The moral of the story, children? Don't pick on midgets. They tend to have freakishly tall relatives.
So my new hole currently looks like this.
Stay tuned for more crazy catastrophes such as Michelle Cooking For Herself, Michelle Doing The Laundry, Michelle Shops For Food, Michelle Gets Visitors and Michelle Cleans Up.
[Insert backing soundtrack music appropriate for a blog post about moving away...]
(There Goes The Fear by Doves. Wait for it to load, and adjust the volume before you play.)
I can't believe it. The day's finally here.
It's almost hard to believe, mainly because of the anticipation of this day's arrival has built up over such a huge span of time. Mixed feelings. It's a little scary. But exciting at the same time. Like being on a rollercoaster, I guess.
Of course, there's things I'm grateful I was in Mildura for. Those random moments when I've laughed so hard, I thought my lungs would burst. Those moments when all I felt were unfiltered happiness. The moments that canceled out any overwhelming bitterness I arrived with, and shaped me into a much happier person.
A great many of this would not have occurred if I'd never come here and met so many awesome people. This was the defining moment of my life. I've changed to the point where I can't pretend the Mildura part of my life never happened, and there's a definite number of people from here that will inevitably stay in my life.
But I'm going back to the place I love. Being the best that I can be because I chose it.
So I was somewhat bored and decided to make a wallpaper like I used to. "She Is" by The Fray.
I am in absolute LOVE with the new Panic! At The Disco single/music video. It sounds loads like A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, which I loved to bits. The steampunk suits them. They apparently are releasing a new album, but no word yet Australia-wise. Not even about the single.
And... well yeah. Which I'm not really excited about, to be honest. Maybe I let it all out at the other one? Maybe because I've seen him in person now? Maybe because season six has sucked (up until last episode)? Maybe because Castiel's not the rebellious BAMF any more?
So every Valentine's Day, I'm usually sad because I usually have no significant other, despite all the fantasies my reality-repellent imagination would spin. Not this year, somehow. I had one of those amazing epiphanies.
Why pull out all the stops to impress your significant other on the one day, instead of every day? I'm telling you, Valentines Day-related things would be so much more appreciated if they were random things on random days.
Valentine's puts everyone on guard and ruins the element of surprise. They expect something or other to happen and are either less surprised or most disappointed because nothing happened.
And if there's at least one thing I know - from experience, let alone at all in these situations - it's the element of surprise and how it can be used advantageously for both sides.
And Valentine's isn't even restricted to significant others. Friends, family, random strangers, it's about celebrating universal love. Most people just take Valentine's to mean romantic love. Hence making it somewhat tacky for romantic love.
Maybe I'm feeling this way because I haven't met Mr. Trench Coat yet and skipped off into the sunset, but this is how I feel about the day presently; not expecting anything, while celebrating untackily with the people I do have and not with fantasies of those I wish I had.
I'll put this with the original so that you can see the difference. Click to enlarge.
I love it, it looks so psychedelic and awesome.
...and the music you're listening to probably just enhances the mood. (Doves b-side tracks, fyi)
And this effect doesn't work on faces too well, so I'll reserve it for the still lifes and/or other things.
Like my original fire photos.
Hmmmm, too much? I have no idea.
And you can't really improve these photos because they're already awesome.
Meh.
Oh, and Supernatural 6x12? It just came along and changed everything. It feels a little bit normal again.
This particular verse was almost a little mantra of mine over the last couple of years. To stay faithful and happy, even on my darkest days when it felt like things were so awful I just wanted it to end.
I've served my time. And I got through it. The sun's come out.
And though I haven't believed in much - how could I when so much has let me down? - I look at this verse and think about faith.
Though there are many that think non-religiously, people still have faith.
In themselves, in each other, in their hopes and dreams, in their future.
This verse reminded me that my faith is like believing in a deity. You can't see it right in front of you, but it motivates you to be the best person you can be and struggle through the pain of it all. The pain seems to be at the forefront of it all, but you still believe. And when it's your time, you'll finally receive everything you believed in -- in spades.
The majority of the verse seems to be about pain, but there is a hopeful undertone that rings out in the last two lines. I guess it all depends on which you concentrate on; the pain or the hope.
So in between the moving craziness/insanity, dwelling on wonderful (but long since gone) moments and doing nothing, I've been looking through my music and going through my more retro stuff. Echo & the Bunnymen's album 'Ocean Rain' (a combination of Donnie Darko and this amazing promo was enough to convince me to originally listen to them), Modern English's 'I Melt With You', a couple of songs from Jefferson Airplane's 'Surrealistic Pillows', Led Zepplin's 'Stairway to Heaven'...
1) Is it possible to outgrow people? Because I think on some level I've outgrown you.
2) You annoy me. And you're a little controlling. Quit it.
3) I can't stop thinking about you. I think about you during the day, and I just... I don't know. Sigh. I'd like to think that you think of me too. Even just a little. I miss you.
4) Love you. I'll get to see you soon!
So I've found a place to live in Melbourne and I'm moving in a couple of weeks! Yay. Oh, and a bonus. The place where I'm staying has been renovated a few times, and my room has magnetic walls. Not kidding. I'll be able to put up all my posters without adhesives that wreck the walls. And I really want to get a couple of sets of alphabetic magnets.
So new stuff. More organising.
And Quelqu'un m'a dit has gotten me longing to learn French again.
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore Serait-ce possible alors?
So I was in Melbourne for a couple of days, and happened to find out that THE VASCO ERA were playing at Federation Square for FREE and it COINCIDED WITH MY STAY.
Apologies for the ALL CAPS, but after seeing them last year, I knew this was something I could absolutely not miss.
So after failed attempts to include friends* and bodyguards**, I went alone.
And loved every minute of it.
They had these wacky (but practical) cardboard chair thingies.
Brace yourself, for the ADVERTISATION.
An interview, I think.
Sound check.
So they started to play. Sid started things quiet because he wanted people to stay when it’s quiet, then be surprised at their normally loud stuff.
Then he kicked it up about five notches with Kingswood while Ted and Michael got on stage.
After a couple of songs, the band was thinking of another song to play. I yelled out “LUCILLE!” into the brief silence. Mr. Sid O’Neil himself looked right at me, then after a moment said, “This one’s for you over there.”
And then they PLAYED the song.
LUCILLE.
FOR ME.
And I died of awesome.
I’m including it right here for you.
...the camera at the start may have been trying to find me. :D
They wrapped it up with good ol’ “Honey Bee (When It Was Making Weird Love Songs)” and all the fans jumped up to form a crowd around the stage. About four people were chosen to dance on stage (not me, sadly, I would’ve gone crazy up there!) and Mr. Michael Fitzgerald ended up dismantling his drum kit so that they could all bang on something as the song built to its crescendo.
Went up afterwards to Sid, who was shaking everybody’s hands. He shook mine, he recognised me (“we played your song” with this grin) and that was that.
I’m so glad I went. A definite highlight of this year.
Even the to/from journeys on the train. I was just soaking it all up and not taking it for granted.
Public transport etiquette. It’s like getting back on a unicorn …after months of mediocrity with a kangaroo.
I haven’t even moved here yet, and I’m already reaping the benefits.
Don’t worry Melbourne, I’ll be back soon…
*the delightful Melway. Hope you’re feeling better when you read this.
**lazy cousins, who I would give my left leg to see right now. If you’re reading this, you made me so very, very sad.
So I had a nice day today, hanging out with friends and catching up. Upon learning of Jewel's Australian Kiwi not having a blog banner, I had a great, frustrating time with Jewels reacquainting myself with Photoshop. You can see the resulting blog banner over here.
I do take requests, so if you need one for your blog or something else, I'd be happy to make you one.
I heart Photoshop for a reason. This reason.
PS, check out the song to your right, 'Quelqu'un m'a dit'. Amazing.
So I was trying to think of something good, homemade and personal to give two of my best friends.
Then my line of vision fell on this fantastic artifact and a lightbulb turned on.
...more like it was overloaded with so much power it exploded.
I'd spent about two weeks on this particular cross-stitch a couple of years ago, and I've kept it ever since. They take AGES, and I wanted it to remind myself how determined I can be to get something done.
So doing TWO at the same time is difficult, believe me.
What with last week's S5 marathon with family and new episodes back next week, I think I've been trying to subconsciously backtrack and figure out where the show went wrong. Right now I'm looking at S4 and feeling that familiar fangirl pull.
...so definitely late S5. Or at the latest, S6 so far.
As for trenches, well... yes. I heart them. How can you not?
Trying to mentally prepare myself for the move. Here's hoping I can do it.
Accompany that action with the sentence,
"I don't see how you could be the problem."
...I didn't imagine that scenario.
Somebody actually said it to me.
...sigh.
So I've been reorganising my things in preparation of moving out.
But first I made a little arrangement.
I'll only take these posters with me to decorate.
Before...
...and after.
I thought my dvds would be the main problem.
But it was a surprisingly small solution. Just bought a couple of those huge book thingys.
Now they're ready to go.
Any pictures you see, I only use for entertainment purposes only. I mean no harm, and most of it is too awesome for me to claim ownership of. Thank you.
And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition.
