GTT: You sneaky mom

It was mother’s day today so I hung out with my Nanna (who is crazy sick at the moment but still a crack up, seriously that woman is ridiculous), my Nonna (who tried to feed me cake , but totally had back up gluten free almond cookies all along) and my actual Mum, who’s a pretty cool guy. We just tore up the IGA and now we’re making lamb korma out of a jar because that’s how we ROLL, YO.

I had working class man’s eggs hollandaise and it was GREAT. Hey Alysha, do you ever talk about anything other than fried eggs and The Avengers? NO. NO I DO NOT.

I’m drinking cranberry juice and it reminds me of the Great Bowel Cleanse of ’09. Those were some good times.

Here is an excellent face.

Christmas Break II

THINGS KEEP HAPPENING. And I feel the need to record them for POSTERITY so that they can be fondly looked back upon in future days of (probable) sickly misery.

I left you after boxing day, from which I have still not fully recovered. The next day, us girls hit the sales for some serious shopping. Mum wanted to buy us legit jewellery for funsies, so we trawled the 50% off deals and had a gay ol’ time. I picked out a ring that we call SQUIGGLE MAGIC. It’s 9ct yellow gold and white gold, and I like staring at it. Not used to having proper nice things! We also stocked up on towels and I took advantage of Tree of Life, Peter Alexander, Novo and La Senza bargains. That night was Kiara’s birthday sleepover so Nicola and I escaped the house to go rewatch Midnight in Paris with some pantees at Luna Outdoor. It’s definitely one of those films I can just watch over and over again, lots of fun.

The next day I snuck back to Whitfords to grab another gold/garnet ring I had my eye on (Mum decided I needed a belated 21st present since Nicola got one) and a pair of zirconia studs for super cheap, before heading off to dinner with Lana and Gemma at Hillarys. Little Caesars was crazy packed so we settled for Grill’d burgers, they were out of gluten free buns AGAIN so I was that asshole who gets a burger as a salad and the waiter was totally side-eyeing me. We went for milkshakes in the aircon at San Churro and discussed ALL OF THE TOPICS and it was a lovely evening.

Pic unrelated.

Thursday I was ‘back to work’. At a completely empty clinic. Which was BORING AS SHIT. I only stuck around for a few hours, there’s only so much one can get done with no patients. Friday was a little busier and I actually had company so the afternoon was bearable. Afterwards I jetted off to Lana’s for Vietnamese food and cocktails (soy white russian slushies are the best things ever), and catch-up chats with people I like. We ended up talking until past 3 in the morning, because we’re WILD AND CRAZY GUYS. I somehow dragged myself out of bed at 3 the next afternoon, picked Nicola up from work (there’s a possibility I was still taking advantage of sales, that’s what Christmas money is for!) and settled down with some Captain America on blu-ray and chicken nuggets. PARTAAAAY.

I then headed off to the Humble Abode for NYE celebrations with some of my favourite people, where I drank a few too many delicious freshly squeezed fruit juice cocktails and then had to stick around ’til 4:30am until I could drive home. WINNER. A group of us missed the countdown because we were too busy playing Mario Kart (“Hey guys, it’s almost midnight, we have sparklers,” “SHUT UP WE’RE ON RAINBOW ROAD”), which is a mighty fine way to bring in the new year (I lost too, which is probably foreshadowing). Singstar was brought out and we sang BEAUTIFUL songs which should have been recorded and sold for millions due to their EXTREME MAGNIFICENCE. Street Justice was formed and the usual 4am shenanigans went down before we all decided we were too old for this shit and started falling asleep on each other.

Just breakin’ up the text with some animated bromance.

I had stupidly invited a bunch of pantees over on New Years Day to watch movies while the parents were away. Past me was obviously very optimistic about how much sleep future me required over New Years. Nevertheless, we marathoned Non-Disney films complete with our usual singalongs, bad puns and snarky commentary. YOU’RE A JEW, MOSES. After Thumbelina, Fern Gully, The Road to El Dorado and The Prince of Egypt, the lame (smart) people went home to sleep off the night before, while the cool kids braved Hillarys for Little Caesars (success!) and froyo, which was a GREAT idea. We then watched Moulin Rouge which has been tainted forever because Cam.

I then slept for ALL OF THE DAYS. Yesterday I watched the 2009 Wuthering Heights, the new Sherlock (which is shaping up to be even better than the first season, if that’s even possible), and after Nonna’s I went to see War Horse with Mum and Gemma. It was, as expected, both wonderful and traumatising. I was actually glad it was done by Disney (I was wary at first) because I could not have dealt with gore on top of all of that emotional turmoil FOR REALZ. Dying to see the play even more now, hopefully it’s still on come July.

THEM’S A LOT OF WORDS. THANKS FOR READING. Even if you’re just reading this bit because it’s in caps lock. I appreciate that. I also did this boring 2011 meme over at my neglected LJ.

Here is a pic of Colm Wilkinson and Ramin Karimloo because REASONS.

Christmas Break Part 1

HEY! MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU JERKS.

I’ve been having a wonderful break! I mean, technically I’m at work but everyone else is on holidays so there are no patients and the phone has rung once in two hours. I actually just started small talk with that person because I was so lonely and found myself FASCINATED by the details of her child’s probiotics.

So, Christmas was great! I hit up Whitfords on Eve to run non-holiday errands, which I thought would be a terrible plan, but everyone was in fact rather efficient and I got out an hour earlier than I thought I would. Despite our efforts to change the evening’s plans to a milkshake run, Nicola and I begrudgingly joined our parents for mass, but only because our church does a big outdoor ones for families; there’s a bad nativity play, kids dressed as angels dancing abysmally, REAL LIFE CAMELS and consequently, camel poop. And usually the paper confetti fireworks find their way over to the camels and MAGICAL SPARKLY CAMEL POOP IS CREATED, and after all that is what Christmas is all about. We heckled the mass, started a two-person dance party while the parents pretended they weren’t related to us, and Dad tried to convince us to take communion just to put our “foot in the door”. The usual. Not a trace of Catholic guilt anymore though, which is nice. I HAVE ACHIEVED THE IMPOSSIBLE.

That night we set up CHRISTMAS PREP SHOP in the kitchen while yelling at the Carols by Candlelight concert on the TV, it just gets worse every year. Many salads were made, and delicious plates of (gluten free!) slices were arranged for the upcoming family gatherings. We also ‘treated’ Mum and Kiara to the unedited version of Space Hercules, which I am sure they loved, despite their facial expressions.

THEN IT WAS CHRISTMAS DAY. In true Christmas Miracle form, I got out of bed at 10. IN THE AM. Everyone was surely extremely impressed because I was given gifts for my efforts! Amongst the offerings was a card from Mum which promised some cash in my bank so I could buy “ALL OF THE DRUGS” and a book of ugly panto faces from Nicola (weirdly proud at how often my own face appears), two of my favourite things. My gift to everyone this year was me paying my medical bills so I wouldn’t die; but I did redo our family collage (was getting sick at looking at my 2003 face), and ~symbolically adopted~ African animals for the sisters (I was adopting an orca for myself and couldn’t resist the adorable plushies they send to you). We then set off to Nonna’s for epic Italian family lunch time, but there were only half of us there until later in the afternoon, and it felt very empty! Everyone finally did rock up and we ate too much food and watched my parents’ wedding video from 1984 (the little cousins’ new favourite thing to do) which was BEYOND HYSTERICAL. So much unironic dancing!

Hangin’ with the cool kids.

We did finally make it home alive, and I excitedly hosted a screening of The Phantom of the Opera 25th Anniversary Concert, which is my new favourite thing. It was FANTASTIC, I was flailing all over the place and fangirling my little heart out when they bought past Phantoms onstage to sing with Sarah Brightman. It’s the whole show (slighty restaged for the smaller space) rather than a straight-up concert, starring my homeboy Ramin Karimloo, aka sexy Enjolras (it’s a travesty that they covered up his beautiful face), and Sierra Boggess (aka Broadway Ariel) who knocks Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again out of the PARK. I could happily watch that every night.

After decidedly not enough sleep, we all dragged ourselves out of bed to party with my Mum’s side of the family, who are 300% more insane than the Italians. The day consisted of more food than anyone can be expected to eat, having amusing conversations with the crazy relatives, meeting a new cousin (they pop out of the woodwork every year or so), playing a vicious present stealing game (the trick is sneaky strategy), filling up on dessert and then begging to go home. That night I watched Doctor Who, and then put on the Les Mis 25th Concert because 1) it’s the greatest, and 2) because Kiara wanted to be educated. After every song she asked what was going on, and let me remind you that Les Mis is ALL SONG. So that was fun. We were all struggling to keep our eyes open by midnight, stuffed our faces with fancy chocolates and hit the sack like the fist of an angry god.

Immediate family only, and this isn’t even all of us.

There are already way too many words here, part 2 coming tomorrow!

Helphelphelp

I called the cafe to say I can’t work next week and it turns out they are now making me start work at 8am EVERY DAY EXCEPT TUESDAY OF PRODUCTION WEEK. Including mornings when we have shows in the afternoon. I am hyperventilating and going to cry and I hate my life.

I know this is not the point of the blog but I have no idea what to do and you guys are good at advice.

WHAT DO I DO, BLOG GODS

 

BIRTHDAY

I’m 20, huzzah! That doesn’t mean anything exciting except that I don’t have to do the dishes today and people write hilarious things on my facebook wall. But still, I’ll pay that!

Lets have a look at how rad my life has been so far.

Just chillin’, looking like Elton John, you know how it is.

This is at our after-ball party – being too rad to go to the actual one, we chilled out and ate turkish bread at my friend’s place. In the middle is my friend Owen, who I’ve known since I was five, he’s pretty awesome.

 This is the first photo of Levi and I together, I think it was just before we started dating.

 BK and I, getting all offended by a girl trying the “leggings as pants” trend by wearing SOMEWHAT SHEER TIGHTS through which we could see her BLUE FRILLY UNDERWEAR. We’d met properly (by properly, I mean aside from the “OH HEY NICE BECK SHIRT” a year earlier) about 10 days before this photo was taken, and when I had a call from a guy saying Levi had cheated on me about 12 hours after this photo was taken (lies & slander, but irrelevant right now), he was nice enough to let me wake him up, get angry on my behalf and give me hugs until I fell asleep.

With three of my favourite boys ever at Madame Tussaud’s. There’s also a nice picture of Felix and I looking up Oscar Wilde’s nose.

BRB CRYING ABOUT WHEN CHRIS’ HAIR WAS BEAUTIFUL

Aaaaaand a fairly representative photo of what I am like all of the time.

GOOD HUSTLE, TEAM. Lets go and eat some food or something.