Today it is very cold. The forecast said a high for the day of 19. It is so cold my fingers have shrunk and my ring is slipping around. (Not too much though).
Tonight: I make russian fudge again. It has been long enough that the pain and suffering of the ordeal has faded in my mind and I feel I can try again to make fudge.
My plan is to go to WARGS tomorrow night, but I might be tempted to go to quiz night instead. We'll see.
Saw Vanity Fair yesterday morning and enjoyed it immensely. We were the only ones in the theatre which was neat. Although startling to come out and see a throng of people waiting to see the Spongebob movie. VF was just lovely to look at. Sumptuous and sparkly. Colourful and man, Reese Witherspoon is good looking! It made me crave pretty dresses so there was Annah S visiting to follow. MMmmm pretty floofy Annah S dresses.
Then I ate Burger King which is wrong and awful. Bad Jenni!
Then Zephfi, HP and I went into to Number one shoe warehouse and bought NOTHING! None of us bought shoes! We were very good!
Other than that my day was a relaxing sitting on the couch and talking to visitors day. Watched some Lost watched Josie and the Pussycats. Is all good. Then I became depressed because it's Monday again and I have to work. On the upside I have a party to look forward to on Saturday. Hurrah!
A Sunday morning entry! Unheard of!
Mostly this is an entry to give the heads up to people who want to know what to give Lee and me for our engagement. I made a list I did. I put it on my lj with the comment emailing turned off so you can comment away and it won't tell me.
I am likely to check back on it though to see if anyone is using it and if it'd be a good way to run a wedding list. So here it is.
I've had a very restful weekend. We saw House of Flying Daggers on Friday night which is gorgeous and wonderful and lovely. Full of extremely good looking people. It was only slightly marred by the thirteen year old boy sitting next to me who kept invading my personal space and waving his cap at me and elbowed me when he got up to go to the bathroom halfway through. Jeez. His friends were rather fond of talking during the movie but not too fond. Mostly they did it when the soundtrack was very loud so it didn't matter.
Also had the same experience as Zephfi of people laughing at inopportune moments in the movie. Suspect they were overwhelmed by emotional drama and laughed so they wouldn't cry? Anyway loved it, but falls into the same category as other epics such as Hero and Crouching Tiger which I really enjoyed but I never want to see them again.
Yesterday I slept in too much and spent the day feeling blurry. Had a visit from Evie and Jarratt which was lovely, haven't seem them in ages. Read a lot: Dork Tower, Fruits Basket (thanks Evie) and even a little Simply Alice because am incorrigible and want to read the Alice books again.
There must be like, a million cicadas outside Wadestown library. Their noise is so loud and yet I can't see any. Cicadas are weird.
Watched the newest Lost last night. Without being Spoilerific let me just say: I cried and it broke my hating of Korean Husband Jin. Now I only hate Boone. Lee asked why I hate Boone so much and the only reason I could give was that he's so girly looking. (I seem to be saying 'girly' a lot. I think it has to do with my impending Brideness.) I guess Boone's also whiney and annoying. That'll do for hating him.
Anything else? If anyone feels a need to bring food to our engagement party (unlikely but there you have it) please bring dessert. This is not me asking for food but saying if you want to, there it is. Dessert please.
I suspect I may be coming down with the wasting sickness again. I am completely wiped for no good reason and my throat was sore yesterday and my glands are swollen up all huge.
I am so glad the weekend starts tonight.
Hmm. Am going to have to start chasing people up to RSVP to engagement party. We just need to know so we don't buy too little food. I'm not so worried about having too much food, as that can always be donated to the lovely hosts. So, if you were invited but haven't RSVPed this is your request to do so. Haven't heard back from some important people and realise that email may not be the best way of contacting them. I will be sending some texts at lunchtime.
I had a wedding dream this morning. It was lovely, all bright colours and lovely people. The wedding was held on a wrought iron and glass platform among treetops. The photographer was amazingly innovative: had a huge roll-up wall hanging that bridesmaids could be arranged on and tucked into and photographed as it rolled up and down.
I think I was wearing red. Mmmmm. Red.
I did a meme on lj where I made a list of ten things I've done that most other people haven't. 'Twas harder than I thought it would be as some things I wanted to put in were actually very personal, or TMI. Or not my things to share. Or just really boring. Anyhoo. Annoying.
Found a new web comic. I don't have the attention span to read it for very long but here's one that made me laugh out loud. Well, snigger out loud. Not very loud, but still. Laughing equivilent.
Get Fuzzy monkey cartoon , I'd better show it to Lee. He loves monkies and is always asking me for one.
Oh, and here's your power tools like I promised yesterday.
It's cold in the morning now, like winter cold. In the afternoon it hots up again though. Right now my feet are boiling in their shoes but this morning I was wearing a jersey.
I haven't noticed it getting dark earlier but that doesn't mean it isn't happening. Daylioght savings is probably going to end soon and then we'll now summer's really over. *sigh*.
Still. at least it's hot *now*. I kinda want an icecream because my throat is feeling sore.
Last night we played My Life With Atari and it was silly fun although I was quite skittish. It fit the character well, but I felt like maybe I was being a bad roleplayer, leaving the room and stuff. I have quotes from it at home.
I love that our Master Atari is so evil but he has this huge soft spot for puppies.
Ok, so most likely a lot of wedding stuff will be blogged about. As such I am forced to include something to entice my esteemed male readers to return to my blog. I'll start with something I stole off Simeon. He posted it on the KAOS memepool aaaages ago. I looked through the pics then and have been thinking about them ever since. Especially since Giffy gave Lee that lovely calendar.
The effect of celery on knicker elastic.
Aaah how I love soft porn paintings from the fifties.
Tomorrow: gratuitous pictures of cars and power tools.
I was searching online for pics of Gwen Stefani's gorgeous wedding dress when I found this awesome site: paper doll heaven. Choose your favourite Hollywood celebrity and play dress ups! I've only had a quick play with Eliza Dushku but it's pretty wonderful.
Couldn't sleep last night, fretting over engagement party plans. I have photocopied a bunch of stuff for sticking into my wedding planner book. Will do that tonight during roleplaying. (Yay! Say the Gamer Boyz).
Talked to my mother who has talked to another aunt. No demands there except that she wants to be invited. Apparently all my extended family is expecting something "interesting" (read: weird and unusual) for _my_ wedding. I didn't realise I had this reputation with my extended family, but there you are.
Lee says that's it, we'll have to live up to their expectations and have a naked wedding. Wouldn't want to disappoint the aunts.
Ps. Ring resized and back on finger! Yay!
There's apparently some controversy over whether kids should wear sunglasses after an optometrist company donated heaps of sunglasses to five year olds at Wellington schools. Story and adorable picture here.
I can understand the furore and everything but I think they're missing a very important point. These are five year old kids. Do you think the sunglasses are going to last?
Five year olds will lose sunglasses quicker than I will (and I lose sunglasses like they're going oout of fashion. Or something) Plus think of the breakage. I've seen five year old kids. Their normal mode of transport is running. They don't care if they fall down. The sunglasses aren't going to last long enough for the kids to wear them constantly and become sensitive to light.
Lee had his first nightmare about the wedding:
It was our wedding day. I had chosen a horrible version of Wallaceville house for the venue and forced him to wear a bright red silk suit shot with silver. He was very pissed off.
Since I have told him he should pick his own outfit for the wedding, he has nothing to worry about from me, but I am still a tad concerned at being the cause of all the wedding awfulness. On the up side I know why he had that dream last night. We watched Four Weddings and a Funeral before bed.
Also we saw my parents for the first time since becoming engaged yesterday and they passed on a request from the rellies down South: that I use no less than six of my little girl second cousins as flower girls. Given that I have only met three of them and haven't seen even them for like six years I am less than enthusiastic. I mean, if I wanted a bevy of adorable flower fairies, I'd want them to be little girls I had some kind of relationship with.
It is tempting to have a kind of unholy army of flower girls though. I could send them out to create chaos....If I factored in all the boy cousins and second cousins as pageboys I could really raise a battalion. Heee.
I'm hoping not to cause a family scandal by saying no to the aunt.
So besides that there was a lot of wedding talk yesterday with the parentals and my sister, then the movie. I'll try and take it easy on him this week. There's only so much I can organise without a wedding date and venue set anyway.
We have four engagement cards now, including one from Sok's family. So sweet!
Wasting sickness melted away on Wednesday night and all yesterday I was at work and feeling fine. I would have updated but we were quite busy and last night I had a meeting.
Today I am going to drop my engagement ring off and get it resized. I am very sad about leaving it behind and keep thinking of excuses not to but I do want it to fit so I don't have to keep explaining why it's on my middle finger.
Other news includes the sudden appearance of a fairy god-lj user, who granted my wish for a paid account with more icon storage. I think I know who it is, but I'm not telling. It's neater this way.
Included in my new iconage are some awesome Lost cartoon icons. Taken from the hugely talented Miggy. Here is the original picture, Lost fans prepare to drool.
Apart from that it seems to have become warm and summery again. I suspect because I wore long pants yesterday. I know we've had a proper summer this time because I'm missing my jeans.
La la la. Started a wedding book last night. One of my blank notebooks has photocopies of dresses pasted in and it's where I'm a gonna keep all the stuff together. Hee hee hee. Lee rolled his eyes something terrible when he saw.
Oooooooh watched the (American) new Lost last night. Mmmmm.
I am home from work. I came home yesterday after I felt even weirder than what I blogged about.
My sickness seems to be of a limb-heavying, woozy head variety. Symptoms include fatigue, weeping (this is normal for me when sick) and a craving for pebbles/jax/smarties/M&Ms. My hip joints feel wrong, like my legs might fall off at any time.
I'm gonna have kransky and eggs for lunch in an effort to build myself up. Whatever that means. I think nearly everyone who wil care now knows about my impending nuptials. (as margrave_yuri so elegantly puts it.) This makes me happy, and eager to get some things done.
Of course in my current state of fatigued legs-falling-off there is little I can achieve. Flicking through NZ Bride and Groom and Cosmopolitan Bride magazines seems to be the limit. That and making notes.
Man, I want candy coated chocolate.
I can't tell if I'm hungry or I'm about to throw up. I can't tell if I'm too warm or actually a bit cold. My legs feel weak and my head feels woozy.
But I'm at work because we're shortstaffed anyway and I'm feeling OK, just completely bizarre.
Got our first engagement card last night (Thanks Seraph and Mrs Seraph!).
It's pretty. Have to sort out details for the engagement party...maybe shoould ask Lee's parents round for dinner tomorrow so we can talk?
Head fluffy. Hot. Hands cold.
I dreamed that Giffy told me off for using Blu-tak to sort out children for camp. I think she wanted me to use post-it notes instead...but I don't know.
Then I dreamed that I was a thief boy and me and my older brother had a grift where I'd steal blocks of art paper from an art specialist shop. The art blocks were huge, like three metres long but I seemed to be able to hide it on my person so no one could tell.
Neither of us really wanted to be thieves but out Mother was an evil harridan and made us do it so she could have new shoes. We were Mexican but she was Maori. I don't know how that worked.
I was in love with the boy who worked at the art shop and was thrilled when he told me he was gay too, but my brother and I had to run into the bush with suitcases stuffed with clothes and shoes for our mother. I think we were hiding out in the bush from cops?
We ran down the road and the art shop people realised we'd been stealing off them and I was sad because art-shop boy knew I was BAD. Shoes fell out of the suitcases I was carting around and fell on the wet street.
I think Donnie Darko figured in there somewhere too.
Lee and I are engaged.
We actually got engaged a week ago, but we've been telling people in person as much as possible. Plus, my parents only found out on Friday when they called my cell phone. They are tripping around the South Island so not very accessable since they don't leave their cell phone on at all.
So. Engagement. Wedding in a year. My ring is a blue topaz with squirlies on each side. Hurrah!
Jenni = teh happy.
...like so much melty butter....
So, I love Lost as you know and now more people I know can see it because it's playing on NZ Tv. (Yay!)
Here I share some more Lost love by linking you in to Cleolinda's Lost recaps.
Obviously most of you will only want to read the first three to avoid all things spoilerific, but if you want to read ahead....well, it's all there. They're hilarious and detailed and will make up for missed episodes and did I mention the funny?
Alright. I'm done. Go read 'em!
Tried to go to Amelie in the Dell last night, but what with the being very far from the screen and the screen being small and it uncomfortable on the ground and the hoards of teenagers....we came home again.
I am actually fine with this, it's much more comfy at home. We watched Pirates of the Carribbean which is always entertaining, and it was great to catch up with people and eat pie and fellate ice blocks.
I finished reading Undine which is a rather good Young Adult novel about a girl finding out she has magic. I am now reading the companion book to Regency House Party, I haven't seen any of the series, so this is good for me. It is also bad because it shows up all the things I did wrong in the Jane Austen game I ran...I guess it was just a very liberal household the Angelworthys lived in?
Lee and I are going to stay at my parent's place tonight for the weekend. Hopefully the weather will pick up again and we can go swimming.
Melange always sounds like a dessert to me.
So, my dream this morning was a heady mixture of the following movies: Sleepy Hollow, Phantom of the Opera, The Village and sorta kinda the Crucible.
I was Winona Ryder (Crucible) and I lived in the Sleepy Hollow village. I worked in a windmill which was really a lighthouse but situated in the middle of town. The town was endangered by the presence of the Headless Horseman except he had his head back, so it was really just freaky Christopher Walken. He stalked the streets at night but couldn't open doors (Hello, the Village?) so he'd only kill you if you were out in the streets.
Here's where it becomes Phantom of the Opera-esque: The horseman was in love with me and regularly came to the door of the windmill to peer through the crack at me. He wanted me to go with him, but I was too scared. Duh. I also had a true love (never actually laid eyes on him in the dream so not sure if it was Lee or Raoul or someone else entirely) so there was the whole Phantom Love triangle. From the end of the movie though, when Christine is scared of the Phantom and not drawn to him hardly at all.
The dream basically was the first twenty minutes of the movie, you know: setting up the characters, me as main character working in my windmill. Foolish strangers to town disbelieving our warnings about Freaky Christopher Walken and being killed by him. FCW staring in at me through the space where the door doesn't quite reach the lintel, blood spattered on his face from killing the strangers....
It was very well shot. I think my dream director has been studying as I've been getting very high quality visuals. It actually wasn't that scary a dream even, just scary enough. Like all the movies it's based on really.
Here's another new word for you. Telethosity.
Too much of nothing today. It's hot but not stifling. My feet are melting in the sturdy shoes I wore thinking "it's cloudy this morning, therefore less warm." Crazy Jenni also wore long pants today. However. Jenni was thinking clearly enough to wear the zip off long pants. So now Jenni is wearing long shorts.
I had a berry scroll from Baker's delight for lunch. Nums.
There's seriously something wrong with my brain. When I hear Nick Cave's Ship Song (which I adore) I can't help but think "come sail your ships round me" has something to do with fanfic 'shippers'. Like all these people who want Ron and Hermione to get together are sailing around Nick Cave.
"we make a little histr'y baby
ev'ry time you come around"
Y'see how much sense it makes?
No?
I need to go home and go to sleep.
Lee woke me up at 4am-ish. He bolt upright and told me something. Not sure what it was as it was sleep-mumbling but I patted his arm and told him it was alright and he went back to calm sleep. It wasn't so hot last night, mostly I slept fine.
I made up a word for you all. Well-a-blithe. You like?
My weekend was kinicker-soakingly-hot. Not in a sexual way, but a sweaty way. Wasn't that a lovely thought? I just really wanted to write knicker-soaking and have it mean something non-sexual.
On Saturday Lee and I went to the Karori Wildlife Sanctuary because I've never been before and I wanted to see birdies and it was a lovely day. In actuality it was too lovely a day to be out in the sun and not swimming, so we only stayed about an hour (which was OK since we used our entertainment book 2 for 1 ticket, so it wasn't a money waster).
We saw a coupla tiny weeny birds in the up-the-hill bushwalk that we did, and a bunch of wetas. Lee went into the Gold Mine of spookiness and came out again quick-smart when he looked at the cave wall and saw about ten cave wetas getting up close and personal to him. I stayed out of the mine for that very reason. That and the not wanting to go into a hole in the ground.
Then we had a very sociable afternoon with my sister and her friends and then Chelle and Jase's for a delish pot roast dinner. Saturday was a three ice-cream day: Fruju Tropical Snow, Chocolate Chill and lemonade/blackberry popcicle. Num. We stayed out in Churton Park until after 11 to avoid the sevens noise, but this meant we also missed the fireworks. Ah well.
Sunday I slept in and then met my sister in town for another viewing of Phantom of the Opera. I still love it. Sister bought the cd soundtrack...must steal it off her....
In the afternoon Lee and I played playstation 2 games and I kicked his ass at Singstar and we were even in Tekken Tag, although as it turns out I can still remember how to work Ling Xiaoyu so I kicked ass with her. Then we went for a refreshing swim in the Thorndon Pool...sigh...so refreshing...
Tried to watch Metallica: some kind of monster and King Arthur and found both to be boring and stoopid. Stopped them both halfway or so through. Watched the first ep. of Wolf's Rain which seems very cool and full of Bishonen. Yum. Plus another ep of Habane Renmai which is just too adorable. Brings us up to the third episode! *snigger* the anime watching just hasn't been happening lately.
This morning the alarm woke me from a dream where I couldn't tie my shoes. They were strange ballet-type shoes with complicated laces, so they weren't straight forward in the first place.
Actually I'm not suffering from the heat so much today...I spent the morning at Wgtn High School in the fog and the breeze so was rather cold. Then I drove across town and got much hotter.
Bowling last night was fun from a spectator's point of view although the amount of scantily dressed teenagers made me feel old and kind of dirty. I ate icecream that was disappointingly soft and broken apart, but I finished my book (I DID socialise, but I also finished my book) Tithe by Holly Black which is the book I wish I'd written.
It's about a teenage girl finding out about faeries and they faeries are dark and dangerous and there's a very sexy male elf...Oh yeah. It's practically written just to make me happy!
Might have to track it down in a shop and buy it.
In other news, for some reason if you use the word 'bob' in the comments function you'll be told it's questionable content. There must be a secret meaning of bob that is sexually explicit and offensive that no one ever bothered to tell me. I always think 'short for Kate' when I say bob.
I think my shoes are melting my feet off. It was so hot when I got into the car to get my lunch that my glasses steamed up instantly.
I love this weather.
I also loved the way when I got up this morning Wellington had disappeared from view. Nothing but white mist...lovely. Then seeing it burn off slowly to reveal this gorgeous summer day. *sigh*
Of course, many people were cursing the fog...
Some people are going bowling this evening but I think I'll go to the pool instead. Less chance of me aggravating my sore right shoulder and more sun worship and cooling off. Mmmmmm.
Last night Lee and I had a mini-date. We went to out favourite old haunt Satay Village Malaysian. They were packed out however so we went next door to KK Malaysian and had the same things we'd have ordered regardless. Mee Goreng is so good. Then we went for a tiki tour around Miramar looking for Weta Theatre, found it after checking the map and met Svend for Shaolin Soccer viewing. I love that movie so much.
It's so nice to see Kung Fu farce, and I am now inspired to make other characters have mystic Shaolin powers when I'm on the confession chair in Inspectres. Bwa-hah-hah!
Oh and the other night we playing My Life With Master which was kewl. There's a forge actual play thread for it, and it's cool. My character Bubble Bobble is in love with international spy and rock star Paradox, he seems to be into her too, but what with the opposing sides and other complications we'll see how that works out.
I'm sure other people did stuff too, but I'm too hot and stoopid right now to remember.
:p
How to avoid those deadly attacks.
Thanks to Cleolinda.
Rant about shoes begins...now.
There are these shoes that are really popular at the moment. Lots and lots of girls are wearing them and I have this irrational hate of them. The kind of consuming irrational hate that means in a year I'll probably be wearing them because I love them.
They look like ugly mule slippers. They are basically a flat rubber sole with a mesh half-sock and beaded flowers on the front. You can get them from House of G or 3-for-$20 at the #1 Shoe Warehouse where they have this dizzying wall of them in all different colours. I really hate these shoes.
They look stupid. They show all of your foot while giving an illusion of shoeness. They are in bright ugly colours like orange and yellow.
They.....look really stupid. I hate them.
You see how logical and well-balanced my hatred of them is?
...oh and by the way. I hate the shoes not people. If you love these shoes, I am sorry. I do not judge you. As I said heaps of girls are wearing these so they're probably really comfy or make your feet look sexy from above or something. But I ain't wearing them. Oh no.
Oh, I just remembered. One of the other reasons I hate them. I saw a girl who's outfit had obviously been planned all around her shoes because they matched her yellow belt and yellow bag. She was only wearing white and yellow.
Hate. Them.
......
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Lost is on tonight NZers. 8.30 channel 2. You won't regret it.
Another Earthquake.
6.30am, an hour and ten minutes before our alarm, I am woken by another freaking earthquake.
It interrupted a beautifully shot and well made movie of a dream about a bunch of kids from the country forming a band. It had a voice over and everything. I suspect the band will have become a major success because why else would there be a dream/movie about them? So, I'd only got as far as the band getting members when the Earth moved.
I filched some of the characters from the book I'm reading (Tithe by Holly Black) and the movie formula is kind of done to death, but as I say it was just beautifully shot.
Why do I live in Wellington?
Maybe when I go to Rarotonga I'll just stay there. Except I'd be much more likely to be flooded by Global Warming/ice berg melting if I lived there.