Tuesday, what is this? Why would you do this to me? I feel like I have been smacked in the face with a brick. Well, not really, but I am in physical pain. Emma and I weeded and gardened for three solid hours on Sunday and the backs of my thighs are aching, still. I am serious! It's really strange. They hurt to buggery and it's quite confusing. Still, we feel quite accomplished as the front courtyard no longer looks like Bug City and the backyard, well. You can see the backyard, these days. It's nice.

After we gardened (and then cleaned up because we were REVOLTING), we had breakfast down at Planet Matterz (this has quickly become Sunday tradition) and then hit the highway, searching for the nearest beach. Sunshine coast will always win over the Gold coast so we headed north and got frustrated because we wanted coast straight away and it takes about an hour. Caloundra wasn't good enough for us so we finally found tres good at Mooloolaba. Mmm delicious beach. Except it was overcast and we were too tired to even go in the water but we wandered up the beach and then back down and that was nice.

Oh, I forgot Saturday night. On Saturday night we saw Tegan & Sara at the Tivoli. Whee! It was all ages, so there were half a million underage lesbian stereotypes running around. HILARIOUS. No, it actually was hilarious. Having said that, the band was amazing. Their banter was funny (and LENGTHY but not boring lengthy, just entertaining) and the songs were great and it was just, it was wonderful. Kaki King supported and I was a bit hesitant about her because despite Kira loving her, she is instrumental only (no vocals) and a large part of my love for music wraps around lyrics, but having said that I found Kaki King utterly wonderful and I'm glad Kira's moving in because I know Kaki will get played in the house a lot. And I'm okay with that.

I'm working backwards here, it seems. On Saturday morning, Emma and Dudley (who is over visiting for about a month and stayed with us on Friday and Saturday nights) and I went out to DFO for a day of shopping. Slightly horrifying. Any kind of shopping around Christmas time is not okay. DFO was surprisingly okay, though. Maybe because DFO is predominantly a clothes place? I didn't realise that before we got out there. But that was okay, because I'd done most of my present-buying at Carindale the afternoon before. I bought a lot of things... a lot for myself, too... I got a hefty Christmas bonus from work and it was too exciting not to spend. Perhaps I will show you some of the exciting things I got. SOME OF THE EXCITING THINGS I GOT! ( Let me show you them. )

Some other things I did get were a lot of gig tickets. Just when I think that the current year is full of overwhelmingly good tours and can not possibly be topped, this happens:

January 10th -- Sufjan Stevens @ the Tivoli
February 29th -- Stars & Broken Social Scene @ the Zoo
March 1st -- Laneway Festival (Feist, Kevin Drew, Panics, CYHSY + more)
March 6th -- Beirut @ the Zoo
March 9th -- Iron & Wine @ the Zoo

WHAT IS THIS MADNESS! Marie, Brooke, I believe you should smuggle yourself into some Canadian's luggage and come over as well. The rest of Canada's coming, why not you guys? It's only logical.

Anyway. That'll do for now, I guess. Tomorrow night we're going to see Skinny Jean play at Rics. On Saturday night I'm heading out to the Gin Club's Christmas party at the Zoo. next week is Christmas. The week after that is my 24th birthday. Kira will start moving her things in, soon. I need to pick up the rugs from mum's place so we can start to build the den. Maybe I will do that next week, when I am home for Christmas. I need to start pumping out the Christmas tunes, I need to get my holiday spirit on! I was going to upload some Christmas tunes but I am too distracted to do that right now. Maybe you should, instead...

          

Sorry guys, I got abducted for the last two weeks so I've been away from the computer. No, literally, these little green aliens swooped down one night, I was just reading in my bed (it was some really engrossing book or I would have noticed the lights, I reckon) and they came in through the front windows (mum's always at me to close those, I guess I should learn that lesson) and I was like, "you're little and green and taking me somewhere, aren't you?" and they were like "you're a prime example of today's youth!" and I said, "yeah, I am, I'm voting for Kevin Rudd and I'm overweight and (or is that because) I spend way too much time on the computer" so I went with them just to check it all out. It was okay, I guess, but I wouldn't jump at the chance to do it again. I thought I was only gone a couple of hours and when I got back there was a whole two weeks missing from my life.

None of the above paragraph is true (except for the reasons for my being a prime example of today's youth) but I have been on a journey through time and space (of sorts) to the world of the Mighty Boosh. I've watched it from time to time many a time in the past but since the new episodes started pumping out (haha I wrote "pumpkin out" first but then I fixed it) I've gone a bit mental. I just got so excited. I've been raping youtube for old stand-up spots and interviews (including songs) and the live DVD (some fool uploaded the whole thing to youtube so I had to watch it, didn't I) and the madness, it has to stop. But why would I ever want it to?

This is post is going to get well long, so I think I should take a precautionary measure and ( start the cut here. (+16.) )


For the month of DECEMBER:
DVD to watch: Do I really need to say it. BOOSH?
Movie to see: I can't wait for Boxing Day movies!
Celeb to crush on: Ahhh damnit Noel Fielding. He's all angles.
Music to hear: WHATEVER COMES ON SHUFFLE
Book to read: The Almost Moon, Alice Sebold.
LJer to ♥: frock, I thought of you many a time during the election. I just thought you should know. ♥ Also givemehistory for visiting, sory.
Commit to this: Keep walking! Find a name! Do some stuff!
Tune to jive to: It's unfortunate that all I have stuck in my head right now is Eels.

          

Seeing the Panics on Friday night changed my life a bit, I think. I'd liked them for a while, I'd seen them twice this year already at festivals, but I guess I wasn't listening properly those times. I don't know. All I know is that at the Zoo on Friday night, the Panics were incredible and everyone should feel this way.

Sam, Heidi and I went searching for houses yesterday. I'm thankful for it, because even though all the houses we saw were awful, it was a very hot day outside and we were driving around for most of it in an air-conditioned car. So great! Not so great about the lack of housing, though.

Emma's Tupperware party yesterday was wonderful. Hahahaha. I actually bought some Tupperware. No, guys, you don't understand, it's this magical thing that chops up things. It's called the Happy Chopper. I'm really bad at chopping stuff and it's incredible. The only problem is that it's TUPPERWARE therefore it's A MILLION DOLLARS but I don't even care. Well, I do, I care, but I'm ignoring it. Emma made honey jumbles and they're so delicious; I ate a lot. There was also punch.

Me: I'm going to drink all the punch.
Pete: I'm going to drink the other half of the punch.
Me: ...
Pete: ...
Me: It's okay. I'll rephrase. I'm going to drink half the punch.
Pete: I'm going to drink half the punch!
Me: There we go.

As planned, Emma and I went out last night all frocked up and wearing heels (so awkward but certainly not as bad as it could have been) and we celebrated the 20th birthday of Stavros at the Fringe Bar. It wasn't as terrible as I thought it might be, but hm. No, it was a good night. We drank champagne and the bubbles went to our heads and we stumbled around for the night with Chris Pollock in tow. We caught a taxi home at around 1:30am and it was a good idea, because this morning hurt. Now I get to the best bit of the post, the bit that prompted me to even make a post, so I could share this with the world.

We were woken this morning at some ungodly hour (8:10am) by a screaming child in the block of units next door. We were both horrified. Nobody would stop this child. "I am never having children," I murmured repeatedly. "At this moment in time, neither am I," Emma would occasionally answer. Anyway. It had been going for a while, this screaming child, sobbing and screaming and all we wanted to do was sleep. Suddenly this guitar strumming started up. "OH GOD NO," we wailed, because surely the last thing you give a screaming child is a guitar to make more noise with. But no. Oh no. It was not the child on the guitar.

STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
"Will somebody please shut that kid uuuuuup"
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
"It's been crying like that for ages noooooooow"
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM
"Please somebody just shut that fucking kid uuuuuuuuuuuuup"
STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUM STRUUUUUM

His melodic tunes saved our lives. It actually worked. But we were too pleased with the song to go back to sleep, so we went and ate some breakfast. Now I am going to have a nap, then I am going over to Emma's place to eat nachos and swim in her pool. BLISS.