Saturday, 26 June 2004

Unconscious Mutterings

The boys are atop the television, on which is playing The Pick Of Billy Connolly. Roux is swishing his tail as a toy for his brother Samwise. Everybody: "Awww."

Despite the fact that my extra shift today started out making me thoroughly grumpy, it was decreasingly so, especially after the rain, and the big rugby game, started and all the customers stopped arriving! Har har. >:)

So I'm feeling whimsical enough for a meme... haven't done UM in a while, and it's probably almost time for the next one, but I shall do last week's anyway.

  1. Abundance: dirth
  2. Casino: Royale
  3. Shell: Oil
  4. Overpriced: rip-off
  5. Cancellation: date
  6. Eternal: sorrow
  7. Lyrics: poems
  8. Faith: hope and charity
  9. Because: the world is round...
  10. Wimp: blimp

~ posted by Anna @ 9:59 PM

Friday, 25 June 2004

Something wicked this way comes?
Have just been out to the Embassy Theatre to see HP3. Perhaps it's the fresh, new, very altered wizarding world or perhaps just a change of scenery in my world for the afternoon, but my thoughts seem to be pretty coherent and insistent right now. Often the philosophical voice in my brain sounds like foreign language lessons, but I can understand a few more phrases of it this evening.

I'm thinking about how, though I have many ambitions and dreams, and though they're not all out of reach - some quite the opposite - there seems to be another personality driving me which sneaks in and stops me from achieving things. I shall call her Evil Anna. But no - truly it's only me, and I deserve a good kick in the pants for being such a detestable procrastinator. It's like I'm standing on the edge of a mountain, waiting to take flight in a hanglider - flying in real life! an act I've longed to try for so long - but for no apparent reason I don't take those last steps and take off. Why? I haven't the foggiest.

Yes, I love analogies such as the above. They stop me from thinking in everyday, real terms. Nyah. :P What is it I'm afraid of? I know that I can do scary things - like getting a job, I did it earlier this year. It just took buckets and buckets of horrible emotional stress to get past my inhibitions and excuses. I knew I could do it but Evil Anna knew just as strongly that I could not. Now I am (she is?) stopping myself from getting my motorcycle license and scooter. More independence and - gasp! - even fun, travelling around on my own steam. I've gone over and over what it takes to get to that stage, and there's nothing very difficult or intimidating involved. Yet I sit on my thumbs and waste time, and the bike has been waiting for me in the shop for about six weeks. Sigh.

On to a less everyday sort of subject... I am a very silly person. Yeah, we know that already. But today's particular topic involves my... er... desire for conflict. I believe my life to be so lacking in interest and happenings that I create a philosophy in which I am an outcast, like shunning myself. For example: I believe in romance and the need to live a physical, human life in order to learn anything from this incarnation... yet I personally do not feel the need to search for romance in my life, and I put this down to the 'fact' that I've been there, done that in past lives and no longer need that sort of love - thus I am lonely. Terminally. Sometimes I think it would be nice, but I know I would not be being true to myself. On a similar pattern, I know that I don't need or want a saviour or the trappings of religion that goes along with that... yet I have a large capacity for spiritual thoughts, and find that I'm jealous of people who are able to use spiritual common ground to connect with other people - like in a coven, or a church. I could try and do this too, but instead I let myself be a solitary witch. And not even a witch, because I know I don't need spells and rituals any more, though I love the idea of them.

Oh dear. What a can of worms is open in my brain. And not as coherently expressed as I hoped, not that it matters. I guess this is all part of understanding my dreams and desires - such is the advice I've been given of late. After all, one doesn't know what's under the surface of the cauldron if one doesn't occasionally give it a good stir.

On that note I will mention that the movie was great... very different, many changes, but all so fascinating that it never felt wrong, and much felt very right. The atmosphere was gripping, the acting was spiffy, the scenery was excellent, and so on. Smiling approval from this sad muggle.

~ posted by Anna @ 6:04 PM

Thursday, 24 June 2004

Spied a...

What is it with me and spiders this week? The cards keep pointing to them, and then what appears in our house but a huge arachnid - the largest, in fact, that I've ever seen in New Zealand - plus I bought Harry not long ago...


Also I seem to be seeing apparitions of the scooter* that's soon to be mine. We've spotted it in Wellington AND in Lower Hutt. Same model, same colour, the exact same bike. Is the cosmos trying to tell me something? ("Hurry up goddamnit", for instance.) Is this an omen?

Nyah. :P

* Mine will be silver, without a windshield like the one in the picture.

~ posted by Anna @ 9:52 PM

Monday, 21 June 2004

Happy Solstice.

~ posted by Anna @ 11:13 PM

Friday, 18 June 2004

Is it intellect which separates humans from the rest of the animals?

If that's so, then why do I often feel myself leaning away from being an intellectual... instead yearning to be more natural, more 'human'? Is this merely my attitude, my perception?

Is it perhaps attitude which separates us? >:P

~ posted by Anna @ 2:23 PM

Tuesday, 15 June 2004

Good bornig *sniff cough*
I seem to be getting a cold. This is highly unusual. But then, as Dad pointed out, I've been exposed to many more people than usual in the past month, at work. More likelihood that one or another will affect/infect me.

The back of my throat feels lined with low grade sandpaper, which makes me want to swallow a lot and makes it feel awful when I do. My nose occasionally runs, and each time I blow my nose, the results seem more... viscous. Guh.

I've taken a wee bit of echinacea tincture, but now there're no lemons or juice in the house, which serve a dual purpose of giving me vitamin C and smothering the taste of the echinacea. I may have to buy myself some Lemsip lozenges in my travels today.

Yes, we're going out fridge-humping (as in 'lifting and dumping') to rid Nana & Pa of their old one. Of course the weather's being its so accomodating and helpful self, throwing sheets of drizzle across the sky. Wheeeee.

I guess I'll go and get something to eat or drink, to begin waking up in earnest. *sigh*

~ posted by Anna @ 8:35 AM

Monday, 14 June 2004

101 Ways to Annoy Voldemort
Selected excerpts from MuggleNet

101 Ways to Annoy, Harass, Confuse or Generally Scare Lord Voldemort by Amanda Lack

3. Wake him up by singing Beach Boys songs in his ear. 'Round, round, get around, I get around...'

12. Play 'knock-&-run' at his bedchamber door late at night.

25. Apparate into and out of his room rapidly. Do this non-stop for an hour. *poof* there *poof* gone *poof* there....

27. Let off party-poppers in his face whenever the urge strikes you.

34. Ask him to give you written summaries of his sinister plots for revenge and war. Correct his spelling.

37. Get the song 'Mr. Tambourine Man' stuck in his head.

38. If he's having evil-plotter's-block in one of his scheming sessions 'Wingardium Leviosa' a light bulb to float above his head. Turn it on. Look offended when he gets angry and say you 'thought you were helping!'

39. Tell him constantly to stop repressing his anger.

40. Buy him a stress ball.

43. If you're feeling gutsy, call him Voldie-poo.

47. Endeavour to teach him to steeple his fingers, lean back and say 'Eeeexcellent'.

48. Start drawing outlandish parallels between his life story and 'Star Wars'. Talk at great length.

50. 'Imperius' his Death Eaters into a rousing chorus of 'All Things Bright And Beautiful'

73. Insist on reading him bedtime stories. Include 'The Ugly Duckling'

77. Tell him Wormtail has a crush on him.

80. Begin any question you ask him with 'Riddle me this!' Emphasis on Riddle.

82. Cuddle him at random moments.

85. Throw biscuits at him. Constantly.

And, not to be completely outdone, I'd like to add my own...

After hearing his newest evil plot, exclaim 'AH! Your plan is so cunning, you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel!'

Nyah. ;P

~ posted by Anna @ 10:43 PM

Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Colorblind: mule (?!)
  2. Shallow: feelings
  3. Erotica: exotica
  4. Figment: imagination
  5. Eviction: notice
  6. Composed: decomposed
  7. Chill: out
  8. Girl: just wants to have fun
  9. California: dreaming
  10. Bond: James Bond

~ posted by Anna @ 9:50 AM

Saturday, 12 June 2004

A Better Day.
Cold as hell this morning, making me very reluctant to leave the comfort of my bed, in fact sleeping in for another hour after waking up Dad so he could get ready to go out. (He bravely visited Vic University today to meet and greet, to ask questions, to view a sample lecture, and so forth.)

And though it was chilly the whole day through - and still is - the sun shone brightly. I took the opportunity to take some photos of my gemstones, which, though they turned out kinda shadowy due to the angle of the sunlight(??), are nicely clear and colourful. I just wish I knew how to share them on my website and not run out of webspace.

Shadows are rapidly falling, and I grow hungry. It's almost knock-off time (yeah, even though it's Saturday I observe knock-off time) so I might pour myself a drinkety soon... with lots of fresh citrus juice - calories, food, you know. It's too early for dinner! :P

I think I'll put on my alpaca mittens.

~ posted by Anna @ 4:30 PM

Wednesday, 9 June 2004

A Bleh Day.
Got a dirth of pleasant response from customers this afternoon, but then I also gave little. Indifference breeds indifference. And yummy, though rich, lunches breed nasty indigestion. I had to buy some peppermint teabags and a piece of ginger on my break, instead of the usual organic soda and snack.

Have managed to complete a decent email tonight. Also managed to have a shower before bed; though it puts my late coffee well into the pre-witching hour. Broke a bottle, because the conveniently placed bin was gone from outside the cat door through which I poked it. I should have known this. Mad cats 'helped' me tidy it up, while my feet froze on the concrete outside the back door, then they helped me spill a bit of my coffee by slamming the kitchen door closed and giving me a fright.

I have thrown the new EziBuy sale catalogue into one of the piles of debris in my room, hoping that it will get lost, as I have no money to buy clothes, no matter how cheap they may be. In a moment of end-of-day stupidity on Tuesday, I managed to lose a contact lens, which meant I had to shell out $112 for new ones yesterday. (At least they had them in stock.) I was going to replace them, but so much money gone so suddenly... argh, it hurts.

Anyway, better drink my coffee before it gets cold. and return to the enthralling shenanigans of Anita Blake and co.


P.S. Actually, come to think of it, the whole day wasn't bleh. The morning was spent lounging in bed with a cuddly cat and a good book. I ought to mention the good things, since I tend to lose sight of them quickly these days.

~ posted by Anna @ 11:28 PM

Unconscious Mutterings
Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Charity: auction
  2. Scale: leaf
  3. Jennifer Lopez: butt
  4. Coercion: game
  5. Meter: maid
  6. Pressure: test
  7. June: bug
  8. Infestation: contamination
  9. Serial killer: pattern
  10. Anguish: lament

Yes, after almost a month of blog laziness, I've managed to fill out a meme. Pat me on the back. :P

~ posted by Anna @ 10:38 PM

Sunday, 6 June 2004

Wonderful. Colourful. Voluminous. Moving. Beautiful. Crowded. Generous.

Been there, seen it, got the t-shirt. Ha.

P.S. Sarah McLachlan, in case you didn't know. Wellington, NZ.

~ posted by Anna @ 12:56 AM

Wednesday, 2 June 2004

...Of bridges, inacessible highways and byways, tunnels getting steadily narrower, darker, and ending crashing into a dead-end.

Also dreamed of planting gardens, and after forgetting and losing track of the gardens, returning to find them grown, and steadily discovering more fruit.

In other (not-really-)news: am going to see Sarah McL on Saturday. This is good.

~ posted by Anna @ 10:00 AM