the warmth of sunlight

Sunday (rainday? can't-decide-what-the-hell-kind-of-weather-I-want-to-be-day!) ramblings

2010-08-15T15:41:00.000+10:00

Today I am feeling a little lost. There is nothing much more I care to say on the matter, I just thought I should let you all know. But on another matter altogether…

Come closer it's a secret…

*insert a hushed version of the voice a tweenage girl would use when discussing Justin Bieber*

Yesterday whilst bike riding in centennial park I saw the most stunning, physically perfect example of the male belonging to the species (?) Homo Sapiens. I mean in all fairness such a being should not exist beyond movies and overly photoshopped magazine shoots.

Such chiselled abs, broad shoulders, sculpted arms, rippling back and oh!…. *eyes glaze over*

In all honesty I didn't even get a look at his face in the 30 or so seconds I had to ~~ogle drool-over~~ observe his fine form whilst zooming by on my bike, I was far to distracted by other details… and by the next time I made my way around the circuit he was gone *sigh*

Eddy says I should have crashed my bike on purpose to get a better look, and now that I think about it, that wasn't such a bad idea… all so I could share the account with you of course… for the betterment of humanity and the collective feminine fantasie of course ;-)

Just thought I should share.

D.

Some days I should just stay in bed...

2010-08-08T17:13:00.000+10:00

There are two vastly different ways of looking at today:
1. I am very lucky
2. I am very unlucky...

Why, you may ask?

1. I got out of the house before 12pm on a Sunday and went into town to see a design exhibition in which the beautiful Bell had been a collaborator (10 points to the person who tells me why that sentence doesn't sound right - mum you don't count)

2. The gallery was closed because a member of staff was sick...

(The note sticky taped to the door)

1. This gave Eddy and myself ample time to go shoe shopping and we each proceeded to spend a chunk of our hard earned money

2. This gave Eddy and myself ample time to go shoe shopping and we each proceeded to spend a chunk of our hard earned money (it fits in both don't you think?)

(not the shoes I decided to buy but one that interested me none the less)

1. Shoes distract me from reality and send me to my happy place

2. Shoes distract me and so I forget that I left my phone on the couch on which I was sitting to try my shoes on.

1. A shop assistant was kind enough to point this out before we left.

(A completely unrelated photo that I had wanted to post a few months ago... this gives you some kind of idea of the type of crazy woman I looked like when working as an intern last summer)

1. After shopping there was even time to eat lunch!

2. I accidentally left my brand new shoes at the table we were eating at when we left...

1. The women who had been sitting next to us noticed and got a member of the cleaning staff to put them in a safe place for us, ie, I got them back :D

(Another unrelated photo I wanted to share... the greeting I received at work 2 weeks ago in recognition of the release of my final university semester results and therefore impending graduation! :-D)

2. I dropped my train ticket when on my way back to the station

1. I got it back too :D

The moral of the story? It would have been much safer for my belongings if I had never gotten out of bed this morning (bearing in mind that my DSLR was in my handbag the entire time) but those little green men must have been smiling on me today because I obviously had luck on my side.

Just thought I'd let you know.

Another birthday another challenge...

2010-07-25T21:20:00.001+10:00

Good evening, apologies for my recent neglect. There is no excuse except that I have been otherwise distracted with living life in the real world. So what have we here? Just a few photo's from Ava's "Alice in Wonderland" themed 21st birthday party! :-D

The beautiful birthday girl Ava (aka Alice) + cake

Poor Bell, she was dressed as the red queen (inspiration from this years movie adaptation of this timeless classic) and we just couldn't figure out how to get the white face paint to spread evenly... that and I forced her to do the whole bright blue eye shadow thing which quite hesitant/afraid of... and I'll admit that I basically had to tie her down to get it on... :-S... Sorry, but it was all in the name of the character and whilst I may enjoy taking photo's I am by no means a make-up artist.

Mum are you happy? I out a photo of me... I am the blue caterpillar after it has turned into a butterfly (and has gender reassignment I suppose).

Now Elvira is going to hate me for this one but it is on of my favourite shots. Look at how her hair looks like its on fire! But below is why I really started this post... Eddy, in my wings...

Now flick through the following two photo's 1, 2, 1, 2, 1,... this is how Eddy thinks her wings should flap so she can fly... the video has me crying of laughter but unfortunately I don't have a copy of it so you will have to use your imaginations... 1, 2, 1, 2, ...

:-D

Much love,

Darcy...

The End.

Ramblings, and a journey from London to Amsterdam...

2010-07-04T21:35:00.000+10:00

So, its been rather cold this week here in sunny Sydney. Even had the coldest morning in 67 years (or some-such, I read it in one of the weekend paper but can't remember which one, day or part so I'll just make up the details shall I?) and as I cannot just pick up my bags and travel overseas to a warmer climate due to the expiration of my passport and my laziness in applying for a new one (damn passports - who was the dolt that decided they should expire anyway?!) - doesn't my grasp of the English language just astound you sometimes :-P - we are taking another pictorial journey back in time to the Northern summer of 2009... London to Amsterdam...

Last week sometime Eddy and I were scouting out dvd's to rent (due to the appalling choices available in the cinemas this winter) at our local Civic. Here's what went down...

Eddy: *spots a tittle from the distance and calls out the name*

Darcy: Oh yeah I know that one, its got what's-her-face in it, you know, ahh... blondies ex-husbands ex-girlfriend *looks towards Eddy for a sign of comprehension, confident in her own descriptive prowess*

Eddy: *Blank, confused, brows crease*

Darcy: What?!

Eddy: *Walks over to the cover, squints at the tittle and reads the name for herself. Then physically and verbally abuses Darcy for no apparent reason*

Meanwhile, at another time, in another part of town, I had a sudden lightbulb moment...

After being physically abused by Eddy in the name of her honours thesis, I decided that my body deserved a massage (okay so maybe thats not exactly how this turn of events happened but bare with me here). Apparently these days when you go for a massage, they get you to fill out some kind of health form.

I has all the usual questions; name, birthday, address, medical history... occupation... :-S

*light bulb*

I no longer have an occupation... I'm not a student anymore!!!

:'(

Memories from London 2010... part 2

2010-06-30T20:47:00.000+10:00

Today I am trying to be a big girl and not complain... I'm fine really!... Wait I'll say that again as I think only the dogs could hear me... I am fine really... As long as I don't try to bend my legs. Which kind of makes sitting, walking and well moving in general an interesting challenge. If you can imaging a penguin waddling (for want of a better term) around the place, bending at the waist and a whole host of other things that would make your local physiotherapist cringe and shudder... well thats was me today :-)

Why you may ask? Well because someone *cough*Eddy*cough* decided to do an honours project that allowed them an excuse to get their friends to jump up and down on a force plate with electrodes attached to their legs, then grab a bar weight equal to 1/3 their body weight and do squats to a metronome until they can squat no more... then they get to jump up and down again to see if anything has changed...

I think someone secretly has sociopathic tendencies *death glares*

Anywho, it wasn't so bad yesterday but waking up this morning was not so much fun :-( and so I am consoling myself by looking at more London photo's from last year, remembering a time when I was warm (because I'm not now), when I could feel my toes (because they are numb now), and when I took for granted my legs ability to bend and straighten without pain and agony (like they do now, although if I am honest with myself my feet did get a little achy from all that walking but the great thing about time is that you tend to forget these things)...

What I do remember is the fact that the city was going through a 'heat wave' and that Eddy and I were punished for making fun of the poor little heat sensitive Londoner's by getting sunburnt (I mean who gets burnt in LONDON of all places!). Which to me, now, seems kind of ironic as I sit here in my Sydney home complaining of this 'freezing' Sydney weather and our sudden 'cold snap'... sigh.

So I'll leave you with that for now...

I am going to go have a shower and see if I can't defrost my poor tootsies.

Much love

Memories from London 2010...

2010-06-29T20:46:00.000+10:00

Okay so for those of you who don't already know, I am now no longer a uni student, that is, pending a pass result in all of my final exams I will have completed my university degree and be venturing out into the big bad world (whatever that means... I'm still figuring all of that out).

Please excuse me though, I am getting distracted... I was did you know that it was exactly a year ago (well maybe not to the date but you get my drift) that Eddy and I ventured off on our European extravaganza? You thats right! Over 365 days later and I still haven't got myself around to editing all of the photo's we took and printing them on some medium.

And so, in memory of this occasion and with the knowledge that my finances will not allow me to repeat the trip anytime in the near future no matter how desperate I am to escape this frigid Sydney winter (and to force me to finish editing) I have decided to relive the trip in blog form.

Today we are in London and I'll refrain from saying too much (except OMG what I wouldn't give to be back there right now!).

Much love
D.

Umm... So this isn't kings cross

2010-06-18T22:42:00.001+10:00

Just thought I'd let you all know that whilst driving to kings cross (from burwood) to take our American friend R clubbing we managed to get there. Then get lost looking for parking and then somehow managed to make it over the harbour bridge all the way to kirribilli - ie on the other side of the harbour!!!!

So now we are trying to find our way back... I'll let you know how it goes but if no one hears from me in 48hours CALL THE POLICE!

Lol wish us luck.

Until next time.
D.

EDIT: (19th July @ 4:30pm) We survived, got back onto the right side of the harbour, found parking and even had some time left over for some dancing and a few drinks ;-)... as for Bell's comment - I was not navigating and therefore take no responsibility whatsoever! :-P

Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink

2010-06-03T21:25:00.000+10:00

I would just like to let all the Sydney-siders out there know (and of course anyone else who is interested) that our dear ‘friend’ Eddy, by her own admission, is the one responsible for all the rain we have been getting in the last month.

If you want someone to blame don’t look to the weather man/woman, pressure systems, global warming or what-not… your scapegoat is right here – wait no, not me! Her, over there!… *points*

It is she, using her very superpowers that were first recorded here, who, due to her extreme jealousy towards all those members of the human race not completing their honours year, has been summoning the rain every Thursday and continuing the downpour through Sunday so that the rest of us have no choice but to stay inside, like her, and be miserable and bored!

(By the way… just a little bit of trivia for you… Which city – London or Sydney – would you think had the higher annual rainfall?)

But I have decided that enough is enough! I will not sit at home in my warm cosy bed scouring the Internet for ways to entertain myself! Oh no… something must be done! And if the rain wont stop, then I will just have to befriend the rain… but is it cool with you all if I attempt to do this whilst remaining relatively – scratch that – completely warm and dry… I will not let the rain stop me!

But is it okay with you if I start tomorrow?

(Answer: Sydney! With an average of 1213.4mm per annum compared to London’s 583.6mm – that’s more than double! – Statistics courtesy of Wikipedia… that’s right guys, we go all out here at thewarmthofsumligh.blogspot.com to bring you the very best information from only the most enlightened sources ;-))

Much love,

The one with the cupcake tower (aka my 21st birthday party)

2010-06-02T22:11:00.001+10:00

Cupcakes :D

I'm speechless! no really... I can't think of what to say... but I want to post some pix of my 21st and have been meaning to write about it for the last 2 weeks so I figure I should just stop all the procrastinating and write something.... anything!

The problem is that I don't normally write about the events per say... more like I find an angle and tell the story through that angle... or at least thats what I think I do... have I lost you yet?

Anyway, thats just what I am going to do... write something, anything, and have a little bit of disjointed fun (and maybe introduce you all to a few of the blogs main characters who for some reason through no fault of their own *glares both suspiciously and accusingly at targeted individuals* have managed to avoid being officially documented)... we'll see how it goes... its more like a photo essay really...

I am truly sorry, I have no explanation or excuse... sugar maybe?

So we start the night with me, your dear narrator, having some not so small issues releasing control of Snappy...

Eddy: What are you doing? (said through gritted teeth as she begrudgingly posed for the photo below)

Darcy: Quiet and let me take this pic, I have to get the settings right so your not all blurry... don't worry I promise not to publish it... sorta...

Eddy: You realise YOU will have to be in some of the photo's tonight...

Darcy: Says who?! Its my party I can do what I want! And I want to take photo's.

Eddy: No *wrestles Snappy off Darcy in a none too lady-like manner* Now go stand over there and pose with people

Darcy: *Sulks* Fine! *Stomps away in a melodramatic manner* Just make sure you focus on me and not some random in the background would you.

Shit! Darcy is pointing a camera in my face... better smile

Which then results in things like...

And... this is Codie (also sometimes known as Cordie - like Cordelia from Buffy the Vampire Slayer... which happens to fit remarkably well with her character... but then I get physically abused for suggesting it. So we'll keep this between us shall we ;-) )

For the record Codie, dear, thank you for coming over the night before to paint my nails red :-D... even if I did manage to undo all of your hard work by smudging, chipping, and a whole host of other atrocities, the polish the second you walked out the front door... :-S... hey they're still good!... Just don't look to close okay... promise?... ta :-D

You can tell we are related right?

Then there was my homies!... ma cuzins... yeah thats right! *gangsta pose*... the brunette in the foreground even taught me the secret handshake (which for the record involves a chest bump), although, considering I think I am one of the last in the family to learn it... well the secret thing is up for debate... :-P

Thats the rest of the gang... we take this whole coming of age, birthday, ritual thing very seriously you know.

For the record, whenever I mention 'the girls' say "going out with the girls", "had dinner with the girls" etc... these beautiful creatures are more or less the people I am referring to...

Oh yeah, let the records show... I am all class.....

And THIS my dearies... is the pipsqueak who left me to dig myself a rather large metaphorical hole here, and didn't even care to throw down a hand or even a ladder to help me get back out... Grrrrr...

And what 21st party would truly be complete without a few lovingly embarrassing speeches courtesy of former 'best' friends... (admittedly though Eddy wanted to kill me the night before because she couldn't write it and "nothing was good enough"... I think she did pretty well)

Oh and did I tell you about how, when I turned up to the restaurant and was introduced to the hostess, she took one look at me and thought it must be a sweet sixteenth party?... Yup... true story that... you can see how impressed I was :-P

Suprise! Little sis (Ariel) who couldn't be there got a stand in (our, for want of a better word, surrogate sister) for her moment in the spotlight LOL...

Cupcakes by candle light! :-D... Even better than carols ;-P

On the count of three I want you all to help me blow out the candles... One, Two... BLOW!

:-D

Can you tell we are related?

hehehe...

Naw, the little tyke!... Now, where is my bed?...

Skip a few hours, some opening of presents and a little event peviously recorded here and we find ourselves here... on the morning after... with Morpheus' world famous (or at least in my little group of friends) poached eggs... :D

The end.

How many 21 year old girls does it take...

2010-05-22T12:46:00.000+10:00

to break a vibrator?

The short answer? 3... and one to watch...

But you don't want the short story do you? Thats no fun! Please, allow me to explain...

Its the night of my 21st birthday party. As per tradition, the school girls have come to mine for a sleepover and ceremoneous 'opening of the presents.' I am about to open the last part of the girls present, one which, I might add they are very excited about... which makes me suspicious... so I take a look at it and notice the shape its wrapped up in... and I look at them... and I look back at the present... and I look back at them... and they giggle - hysterically... and I know, I just know, what's inside...

For some unknown reason...

(you know, it can't have anything to do with the fact that for my 17th birthday party I filled a pass the parcel up with various forms of contraceptive devices culminating with a box of condoms and matching carrots - bannana's were too expensive at the time due to a hurricane in Queensland that summer - toeducate my friends on their options... or the fact that I am caught on a seeminly regular basis in somewhat 'sticky' situations that although mortifying to me at the time, provide much ammusement to my friends on the retelling - if you have no idea what i am talking about read here and here or or here or here or well there is plenty more where they came from... but do me a favour and don't [I am only just starting to realise how truely hopeless I am] ;) - no... it can't have anything to do with all of that :-P )

For some unknown reason, these friends of mine decided that my 21st birthday would be perfect excuse for them to enter an 'adult store' and buy me a vibrator... LOL!

Unfortunately though, it was a mere 6 hours before we managed to break it... which may or may not have something to do with the fact that when provoked (although I don't recall by what exactly) I threw my new toy at Eddy shouting "Oh, go think of *insert name of ex boy-toy here*" (hehehe)

I mean, how was I to forsee that this teeny-tiny action would cause her to launch herself at me in rage, starting a grapple/pillow fight that would do many a boys fantasy proud (you see this is why I don't let MTV turn me into a reality TV show... they keep asking and I keep saying no ;-P)... they are stereotypes for a reason right?... I mean really... how was I to know? its not like I'm psychic!

Anyway, we all got involved and in the process lost my toy... by the time it was once again unearthed... it had been broken :-(

I hadn't even had a chance to take it for a test drive yet! :'(

So of course I HAD to go out and buy myself a new one that day (hey! my friends can't be allowed to shop in adult stores without me!)

Want to know what happened next?...

Oh come on... you know you do... ;-)

hmmm... I'll tel you later...

Much love
D.

The 21st Speech that never was...

2010-05-19T23:51:00.001+10:00

WoooooooHoooooooooo!!!!! :-D

As if you haven't already worked this out... there are two basic times when I post:

When I am procrastinating; avoiding study/assignments/some other horrible uni related thing, and;
When I am celebrating! (Usually the submission/completion of said assignment/exam or some other notable life event)

Todays post happens to be the latter, I've just finished an essay exploring the nature of freedom and control in organisations through an understanding of the ways in which employees bodies are managed (don't have a clue what I'm talking about? Well that makes 2 of us) :-D, which means that, yes, I am in fact wearing this cheesy grin on my face as I type... It'll hurt tomorrow but its worth it now :-D

Anyway, as some of you may know, last Saturday was the day of my 21st birthday party. It was a great evening with all my closest family and friends and one which I plan to post about in more detail at a later date (read when I have had a chance to look at and edit my party photo's... which if mum had her way wont be until after I clean up my room, bathroom and presents that are still taking up most of the public areas of the house 4 days later...). But for now I would like to have a little debrief... I think thats what I mean...

You see on this day, the day that was my 21st birthday party, life handed me a test, it was a sneaky subtle one that I didn't see until the time had long passed... and unfortunately I feel that in it I failed. The good thing is that I wasn't the only one that failed... we do these things as a family sometimes ;-).

But I am evading the issue here... lets get down to business...

What happened was throughout the stress of the day, dad - aka Morpheus - asked me if I really wanted him to make a speech because mum (who I will now introduce as Demeter as I have finally found a name worthy of the woman she is) was already writing one herself. It was a subtle reference to my earlier request that he do everything he could to make mum happy on this day because that is what would allow me to enjoy it ore thoroughly.

My response was basically a brush off "yeah sure whatever I don't mind, just do what you want"- thats the thing about hindsight... things always look slightly different... I didn't mean it in that way at all, my response was an attempt at keeping the peace and allowing the day to flow as smoothly as possible. It wasn't until later that I realised the true magnitude of that tiny seemingly insignificant exchange and understood that in a way what dad was really trying to do was ask my permission to say something publicly about the person he believes I have become, only he did it in a manner that allowed me to say no if I didn't feel his perspective to be important enough. This became especially significant to me sometime Sunday morning (well thats when I think I figured out what that slightly wrong feeling in my gut meant anyway) when I realised that not only had I cheated myself but I had robbed my dad of one of his own rights of passage in life, that of saying a speech at his first daughters 21st - and this above all else made me sad.

What I am trying to say here I guess is that there are few times in life where it is really important to fight, when fighting for something, like say a speech, stops being about the fight or stopping 'the flow' and more about symbolism - fighting is the symbolic battle to prove to another person that they are important to you, that you love and value them.

Dad, subsequently sent me an e-mail with the speech he never said, but these things are supposed to be published and so I present it here to you. I hope that by doing this I do not cheapen its message or those speeches that were said on the night. I love and appreciate them all, and hope you will too...

Darcy – the 21^st speech that never was.

This speech I suppose was intended to be in the front of all your family and friends as a sign of how much I love you and a chance to publically voice how incredibly dear you are to me.

My predilection to avoid conflict and allow others to shine works against me at times – unfortunately I think you have also adopted this trait.

Any rate here we go............

I first introduced you to the world at your christening – little did we know how your critical mind would unravel the various paradoxes of the church and use it to your advantage with a great trip overseas to GER – MA- Ne-Y for world youth day twenty years later.

That speech was punctuated with one particular idea:

“Having Darcy has certainly changed my life”

(At the time my greatest fear was getting up in front of people and making a speech – I suppose that’s why I wanted you to have this skill from an early age so it would not become a problem for you.)

Well the nerves got the best of me and I must have repeated this line at least 5-10 times. In retrospect I was rehearsing to be a teacher to year 7’s – ‘put those pens down and eyes to the front!!!’

It really works because the audience were nearly reciting the words back to me at the end.

But those words obviously had a deeper meaning because before this time I only had one true love i.e. Demeter – now I was overwhelmed with you – I had fallen in love again – and this obviously makes me silly and in awe of the responsibility ahead.

You were the most beautiful addition to my life. The feeling you get when you hold your warm cuddly child in your arms is indescribable, contentment – awe – responsibility – caring – love.

I remember when your mum and I walked out of the hospital with you for the first time.

I was thinking ‘Do they know what they have done!’

We have no idea how to look after babies – we have had no training – how can we get such a special gift without a guarantee!!!

I am sure they have made a mistake and it will not be too long before they return and take you back.

But after 21 years I still feel so lucky that they let us keep you and we are just carrying you for a short period of time before you can walk by yourself.

Your first day at school was my first lesson in understanding your psyche. I had decided to take a new route to school - your rebuke to me was at first timid so I just ignored you – that was my first mistake – ignore Darcy at your peril!! A tantrum was to follow from which I have always learned.

Darcy is always right.

“Just try this new soup Darcy”

“No, I do not like soups “saying with a conviction as if she has tried all know soups and has found them wanting.

“Have you tried a soup before?”

“No”

“Then how do you know”

“I just know!!”

No empirical evidence required for Darcy – I think this is why she dropped science at Uni – It was just a waste of time doing all those practicals when she knew the answer anyway!

It also confirms to me that past lives do exist and Darcy has lived before –

Why do it a second time!

Darcy is always right!!

But this can change if she really wants to learn something new – especially to avoid some pertinent assignment.

It is amazing how many books, DVD’s series she can devoir – what concentration powers.

‘Nora Jones is playing again’ – don’t tell me she is cleaning her room – what is being avoided this time HSC studying.

It will all change when she gets to Uni!

How can you get such good marks without doing any study? Your mother and especially me had to work really hard for our marks.

But little did we know you were always balancing effort over reward. Keeping sane is always more important than great marks.

This attitude has also trickled down into your working life.

You have a great capacity to work as -(insert accounting firm here)- has recognised but you have this wise outlook which enables you to look beyond the immediate.

One aspect of you Darcy that I love is that you CARE.

You care about your friends and you care about us.

Many times at home you have unselfishly put forward a plan to help solve a problem.

Thank you!

Lastly thanks for being a friend to me and all present.

There is nothing more that I enjoy than going out with you and just being in your company - this is a bonus to me – I enjoy your mind, individuality and courage.

Everyone here should count themselves lucky because you have been invited into a rare group from which Darcy will always be there for you.

“Has Darcy Changed our lives?”

Oh Yes and we are continually being amazed and inspired by the results!

Everyone be upstanding for our lovely daughter

DARCY!

A football game and a few stories...

2010-05-06T22:21:00.001+10:00

So its my birthday on Saturday... although I keep accidentally convincing myself that its actually tomorrow due to the fact that thats when I'll be having my family dinner as there won't be time on Saturday between work education courses (mum), amateur musical performances (Ariel) and 2 other 21st parties that I'll be attending for various friends.

So to celebrate, or well really just because I wanted to write something I thought I'd share a few short stories from last weekend mixed with some photo's (taken on my phone so i apologise for the quality) at the footy with Eddy and A (aka the guy who laughs at me at work when I get myself into sticky situations and therefore will not get any sympathy from me :-P). They're all loosely related so bear with me...

Don't worry "To violence against women, Australia says no"... but it never said anything about violence against men... this is just your normal scene btw the three of us (Eddy bashing A as I take photo's that is)

#1: - At the beginning of the year Eddy and a guy she had been seeing stopped, well 'seeing'... unfortunately however... well her dad had already fallen in love and so it was Friday evening when she popped up online and relayed to me a conversation she had just had with her dad (which I will now share with you :-D)

E dad: So when's M coming back?

E: *weird face, like we have been over this dad* He's not.

E dad: Oh, well I think the two of you should get back together

E: Were just friends!

(editors note... I'm not 100% sure about this statement yet... only time will tell)

E dad: Oh, *sad face* I liked him, he was meant to watch the football with me this weekend (souths v eagles... E dad = Souths/bunnies, M = Eagles)

Random field shot with completely blown out highlights and little ants as players... meh what can you do?

This whole setting Eddy up seems to be an ongoing theme with her dad... no I really think he is trying to pimp her out... I wouldn't be surprised if she had an RSVP account floating out there somewhere that he updates... He'd prefer the most recent ex (as per story #1) but honestly anyone with a y chromosome would do...

I think this is when Eddy was celebrating a try by the Eagles as A tried in vain to stop her barracking for 'the other side'... note her carefully constructed neutral clothing choices juxtaposed against his christmas tree Bunnies jersey...

#2: - Saturday morning...

E dad: What did u do last night?

E: Went dancing

E dad: Who'd u dance with

E: *Shrugs* with friends

E dad: Did u get picked up?

E: No

E dad: What were u? At a gay bar???!

Wait! Do that again! I missed it :-( anf you looked kinda funny lol ;-)

Okay, so maybe the story isn't quite as funny when I tell it... if you knew him you'd laugh :-P... maybe... anyway the last story I now realise has absolutely nothing to do with the other two but it is about me and my birthday... I think... and lets face it, this blog is all about me :-P so here I go...

Thats better, I got it this time! :-D... Damnit! I think that means the bunnies scored.... grrr....

#3:

Eddy and I were having a nice little conversation online tonight when all of a sudden my phone starts singing...

"Colours of the world, spice up your life!

Every boy and every girl, spice up your life!

People of the world, spice up your life!

Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!...."

You get the picture right? okay I'll spell it out for you... Spice up your life by the Spice Girls. Which just so happens to be Eddy's personalised ring tone on my phone (long story, had to do with a car journey home from another footy game years ago which we decided to devote to Spice girls... and Avril Lavigne... moving on!)

Why?... Oh never mind I'll just answer it.

Hello?...

Hi!!!! *really high pitched Eddy voice.... slow motion too...* Is your mum there?

Eddy, why did you call my mobile when you wanted to talk to my mum? Last I checked you do have her number (and why did you call at all when we were talking online?)...

I thought I was calling your mum

*bahahhahahahahahahahahahahah lol opps lol* Okay *phone hangs up*

15 seconds later...

*mums phone rings... and she suspiciously walks out of the room and my hearing range... whilst tempted to eves drop I resist the urge and stay putt... instead spamming my previous msn conversation with Eddy knowing full well that she has walked away from her computer and will come back later to a whole host of random text...*

Another random shot... this time with a team flag! :-P

THE END

Much love

P.S. the Bunnies lost... A cried... Eddy and I laughed... and hi-5'd... and there may have been a victory dance in there somewhere... We promptly downloaded the Eagles victory song and proceeded to play at full volume on the way home... Twice!

I should probably note here that A was in fact kind enough to give us free tickets to the game, he also drove us to there and home, and that he is an avid bunnies fan.

The fact that Eddy and I normally wouldn't cheer for either of these teams but decided to back the Eagles mainly in an attempt to ruffle A's feathers - well fur really because I don't believe that bunnies have feathers - is probably also well worth mentioning... And so, playing the opposing teams victory song at full volume in A's brand new car (car doesn't really describe what this thing is.... its HUGE! A truck!) as he drove us home was probably a little bit of overkill...

however it was fully deserved! As we had been threatened with the opposite had the games result been different! All's fair...

I was trying to think of some kind of cool racing slogan... but I just don't know any :(

2010-04-28T22:18:00.000+10:00

I don't know if anyone has noticed but I've been going through a whole lot of photo's that I've been meaning to edit and save lately and, well, editing them :-P There is a point to this post I swear... but I'll get to it later... no point spoiling the fun yet so...

Can you guess what this event was???

I think I made that too easy... but did you know it was my first time to the races??? It may have taken me a while, but I think it taught me that... well... I don't think I've been missing much

I mean there is betting, and fashion, and....

...shoes :-D

(which, lets face it, have always the added bonus of taking me to my happy place :-D... GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER!!! Not in that way... *sigh* I suppose you have to have read the twilight saga to understand what I mean)

Oh and don't forget the pretty horses :-)... but here, and now we are getting to the point of the post... I realised that I really need to teach Eddy how to use my camera... or I will have a whole hard drive full of photo's like this...

I mean she really is quite talented. After all, every single thing in the photo is in crisp, sharp focus.

That is, everything... EXCEPT ME! lol gotta love you Ed. ;-)

And thats my point,

Until next post,

I told you... it's Genetic!!!

2010-04-26T19:14:00.000+10:00

You know how I'm always walking around places with my shoes off??? Or showing you pictures like this...

Well just to let you know that its all genetic, I present to you... Morpheus, a.k.a. my dad...

At the Easter-show in the arts and crafts pavilion...

...

Close up...

Thats all :-D

When my room gets strangely neat, tidy and organised... you can tell I have an essay to write

2010-04-25T17:46:00.003+10:00

Same for when I am found holding a vacuum, a bathroom enyo glove, having multiple long showers in the daytime, sleeping a lot or hanging around in the kitchen watching someone else cook... you just know there is something else I should be doing...

Maybe I should also add blog posts to that list ... but I wouldn't want you getting any ideas that if you stopped reading I might actually do some work... that would be semantically inaccurate (and here I go murdering the English language again)...

But I just HAD to show you this...

Taken at dinner on Easter Sunday after a full day of walking around the Sydney Royal Easter Show with the family. I know its random and just a little bit strange but it made Ariel and me laugh so hard :-P... Speaking of hot ranga's...

If you don't know him, he's Owen from the TV series Grey's Anatomy... his character is real and no one can tell me otherwise! Bless his poor little tormented soul... :-P

Now who said Ranga's couldn't be hot? *cough* Elvira *cough*

(OMG did I really just put that in this post :-S... Yeah because I'm not a sad little tweeny bopper at all :-P)

We'll do this in bite sized pieces shall we...
Until next time (the woodchop!)
Much love,
D.

Project #1 filling the void, status: COMPLETE!

2010-04-22T17:14:00.003+10:00

Hey Y'all! How is everyone doing? Well I hope :-)

(Yuck a guy just walked by my house wearing his jeans around his crotch and held there by a belt and some luck - I hate that...)

But back on track... I am proud to say that after much procrastination, avoidance, reluctance and finally one sudden impulse to get off my ass and do something about it... my bedroom re-decoration is complete :-D i.e. my walls are no longer blushing in their nakedness, not that its clean or anything - thats asking a bit much don't you think?

Anyway, just to remind you, this is what my walls looked like before...

and...

Not exactly the type of room I'd like to spend a lot of my time in... but its fixed now!!!! :-D

Take a look...

See all those photo's? I took them :-D...

Much better overall don't you think?

Of course please excuse all the rubbish :-P

Anyway, I was all excited because a of last Tuesday I'm on uni break for 2 weeks... I had it all planned!!! I was going to read, and edit photo's and post blog posts and do nothing particularly taxing at all... that is until I came to the grounding realisation that my weekends leading up to and including the weeks of my 21st birthday and birthday party are all full... and then the friday after a have a 3000 word essay due... so I'm thinking that I should do some work so that I can propperly acknowlege and enjoy the milestone that is my birthday... what do you think?

Sigh, I've never really been one for delayed gratification...

Ahh well...

Thats all,

P.S. yes i know that in some of the photo's some of the pictures are not straight.... I just thought it would be entertaining if I got constant messages of annoyance from Eddie and Bell until I fixed it. :-P

A 21st birthday and a few e-mails...

2010-04-18T23:38:00.002+10:00

So last weekend was the 21st birthday party of these two beautiful people here... (well the one on the right is beautiful anyway - thats Bell - and the one on the left, well, he'll tell you he's beautiful whether you want to hear it or not :-P)

(and here are some of my other beautiful ladies)...

So its about mid-day on the Saturday of the party and I am at work minding my own business and wondering how I'll ever get that assignment due in the next Wednesday done (yes its complete and handed in, thanks for your concern)

(don't ask cause I don't know the answer)

When I receive a text from the birthday girl... "Hey Darcy, feel like bringing your camera (snappy) out for a stroll tonight, lol. I was told to ask cos mum wants decent photos but I completely understand if you don't want to carry it around with you :-)"

Me = Hell yes! Any excuse to bring out the camera and take some pictures will do for me :-)... I mean this means I will be taking photo's that at least one person (besides myself) will actually look at!... plus I'll have the added benefit of being in a position of semi-authority, with a roll and everything! So people can't look at me all weird because I'm carrying around a huge camera! :-D woot! woot!

(speech practise! - If only the party people would stop trying to walk in the room!!!)

Now I just need to figure out how to take nice photo's of people without the stupid flash (which I hate using) ruining everything!

Even better, Bell you provided me with an excuse to procrastinate/avoid my assignment... because this was a problem that needed solving... pronto! *experiment time!*

(Bell has a tendency to attract weirdo's... like this one time when we were on the dance floor and some guy came up to her ad started smelling her hair like this...)

And then it hit me! I remembered this post I read on Photojojo about this thingy you could attach to your flash to reflect it off the ceiling or walls so you don't get that awful front on rirect flash deer in the headlights look... pity I only have about 3 hours notice... will have to improvise...

(Mmmmmm... don't those strawberries look just divine!)

*Darcy rummages around in her bathroom cupboards and drawers*... I swear there was a mirror in here somewhere!... Ahh!!! Found it!...

Just got to hope there will be something at Bell's I can reflect the light off now... that silver tarp above us will do just fine thanks :-D (sorry guys, the emoticons are out in force today)

(Oooo detail shots... its something only a photographer - ie the one that took the shot - could love)

This of course left me looking like that idiot walking around with a big camera and holding up a random mirror that she used to do something....?

(Me, that yellow bit is part of my mirror... sure made the whole process a bit like juggling... except I can't juggle so I don't know - just ignore my bra please - photo courtesy of Robo)

But I didn't mind... after all I knew that the photo's were going to turn out fabulous - and all because of that silly mirror... you'll see...

NO MIRROR...

*eww*, *yuck*, *gross*!!! Take it away, I can't bear to look at it!!!!.... and...

MIRROR!

Ahhh... Much better *sigh of relief*... Don't you see the difference???

(Boys will be boys... but to be honest this is what they look like most of the time :-P)

So the night progressed, and all went well...

(She looks nakie, but I swear she was not)

I took pretty pictures (well I thought so anyway)... and only occasionally wished for a faster lens so that I could get down from the awfully high ISO setting of 1600 (I've lost you there now haven't I?)...

(dance floor whoop whoop)

I learnt lt about my friends... like we have all become so camera aware that we automatically pose whenever one is near...

(naw aren't they cute... No wait! get that meat ball out of your mouth this instant! you are ruining my beautiful pic!!!)

But I must admit, the boys were worst... not only were they aware when there was a camera nearby, they knew where they were at all times! I have a few photo's of the whole room... I was nowhere near anyone at the time of their taking.... and yet I still have boys in them playing it up for the camera!...

(Hey I like this one :-))

But soon enough, the time came for me to scedaddle.... after all, I did have an essay to write the next day and as much as I would have loved to stay... I just knew that if I did there would be 'no sleep tonight'.... and a Darcy with no sleep and an essay to write in 12 hours is not a sight I'd wish on anyone....

(Eddie I have no idea what you wished to achieve when you pulled that face and struck that pose... but it makes me laugh :-P)

Come to think of it.... a Darcy even with sleep and only 12 hours to write an essay is not something anyone should want to witness....

(ahem... beverages... but don't worry, no drinking and driving for me)

there are usually casualties...

Turns out it was the right idea too... the other guests didn't go to sleep until 6am! Apologies to the neighbours... *eek* I've done that once, and then had to work all day the next day... not pretty... unlike our last photo...

(Bell)

This one is very pretty :-D

Thats all,

P.S.... after publishing all the nights photo's on face book i finally remembered why it is that I never do that... 656 notifications and counting!!!! My inbox did not know what to do with itself gah!!!

"Lose yourself in Melbourne"

2010-04-04T22:29:00.000+10:00

Those of you familiar with the recent Melbourne tourism ad - you know! The one with the girl and that big ball of string? Ahh well if you don't then you can watch it here - will be glad to know that in terms of losing yourself in Melbourne... well thats exactly what we (my shopping girlfriends and I) did when we visited... minus the big ball of string (which in hindsight wouldn't have been such a bad idea - heck even a breadcrumb train would have helped! Oooo food... right I'm back now) and probably due more to our first class *cough splutter choke* navigation skills rather than the beauty and romanticism of Melbourne's windy streets and alleyways (yea cause thats not dodgy at all)... anyway, more on that later.

We woke up early... and I mean EARLY! Like our flight was at 6:30am early, which you must understand, for university students who don;t believe in let alone acknowledge the existence of a time before 9:30... this was... interesting... anyway we made it and even managed to get to our hotel without a hitch! :-D (Something we will come in the next 2 days not to take for granted)

However, Eddy, I have discovered (after only 2 overseas vacations - i.e. 84 hours in the air - and one domestic venture) does not agree with flying (yes it took me that long to make the connection… in some respects I'll admit to being a little slow).

So here she is after the journey… don;t try to communicate with her now… its won't be pretty and is likely to leave a lasting impression… on your FACE!

We decided that Bell, due to her apparent smarts and enthusiasm in all other respects, would be our best choice for navigator... actually I don't remember if this is true, I just remember she ended up with the map... a misguided step you can only begin to appreciate when you hear what happened next...

Someone in the group: "Bell, are you sure we are headed in the right direction? I mean I thought we were going to the city but we appear to be headed in the opposite direction to those tall buildings over there"

Bell: "Yeah I think so. I mean we started 'here' and we are headed 'here' and thats up the map... so that must mean we head up this hill right?"

Everyone else: "Uhh... no!" *all scramble for the map lest we get even more lost*

You see... I told you we have issues. It didn't get better from there...

Trams? Oh trams!… So how do we catch one? YOU MEAN TO SAY I HAVE TO WALK ONTO THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD AND JUST HOPE NO ONE RUNS ME OVER?!?!?!… Okay, I'll do it… now how do I buy the ticket??? *insert 5 minuted figuring out how to work the ticketing machine on the tram, then another two deciphering which ticket we should get, now… are we student concessions in Melbourne? Oh look! Its our stop! Better get off before we miss it…*

I've said it once and I'll say it again… I don't like trams! They may be pretty and romantic and stuff but they are Dangerous! Thats right! Dangerous! With a Capital "D"

Quacking ducks… f$%king ducks! who let the ducks out??? Sorry, random I know, but we were woken in the morning by quacking ducks... strange considering we were staying in a hotel in town... not so strange when you realise its the 'farm animals' tune on a certain someone's iPhone *death glares*...

This one of Bell doesn't really fit anywhere or add to the story... I just thought it was pretty and to make sure you all really knew who is to blame if I ever get lost in my own backyard or on a bush walk or something (an activity I do not recommend we take up considering... everything...)

You call this a beach? I'll show you a beach… yes the sibling rivalry is alive and kicking (you know, that fabled rivalry between Sydney and Melbourne? The one that I don't even think about when I'm in Sydney because its just not an issue? Well apparently its contagious, and Melbourne is a petrie dish full of the stuff)…

Probably not helped by the fact that my bag had broken on the pedestrian bridge we just crossed and was being held up by a hastily constructed knot and a prayer… *tourist shots*

Call this my attempt at an 'artistic shot'...

Oh look its the Melbourne Luna Park Face… much more scary than its Sydney counterpart…

Lets fly Jet star! We did fly Jet star… and Virgin Blue…

Oooo… group shot! We are all in this one you see? See! My feet :-D… Wait a minute… how did they get shoes on???

And did I mention that we never actually intended to come here??? Nope, thats right… it only happened because we wanted to go to Brunswick Street Fitzroy but ended up on the tram to Fitzroy street Brunswick (and only knew we were in the wrong place because a nice lady on the tram informed us of the fact)…. Which I'll have you know is actually the SAME TRAM NUMBER… only going in OPPOSITE DIRECTIONS!!! I mean who does that?!?!?! Only in Melbourne sheesh… I mean in Sydney you would need to change trains at least twice followed by another bus and a ferry to make that mistake. :-P

Can anyone say Crunchie?!... Or maybe just hopeless...

Mmmmm... pretty food... mmmmm

And we drop!… Oh and somehow in all of this we (I) actually managed to do a substantial amount of damage… :-D Mission accomplished!

Until next time.

And just a little to the left, now.... STOP PULLING THAT FACE!

2010-04-03T17:57:00.001+11:00

You see this here?... Well this is my lil sister Ariel and late last year she told me that she needed a headshot for some applications she was submitting....

She said "So, I have to have a nice headshot for this application I am sending in and I can't find any anywhere"

And I thought *Oooo! YAY! This could be an opportunity :D A's going to let me take her photo! WILLINGLY!!!... best not to appear to enthusiastic*

I said "Oh is that so? Well, have fun"

She didn't move...

I looked up and a 'sweet' little smile was spreading out on her face...

*Play dumb PLAY DUMB! She can smell eagerness*

"Darcy :D... please.... P-P-P-LLLLLEEEEAAASSEEEEEE....."

"Please what?" *got to make her say it out loud... preferably in a public place where there are witnesses*

"Please will you take my picture..." (you can see the lower lip creeping out can't you)

"Oh alright. But you have to do exactly as I say. And we will need to do a test run"

"Okay!" :D

This is the test run...

She didn't do as I said... not one bit...

But we had fun :D

Until next time
D.

Now, this is what i love...

2010-04-02T18:17:00.000+11:00

Lying outside in a hammock on a glorious autumn (Good Friday) day reading a book with out a care in the world (well except maybe an MPO essay to write and some other exam to study for)…

It's why I love Good Friday... not for any of the religious reasons... but because it is one of only two days in the year (that I can think of right now) when there is nothing to do (Coles is closed for goodness sake!) and you are left to your own devices... (not the electronic ones though, them you only check if your bff insists you check them whilst chatting on msn so you can get some annoying news... not sure how I feel about it yet - its kind of like an annoying rock in my shoe atm)... but back to when all was right with the world...

Feeling the sweet, soft, subtle breeze caressing your skin...

Then of course it gets hot and you start sweating and one very insistent fly decides that you are its one true love and just wont take no for an answer, your skin becomes ultra sensitive until you can feel all sorts of creepy crawly things all over your skin... but they turn out to be phantoms hallucinations (are they even hallucinations if your feeling them and not seeing them)… thats when you know its time to go inside… and make hot cross buns :D

Happy Easter everyone!

No matter what it means to you :P

Hey, if nothing else the chocolate eggs and bunnies are great :D

(you know I've heard that Australians have the highest rate of consumption of this great holiday confectionary… don't know if its true but it wouldn't surprise me)

Thats all for now,

April Fools!

2010-04-01T21:00:00.002+11:00

Okay so I'm not really one for the whole April fools thing but I found this article pretty funny... truth really can be stranger than fiction :-P

Much love
D.

You know I really do feel sorry for my therapist...

2010-04-01T20:21:00.004+11:00

Okay so (does it annoy anyone else that I start a lots of my stories or whatever like that? Because it is really starting to annoy me - Oh well...) the other day (nice an vague to cover the fact that I don't precisely remember when), I was in the train on my way home from uni when I saw some funky patterns on the wall in front of me...

Blob 1: Blob 2:

But being the strange person that I am, and considering I was on the train with nothing to do, whilst also allowing for the fact that I seem to have excess brain capacity for all sorts of random and unproductive things even at the most busy of times... I didn't see just blobs... I saw pretty pretty pictures... or my brain created them to entertain me anyway...

Anyway, for some unknown reason I thought this might interest someone other than myself and so took some photo's with the camera in my iPhone... it wasn't until I got home and uploaded them onto my laptop that I made 2 rather important realisations:

a) no one else is going to give a hoot what I think - this was a stupid idea
b) even if they did care, no one else is going to have a chance in hades of knowing what the heck I'm talking about.

I figured that there was nothing I could do about (a), and then I thought 'well I don't care.'

But... I can do something about (b), and so, to all of you out there who don't care but are reading this anyway, first I apologise for the random ways in which my brain works and second, well... this is what I see... We shall start with the most abstract of the pics... I shall call it:

"Blob 1: Cow"

Next up:... Blob 2: "Dolphin"

So at this point I am thinking that its like being at the shrinks... but I do it for fun... go figure

Blob 1: "Girl being attacked by bird"

It's kin of like the "old woman/young woman" mind trick thing isn't it? :-P

Blob 1: "Puppy"

Can you see them? No? It's just me then? Oh well...

Until next time,

Monday night maddness

2010-03-29T21:09:00.000+11:00

Take a guess where I am right now...

No really I mean it.

What would a 20 year old girl be doing at 8:30 on a Monday night?

Well if your anything like me then you are sitting in your car (you know the one that 3 hours ago was working perfectly but now won't start because you think the battery is dead but the lights and battery still work so really you have no idea :-S) in the commuters car park of the local train station waiting for your 'second family' to come and rescue you because your dad had to take your traumatized sister to her musical rehersal (first full day at work and was already running late to rehersal when the car I had parked down at the station earlier today for her to drive wouldn't start) in the mx-5 (which for those of you who don't know, only has 2 seats) and your mum is working a 24 hour shift at the hospital (so can't leave) and happens to (for once) have taken the other 5 seater car that also happens to have the jumper cables in it!!! - go figure :-P

(the view from where I perch in case you were wondering)

oh random people are so nice! A lovely lady I've never met just came over to offer me some help but it's okay help is already on the way

(notice my trademarked bare feet)

*** fast foward 15 minutes ***

My knights in shining Honda all wheel drives have arrived, and used the jumper cables taken from my mums car at the hospital to start my car.

I am sitting in my car in my street grumbling because in the 20 minutes I have been gone one of my neighbours has parked outside my house (in a spot btw that my family happens to manage to park 2 cars in whilst they barely get one) whilst also contemplating (in the dark) the fact that, in order for my cars battery to charge I should probably leave it running for at least 20 minutes, which I could do from the comfort of the house except for the rather large fact that my house keys are attached to my car key via a key ring (go figure) and so where one goes they must all go!... To be bothered or not to be bothered... That is the question :-P

That's all folks!
Until next time.
D.

P.S. This is wasting my petrol :-(

CODIE!!!!!

2010-03-27T11:33:00.000+11:00

OMG OMG OMG I'm sorry I totally forgot!!! my last post was suposed to be dedicated to Codie as she was tyhe first to comment! I am such a nutter and I forgot :-( hope this kinda makes up for it.

love
D.

Love sac! L-L-Love sac! :-D

2010-03-27T11:05:00.000+11:00

Yeah, yeah, yeah... don't think I can't hear you groaning at my pitiful attempt to be smart, witty and funny... and it hurts my friend, it hurts :'( all I ever wanted was to be loved :-(

Moving on!

So I think I may in fact be just about the last person in the world (or at least my world) to have jumped on the Love Sac bandwagon (and just in case I am not and your reading this post thinking of all things kinky - ITS NOT! here is what I mean love sac) They are just about the most comfortable thing on this Earth! Like I have been dreaming about them all week (and all of a sudden the reasons for my chronic 'singleness' become so much clearer).

No really... when a group of us found ourselves in their store in the entertainment quarter (needing some serious cheering up after having seen "Remember me" at the movies - but thats a whole other story) I plonked my butt down in one and refused to get up - seriously - like Eddy was dragging me kicking and screaming out of the store (this even after we had fought over the seats).

I want one. Nei I HAVE to have one! like yesterday! Every house/unit/entertainment area should have one! Except I have no room for one in my room :-(... so it'll just have to wait until I move out... and then I can get a whole set! :-D...

Just don't try telling that to my mum, the conversation won't get you anywhere:

D: When I get my own place I'm going to get a love sac.
Mum: But they are so expensive!
D: Not really. I mean a whole lounge suite will set you back upwards of $7000 and a love sac will only set me back one.
M: But you need the lounges too for people to sit in.
D: No I don't. They can sit in the love sac.
M: I won't.
D: Well you can have a kitchen chair.

And here endeth the story.
Much love
D.

Okay, first person to comment get's their name as the next post title (and its only a little bit because I hate thinking these things up... sort of)

2010-03-16T17:47:00.000+11:00

What do you do when it’s the beginning of your final year (semester) at uni and you have about a rainforests worth of course reading, a bedroom floor that hasn’t been visible since colonization, a resume to update and a books worth of tabbed graduate jobs to research and apply for (because you have no idea what you want to do with your life you just know that you want it to be amazing)?...

Any ideas?

Well if your name is Darcy then you feed your TV show addiction and then write a blog about it… sort of.

Oh! And talking online to your friends whilst attempting to type with one hand as the other attempts to glue your laptop back together with clear nail polish (long story – well actually not so long, it gets hauled around a lot and as my legion of broken/ex point and shoot digital camera’s will attest to… I’m not exactly the most gentle of people. But don’t worry, its not as bad as it sounds… :S). I think I am actually getting better at the whole one hand thing – not ready to go full time though.

But that’s not the real point lets get down to business…
Hi my name is Darcy and I’m an addict.

An entertainment addict that is, and my newest obsession? (Don’t worry you can stop reading now, this is where I’ll probably start going a little psycho, not lock my mothers corpse in the basement and have conversations with her type of psycho but, well, you know what I mean).
It’s called “Make it or break it,” a fictional American TV series aimed at (I’m assuming) teenagers about a group of elite female gymnasts trying to make it to the Olympics. We watch as they juggle home schooling, stage parents, coaches and boys and hopefully as they ultimately succeed in their goals. Don’t worry though, I didn’t just give away the end, I have no idea what’s going to happen because I’m not finished but come on, this is America, so one of two things will happen… they will win or they will loose but make some kind of radical self-discovery that leads them “be a winner anyway”.

And yes I am allowed to be a cynic and say these kinds of things because ultimately I enjoy watching it anyway; just call it as I see it.

My point? Do I ever have one? No really, do I?

Well, if you can ignore the sometimes dubious acting and the fact that most of the girls quite obviously don’t have a gymnasts physique (once again don’t kill me, they are all gorgeous healthy girls but just don’t look like world class gymnasts).

Will you laugh if I say that the reason I like it is because it speaks to me? Well of course you will, hey I’m laughing just reading this back now :-P but its true. Not because I was ever an elite gymnast (although I’d be lying if I said that just watching all the flips and leaps doesn’t make my muscles tense and want to fly). In fact, the reasons behind my enjoyment of this series probably has something to do with the lecture readings that I’m avoiding at this very point in time, no not the avoidance but their actual content. But that’s a story for another time.

Suffice to say that the little dreamer girl in me who wants to be a superhero finds the plight of these girls and their everyday life somewhat intriguing.

That’s all for now

D.

So, what's changed?

2010-03-10T19:52:00.003+11:00

Is it just me or do other people also find that they don’t really see how far they have come, how much has or hasn’t changed until they are smacked in the face with it or in my case thrown back into a similar situation as before only with a few extra years under the belt.

Before I go on and loose you completely, please, let me explain. As I think I may have mentioned before, this past week was my first week of classes for Autumn semester (okay so maybe I started writing this post last Friday, but don’t hold that against me, just keep reading and cut me some slack), a semester in which I will complete just two subjects: Corporate Reporting Issues and Managing people and organisations (the latter of which is a compulsory first year subject that I just never got around to starting…)

So I’m sitting in my Friday afternoon lecture, my notes printed, single black pen out and cardigan on (this particular lecture theatre fluctuates between freezing and Arctic even on the warmest of Sydney summer days). Meanwhile, all around me are these bubbly, chatty, young things wearing teeny tiny micro shorts, thongs (aka flip flops) and singlets (needless to say they were freezing already) with bags full of stationary.

A few interesting things happen after this:

1. I get to hear the wonderful speech that goes along the lines of “your no longer in school and your learning is up to you” whilst simultaneously being spoon-fed and toured through every letter in the subject outline.

2. Notice a familiar face in the crowd, brain immediately says “public speaking” but think, no I’ve never spoken against her – horror, brain says, “No she’s Ariel’s speaking friend” – Ahh!!! I’m in the same class as my sister’s friends!

3. Txt Ariel who replies with the text equivalent of rolling on the floor laughing whilst pointing and enjoying it all just a bit much.

4. Txt Eddy hoping for some sympathy – “OMG just realised that I am doing a first year subject. I mean I knew it but the reality just set in. They are everywhere!!! AND I JUST SAW ONE OF ARIEL’S FRIENDS!!!”
“Have you had a lil too much sugar this morning”
“They scare me Ed, they scare me”
I take that as a yes. They’re 1^st years they r scary, your superior, a 4^th year Hogwarts”
“lol, no. They are like a nest of ants, everywhere… you can’t see them all but you can feel them crawling all over you and hear their pincers preparing to bite!”
… Needless to point out, I didn’t get the comfort I was looking for… Okay so in hindsight it was a tad melodramatic *cough cough*… I’ll claim that you just had to be there.

5. The guy next to me introduced himself - *shock* if I was in a movie you would insert a spit take here - and I quote “wow you don’t look like a 4^th year”… still trying to figure out how to do this…

6. The lecture started, it ended, and I went shopping up the road (yup this is the best part of the day… :-D)

So what’s the point of all of this? Well, apart from the fact that certain ‘friends’ of mine seem to think that since I am only at uni part time this semester it is acceptable for them to pester me for blog posts to distract them from *ehem* work (Oh but I do appreciate it). But no that’s not the real point, the point is that, while I may look like a baby and be mistaken for a teen on an almost daily basis, I am most definitely NOT a first year! And that my friend is nice to know :-D

A letter from a self confessed dreamer

2010-03-07T22:21:00.001+11:00

To Whom It May Concern,

Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Darcy and I am a 20-year-old final semester university student. For the last 3 years I have been studying business with a major in accounting and a sub major in Chemistry at a well-known Sydney University. Simultaneously I have been working various jobs to support myself and save enough fund my month long trip to Europe last July.

I am intelligent, If you will allow me to say so myself, even if my recent academic results don’t always show it. I’ll admit, I don’t always apply myself to my full potential and there are no real excuses I can make for this fact.

As I said, I am in my final semester of university, final two subjects in fact, and so I find myself in the position where I am asking: what comes next? Where do I go from here?

For part if the summer break just passed I completed a summer internship at a major accounting firm. The people were nice, I appreciated the experience and I completed my work well (or so I have been told) and I was subsequently offered a graduate position starting in 2011. Here is the catch; I don’t think I want to be an accountant, even in the broadest sense of the word. Yet, everyone I know, everyone I meet keep telling me to just take the graduate job and do my CA (Chartered Accountancy qualification). They say, and I quote “the hours are long and the pay is shit and they chew you up and spit you out. But once it’s done (3 years) you will be able to get a ‘better’ job, earn a lot of money and then travel if you wish.”

But, when does it stop? Or more accurately, when does it start? My life that is, when am I allowed to start living my life? And what does a ‘better’ job mean anyway?! More money? Well that’s another whole issue all together. Maybe I have gotten a little ahead of myself here.

You see, while I do not consider my family or myself to be rich (but then who do you know who would actually admit such a thing?), I am definitely much better off than many others. My parents are still together and have provided me with a loving, stable upbringing. I have never needed to worry about the roof over my head, the bills being paid or anything of any seriousness really. I have travelled overseas on my own money twice in the last 5 years, bought myself a laptop, drive one of the family cars, have a contract for my iPhone, and am currently living what many would call a leisurely lifestyle at the family home with no rent.

I have almost everything I could possibly want, and yet I am bored by it. Actually I’m not 100% sure that bored is the right word in this instance, its just that it is a strong word that implies an element of dissatisfaction. I suppose that what I’m really trying to get at here. I’m not satisfied, all of this stuff doesn’t leave me feeling fulfilled and if I don’t feel fulfilled now then it seems to me that it would be naive to believe that more ‘stuff’ i.e. a better job with more money (and lets not forget about more responsibility and time at the office) will help the situation any.

Please dear reader, do not get the impression that I am simply a lazy gen Y’er who has been mollycoddled and spoilt her whole life, full of entitlement and her own self-importance. I am willing, more than willing in fact to do the hard work. I want to contribute to society, I want to be part of it. I want to do my part! More than my part even I just don’t see where I’m supposed to start, or, using my earlier job reference, how the jobs available to me really help people. As I said, telling me that if I take this now I will have future prospects of more money just won’t cut it. Then again, maybe I am displaying a few of the gen Y traits in that I seem to be searching for more immediate results.

I believe that what I am searching for is some kind of meaning. I don’t believe that life should begin after 5 (or 6, or 7 for that matter). I’ll admit I’m a little lost and confused, I just want something to change, I want my life to start. Am I expecting too much? Can so many people be wrong? Why do others do it? Or is this really just some sort of backlash against… what? What do I have to backlash against? My life is good but I’m in a rut, not moving forward or backward and the lights are off.

So, why do I write this? I suppose I’m asking for your help, or input of some sort. Any opinions you would like to share? Can you shed some light? Make a suggestion? (Even if it is only: grow up and move on).

Yours Sincerley,

Darcy.

Playing with pixs

2010-03-02T23:14:00.002+11:00

(picture above best viewed in Internet explorer or Safari... don't know why but Mozilla makes the colours look dull)

Its first day back at uni for the 2010 academic year (for me anyway) so what am I doing??? Well it appears I have developed a sudden compulsion? no, more like drive, motivation, bullish single mindedness if you will to do - well just about anything that is not uni related really, but it starts with getting all of my Europe pics in order.... and I mean like NOW!

To be sure, it all started off innocently enough... "I'm bored and have run out of TV shows to watch, what can I do?" I ask myself...

1. Sort photo's and choose those to edit

2. Edit pics (making sure to save a copy as PSD and a JPEG - for importing to iPhoto you know - oh and I can't delete the original just incase I want to do it all again one day) this is all a very large task, worth of much more than one single dot point but as I cant think of ways in which I could break it up I will simply write a whole lot of nothing at the end of the sentense :-P

3. Back up all new files on external hard drives and possible dvd's depending on just how obcessive I am feeling on the day. (this is an ongoing process that should be done at least nightly, after all you - and by you I mean I - don't want to get down to the last photo on my list only to have the whole computer crash and need to repeat the process all over again.... my-oh-my i feel like sobbing at the mere thought of it!)

4. Upload photo's to Flickr so I can share them with all of you lovely people... oh yes there is more... don't for a second think you saw them all last year... I am not done with my world domination... I SHALL TAKE OVER THE WORLD! mwahahahahahahaha.... I haven't quite decided how but I'm sure bombarding my readers with images of my trip overseas is only the beginning...

5. (and most importantly) making a photo book of the tour...

Now this last one is where I'm having a lot of trouble tonight, but thats probably got a lot to do with the fact that I am in serious need of a break from photo editing. You see at first I though it would be easy! iPhoto has an option after all that allows you to create a photo-book and have it printed, all with just a few clicks of a few buttons... I could even make my own map with the places visited! (which I did)... Only one problem - you can only print 100 pages, and so far I'm thinking mine is going to be 110+ (and that's assuming there will be four photo's per page, and we all know I won't do that... some of my photo's need to be all by themselves)

Hey! No looking at me like that! Its not like I am going to force you to read the book! Its my trip and I'm only going to print a book on it once so I might as well do it the way I want! (Sorry Eddy, you don't get a choice, your copy is going to be the same as mine... so maybe I'll be printing it twice...)

Back on topic tho, I now have to find another place that offers the flexibility I want with the pages I need... I'll let you know how it goes... oh the choices!!!

Oh and to top it off, now that I'm doing a lot of reading on it I'm thinking that I probably should have converted the pics to sRGB instead of RGB colour space *oh the pressure!!!!* *sobs*

I'm going to go and crawl back into my little hidy hole now... :-(
See you all next Friday
(thats the time I have worked out that I will be finished editing all my pics... not the rest of it tho...)
although I'll probably start procrastinating again before then

much love
D.

Wall progression update...

2010-02-25T17:43:00.000+11:00

Rightio, remember those blank walls, well, one of them isn't quite so blank anymore! Woohooo!!!!

And we will stop the celebrations right about there or I will get terribly complacent...

Okay so I am going to show you some pictures.... now bare in mind that its not finished yet, no where near it in fact... but its on its way.

this is before...

And this is now...

Now let me explain, for about the last well 5 years or something I have had it in my head that I would just fill a wall in my house (in this case my room because lets face it I still live at home with my parents but no raining on my parade okay!) with a giant cork-board (spelling anyone?) and have one massive collage going on. You know photo's, movie/theater tickets, other memorabilia, etc.

The problem is... well cork-boards are much more expensive than I had imagined so this is me being using my ingenuity (I am sure that my use of the English language makes many masters turn in their graves each time I open my mouth) and improvising. Its birds netting (you know the stuff they use to keep birds out of trees - you didn't know that existed? well neither did I, you learn something everyday you set foot inside your local Bunnings hardware store) held up and weighted down by 2 curtain rods... still got to work out the kinks. (Bell, Eddy, my two perfectionist friends... that's your cue to jump in and rescue me or ill post picture of it looking like this and make you stare at them for my perverted pleasure until your crack - please also note the four pictures on the side which I have re-hung straight this time, I should get brownie points for doing that all by myself shouldn't I?).

Anyway that's problem one, problem two is that once it was up I realised that I haven't actually printed any photo's in... oh, around 3 years (read since high school graduation week), so.... I have nothing to hang up... enter (what I have been doing the last few days in between watching episodes of "White Collar") Europe photo's - ie finally facing the fact that I have 15 GB of photo's I have to sort through and edit... and that's not including all the other stuff that's happened in the last 3 years...

sigh... *insert me, staring up at my mountain of work...*

anywho, just wanted to give you an update... right now I'm off to see Spring Awakening... tata :D
much love
D.

Project #1: filling the void...

2010-02-21T19:21:00.000+11:00

Okay, so a little while ago (read some time in the lst 3 months since uni break commenced because to me everything since then has become a blur and I am no longer able to distinguish time and distance)... if you recall, I cleaned out my room... more specifically in the process I got rid of the hatch that used to reside on my desk and took down some very old photo's from the walls that had seen better days...

This left me with two very large, very bare expenses of wall in my room... walls that continuously stare at me and make me go bleh! Of course, although I went on a little complaining rant about it at the time, that doesn't mean that anything has been done about it since... my excuse shall be that life caught up with me but if forced to tell the truth I would have to admit that a more likely explanation for it is that I am just lazy... but you didn't hear that from me...

I figure this is as good a place as any to begin, lets call it a starter project... fill that void.

Exhibit A:

I mean look at that... eww!!! I stare up at it from my bed every night and my mind races a million miles and hour - how can I fill that *run run run run* and as Eddy never fails to remind me... I am no runner... but moving on to...

Exhibit B:

Another blank space! Please excuse the clutter... I'll get around to fixing that one day... but first things first... fill that void!

I'll keep you updated,
deadline, the end of the week...

Much love
D.

I need a project...

2010-02-19T15:38:00.000+11:00

Okay I'm having a little issue over here... I think I need a project... something to write about and annoy your RSS feeds with :-D... cause I'm that type of thoughtfull person hehehe...

I mean, last year I had the whole Europe trip, and that was great fun (and best of all you got to look at the pics instead of listening to me drone on i your heads...) but to be brutally honest I just don't have the funds to repeat that little extravaganza, so I need something new and different...

I'll be straight with you, the project has to be interesting, it has to provide me with something to focus on, something to learn etc... you see here is the thing... I have two subjects left to complete my degree and a graduate job lined up for next March (as in 2011) (which I need to decide whether or not I am going to accept some time in the next week). This means that not only will I be finished by about mid June and (assuming a good exam timetable) and then have 9.5 months of my life to colour in, but from now until then I only have 6 hours of uni a week....

Are you getting where I am going here??? I need something to keep me motivated! Something to make me get out of bed in the morning! (Because we all know I would otherwise be very happy sleeping my way through this year)...

So here is what I am thinking... a project, with specific goals and deadlines and regualr posts, no excuses...

but I dont know what... here are my options so far:

A- Some type of learning to cook challenge thing (Julie and Julia inspired of course)
B- Some type of photography challenge
C- Some type of drawing challenge
D- Lets learn a language challenge...
E- Some combination of all of the above...

The problem is, as I said before, that I need something to focus on... these are all projects I would like to complete at some point in time but unless I have specific goals and some sort of set mindset, I will never get around to any of them...

Now this is where you come in... any ideas? suggestions? please please please, I am begging for your suggestions... hey maybe I should do a challenge challenge... where you send me in the stuff you want me to do and I post my attempts... ooo I think Darcy could get herself into some interesting situations/trouble if she took that on....

So let me know, help me decide :-D
make sure I get out of bed atsome time in the daylight hours ;-)
Much love
D.

Foot

2010-02-17T21:01:00.000+11:00

Nothin' left to do but stare at my feet...

'Nough said...

Much love.
D.

The Proposal - Darcy's dream.

2010-02-07T19:43:00.000+11:00

So, the other day Bell had a strange dream... about me! (okay random) And even better, she wrote it all down :-P and so I (being out of ideas myself) have decided to share it with y'all (someone has been watching too much 'True Blood' and so my head voice - that is the one inside my head not the singing one - has started to evolve a certain Southern Belle twang... just thought I'd share)...

Now, the following I remind you - just so we are clear - is not written by me... I do not own any of the characters or take any responsibility for their actions... I only write comments in the margins :-D (because as we all are aware, I have an opinion on everything and I'll be damned if I don't use this post to share it ;-P)

The Proposal - Darcy's dream. By Bell

I had a really weird dream… (great opening line don't you think)

I (Belle) was auditioning for a coca-cola commercial with Codie (ummm???), and we were selected to go through and be a part of the add campaign on television (you two are just so multi-talented :-D how on earth did you ever become my friends) when I found out you had been proposed to and were trying to decide whether or not to marry him. (WTF?!?! please excuse my French)

So I got on facebook to see whether or not this was true (as you do) and your status update was "Darcy No-Last-Name wonders if she should say yes or no?" (because, you know, I am a fb whore and update my status all the time *cough cough*)

I wanted to go and find you to see what you were thinking, especially when you had never mentioned that you were seeing someone, let alone considering to marry them!! (your not the only one who is confused... I'd like to know who he is too!) However, I couldn't go because we started shooting for the Coca-cola television commercial and I had to be there! (ever heard of a phone there darl???, I assume you had one that you used to check my fb updates on)

So, after they finished filming me (which was all very vague) I logged back onto facebook to see if you had made up your mind about the proposal. In which I found your status update to be "Darcy wonders if she should be Mrs Robinson?" *cough, splutter, gag, bahahahahahahahahahahah* hmmm because I would leave such a life changing decision in the hands of my extended 'friends' online... (I think that was the last name but I really can't remember that detail)… to which I commented "??" (Its a brilliant response isn't it?) (your so witty :-P)

At this point I decided it was time to find you… and I traveled for what seemed like an eternity through dark streets, lanes, London suburbia, and a whole blur of overlapping locations to the point where I couldn't distinguish anything anymore, neither time or place, before I found your location. (once again, ever heard of a phone?)

I walked into what seemed to be a maze of bedrooms (I think I understand it as we were holidaying there, as in the girls?) where in the first bedroom filled with bunk-beds I found the group (all the girls with the exception of you and Eddy). I asked them if they knew anything, they didn't, but did ask me how my commercial went.

I walked away from them deeper into the maze of rooms and bedrooms before I found you and Eddy. I asked how you could possibly not tell me about the fact you were contemplating marriage and demanded to know who you were planning on marrying! (*cowers in the corner* I don't know, I don't know, you were supposed to be telling me!)

You replied (in a very laid back and blaze manner) (cause I am so laid back and Blase) that "He's just Alex, I've known him for ages from a long time back." I had never heard of him!

You then proceeded to crawl into the nearest single bed and wrap yourselves (no that is not a typo, it reads "yourselves"... why are Eddy and I crawling in to share one single bed when you descrive it as being a room full of bunks? I mean I can understand if it was the only double bed in the room - you can't expect either of us to give up the double and let the other have all that space to herself even if it does mean we both get less overall - but they are all singles!! What are you hinting at :-P) in the covers.

I asked you whether you were going to say yes and marry him, however you decided at that point to fall asleep.(LOL in true Darcy fashion... it is always sleep time :-D especially in stressful situations)

My last thought as I stood there watching you was "oh great, now where am I supposed to sleep." (in one of the other many bunks? or you could join us in the single... might start getting a little cramped tho)

THE END.

So there you have it... Bell's, um, strange dream :-P. Now, to all you dream interpreters out there... what does this all mean??? and more importantly.... what does it mean for me :-D.

until next time.
much love
D.

Days 2 and three

2010-01-20T21:28:00.000+11:00

So things picked up in days two and three... eventually :-P

So it started off with more meet and greet opportunities *fun* lol, nah it wasn't so bad, people were nice... okay so you don't realy want to hear about my boring day so I'll tell you anyway (but quickley) and then we'll get down to the gritty details that are running through my head.

So the meet and greet ended and we picked up our security passes and got assigned lockers (wow is anyone else having flashbacks to the first days of high school???)and it was arround about here that a few of us realised that we had absolutley no idea where we were supposed to be and what we should be doing... I mean I had an assignment but when I went to my timesheet I couldn't find anyone else I could contact... turns out thats because the client I was supposed to be working on doesn't technically start for a few weeks and they just had some odds and ends that needed doing before it starts...

Anyway there was an hour or so there where I couldn't contact anyone because they were all out on assignment so I had to leave messages and send e-mails and try desperatley to find something! anything!... an then - out of nowhere - some random is talking to me on the intra office instant messaging system and I'm sitting there thinking "well someone knows I'm here and is asking me where I am so they can meet..." Okay!

So he sorted me out with some work and we eventually fiuured out what had happened and I've been doing that stuff for the last 2 days.

Now here is the thing... even if I do start liking the work and people (when I move onto a real job with a team and all next week) and the place in general... well its not exactly a healthy lifestyle. I'm not talking here about the foods they eat or the fact that I've been sitting on my ass at a desk staring at a computer all day, I'm talking about the work life balance here...

Now lets get a few things straight here:

its the 'busy season' for auditors so there is a lot of work to be done and deadlines to make and not a heck of a lot of time to do it in
Although as vacationers we are encouraged not to run out the door as soon and the chime strikes 5, I am also not allowed to work longer than my 7.5 alloted hours per day without managers written approval...

So now we can start at the begining...

On my first day in the office, during our morning break I walk into the bathrooms (why do all of my stories end up here???) and overhear 2 of the human resource ladies talking to each other through the cubicals, it went something along the lines of

"Yea, you know I wouldn't mind working 12 hour days if it meant I got the 5th day off"

"yea I think it would be great, three day weekends!!!"

Meanwhile I am sitting there thinking... "its a really strange feeling, this whole going to the toilet with your stockings pulled up" Oh! and!... "12 hour days?! what are they thinking... thats no way to live, and whats the point anyway? All you'll end up doing is sleeping the 5th day and then your left with no social life because your sleeping and no sunlight because your in the office all day"

Its amazing how quickley you can aclimatise to a new situation though, those comments now suddenly make sense... I mean these people are already working 10 to 11 hours a day (one guy on my level was still at work last night at 2 in the morning!!! (I mean is that even productive?). So whats an extra hour if you get an extra day off anyway?

But do I really want to be a part of this? Now thats a question I have to answer...

Until next time,
D.

Darcy has her first day of 'real' work...

2010-01-19T22:16:00.003+11:00

Sorry about the delay guys... the good news is that because I was too zonked to post last night, tonight you get two for the price of one! :-P... poor you ;-)

So yesterday I started my first day at my summer vacation position... you know, the one I got when i didn't send this application letter...

~~So the day started off fine~~, I felt like a nervous wreck! All morning! In fact, once I went to change trains at central station, I heard the call for the train to Mascot... my Mascot... home sweet home! (or the home of my nice fluffy white comfy place of work)... and I tell you, I almost ran for it... so very almost! But I didn't - I held on (Should have taken it as a sign... get on that train!)

It was... how shall I put it - Overwhelming! Actually that doesn't quite sound right, but I have a whole other post to write tonight before I pass out, so it will just have to do. By the end of the day I had been listening to people talk for hours and hours on end. Thats right! No actual work got done. It was "Induction Day"... which translates as watch me bore you to pieces, take away your will to live, speek many many words which can be easily summed up by a few choice expletives that I choose not to publish on the net AND THEN! At the end of all that (when all the soul and personality have been sucked from your soul) we are going to make you talk to more strangers from the firm and get you to practice your newly accuired skills at networking! :-D *gets a mallet and whacks it over her head*...

Nah it wasn't really all that bad... it was just a whole day of Darcy feeling awkward and not really knowing what to do and yet also not feeling like any one is giving any insight into what is expected tomorrow.... or for the next 5 weeks... its all about constantly improving ones self and giving off the right impression so that they want to hire you as a graduate....

Umm.... I'm supposed to be improving?!?! I was just hoping to make it through alive...

and graduate positions... yea sure it would be great to not need to worry about finding a job once I graduate but honestly, I'm not really sure if this is the type of job I want for my future... wasn't that the whole point of this exercise? you try me on for size and I see if your a comfy fit?

Anyway, the day ended with only one great achievement made... my migraine... possibly not helped by the fact that lunch was catered but there was't really enought to eat (then again who was the idiot that brought a packed lunch and then decided it would be to imbarressing to eat it?)

The nicest person I met all day was the PA of one of the partners... and I only met her because I noticed she was struggling with this big cardboard contraption and decided to help her open a door.

After day one Darcy is feeling a little worse for wear and wondering what it is that she got herself I into!!! Maybe I'd be better as a PA ;-P

Much love
D.

P.S. I don't know if I mentioned before but for work I bought these beautiful high leg pantyhose type things (you know the ones that go all the way up to about upper-mid thight and then stop?) because I thought they would be more fun than your average type... they are :-P... but the strangest thing is, the feeling of going to the toilet with your stockings pulled up! have you ever tried it? I mean really? Because normally there you have to pull tights down to about your knees... but not with these!!! there is no need :-D lol :-D

P.P.S. I know at the start of this post I promised a 2-4-1 deal but I'm beat so if you don't mind, I'll save it for another day

the Holidays...

2010-01-12T21:07:00.001+11:00

Those of you who have known me for any significant period of time will be aware that I am quite capeable of "going off the radar" for a while... this little habbit of mine was especially prevalent during my schooling years where I would practically sever all contact with my school chums over the summer break. I liked this part of my year... it was great! and by the time school went back I was actually looking foward to catching up with everyone...

Unfortunatley, since leaving school it has become more difficult to destinguish between the "on" and "off" times of the year, whilst at the same times many friends have come to view any extended absence from "group activities" as being a personal affront to their persons AND "the group"... a crime punishable by expulsion (from what I am not yet certain)... Anyway I must confess...

It has been three years since my last hyatus... three long long years...

And so it has came to be that one day, this very day infact, that Darcy found herself on a family holiday somewhere along the NSW central coast. Sharing a 2 bedroom flat with Mum, Dad, Ariel and Auntie D, a mere stones throw from the beech.

The great thing about holidays such as these (at least in my humble oppinion) is that, appart from the obvious neccesities required to sustain life there is literally nothing that has to/should be/must be done. No famous historical art/archetecture to visit, no people to talk to, no theme park up the road... not even particularly good TV reception (thus preventing one from needing to be home in time to watch the cricket/news/latest episode of the thrilling new medical dramas on channel 7/9/10. There is almost nothing to do... and thats kind of the point. Even the act of writing this post feels like some sort of criminal act against... something...
It is my last week of freedom before I take my first steps towards joining the rest of the workforce in full time employment via my sumer internship...

So I have decided, for today at least (who knows what I'll decide to do tomorrow) that I will not pay any attention to the time... the sun will rise and set alerting me that another day has passed, I shall eat when I am hungry and read and sleep and swim and generally do as I please... if the mood takes me I may even venture out and take a few photo's...

Wow that sounds selfish... but why the hell not?! Its only for a week after all. :D
And now... I think I shall go get a frosty fruit...

until next time
D.

P.S. Funniest sight today at dinner... 4 kids who appeared to be under the age of 5 sitting quietly at a table by themselves each playing their own Nintendo DS... :-P

PPS... I have no idea what this post was about... If you figure it out be sure to let me know...

4 hours later...

2010-01-03T13:37:00.001+11:00

4 hours later... It's 1:30, lunch has been had and they are about to complete the coin toss...

Ponting has won the toss and elected to bat...

Play is sceduled to start at 2... Here's to hoping the rain will hold off until then.

New seats, undercover this time...

As the openers warm up for their second or third time today, Eddy and I sit in eager anticipation, tummys full after a trip to the Bavarian beer cafe in the entertainment quarter *contented sigh*... we're goig to have a game!!!! : D

Sorry to all those with no interest what-so-ever in cricket... Usual broadcasting will continue tomorrow

Until next time.
D.

This bright and sunny summer of cricket

2010-01-03T10:32:00.001+11:00

It's the first day of the Sydney test, australia v Pakistan... At least it is supposed to be.

Eddy and I are currently sitting under a light sprinkle in the ladies stand of the SCG waiting for the umpires to deem that the surface is dry enough for play to begin... A daclaration that at this point in time seems unlikely. Nevertheless we persist... Haven't missed a test in 5 long years :D

You see the harpers bazar umbrella in the left corner??? That's Eddy... Doesn't she look just so happy to be here :-P

Only the die hards come on days like today... And those who bought tickets before the weather forecast came out...

I should hurry this up because I'm running on a strict 15 minute time limit... Eddy demands entertainment and when Mitchel Johnson is off the field this responsibility comes downtown me... She's really very demanding when she can't eat carbs (not by choice... Dw were not going on some Hollywood crash diet, it's just thatshe has a stomach bacteria or something and this type f food inflames the stomach lining...)... It kinda ruins the binge eating day we had planned too...

Instead we have Lollies...

And a view of a large green patch of grass...

Please don't get me wrong... I am very happy to be here, just thought I should tell it how it is - no sugar coating at all...

Play update: coin toss has been delayed...

Anywho, I'd better go.
Until next time
D.

Edit/bloggers note: yes we realise sugar is a carb... But in this case they don't count... Brain has to function somehow right??? We r thinking more breads and pasta and rice... U know heavy stuff :-P

Oooo cool!!

2010-01-02T17:55:00.000+11:00

Sorry this is really just a test post to see how this all works... Blogger on my iPhone cool!

You see this all started when I was dancing in the garage this afternoon ( it's some form of stress relief that I developed years ago and don't seem able to let go of... Don't judge till you try it). Dancing in the garage of my house, on most days involves mooving dads pretty mx-5 out of it and into the open air. On this particular occasion dad had just washed his car... The sky's were dark and so he made me promise to clean the car if it startedti rain... More about that later.

Anyway, when I started Eddy and I were in the midst of organising a movie night but some details needed to be sorted so I said id come back in 15... 45 minutes later I log onto messenger using my iPhone whilst sitting in the dark garage leaning against the second fridge we also keep in here ( and no it's not emo as eddy claims, just Comfy and convenient)...

By this point in time I started thinking that I was ready to stop dancing but then again im not so ready cause I don't really feel like cleaning the car (yes the clouds opened up and filled the world with water... And anyway who washes their car when it's raining?!?!?!)

It is at this point that it randomly occurs to me that maybe there is an iPhone app that allows me to post blogs on-the-go... Hmmm great way to procrastinate :-P... Turns out that there is. I press download, set up my details, remove the pesky little end note that says "posted from my iPhone" because that's just silly... bringing us to this... Me writing a test post which I believe is just about done...

Hope I haven't wasted too many irreplaceble seconds of your life...

Until next time
D.

Moving through life

2009-12-30T22:42:00.000+11:00

Do you feel like everyone around you is moving fowards with their lives yet no matter how hard your try you feel cemented in the same spot??? apparently its a common feeling... I don't know where I got that little fact... maybe its just wishful thinking on my behalf... bacause thats how I'm feeling right now... *sigh*

I think that I'm just sometimes afraid of actually living my life... so I flirt with the edges of it, close enough to have the appearance of living but far enough away to be 'safe'... and this scares me too... but then I think that maybe I'm just overanalysing myself and I should just shut-up and do what I do... and at this point I end up with a look on my face that is something between a crosseyed monkey and one of those faces that you pull just before your mother warns you that if the wind changes you'll be stuck like that forever...

Anyway we should take a look at some happier thoughts... Christmas is over!!!! For another year at least... the stress, anxiety and tention that only comes with large gatherings of family who don't always see eye to eye has passed and a new year full of hopes and dreams is on its way :-D

Oh and I got photoshop for mac!!! Which is really exciting because now I don't have to re-start my computer into windows every time I want to edit some photo's :-D (which, lets be honest here, usually results in a sigh, and a shrug, and a look thats says "I'll get around to it some other day"...)

For you of course this means that there is a 30% chance I will be upoading more photo's online to break up the monotony of my sometimes excruciatingly long and boring posts... a chance similar to that of the threat of showers tomorrow night that leave me wondering whether or not it is worth my time assembling the tent and fairy lights that I seem to have decided I would like to do for the New Years Eve party I am hosting for the girls...

Close friends + pool + good food + party = A happy Darcy (especially as my lazy homebody ass can in no way imaginable be bothered trudging into town just to stand in line all day with a whole bunch of other completely trashed members of the public for a chance to see the famed Sydney fireworks live...)

And about this party... OMG! there is so much to do!!!! And here I've been stuck in my little "post christmas/pre new years - do absolutely nothing because its the only time of year you can and next year it may not be possible" hole. So I completely forgot that there is actually stuff to do!!! and organise!!! and Now I must do it ALL tomorrow!!! *eek* (the little procrastinating perfectionist that I am runs for the hills and hides in a deep dark corner of a mystical cave where time doesn't exist and no one can find her, taking slow deep breaths to try to compose herself)

Apart from all that I'm excited :-D I love playing host... it gives me something to do and generally means that I can actually enjoy myself instead of concetrating on being social all day :-D

(am I using to many emoticons today??? I think I am using to many emoticons...)

Anywho, that was slightly random and all over the place, but I just felt the need to write something... and this is what came out...
nighty night
D.

P.S. If i forget (like I did with Christmas...) HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! :-D

Two girls, a toilet and a phone...

2009-12-18T17:51:00.002+11:00

So I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this but a few months ago I was splitting my time between home and Eddie's while her parents were overseas. Now we are both generally reasonable smart and clued in girls (if you ignore almost everything I write on this blog and our sheer stupidity when it comes to members of the male sex that is). But then of course there are the occasions when we act like pure bred blond bimbos and, as I'm all for full disclosure I think its time I share another such story...

It was a day sometime in August/September and I have no idea what the weather was like but it doesn't really matter because our story takes place inside. Eddy is standing in the hallway of her house looking through the bathroom door with a quizzical expression spread across her face.

"Darcy," she calls, "Come here, I need you to have a look at something"
"Do I have to?" comes my lazy ass response
"Yes you do"
"Can't you just bring it out for me to see or tell me what it is?"
"No I really need you to come look at this, like now!"
"all right, all right" I concede, and then continue to mumble my reluctance (?) all the way up the stairs, "I don't see why you can't just tell me *grumble* or even wait another 20 minutes until I am ready to come up... what could be that important anyway? *sigh mumble grumble*"

It is at this point that I reach the spot where Eddy stands and follow her gaze into the bathroom...

"ohh..."

The two of us stand there in what I can only imagine is a comical fashion, staring in the same direction with similar expressions on our faces neither moving further forward or backwards just...

"it it?"
"yea..."
"its kinda..."
"on a slant!"

*insert the two of us tilting our heads to the left so as to reorient ourselves to the straight world we are used to (if that makes any sense to you at all) and then hysterical laughter as we realize a) how stupid we look and b) that we both did the exact thing at the exact same time (and believe you me this is not a random occurrence, as many of the photo's taken by our fellow shoppers in Melbourne 2 weeks ago would prove)*

You see the thingy at the back of the toilet that holds all the water (yes we are very technical here at thewarmthofsunlight.blogspot.com appeared to be on about a 30* slant and as we were to discover later was holding onto the wall by sheer willpower...

So we approach the toilet in question and have a little look around. Checking down the back, around the sides, underneath, found a little water on the floor but didn't think much of it at the time... we of course had absolutely no idea what we were doing and so decided to call for re-enforcements. That doesn't mean though that we called the first plumber in the phone book... it means that we went on msn messenger to see which of our friends were online and ask around to see if anyone knew anything about toilets...

We found cheerboy, who by his own admissions knew absolutely jack all about plumbing but we assumed that meant he knew more than we did which was good enough for us! A few seconds later and we are back in the bathroom investigating the bummed toilet with our handy cheer boy assisting via correspondence on the phone. Here's something along the lines of how it went...

"So what is wrong exactly?"
"the bowl thing has come off the wall and is hanging at an angle"
"how did that happen!"
"We don't know!!!! it was just like this!"
"there is a metal thing on the back attached to the wall and it looks like there were some plastic screws that snapped off"
"so the thing was screwed into the metal thing" (Cheeryboy was using some type of terminology and trying to give us a toilet lesson at the same time but I don't remember what he said now so he will be reduced to my own and Eddy's level for now)
"No! the bowl was attached to the wall but the metal thing is also attached to the wall and the plastic screws went through both!"

Anyway I could continue to bore you all day with a continued manuscript of of senseless dialogue (or at least what I remember of it) but that wouldn't be entertaining at all. The gist of the matter is that we took the lid of (for whatever reason I'll never know because I don't think that was the issue) and it was only then that Eddy and I decided to inform Cheer boy that there was water everywhere on the floor oh and were we supposed to turn that water off? ... opps :-P hehehehehe

The water got turned off but the bowl was still leaking so we flushed the toilet... and in the process flushed the silver button down the drain with it... double opps! ummm what do we do now????

Well... we figured that its completely broken now *eek* our answer? put down the lid gently, back away from the toilet like its a lion prepared to pounce... close the door and *click, sigh* its safe. After all out of sight = out of mind = did it really ever happen??? I mean if no one can see it that is. We'll just use the other toilet for the rest of the week until the parents come back....
thankyou, and goodnight! :-P

much love,
D.

P.S. I really like coments ;)

Is she your... ?

2009-12-14T15:59:00.000+11:00

Okay so we all know that I frequently complain about the fact that people often mistake me for being much younger than I actually am. (At least I think we all know, I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it once or twice... at least I know that my friends hear me talk about it, not quite so sure I've mentioned it here but I can't really be bothered going through all my past posts to find out)

For example... when doing a little Christmas decoration shopping with the family last week dad ran into a work colleague who happened to know that Ariel had just finished her Higher School Certificate. After a whole discussion on subjects and marks and the relief that comes with finishing school she turned to me and - wait for it - said... "and what year are you in my dear?".... "mumble grumble bumble," goes I, *laughing slightly hysterically but trying to appear casually amused* "Oh me? I finished school three years ago" *take that!*

Ahh well, at least I know where this whole looking young thing came from... seems as if I have years and years of this to look foward to... thanks dad *insert sarcastic, too big for her boots voice here*... please, allow me to explain...

Last Thursday night dad had been out with his work mates for end of year drinks where he was mistaken for a 25 year old by a pair of 'slightly older' (than the '25 year old' they were eyeing off) women.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA. This made me laugh :-P - like physically fall on the floor bellyaching laugh. Not the type where you say "lol" but are really just staring at the computer screne either slightly amused or completely baffled with no other way to politely react (its for reasons like this that I think it would be quite amusing to watch a video of 2 people having a conversation online, to see the animated and emotional conversation, emoticons and all, juxtaposed against the motionless zombie like persons sitting infront of their screens) but back to the matter at hand...

Even though I admit he looks young for his age (48), could probably pass for a 35 maybe 30 year old (in perfect lighting conditions and provided you squinted a little). But even considering his recent operation to correct the alignment of his jaw (which has apparently taken years off his face... I just don't see it... possibly because when I look all I see is 'Dad') 25 is a bit young...this person obviously wasn't looking to hard (Sorry dad but its true).

Yesterday Dad (who shall be henceforth known @ this space as Morpheus) and I went to do our weekly grocery shop and somehow the check-out-chick came to the conclusion that my dads youth + me = couple... and even asked for confirmation! "Is she your... girlfriend?" WTF?!?!?!!!!!!!!!

Dad politely denied the claim? presumption? (I don't know, it was a presumption but that doesn't sound right in a sentence) and corrected her. It was only then that she took another look at me an said "Of course! I mean I knew she looks like a baby but..." - but what??? she never finished.

Which brings me to the conclusion that she made an inference based on my apparent age, my dads apparent lack of age and assumed that no teenage daughter would been seen dead doing the grocery shopping with her dad at 9:30pm on a Friday night (a situation which I admit to be rather unusual).

I'm sorry if its unusual but i actually enjoy the company of my parents and for the most part even look foward to my weekly one on one time with dad... (and those of you with dirty minds stop that right now! eww! I'm sorry if my language confuses you but as hard as i tried I couldn't find a turn of phrase that couldn't be misconstued...).

For the record, this is not the first time something of this nature has occured to my dad (even if its the first time with me). A few years ago he was shopping with Ariel in Cronulla when 2 of his students saw him. They didn't mention it at the time but the next Monday at school claimed that "hey Sir! Saw you at Cronulla with your girlfriend on the weekend... *raise bushy teenage eyebrows suggestively* LOL. Poor dad... poor mum... *sigh*

Anyway thats all really
Tata for today
D.

last night my room threw up... it went bleh

2009-12-09T22:57:00.000+11:00

no really it did... all of my stuff was out in the hall, strewn about like it was nobody's business... why you may ask? Well because I was cleaning of course! And as everyone knows (well those of us who tend to make a habit of cleaning their room in a superficial manner and even then only once they have been suitably threatened that the failure to do so will result in serious consequences), when you choose to do a thorough clean (say once every three to four years), its always going to get worse before it gets better.... much worse...

like sleeping on the couch because even though you have been working on clearing it for the last 7 hours and its now 1am, there isn't enough room on the bed for a body to sit... let alone lie down.

(and its only now that I realise that my last two post have included what can only be described as unpleasent bodily functions... I promise to try harder not to do this in the future)

So now, 10 hours, 4 garbage bags, one old school bag and a pile of paper as high as my thigh later... my room is clean, the hutch on my desk is gone... and it looks like there is space in here for the first time in, well, ever!

oh! and also.... the walls are bare... I never noticed before how much wall space there is in my room... its hideous!... I hate bare walls! I hate them! I hat them!

Which leaves me here... sitting on my bed with a hammer poised in my hand in a manner that appears just a little unstable, and a slightly crazed look on my face, staring at my computer screen because I've been sitting here all night and just have no idea where to start... it's either that or I get out a texter and start drawing foliage on my gum tree green walls - something which could be quite entertaining when mum see's it... although I don't really want to be on the receiving end of that stick so I think ill just stay seated for now...

So, I'll leave you with that picture... because really thats all I had to say today...
nighty night
D.

Working up a stink

2009-11-30T22:17:00.001+11:00

You know that dream (nightmare really) you have where you’re walking out of the toilet cubicle (felling rather relieved and relaxed I might add) having just rid yourself of a big stinker, only to find that someone you know is about to walk in right after you (only you don’t know them well enough to be able to laugh about it afterwards and you just KNOW that there are going to be people whispering about it behind your back for the rest of the day – or it feels like it at least...)

Yeah... that one...

I think that this is up there possibly the top of the worst personal embarrassment nightmares for one very important reason... it actually happens! (I mean let’s be honest – how many of us are really going to stand up on stage in front of thousands of our co-workers to talk about the technical aspects of important global issues such as global warming, biotechnological innovations or Suri Cruise’s new kitten heels and “forget” to put on some clothes in the morning... I mean seriously!)

I know that I’m a girl and maybe I’m not supposed to talk about the dirty matters such as these... I’m probably committing some sort of social faux par just thinking about the issue, but the fact is that it has or will happen to us all... we’re only human after all and human is as human does (or something like that)... I’m just opening up the lines of communication... putting it out there... everyone’s semi solid waste stinks! NO EXCEPTIONS (and if you say yours doesn’t then I’ll call you a liar because either its true or you’ve sniffed so much coke that its destroyed all of the sensory receptors in you nostrils)

And that’s all I really have to say on the matter... (no point just a trip round the bends – no, sorry, I didn’t really mean that!)

Hope everyone’s well

Darcy is off on a shopping trip to Melbourne tomorrow!!!! :D

Much love

MS Sydney to Wollongong bike ride 2009

2009-11-26T15:50:00.002+11:00

So, as some of you may or may not know, Morpheus (aka Darcy's dad) and I (Darcy) recently (and I use recently loosley) completed the Sydney to Wollongong bike ride for MS. So I thought I'd share a few of my comments throughout the trip with you in a shorified (just thought I'd make up a word there because hey if shakespeare could then why can't I :P) re-enactment of the day... (oh and please forgive the pics taken with my iphone and not edited at all... just because)

For those of you who don't know, this is a map of the course.... its 90km!!!!!! only someone stupid would choose to bike ride for 90km on one of their only Sunday's off during semster (and then back it up with a full days work and an oz tag game the next day) Oh wait! I did that! opps! :P... but it was fun :P...

but thats nothing compared to whats about to come next.... this is is an elevation map of the same course...

Now really... why did I sgn up for this again??? look at those hills!!!! *eek* I'd point to them and circle them in big red circles if I knew how but as of this very second I can't so you'll have to look and see for yourselves...

But In all seriousness, it was a great day and the hills weren't too bad... for most of the trip... and the weather was perfect, I mean just the right amount of sun with a wind @ our backs the whole way kind of perfect... and the scenery was glorious! So much so that I think I'll do it again next year :P

Anyway, here's your short re-enactment... as seen on my facebook page updates throughout the day...

So we started the day at 6:00, left the house at 6:15 and started the ride at about 7:45.

To start with its great... the ride is capped at 10,000 people all of whom start in a three hour period, so you can imagine that its rather crowded in the begining, until everyone spreads out across the track... anyway its there are all of these people sharing one lane of trafic and many many trafic lights - so you don't really ride faster than 5km an hour for the first 40 minutes :P

Thinks it should b illegal for men to run in speedos... @ Dolls point on the gong ride

Has lost her riding buddies and has reached the loftus morning tea area

Is off to enter the national park.., wish me luck... And apologies if I'm filling up neones news feeds

At waterfall waiting for dad to catch up...

Lunch!!! woot, after a 3km downhill run that was fun :P. Now its time for a lil' lie down and scenery appreciation...

And there are the discarded bikes...

And then before we know it were off again...

Made it to the top of the hill without getting off my bike phew!... Waiting for dad again

Omg another hill... They didn't warn us about this one! Sea cliff bridge was awsome and u don't believe I ever really appreciated oranges until now

(you see they give away free oranges at one point on the course, they are pre-cutt and thrown in cardbord boxes... normally I wouldn't touch them with a 10ft pole... but this day... I couldn't get enough)

But wait! there's more... by about 3pm we had reached anther of the many recharge sites which up until this point we had been taking great advantage of, we weren't in any rush after all... but by about 3... well lets just say that my butt was starting to show signs of an irriversable imprint of a certain bike seat... and I thought that if I dared get off, there was no chance I'd ever get back on and finish again...

and so we continued on, along the coast...

Finished! And sleep. (or what really happened... sausage sizzle, golden gaytime ice cream, wait for lift home, slushie on the way home, cook banana choc chip muffins, sleep... whilst Eddie who graciously accompanied mum to pick us up takes my laptop hostage to chat online and most of the room on my bed too... lol)

and thats all for this day...

lots of love

D.

sigh

2009-11-25T22:52:00.001+11:00

So, its the 8th day of my summer holidays (don't you just love uni... I mean where else in my life will I ever get summer holidays that run from mid November to the beginig of March!) and what have I achieved???... well nothing much

Its kinda funny, and I only mention it because, for the first few days I had this undeniable sense of guilt and overwhelming aimlessness surrounding me and my lack of drive for accomplishment. But, as with all such things, all I had to do was lie down for a few days and wait for the feeling to pass... :D ... and it did.

And I am not not only rid of the guilt, but happily wallowing in my freedon to do whatever I want... a freedom that includes, as all good freedoms do, the ability not only to do whatever I want but to do absolutely nothing, if that is what I so desire :D *Cheshire cat grin*

So I'm thinking that some time in the near future, I'll probably want to do some sewing... a carset ot two here, and a few dresses there... reading, reading, and oh! have i mentioned reading??? then there is the all the test cricket that I must watch (starting tomorrow, woot!!!! :D - Incase you didn't know, Darcy loves the cricket, and all of the sugar hangovers that ensue)... some photography around the place... finally getting down to sorting and picking my fav Europe pics (which I will of course post asap)... oh! and there is the matter of a Melbourne shopping trip which will be happening next week with a few of the girls... and I intend on taking snappy on an excursion and annoying all who wish to read with excrciating details about the trip and photo's to boot :P

anywho, just thought I'd fill you in on the happenings around the place. Hopefully some fun posts up soon... but lets be honest... that really depends heavily on my inclinations for creativity... I think I've almost reached the end of my enjoyment of doing nothing and am about to head into boredom territory... thats good (or bad depending on your perspective) news for you :P

much love
D

A night at the cinema

2009-11-21T10:15:00.000+11:00

I WON! I WON! (does anyone else notice how strange that word looks in caps? Like its missing some letters or something?)… I BEAT THEM!... umm, err, I mean – I WON!!!!!! :D

My life has now been fulfilled and I may die a happy woman. The world has meaning today and life is good lol :P

Okay, so, I don’t know what everyone else does whne they go to the movies… but for my old school buddies and I, well, the best part is before it begins… during the previews… that’s where all the important stud happens… that’s where the games begin *insert evil laugh here*

(And I always feel sorry for all the other poor sods who have to share a movie cinema with us… opps… we’re not exactly a quiet bunch, and have a tendency to wear our hearts/judgments on our sleeves (and we have no issues with voicing these opinions with volume, although I claim that for me its an involuntary motion that I have no control over whatsoever… but we’re getting a little off topic here…)

So here are the rules; its quite simple really… movie trailer comes on and the first to correctly “name that movie” gets bragging rights for the rest of the movie (or at least until the next movie trailer comes on :P)

Now there are two in our group (sometimes three but on the night in question there were two so we’ll leave it at that) who are just so quick (and by quick I mean that the music comes on and about 2 micro-seconds later – before even any footage has been shown – they’re already whisper-screaming out the name) that the rest of us have given up and just sit back with our popcorn enjoying the show… after all this is entertainment at its finest.

What’s that I hear? You are disappointed in me for giving up so easily? I should try harder you say???

Well… ‘Sor-ry!’ I don’t spend all my free time trawling the internet (youtube) for all the forthcoming movie’s and their respective previews (*cough cough* you know who you are, but what would we do without you ;P) And anyway… I have issues with names… ask me for its storyline or what the critics are saying about it and I’m good but for goodness sake don’t ask me its name!!!

Anywho, last night we were sitting in the theatre watching the previews before New Moon (omg soooooo much better than Twilight. In fact, I’d go as far as to say that it’s the best movie adaptation of a book that I’ve seen in a looooooooooooong time – well since the Lord of the Rings at least… but I haven’t actually read that book so it doesn’t really count). About 2 or 3 trailers have already played, can’t remember what they were but that’s not important to the story anyway – then… an new one comes up on the screne and… *silence* … the cicada orchestra chimes in and pins all over the world can be heard dropping… what?! No urgent naming of that movie? Oh no! The world is about to end! Armageddon is here!!!!

But wait!... I know this one!!! No really… I KNOW THIS ONE!!!

But I can’t remember the name *sheepish grin*…. Argh! What is it! Oooo, I know… it’s the one advertised on my slushi cup! Damn this light, I can’t see a thing!... Ahh that’s it AVATAR! AVATAR! Lol I got it! I got it! *bobs up and down doing a happy dance in the middle of a full cinema*… its AVATAR! :D

Heheheheheheheheheeeeeee….

I won! My life is fulfilled… :D… and then the movie starts… which is why I still have bragging rights :D hehehehehe :P

And on with the show!

D.

The thing…

2009-11-15T14:58:00.000+11:00

I have this thing… yea, that’s what I’ll call it, a “thing” (very descriptive I know but bare with me here)

Its more of an issue really, or a problem,... I have this problem in that I find it hard to say no to authority figures… especially in the heat of the moment.

When did I discover this you ask? And more importantly, why do I suddenly feel the need to disclose this information to you? – its simple really, ever since I can possibly remember and, well… we’ll get to that last part in a minute…

I think I need help *insert scared, slightly abashed ‘I didn’t do it’ face here*

As I mentioned though, its not a new problem. I mean its always been there, its just that up until now all its cost me is my spare time and mental health… like that time in year 11 on my first day back at school after a 3 ½ week tour of Europe (representing the school) when I had one week to catch up and prepare for final exams and assessments, and just about 2 weeks before my complete meltdown.

When my school’s religious education co-coordinator cornered me in the corridor and ‘politely requested’ that I prepare a presentation about the trip – you know, a speech, and slideshow with some pic’s and music… that kind of thing – for the next whole school assembly. Oh! And btw, its this Wednesday… who’s reply to my paltry excuses and lack of time was “Oh it’ll only take you 30 minutes or so”…

*blank non-emotional face hiding a litany of emotions, none of which should ever be expressed verbally infront of a teacher, followed almost instantly with a smile*

“sure”

*Walks off and has the sudden urge to hide in a small dark corner singing somewhere over the rainbow until the world disappears along with everything in it*

Yup, its definitely not a new issue, but up until now it has only cost me my free time and mental health… but now, oh no, now that it has resulted in my hip pocket is feeling decidedly lighter… something MUST be done! This hast to STOP!!!

So, what was the straw that finally broke the camels back? What did Darcy do?!

Oh I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you alright… here it is… are you sure your ready? Yes? Oh no, of course you not… I have to set the scene first (now, now no groaning, this won’t take long)

It was a cloudy Friday morning, the Friday morning that followed the Monday and Thursday night end of semester exams and preceded the Following Friday night exam. For some reason on this particular day Darcy decides that it would be the perfect time to end the gross abuse and neglect she’d been inflicting on car over the last 2 years by ‘forgetting’ to wash and vacuum it. To Finally ‘suck it up’ and pay for someone else to do her dirty work.

The only problem is that its 9:30am and her sister Ariel has just left for a hair cut, taking the car in question and leaving Darcy with the other family car… it was a sign, I can see this now, but at the time it was only thought of as a slight inconvenience…

No problem, Darcy drives to the shops to swap cars, Oh! And while we’re here why not get the old eyebrows waxed (as it was getting kinda hard to see through the bushes – if you know what I mean). So now Darcy has red, slightly puffy skin surrounding her upper eyelids as she ventures towards the car park to collect her poor car. The fuel thing-a-mijigy is on empty so a trip to the petrol station is also in order for a fill-up (even though its not a cheap day – hey when you’re a stingy uni student these things matter!) and tyre pump (hey, if its going to be a ‘fix the car’ day, why not go all out? Right?!...) That’s it by the way… there’s your clue right there… its all going to hell…

Anywho, she then ventures home to remove all personal items and large pieces of rubbish that have accumulated over time (as tends to happen when you have 2 adolescents sharing a car – no one takes responsibility) and then drives down to her local car wash café…

So Darcy has just parked her car and is immediately greeted by a salesman… Darcy wants a $20 wash and vacuum… sales man wants a polish… sales man wins… 67 dollars later… (in my defense my eyebrows were still a little raw and I just wanted to run and hide… not the transaction would in reality have gone any other way even if I was 100%, but that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it! And after all… the car deserves some TLC after 2 years of neglect)

So now Darcy is sitting in the café reading her book when from behind her comes a mysterious voice “excuse me, are you the girl with the white car?”… yes… “could you come with me please”… Oh no, what now? I knew it I knew it, something terrible, all the paint has washed off or something… this was a bad idea, I should never have gotten out of bed this morning…

Now in Darcy’s mind she is already feeling very guilty and just a touch paranoid *everyone is looking at me. They all know that I’m the one with the bruised and battered car… they’re judging me… looking down their noses like they are so superior… well I saved the environment by not wasting water. Okay!*

In all seriousness thought, “if we polish your car its just going to make it worse, you need a full detailing”…

*they’re looking, just staring… everybody is just waiting for me to stuff up*…
“Ummm… okay? How much will it cost me?”

“Oh, we’ll do you a good price… very good price…”

A further $223 later… (that’s 300 in total!!!)… Darcy is feeling a little sheepish… opps!

For the record though… the car looks great, better than it has in decades… Sunnyboy is jealous… in hindsight it was necessary, just with I’d been prepared for it…

Until next time
D.

Just another day in this topsy turvy land

2009-11-03T21:37:00.002+11:00

Today has been another topsy turvy day, and so instead of writing about last Sunday when my dad and I decided to do the 90km Sydney to Wollongong bike ride for MS I thought I'd do a bit of sharing (plus this involves significantly fewer brain cells and synapse function so I'll leave the creative writing for another day :P) ... it was my last day of semester so I should have been doing one of 3 things:

Freaking out because its the last week of semester, exams start next week, and I haven't even started studying... or,
Celebrating (it is after all the end of semester and almost beginning of summer holidays)
All of the above

Anywho, instead I turned up to uni after waking up on the fragile side of the bed and all was well, until... the final slide comes up on the projector and its of these two beach chairs on a snow topped mountain looking out into the distance... it is at this point in time that said lecturer decides to quote Henry David Thoreau....

"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them"

He then asked us, pleaded with us, not to lead a life like this and of course it is at this point in time that my nose got all tingly, and the back of my throat started constricting involuntarily and there was this funny wet stuff coming out of my eyes, oh no... it was happening again... crying! (and for the record a similar thing - but without so much drama - happened last Friday in ASA when we were told that we should search for a job that we would be prepared to do for free)...

*sigh*

Damn this confusion and paralyzing fear of the future of what I want to do with my life, of whatever... I just, I don't know and thats the problem, I want to take control of my life and be happy but I have no idea how... yup thats right, Darcy is going through the early 20's life crisis (or whatever its called) - which is funny because when I was younger I always thought I'd just skip over this whole phase, in fact if I'm honest with myself I was also quite judgmental of those who did... lol

It's like I'm pulling myself in all different directions and I can't decide which one should win so I resist them all and instead stay in the same place not moving forwards or backwards or even sideways... got to figure that stuff out...

Anyway, the day picked up as it does when its hot and the sun is out :D and I had a strange sense of de-ja-vu as I was walking home and my thongs (now we are talking the rubber ones that go on your feet not the other type) started rubbing and getting uncomfortable... really must build up those calluses for summer again... anywho I just took them off and walked bare feet and all like the little homeless girl I truly am on the inside, all the way home :P...

I like walking around in bare feet :D.............................

damn these titles, i can never think what to type!

2009-10-25T20:28:00.002+11:00

An insight into Darcy on her days off when she’s had a good nights sleep, wasn’t working the previous day and has no assignments due, parties to attend, expectations to lower or anything really to avoid (because face it, exams are over 2 weeks away and everybody who is anybody knows that that is WAY to early to start studying… *cough cough*)

Well, lets set the scene by also adding that Eddy did have an assessment to work on all day and they had already been shopping once this weekend…. This is a once in a lifetime series of events – one that should be celebrated on an annual basis by all creatures great and small!... – okay, not quite sure what I was getting at there so we’ll move along shall we?

So, anyway, due to this unforseen set of events brought about by Mercury and its curious alignment with the nodes, whilst simultaneously at an exact 47.325 degree angle to Jupiter, I found myself at 10 am this morning having already achieved everything I had set out to do for the day (sleep in and dance in the garage… don’t even bother trying to get your head around that, its just one of many weird and wacky habits of mine) well that is except go for a bike ride to prepare for the 90km I’ll have to ride next Sunday (a whole other story) but it was raining and I just didn’t feel like getting wet today… with nothing to do.

*Insert Darcy slouching on the living room lounges facing the blank tv with her laptop open, a dazed look in her eyes as she stares 45° to her right with no sense of purpose*

(much like I am doing now whilst twirling a strand of my hair trying desperately to scrape some sort of ‘interestingness’ out of my brain and into this post here)

- did u know that when you search the phrase “i am histerically funny” on Google I’m the second site that comes up… lol my atrocious spelling comes in handy for something… just thought I’d let you know :D –

Anywho, that’s not the point of this post… actually I don’t know what the point of this post was… maybe just to get me writing again???

The pics should give you some sort of idea of the mischief I got up too on my day off… but then again most of it must be left off the record :p. I should probably make special mention of the fact that all was done in public areas of the house leading me to drive the rest of my lovely family crazy as I flitted from room to room progressively taking up every spare bit of space in the house… don’t you love me :D *angel halo*

lots of luv
D.

Darcy is sad :(

2009-10-14T21:47:00.000+11:00

Darcy is sad :(

Actually Darcy has been sad quite a lot lately and as she doesn't like writing blogs when she's sad (well its more that I dont really think you want to read them and I scared of what might com out and regretting it later) so there haven't been many blogs...

Darcy doesn't like being sad and quite frankly she is sick and tired of it!

But the clouds seem to be hovering and with no signs of any perminent (or semi-perminent! I'll take semi-perminent!... just something more than a few hours) sunshine she'll just have to keep hobbling on and hope that the weather man forecasts some nicer emotional weather in the not too distant future...

just wanted to write something today and this is what came out.

lots of hugz
D.

P.S. Darcy is going in the MS Sydney to the Gong bike race on the 30th of November and is looking for sponsors... its for a good cause!!! and every little bit helps... so let her know if your interested in helping out.

Playing along...

2009-10-13T20:58:00.000+11:00

Okay so yesterday Darcy went to a play... She went to a play because she was invited and it seemed like a good idea at the time... She went with her dad and eddy...

Now whilst I didn't exactly know what I was getting myself into... (yes this is a concious change of person), I did know that it was a play called 'the only child' which explores the somewhat dysfunctional relationship between a couple and what eventuates when their disabled son goes missing.

Now... The story was great... It was interesting and kept my attention for the full 90 minutes (a challenge by any means for a play without excessive violence or action if u believe all of the media on the attention span of gen y'ers)

Anyway you know what I expected...

What I didn't however is a whole other story...

But really I don't think that anyone really expects that the first time they see naked man in the flesh so to speak (other than my dad... Hey! Don't go getting any funny ideas... Accidents do happen when for the first 15 years of your life your whole family share one bathroom) to be in a small dark room filled with strangers and my dad sitting only 2 seats away (poor eddy was stuck inbetween us) and to make matters a little more interesting I got a 2 for the price of one deal. 3! If you include the woman too!

and as much as I'd like to deny that I did it... because I like to at least pretend that I'm all grown up and responsible like... but comparisons were made in a split second and then I moved on and thats all that will be said on the matter.

So, shocked could probably describe my emotional state as we left the theatre... but as I said, it was a great play. :P

you don't mind do you?

2009-09-30T22:01:00.003+10:00

Oh Darcy, Darcy, Darcy - you don't mind if i talk to myself publicly do you?

Oh Darcy, Darcy Darcy... *shakes head and giggles inwardly*

What have you done this time?!

Its not my fault really... and it all turned out right in the end - so that counts for something doesn't it???

The fact that I could have gotten my car stolen in the process... well... hmmm...

Maybe I'd better start from the beginning.

So I was staying at Eddy's place (because her parents are out of the country on a European extravaganza and if you knew Eddy then you would know that leaving her to fend for herself is a recipe for total destruction, I mean she did start a fire melting tomato and cheese on toast... without the toast!!... okay so maybe thats taking things a bit far, she has come a long way since then...

Anywho, the point is that I was staying at Eddy's, it was about 11am and I was quite enjoying my lazy day avoiding every bit of uni work piling on my virtual desk by lounging around in my pj's watching episodes of Skins when....

Da da daaaaaaa.............

My phone rings (the message tone), its my friendly neighborhood phone store and they are informing me that they have just gotten some iphones that I have been waiting 2 months for in stock, they cannot legally hold any for me but if I can get into the city in time there should be one for me to call my very own (and Ariel, who was getting one as a belated birthday present)

What?!?! Now?!?! Of all days?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

But I'm in my PJ's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was my day at home!!! (well actually I had planned to be at uni doing a group assignment but my partner had needed to pull out at the last minute due to work commitments - but that is completely besides the point!

I have to get into town NOW.

So, call mum and dad, let them know what's going on, find my bag, get dressed.

Right bag - check, clothes - check, wallet check, what am I missing?.. KEYS! my keys, where are my keys???

Right about now I am running around Ed's house like a headless chicken.

Table! no...

Back table! no...

Entrance table! no...

Spare bed where I dump all my stuff when I walk in?... NO!

where could they be!!!! I need to get to the station *eek*

oh no... oh no oh no oh no... last night... when I dropped some of my stuff in Eddy's car... what if i missed them!!! Quickley. Call Eddy... she's in a lecture... "Do you have my keys?!" You don't know?... okay I'll keep looking

"Mum I can't find my keys... Yes I know there is nothing you can do from work"

"Dad?!... no :("

Okay maybe if I just go outside and look at my car they will miraculously appear in my hands...

Then I see it - the light shining - no, then I see THEM... those oh not so innocent 2 timing, gah!

My keys! They are in the ignition of my locked car!!!!!!

You could see that coming couldn't you? I tell you its all so typically me, the one time I actually need to be a normal being that takes her keys out of the car when they themselves get out an lock the door... it is was just so typically me to forget that most basic of directives on the only day in my recent memory when I truly needed them and there was no one there who could help me.

Anyway, there is a happy ending to my all so pathetic story... my lovely superhero friend Codie took time out of her day off to get dressed and come immediately to pick me up, only to drop me off at the station and go back home.

Oh and I got the phone :D.

lots of hugz

I see red!!!

2009-09-23T21:51:00.003+10:00

I discovered something about myself today… I discovered that whilst I am a curious creature, I am most certainly not an anxious type of person (at least when it comes to perceived phenomena)… Oh! And I value sleep above all else.

You see, when I was awoken in the wee hours of this morning by an almost florescent red light streaming through my curtains I wasn’t in the least bit worried. Whilst all over NSW citizens were fearing bush fires, massive terrorist attacks and Armageddon, my thought process following the discovery of this strange occurrence went something like this…

“Since when did next door open up a brothel?”
“No wait that doesn’t make sense”
Pulls back the blinds to reveal an unprecedented amount of red dust
“Oh that’s weird”
Rolls over and gets more sleep…

I don’t know why I didn’t immediately think of all the worst case scenarios, but it might have something to do with the fact that deep down in my head somewhere I was pretty sure that had the light been coming from a bushfire – there would have been a lot more noise and had there been a bomb – there would have been a lot more noise. Also, had a comet hit the earth – I’d expect noise and at least a little Earthly vibrations, and had Armageddon arrived… well I’d at least expect someone to have the decency to wake me up!!!

So having gone through this process there I mustn’t be in any near danger and would therefore be much better off sleeping now and finding out what’s going on later.

Anywho, if the Daily Telegraph’s blog site for what I now know to have been a dust storm is anything to go by then my reaction was certainly in the minority but not without their cohorts.

Grim reaper of south coast said “the dust storm has emanated from the Parramatta District.... seems its been a while since they opened up the trophy cabinet” *hehehe* I like that one… but they’re getting a bit ahead of themselves aren’t they???

Meanwhile Annie informs us/them “A friend from NY emailed me this morning, commiserating that we Aussies are having the same climate change issues as they are in the US. Oh dear.” (Gotta love some good ol’ America bashing… in the light hearted sense here people, we should al laugh at ourselves every once in a while… goodness know I do)

Rightio, that’s about all for now, folks. Just a little post to share with you all.
Much love
D.

Pot, meet Kettle...

2009-09-21T23:04:00.000+10:00

A few moments in the tween time on platform 2

2009-09-16T10:53:00.000+10:00

As I write this now (well yesterday in my lecture pad) I am sitting on Circular Quay station, platform 2 and the 5:26pm all stops train to Lidcombe has just pulled up. I of course am not all that interested in the train, but sitting in a chair (for those of you who thought I was on the floor) looking through the glass railings to the landscape where the Sydney harbour bridge and Opera House reside, watching the harbour cats and green and gold ferry’s making their stops and waiting for an appropriate time to leave for my next appointment.

Its kind of peaceful now that the train has pulled out (yup time stops for no woman here) and the station is relatively empty, the breeze is refreshingly cool and the flags that border the Quay are swaying gently.

Sometimes it’s nice to just sit. I enjoy it, no matter how strange you think me for it.

The sun is setting and I find that just by taking off my sunglasses the world opens up around me, like all this time I was wearing blinkers and hadn’t noticed, keeping me on track and allowing me to hide myself from the world. I feel a sense of relief at the loss, the scene appears to grow and details become more apparent, the sky seems less foreboding, and with an emerging sense of control and renewed connection to my surroundings it’s all of a sudden easier to smile.

In the distance little dots of people are climbing the bridge in single file, 7 I count. Meanwhile a colony of seagulls fights over a discarded chip from the downstairs restaurants, the battle is won by one and the rest continue cruising about the area, hoping I imagine for another chance. A flash goes off as the climbers take a group shot and then proceed back down again.

The lights are starting to go on, barely visible at the moment but soon to replace the sun with their blue tinged light. I’ve noticed that people are slower in the evening ‘rush’ home. The day is over and most seem spent, void of any outward emotion and just plodding along the well-worn route on automatic pilot. It’s an in between time, the day is over but the night has yet to begin.

I’m waiting for an appropriate time to leave, no rush, but I’m reluctant to be the one to break the bubble I’ve blown in my mind.

A message comes over the PA system reminding me that “if you see an un attended bag on the platform DO NOT touch it and please notify the station authorities ASAP” and “for your safety, security cameras continuously monitor this station.”… bubble goes *pop!*

Another train arrives, and the cycle repeats.

The problem

2009-09-13T11:23:00.001+10:00

For the past week I have had this thing hanging over me, you know one of those big dark heavy clouds that sits right above your(?)/my(?)/our(?) forehead, not far enough back that it can be ignored and not so far forward that its all I can see, but just there in that spot where it is annoyingly distracting and forever cumbersome.

The issue I suppose is that I didn’t really know what the issue was, just that something was not right and needed addressing for my sanity (just to understand the issues even if I have no way of solving them).

Anyway, eventually, well about Thursday actually, I though I had it all figured out… its Investment Analysis (a subject that is currently a pain in my ass at uni), no its my Finance sub-major (the reason I am forced to take investment analysis in the first place)… yes they are the issues… and if I could just get rid of them, then all of my worldly problems shall be solved…

But my storm cloud was/is still there, and I didn’t know what but there was something bigger that was/is bugging me and has been for almost three years now… and the most annoying part of all this is that someone stole the words right out of my head... Paul Sheehan of the Sydney Morning Herald is the reason that I couldn’t find the words to vocalize these feelings that have been festering within me (ok so remind me not to get to graphical in my metaphors because I have a feeling it could get ugly) because he stole the words from my mind and published them in yesterday’s paper.

Here is the link for those who wish to have any clue as to what I am talking about: http://www.smh.com.au/national/loneliness-of-the-university-liberal-20090911-fkqc.html (if it no longer works as you read this and you really are desperately in need of this knowledge then let me know and I’ll send you a copy)

And on a side note I would like to warn anyone who is still reading this (and congratulations because if I haven’t confused you yet then it’s a miracle) that what you are about to read is some very raw material – much like most of the stuff I write here – that I have typed up and pressed publish without a second thought i.e. before I have the chance to get embarrassed and delete. It is NOT a fully formed argument and hasn’t even been researched in any depth whatsoever but comes from my experiences and perceptions of the world around me…. That being said I’ll do my darndest not to sound like you’re A-typical disillusioned uni student… and, now that I have a tub of ice-cream in my hands (cookies and cream connoisseur woo-hoo!!!) because lets face it, even though I haven’t been able to think of anything else since I read this article (yes I’m just a tad i.e. very obsessive like that), I still need some fuel to get those creative juices flowing… let us continue…

Okay so obviously (or not so obviously as I have not yet expanded on what exactly I am saying here) my issue is not with the politicized left or right wing nature of the content being taught at uni… I mean I could write a whole essay on my frustration with Australian politics and the fact that as an intelligent young Australian woman with the right to vote, and even with my best efforts to understand and make informed decisions about the people and their policies and beliefs that we elect to help shape Australia into a country we/I could be proud of in the future… well I STILL know more about American politics and policies than I do our own… but I don’t vote in the USA I vote here – so what use is that to me!!!!

No, what resonated with me was the underlying argument behind the article, that “theory-dominated universities are divorced from practical realities” and the presence of an “ideological bias of the faculty, and the subtle pressure to conform”

What I have found in my last 2.5 years of university life is that there is a serious expectations gap between what I believed university study would be and this cold harsh reality.

I don’t know what I expected from uni really, well yes I do although I also realized it was slightly impractical (teachers and students sitting in semi circles on desks and chairs discussing what they had learnt in lectures, reading etc, feeling free to have opinions and share their points of view and having these challenged in a relatively safe and non judgmental environment so the group as a whole could form their own overall pictures)

In other words, I wanted an escape from school where a syllabus was shoved down my throat and I could have opinions of my own only as long as I didn’t expect to get any marks or be taken seriously for these opinions in my final essay (okay, okay yes I still have a few issues with English, leave me alone, they will take years and years of therapy to fix but I’m trying to move on with my life)

I thought that after 13 years of being told what is true and correct, right and wrong, that I would finally be taught or at least encouraged to think for myself. To make assertions, test hypothesis, discuss, debate and critically analyse. To forge the tools that would enable me to be able to better evaluate the goings on around me. That I would find myself in a place filled with a cosmopolitans bunch of people intent on learning, discussing and challenging their preconceptions, where an open mind was an asset and not something to be frowned upon and thrust aside just to get the marks required to pass (okay I’m pretty sure I just said the same thing about 3 times, well hopefully it gives you an idea of the over all thoughts cycling, zigzagging and just plain creating havoc in my head).

But what I got was a million miles from anything I ever expected, instead of being different to school it is worse, with so much content jam packed into the syllabus there is barely enough time in the week to do all the readings, homework questions and to work through the answers in tutorials.

In order to be able to work effectively in an increasingly knowledge driven society I feel like I need to have the ability to deconstruct or construct and argument and follow a line of reasoning to get to a conclusion. The conclusion doesn’t matter, or I don’t think it should matter, not for now anyway. Any dim witted person with half a brain can wrote learn some of the crap (sorry I’m getting a little angry here, and using sweeping generalizations without backing them up with real examples… well that’s my prerogative for now ok!) that I’m being taught, and most of it feels like the type of stuff I could easily learn and comprehend on the job and if I had wanted that then I wouldn’t have bothered wasting 3 years of my life paying for study whilst earning very little.

My perception of Sydney universities is that they may talk the talk, but in the end they are all barely any different to your average trade school, taking in, churning up and spitting out ‘professionals’ left right and centre, with degrees tailored for one specialised area of work in order to take on a role in a world we barely begin to comprehend and without the tools to enlightenment (not sure I really mean to use that word but atm it’s the only one that seems to fit).

Hey look, maybe I just chose the wrong degree, but having limited resources, my first consideration was what would provide me with the best job prospects/stability in the future (rightly or wrongly so). After all, I can understand that you do want a graduate of engineering or architecture to understand what makes a building structurally sound and a medicine to know the difference between the dorsal aorta and the brachial artery, but there must be a line somewhere.

Okay, so I think that about does it for my rant of the day… you can all now breathe a great big sigh of relief *sigh*… now the only thing left is to sum up my argument, only I don’t really have an argument, so by extension I’m having issues with my summary. I suppose I’m just feeling a little disillusioned right about now. I have my ideals, perceptions and perspective and I thought uni would challenge these. So far however, no challenges just scripture preaching and my thought are left by the wayside incomplete and unexplored. When I finish my degree I don’t just want to blindly walk out into ‘adulthood’ and be expected to take my place in societies structure which I barely understand, working towards a goal I can’t comprehend to solve problems I’m not sure even exist (or are the ones that need solving).

Now, if only I could come up with a solution…

Much love and apologies for the essay
D.

DARCY HAS WRITER'S BLOCK!!!

2009-09-08T19:48:00.000+10:00

(and yes that does most certainly call for caps)

So, I devided last week that I wanted to have a more regular pattern for my posts... like one every Tuesday and Thursday to be exact and any others that I felt the need to publish would be bonus but Tuesday and Thursday were a must.

*hehe...he* umm.... maybe I'm just no good with deadlines or performing on demand, or maybe life in general has hit a plateau, or I'm just not paying enough attention because I've got nothing, NADA, my mind is blank... one big black hole that refuses to produce anything of worth.

Then again, Taxation Law isn't exactly the subject I'd use to get the creative juices going... well actually its great for the day dreaming but since I don't particularly want to change the rating of this blog... I think I'll just keep them to myself :D *angel halo*

Anywho, this is all just a long, drawn out way of me saying that I'm in a creative and general funk... too much time alone (while I love it) makes Darcy a boring person... and it also makes us talk about ourselves in the third person and royal plural at the same time :-P

The case of the misguided internet purchase...

2009-09-02T21:35:00.003+10:00

So I alluded to it in my last post... I gave you a teaser... Darcy strikes again!!!

I can at least console myself with the fact that the only people who know about my most recent - well I don't know what you call it - are myself and my mum and well now I suppose whomever chooses to read my rambling :D

So please, allow me to set the scene:

I, lovely little Darcy sits at my laptop exploring my 'local' online bookstore (local being a relative term as they are in fact based in the UK but have free shipping so work out cheaper in the end). On this particular day I am searching for books on corsetry (I'm making up words again aren't I?) and lingerie making (you know, patterns, pictures, factual stuff) because if I don't have time to make then then I might as well read about making them and try to gain some practical knowlege via osmosis. Make sense to you? Well it did to me and thats all that counts.

Anywho, by chance I stumble upon a book called, well lets just call it "A History of Lingerie" for that is what pertained to be.

Now don't go an ruin the fun already, I know that alarm bells may be ringing for some already but they weren't for me... In my mind was the beautiful book of corsets that I already own that shows close up pictures of all their intricate details and even some instructions and patterns to re-create them... I suppose though you can guess that that was not to be...

In any case below you shall find the books description as listed on my bookstore site...

This is an intimate exploration of the props of our theatre of desire.Since the beginning of civilization, women have worn underwear. Justified as protection, or a hygienic necessity, this "second skin" was devised to satisfy perverse erotic instincts. A "trap laid by Venus" to entertain and stimulate the fantasies of both the woman who wears them and the man who discovers them. Corsets, bras and panties are not utilitarian items - they are elements in a mystic ritual linking man and woman. They act as an obsessive focus for fantasy, for the sex they conceal is powerless without the decorations and seductions which separate us from it. Pleasure would perish without censorship.Women have always known how to stimulate the latent fetishism of the men around them. Under her dress, a Greek girl of the classical period would wear a belt around her hips which was of no practical use except to draw attention to her feminity. Likewise, the women of Rome already wore garters round their thighs, though the stocking had not yet been invented. In our own century, vamps, starlets, pin-ups and models have filled our cinema screens, our advertising hoardings, our office calendars and our imaginations with the erotic engineering of the garter belt and the surreptitious rustle of nylon stockings."Dessous" traces the evolution of this living mythology from its first steps in the dawn of civilization to its apotheosis in the films and advertising campaigns of the modern world. Lavishly illustrated, it demonstrates how the conflict between the need to conceal and the will to reveal has provided women with the means to explore their own sexuality and exercise an erotic ascendancy over men. The result is a richly aphrodisiacal meditation, an intimate exploration of the props of our theatre of desire.

Okay, so obviously it isn't all that completely innocent, some could even say I should have guessed... BUT I DIDN'T I SWEAR I DIDN'T!!! I can not deny that I knew it would be somewhat, how should I put it, risque??? But in all honesty from what I read above I assumed that it would be an essay type thing on the history of stuff mixed with culture of the times etc, a sort of history from the perspective of the fashioable undergarments of the time if you will... and it is... for the first 21 pages worth of introduction... followed by another 550 pages worth of what can really only be described as soft porn.

Yes thats right, (you know I don't think of myself as being particularly prudish but I find myself blushing everytime I think about this book being mailed in an envelope bearing my name and address in bold print, and even more so when I imagine the possibility of my dad stumbling across it in our library and wondering why such a book is inbetween my Harry Potter and Artemis Fowel novels...) I bought one of those books that I probably wouldn't be caught dead looking at in a real store... and I didn't even know it!

Then again, once you get past the poses, breasts and genetalia that is occasionally just out there in the pics, some of the lingerie is really quite nice or pretty or "interesting" - as I of course felt it was my duty to examine properly due to the fact that I did spend my hard earned cash on it and I knew this escapade would end up on the www and well I was trying to proove to myself that I wasn't a prude okay! - But then again some of it is just a bit 'hows it going there' and I think it'll take me a while to desensitise myself enough to venture in again... oh the double entendre's *meep!*

So it is here that I find myself after this whole debacle that is not so much a debacle as me being silly, sitting with a book that I am barely able to look at without blushing let alone read, so I figured the best thing to do would be to let you know about it... what do you think???

Guess who's back???? ;-D

2009-09-01T18:21:00.005+10:00

Guess who's back (back back)
back again (gain gain)
Darcy's back (back back)
tell a friend (end end).....

Okay that was just sad.... lets not talk about that little adventure again shall we? good.

Anywho I'm back :-D mwahahahahahahahahaaaaaa

after a month overseas, and hitting the ground running, I felt that (read just had other priorities) I needed to take a month or so off to get my life back in order...

but don't worry I return with many 'Darcy stories' to tell (like a little situation with an online bookstore and a book that is so very not what I thought it was... *eek* - but more on that in another episode) and some completely new adventures like - "Darcy gets a grown up job!!!! Heheheheeeeeeeee (well kind of grown up, its a summer job...)

I do declare, I mean I know that there are lots of applications to sift through and they have to fabricate some means to differentiate us all, but seriously... the questions!...

I really just need a release... there is all of this pent up frustration as I try to answer in a fashion that will be both truthful to myself and actually get me a chance of an interview....

I just need to let it out!!!

I NEED to tell someone, anyone! (not that I consider you to be just anyone :P) What it is that I REALLY feel like saying...

so here goes... a job application... what I really want to say...

Name: Darcy
E-mail: Darcy@thewatmthofsunlight.blogspot.com

WORK EXPERIENCE...
Employer 1: Newsagency
Position: Shop assistant
Nature of work: generally standing around chatting about the weekends footy/cricket/insert any recent sporting event here, reading trashy mags such as NW, Woman's Day, Famous, New Idea, Who, etc... reading slightly less trashy mags such as CLEO and Cosmopolitan and SHOP!... reading photography mags... Ummm... watching Eddy and Sunnyboy having goes at each other for this and that, laughing and refusing to choose sides... running round and round in circles in an attempt to escape the clutches of Eddy as she attacks because I thought that in this case Sunnyboy was correct... watching slightly not so legally downloaded episodes of "The Big Bang Theory"... getting caught in various compromising circumstances (I don't have to name them explicitly do I??? surely you haven't forgotten... oh and then occasionally we do actual work like serving lotto and helping customers... but that's really just an aside...

Employer 2: 'the' gym
Position: "Membership consultant"... whatever that means...
Nature of work: Swiping peoples bar codes to enable them access to the gym, cleaning, sleeping, twiddling thumbs, reading trashy mags, giving myself a manicure, completing uni homework, counting bricks, staring at the ceiling, tapping my feet...

List any prizes and awards you have received as well as any societies you are a member of: School, university & community activities: Sporting, hobbies, other interests:
Okay look here people, in high school I was one of 'those' overachievers... you know the ones... anyway, it turns out that being one of 'those' overachievers is no fun, not healthy and gets in the way of any kind of social life that I may or may not want to have... so... since high school I have made a conscious decision NOT to partake in such activities... in fact... since uni started I have basically made it my business to do nothing of any substance at all... I go to uni, I go to work, I do enough to pass, and I see my friends on weekends (recent weeks discluded)... that and I haven't had the TIME to be an over achiever for the last 2.5 years as I have been spending all of my time trying to afford my overseas vacation, thankyou very much. Full stop. Who gets prizes at uni anyway?!?!?!
But I do like to read, and sew, and read, and take photo's, and read, and watch "the West Wing," and my utmost favorite past time of all is just to lye of the ground or sit or whatever and stare off into space and think about nothing or everything or everything.

What attracts you to a career in X?
Well if you really want to know I have no idea. I don't even know if I want to have a career in X. The main problem may be that I just don't know what I wish to do once I leave uni, there is a world of possibilities out there and I am clueless as to where to start. So this is where it begins, I apply and see how it goes.

What attracted you to apply for a Summer Vacation role with X?
Its a simple equation really: X is offering paid summer vacation positions = I apply

What strengths and skills do you believe you can bring to X?
Strengths? Strengths? I'm a uni student - not even a grad student yet! What 'strengths' do you think I will be able to bring to X??? I am a team player, a fast learner, clear communicator, blah blah blah...

(on a side note why is it that I always feel like these questions require me to sell myself, that's right I am aware of what it implies, but honestly I feel as if right next to team player I should be telling them that "and I'm 5'something", a 12E, with curly brown hair and eyes... vent finished, back to the dream application...)

Why do you want to work in your chosen service line?
ummm....???? because. :-D

Have you undertaken a leadership position over the past 2 years?
No.

Please describe your leadership experience? (min 1000 characters)
I've had lots of leadership experience but to be honest I prefer to just be a part of the team. And lets be honest, you may declare to the world that you value leadership in your employees but if everyone was a leader nothing would ever get done. A mix of personalities is necessary for every organisation to run smoothly. So how about I don't answer this question and you don't read my pathetic answer and we just forgive each other an move on... yes? good :)

Is there anything else you would like to add?
Please hire me, I promise I don't disappoint in person, and in fact I think I probably translate must better when given a problem to solve so I feel good and you can see what I'm really like... but you'll never know if you don't ask me in ;-)

THE END... next week on the warmth of sunlight - Darcy gets an interview (or more) and has another one of 'those days'... and if your lucky I'll even go back in time and find some more pics if Europe to show you...

D.

ok.... its finally here... but all in one...

2009-08-09T17:42:00.007+10:00

So this post is a little delayed... well very, after all i have been home for a little over 2 weeks now, and I'm feeling it, I really am. I suppose I have been avoiding this post for a few reasons, 1 = its all over and typing this one last post just makes it that little more real, 2 = I haven't had time... no really I've been very busy... but its really mainly 3 I think... 3 being that this semester I have been neglecting my utmost favorite past time, ie avoiding uni work, and so it was inevitable that something else must take its place (for the record though I take nowhere near as much pleasure in this new hobby... not sure just how long it will last)...

So, the long and the short of it is that I would have quite happily avoided this post for the rest of eternity, but, earlier this morning I was plunged into the dark ages of yester year - Optus decided that today would be a marvelous day to have network issues in - and in the absence of internet and landlines... well I just had no more excuses... there was nothing more to do but edit some pics of France for your entertainment... for better or worse...

(Bordeaux, my favorite place... maybe partly due to the fact we only got an hour there... but I love the atmosphere)
my oh my I am rambling today aren't I :P ...

(random catherdral)

You know the sad thing about these pics... I must have accidentally left my camera on iso 1600 whilst shooting late and forgotten... so they are all shot in iso 1600 :( *Darcy cries*

(Olreans - spelling??? - and the Joan of Arc statue...)

For those of you who have no idea what I am talking about, it basically means that all the images have a fair amount of digital noise... not at a normal size but if i wanted to blow them up - which i do... :(

(take a wild guess... come on you know it... think the DaVinci Code...)

but for the most part I don't expect you to read this so please... keep enjoying the pics...

(random candids...)

For the record this post covers about 4? maybe 5 days... I can't remember exactly and I don't really feel like checking...

(umm... I'm not quite sure to be honest...)

Mainly though they are from the 2 days spent in Paris! Which, although I enjoyed, was admittedly marred by the presence of illegal street sellers (not the legal ones) which although present in most of the other major cities, were most definitely the worst in Paris.

Under the Eiffel Tower, which surprised me with its curly decorations, as - and please excuse me if I am the only one here who did - I had always thought of it as being made a bit like the Sydney Harbor bridge (crossing metal bars and the like), and even with all of the picture I had looked at prior to the adventure, I had never noticed them... anyway, maybe its just me, but if you click this pic you can see for yourself...

view from the top... best viewed large...

crepe o'clock... yes it is an actual, legitimate time, declared by me, and rigorously enforced...
you have a choice... nutella or banana and nutella, its your heart attack after all...

and the following is a fair few of the Nortre Dame Cathederal... so to break up the pics I'll tell you a little story... yup its one of those "it will only and always happen to Darcy" stories...

One evening, well it was probably more like 11ish... a few of us youngin's were hanging in the hotel lounge areas unwinding after a long day sight seeing... just chatting and typing on our laptops (yes it was like a little club of laptops and ipod touches... don't judge, its the way of our world)...

Anywho, this drunk guy comes into the bar area and gets a drink and sits down across the room (which for the record was quite small... I could smell him from where I was seated...) AND... watches... and watches and watches...

it was a little strange...

eventually though he asked Rhino (who happened to be the only male in the group on this particular night) if he paid... now you may think we were being nieve but no one knew what he meant... his English wasn't so good and we assumed he meant did he pay for the beer... ummm... no...

We eventually got it though... "did you pay" meant "did you pay for these girls for the night"... WTF?!?!?! WE WERE IN JEANS AND TOPS AN NO ONE HAD ANY MAKE-UP ON WHERE THE F%$K DID HE GET THAT IDEA!!!

Needless to say we promtly left, well we went outside because we were not all getting in the excelator after that!

(and a few pics of the Moulin Rouge - let me know which you prefer... I'm testing b&w pics...)

The outcome of this night:...
- we were a little confused and offended,
- we were also paranoid he would be at breakfast (thankfully not)
- and RHINO had the gall to be offended because "I don't have to pay to get sex!"... lol

(and Finally the domed roof of a shopping centre... once again the b&w was completed using another technique so let me know what you think... oh and the colours look really good larger...)

and here endeth my story...
hope you enjoyed it,
lots of love and hugz
D.

Madrid to Bilbao via Burgos

2009-07-21T06:45:00.005+10:00

Hello again.... I bet you are getting sick and tired of all these short crappy posts... but one day i will go back and do something to make up for it all... here is Eddy...
the puppy (dubiously named as from the back it looks like a cat but from the front, that snout looks like a dog) outside the Guggenheim (spelling?) in Bilbao...

with the actual museum in the background...
more...curves...

Eddy...big big spider...

and then.... we got to the hotel and we had a pool!!!!!

so of course we used it... before dinner...
group shot... and then after dinner...
we ventured out to the random carnival across the road :D...
rigged games...

fairy floss (cotton candy) and hams to win :P...

more self portraits...
and thats about it... now we have left the great hotel and are back in normal average ones without pools...

lots of love and hugz...
D.

P.S. only 3 sleeps left and then a heck of a long plane ride which is already making me feel sick :(

Madrid...

2009-07-21T06:29:00.004+10:00

Today we tool a trip out of town to the ancient city of Toledo...
pretty isn't it...

ahhh don't I look angelic... *cough cough* :P...

view from the bus... you can tell because you can see the reflection in the glass...
more views.... I know, you are all screaming at me... this means nothing we are bored already!!!!
Well here is another person that we all know...
plus a few new ones...later there was a palace....
and a few unwanted pictures...

Some turtles in the old train station that is now a botanic garden since the station was bombed a few years back... the new station is behind...

and someone elses turn for a few unwanted pick... don't you just love that finger... thats all for now though...

lots of love and hugz
D.

Barcelona to madrid

2009-07-19T07:55:00.000+10:00

Now, we are going to play a game... what do you think we spent most of today doing??? Yup we had a looooong bus ride...

Now, for me personally, I don't mind the bus... I've developed this amazing ability to fall asleep almost instantaneously when the bus engine starts... and this morning I needed sleep... 4 hours a night just doesn't do it for me.

Some of the passengers are going a little bonkers though and today was the longest trip so far, lasting about 10 hours all up (we now all have 'special jobs' and Eddy and I are the office administrators and sleeping specialists)...

The new hotel room is great though...

we have a bath, a shower, a sex shower (not that I need one, it has 2 shower heads) and lots of room :D :D :D...

but before and after dinner we had a bit of sight seeing Plaza Mayor and a garden that I can't remember the name of... its beautiful... once again... and I think that I am starting to become numb to the beauty, which is unfortunate, because I have had nothing else to compare to in about 3 weeks!!!

(Eddy taking a photo I hadn't noticed...)

I know I know, you all thinking poor poor Darcy, stop complaining and put up some more pictures already...

Okay. Fine.

(Oh your there... better smile for once)

Pictures...

lots of love and hugz
D.

(random artsy shot that I had some fun with...)
P.S. Today, due in part to the lack of sleep I think... I had my first bout of homesickness... :( but don't worry about me, I'm okay now... its the danger of having too much time to think on the bus...

PPS sorry about no posts this week, I got a little behind... but I think there about 5 posts today so keep reading on...

Barcelona

2009-07-19T07:54:00.000+10:00

Our introduction to Barcelona from our tour guide...

I have never had a tour group that comes to Barcelona in which no one has left without getting something stolen...

hmmm... what a great introduction...

It was a lovely city though...

but my Spanish is apparently quite hilarious...

all these pics in gardens and of houses that look like they belong in a fairy tale are by the architect Galdi (spelling?) and I must say - If he was still alive I'd want to make him design my place...

or at least live in one of the places he designed...

anyway nothing bad happened to me in the end...

this is when Eddy got ahold of Snappy for a little while... its me shopping...

more shopping...

OOOOO...!!! 21st birthdays are Important events on the tour bus...

actually any excuse for a cake is...

and thats about it for the day...
Lots of love and hugz
D.

P.S. We now hold the tittle of the first group to leave with all of our stuff... woot!!! :D I love breaking with tradition

Carcassone to barcelona

2009-07-19T07:52:00.000+10:00

OK I'm getting tired so I'll make this on short...
We started the day witha tour of a castle/fort thing...
you can tell I was paying a lot of attention to the history lesson this morning can't you...
but I enjoyed it none the less...
I always enjoy these places...
partitally because I'm pretty sure there is some part of me that wants to have lived in the times when they were built and used...

only the romanticized versions though... and of course I would be a princess or some other high ranking female that didn't have to do much... but would then also not have to bow down to the men in the family, so I'm not sure how that would work...And finally once we reached Barcelona, here we are at dinner before the Flamenco dancing (no we didn't participate, it was a perfoemance this time)...

Lots of love and hugz
D.

the warmth of sunlight

Sunday (rainday? can't-decide-what-the-hell-kind-of-weather-I-want-to-be-day!) ramblings

Some days I should just stay in bed...

Another birthday another challenge...

Ramblings, and a journey from London to Amsterdam...

Memories from London 2010... part 2

Memories from London 2010...

Umm... So this isn't kings cross

Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink

The one with the cupcake tower (aka my 21st birthday party)

How many 21 year old girls does it take...

The 21st Speech that never was...

A football game and a few stories...

I was trying to think of some kind of cool racing slogan... but I just don't know any :(

I told you... it's Genetic!!!

When my room gets strangely neat, tidy and organised... you can tell I have an essay to write

Project #1 filling the void, status: COMPLETE!

A 21st birthday and a few e-mails...

"Lose yourself in Melbourne"

And just a little to the left, now.... STOP PULLING THAT FACE!

Now, this is what i love...

April Fools!

You know I really do feel sorry for my therapist...

Monday night maddness

CODIE!!!!!

Love sac! L-L-Love sac! :-D

Okay, first person to comment get's their name as the next post title (and its only a little bit because I hate thinking these things up... sort of)

So, what's changed?

A letter from a self confessed dreamer

Playing with pixs

Wall progression update...

Project #1: filling the void...

I need a project...

Foot

The Proposal - Darcy's dream.

Days 2 and three

Darcy has her first day of 'real' work...

the Holidays...

4 hours later...

This bright and sunny summer of cricket

Oooo cool!!

Moving through life

Two girls, a toilet and a phone...

Is she your... ?

last night my room threw up... it went *bleh*

Working up a stink

MS Sydney to Wollongong bike ride 2009

Thinks it should b illegal for men to run in speedos... @ Dolls point on the gong ride

Has lost her riding buddies and has reached the loftus morning tea area

Is off to enter the national park.., wish me luck... And apologies if I'm filling up neones news feeds

At waterfall waiting for dad to catch up...

Lunch!!! woot, after a 3km downhill run that was fun :P. Now its time for a lil' lie down and scenery appreciation...

And there are the discarded bikes...

And then before we know it were off again...

Made it to the top of the hill without getting off my bike phew!... Waiting for dad again

Omg another hill... They didn't warn us about this one! Sea cliff bridge was awsome and u don't believe I ever really appreciated oranges until now

(you see they give away free oranges at one point on the course, they are pre-cutt and thrown in cardbord boxes... normally I wouldn't touch them with a 10ft pole... but this day... I couldn't get enough)

and so we continued on, along the coast...

and thats all for this day...

lots of love

D.

sigh

A night at the cinema

The thing…

Just another day in this topsy turvy land

damn these titles, i can never think what to type!

Darcy is sad :(

Playing along...

you don't mind do you?

I see red!!!

Pot, meet Kettle...

A few moments in the tween time on platform 2

The problem

DARCY HAS WRITER'S BLOCK!!!

The case of the misguided internet purchase...

Guess who's back???? ;-D

ok.... its finally here... but all in one...

Madrid to Bilbao via Burgos

Madrid...

Barcelona to madrid

last night my room threw up... it went bleh