tennis anxiety: BE GONE!

Oh wow. I have to go to bed right now. Aside from the fact that I have work at 7am and I am opening up, I simply cannot sit through the Tsonga/Djokovic Australian Open quarter final. I am about to give myself a stomach ulcer.

As if dealing with Federer's match tonight wasn't bad enough (I am going to have a bruised lip tomorrow from biting down so hard and my breathing has yet to return to a normal rhythm) I began watching the Tsonga/Djokovic match. Apparently this too has been too much for me to deal with.

You see, I kind of like Djokovic. He is funny, talented, suitably in awe of Federer (once stating that if he, Djokovic, had been born in another era he could have been one of the great tennis players) and I like the youtube video where he impersonates all the tennis champs.

So I want Djokovic to win.
But I want Tsonga to win because I think he is less of a threat against Federer.
But I will feel so bad if Djokovic loses because I like him just a bit more. Oh. Em. Gee.

I'm going to bed now. Won't be able to sleep. Will be a zombie for work + first honours thesis meeting tomorrow. Argh.

P.S. OH BY THE WAY, THANKS CHANNEL 7 FOR NOT SHOWING ME TWO WHOLE SETS OF THE MATCH WHERE FEDS KICKED ASS.

shock and sympathy

Today I discovered that Kate McGarrigle passed away this weekend. I am utterly saddened by this news, and just wanted to say that my heart is aching for Rufus and Martha and co. A few years ago (actually, it was 2005; it's quite terrifying to realise this happened five years ago), I watched Rufus, Martha and Kate perform together for an evening. Even my mum, who is not a huge fan of Rufus, conceded that the night was pretty magical. It was an honour to watch such a musically blessed family perform together.

I'm sure people of the folk world, plus many many more, are reeling from this loss. R.I.P. Kate McGarrigle. My condolences to the family.

the many comforts of home

When I was away (for a whole week!) there were many creature comforts of home I was pining for. What I really, desperately, urgently wanted was:

- my own bed. I LOOOOVE my bed. I haven't slept in a single bed in foreverz and I almost fell off more than once. The air conditioning on holidays was a pretty good bonus though. However I am a mental almost-insomniac and apparently I can't sleep in the car/in any place slightly unfamiliar/with another person in the room. Last night I had the best night's sleep in my own bed EVER.

- the internet at my fingertips. Not checking DListed last week was torture. On more than one occasion I frantically yelled at my mum "BUT WHAT IF A CELEBRITY DIED? WHAT IF A CELEBRITY BABY WAS BORN????" and the second one actually happened - congrats to Mark Wahlberg and Rhea Durham. Not to mention the fact that I totally missed most of the Conan/Leno debacle.

- our puppy, Coco. Apparently she annoyed our neighbours with incessant howling. Awe. Lucky we have fab friends who fed her, walked her, and kept her company with their dog also.

- Final Purple Sneakers EVER. So pissed I missed this. Tell me it was awful, or I'll be totes depressed.

- New Gossip Girl eps.

- Foxtel in general.

And then there are surprising things I didn't even KNOW I wanted that have made me supremely happy:

- People I recognise on the news.

- Our shower. The one at the hotel was too freakin small.

- Watching 'How I Met Your Mother' for hours on end with nothing else to do. Which I can't even continue doing today because I have WORK. Oh wells, money.

P.S. I fucking hate women's tennis. It's boring and they are all too loud. STFU with the grunting!

perfect holiday plz

Soooo early Monday morning (2am eugh) my family and I will be embarking on our drive to Broadbeach, Queensland (why yes, this blog is a perfect tool to stalking me). It is indeed going to be a family holiday and while this concept would send many 21-year-olds into a horrified frenzy of panic (okay, namely me) I generally quite like going away with my family.

My brother is a unique tool in getting what I want because he likes to please me; is younger than me; and generally gets whatever he wants and wants whatever I want. So this works for me.

My dad pays for stuff. He also feels incredibly generous while on holiday (some kind of chemical reaction occurs whenever we are away and he just spends more than usual. awesome. saves me so much cash).

My mum is hilaaaarious. There comes a time in anyone's life when a sudden realisation occurs - your parents are not that bad. It is especially true in my mum's case - I finally noticed why everybody else seems to love her. She. Is. Awesome. She is funny, and fun, and genuinely likes to have a good time. Love! Note: She is also the perfect coffee buddy. Seriously.

And now, here is what I want from this holiday because I don't know when I will be able to have another one:

rad weather please:


a golden, even tan like this:


beach hair!


And above all, for my choice of books not to let me down. For the funnies, I am bringing:


For the serious, in case my mood takes a downturn:


And for the mindless, awesome trash:


Wish me luck! x

2010.

More money. For: clothes, magazines, excessive cups of coffee, makeup, shoes (always shoes) and above all, Europe.

To keep up this gym thing. And start walking regularly again (ok I don't actually WANT to work out, I just want the results).

Another job. I'm thinking the one I have now will not be sufficient to save enough money for Europe in 2011.

Loooong hair. It has grown quite a bit though, so that is exciting. You know what else is exciting? I changed my part from the right side to the CENTRE. You see ideally I want a haircut to get some more layers while keeping the length, but as I can't afford that right now a change of part is a pretty decent (cheap) alternative for altering my appearance. I like changing my hair or I get antsy.

A relationship/a succession of fun flings. Taking applications now.

Good weather for the rest of Summer. EXCUSE ME WEATHER-PERSON I HAVE A HOLIDAY TO ENJOY NEXT WEEK DO NOT FUCK UP.

But above all, I want a happy, healthy and fun year for my cousins' new baby. He is beautiful, perfect and as yet unnamed. He was born on New Years Day and it was the best news to receive ever. Met him yesterday and he is jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Starting the year with love, 2010 can't be all bad x

I want...

...to make out with someone.

New blog re: New Years Wants coming soon. I can feel your anticipation swelling. Ew now that was unintentionally sexual and gross and I apologise. But I know you want it.