experience is limited to a couple of games of soccer, and a few AFL grand finals.
  • 19: What's the most delicious food you've ever eaten in your life? THE PARIS BEANS.
  • 20: Margarine or butter? Which did you grow up with? Butter. That's all.
  • 21: Whole, skim, 1%, or 2% milk? Mostly whole, though if I'm feeling dangerous, I'll give 2% a whirl.
  • 22: Which continents have you been on? ...Seems a strange way to pose the question but, Australia, North America, Asia, Europe.
  • 23: Do you get motion sickness? Any horror stories? How are these related? No, except on boats, or if I read while the plane is taking off. Not any good ones. Related: Because there was once this kid who got motion sickness so bad his parents killed him and then he haunted them and everytime his parents drove anywhere, they would see the red demon eyes of their dead child in the back seat and the parents would be incapacitated by vomiting.
  • 24: Backpacks or satchels? Satchpacks. By which I mean Backchels. By which I mean obviously satchels.
  • 25: Would you wear a rainbow jacket? A neon yellow sweater? Checkered pants? YES to all of the above. And I have worn two of them already in my past.
  • 26: What was your favorite cartoon growing up? My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is the only cartoon in the world why is this a question.
  • 27: If you had to have a cow or a pig, which would you take? Why? Pig. TEACUP PIG.
  • 28: If you had to look at one city skyline for the rest of your life, which would it be? I hate to be That Guy but I gotta say NYC. But like, 12 years ago, so a) I can be in Friends, and b) I got the Twin Towers. 
  • 29: Longest plane ride you've ever been on? Er ... 14 hours? From London to Tokyo, I THINK.
  • 30: The latest you've ever slept? 1pm.
  • 31: Would you buy a sweater covered in kitten pictures? Would you wear it if someone gave it you for free? Covered in pictures of kittens, or covered in kitten pictures, question asker? Because pictures of kittens, I wouldn't buy it but I'd wear it because like, free 'sweater'. But kitten pictures makes me think you just safety pinned a whole lot of pieces of paper with kittens printed on them onto my jumper, which is weird and you should look up a therapist in the yellow pages. But yes. I'd wear it.
  • 32: Do you pick at scabs? To my never ending suffering and torment, yes.
  • 33: Favorite kind of bean? Kidney? Black? Pinto? The ones in Zambreros.
  • 34: How far can you throw a baseball? Back to myself.
  • 35: If you had to move to another country, where would you move? Forever, probably the US, Canada or the UK? For a while, Norway, Switzerland or Italy.
  • 36: Have you ever eaten Ethiopian food? Vietnamese? Korean? Nepalese? How was it? Yes to all of the above. Pretty good I think to all of the above.
  • 37: Small, liberal arts school or public university? Why? Whatever ANU is. 'Cause that's where I am.
  • 38: A relationship with love or one with sex? Love, obvs.
  • 39: Do you eat enough vegetables? Not quite. I think I'm on the line though.
  • 40: Do you like horror movies? How about thrillers? Only slightly, and in the day time with a dog next to me and a friend who is more scared than I am.
  • 41: Would you scratch a crotch itch in public? I ... don't know? I mean. I don't really think about scratching itches so like probably, but I can't verify.
  • 42: Do you swear in front of your parents? In my blog only.
  • 43: Coolest thing you've ever been for Halloween? A person. A person who doesn't do Halloween.
  • 44: If you could change your natural hair color, would you? To what? I have and would and will to dark brown or black.
  • 45: Do you want to get married? Have kids? Yes and ew. Maybe. Or I'll just steal them.
  • 46: Do you use a reusable water bottle? If not, you should. I do. So that's good.
  • 47: City or nature person? Both at different times.
  • 48: Have you ever used something other than "makeup" as makeup? (Like paint? Markers?) Yes. Markers and highlighters as nail polish and I think I did pen-eyeliner once. Bad. Move.
  • 49: Can you walk well in high heels? Even if you're a guy? I am not a guy and I can. For a while.
  • 50: Post 5 awesome things about yourself. BRAG AWAY! No. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME.

A thank you, and goodnight. x