Its kind of weird how life goes sometimes. I suppose I should be more excited about the fact that I've all but finished my university course, hopefully closing the education chapter for now. But far from being excited over finally finishing a chapter, its more like I'm just turning another page and this one is a bit pathetic after all the others because this one only has four lines of type. I keep staring at the blank page on the other side wishing something would materialise to start the next chapter. Maybe the next chapter is the waiting and the journey of becoming what I need to be to go on.
Oh well. Maybe I'll draw pretty abstract patterns on the next one to keep me from getting bored.

never really thought I'd blog this game so much, but it makes me laugh so hard sometimes.
Like I just caught an alligator, tossed it in my bag, and tootled off without a care. Then when they guy who asked me to find it didn't want to pay the price I asked he stormed off. I assume I still have an alligator in my knapsack. Or theres this guy called psycho steve. he really is a threat to society, so when you defeat him, and it lists him as [DEAD] suddenly the guy jumps up and runs of. You have to kill him 3-4 times, and then tie him up.
Or theres the joy of being able to unleash hell... and missing.all that power at my fingertips, and I can't even aim right!
Every day I find new sources of amusement on there. Kudos to Feltash and his team.

Shame its not a bit closer so I could see the potholes! *rubs knee*
Anyway, working on essays, expect to be done in the next day or so. YAY
Having spent ages working on my 3000 word reformation essay, this amused me greatly.




The rest of the year is booking up fast, but I still have the niggly "So when uni is done.. then what?"
Eh. Won't find the answer today, thats for sure.
Oh and the cocky choir paid a visit this weekend. I may have been delirious, but I think their pitch is improving.

Since I moved into a different room, I don't hear the karaoke down the street quite as frequently, which I count as  a blessing. I love music, but from 3 blocks away, when all you can hear are some dodgy vocals and the drums, it loses some of its appeal.
I'm still undecided on whether it is better to actually recognise the song they are attempting, or not spoil a good song.
Perhaps I'm being a bit too sarcastic here. I'm sure it sounds better in the venue (Although the volume control could be tweaked)
What does amuse me is that the dog doesn't like it either. Well, thats not specifically the bit that amuses me. Tonight she was barking at it.. or to it. not sure which. Anyway, her bark was a lot deeper than it often is. Not like she was growling, she was just barking baritone. An unconventional bass I'll admit- but it almost kinda worked! 

They waterblasted the concrete at the Church next door. Its probably not been that clean in a LONG time. Anyway, I noticed the ants walking around dazed yesterday. Almost like they have no idea where they are. They might not, I don't know. Either that, or they all got into some bad fruit or something. I suppose thats possible..

In other news, the cocky choir is on tour again for the second consecutive year. There was going to be another reality show to pick this years winners, but I understand it got cancelled for reasons no-one seems to know, but lack of suitable venue for rehearsal and filming may have been the case. They did start having heats nearby, but then a train went through about 10m behind them and the choir got a bit flighty. Needless to say, it was deemed an unsuitable venue. This means that last years winners will continue touring until new arrangements can be made. Although after over a year of touring together, there appears to have been some controversy and the choir has split into 2 smaller groups. Details are sketchy, but the group I heard rehearsing most recently appears to have been the younger group. They appear to have landed with the majority of those in the treble level judging by the quality of sound. Talks are underway to try and merge the groups currently as the older ones are losing audience, and the younger ones aren't getting around to actually performing, and cocky representatives are concerned as to how this could affect their ratings. Will let you know more if I hear it!

Almost inclined to quit. Its so not worth it. 

Someone posted this on a forum recently, and I copied it down. To me it speaks so powerfully about my motivations and what I want to achieve in music. Anyway, for me it was just right- exactly what was meaningful to me when I needed to find that clarification.
Apparently its by Harry Winston, who I believe was a Jeweller...

"As the world around you becomes mass-produced into monotony, we ask you to remember this.

Nothing Perfect Ever Rolled Off An Assembly Line

Perfectly symmetrical, yes, and perfectly attractive. But nothing perfect.

Perfect is breathtaking. Perfect is inimitable.

Perfect comes from staying awake until 2 am deciding whether to tilt a stone one hundredth of an inch this way or that.

Perfect is not rational. Perfect is tempestuous. Perfect hurts.

Your brain doesn't know perfect. Nor your eye. The only part of you that knows perfect is the exquisitely painful way your heart beats in its presence. That part was born knowing perfect.

What will you own that's perfect? What impossibly beautiful thing waits to become yours?

Find it. Make it yours. Bring it out.

Because when you do, your perfection will make the world's heart hurt."

Now thats the kind of perfect I'm talking about!!

I'm sorry. I'm trying not to do it much, but this was too adorable to miss! (via Mark Lowry http://marklowry.tumblr.com/post/200424313/need-a-laugh-i-dare-you-to-watch-this-and-not )

For a while I've been playing a game on facebook called pet society. Me and my lil err pet. Widget have been busy creating our own perfect empire, I mean house.. saving up for things, collecting things she liked.. well I liked, but I blame her.
However, I've got too many online things that take 'a few minutes of my day' and I need some minutes back, so I've decided to drop pet society. I've spent much of today, distributing her belongings to new homes, and am currently sorting out the circus of reassigning her food collection to those (like I was)who are collecting. Its total mayhem, and in the quiet moments, widget and I play ball in an almost empty house.. or walk in her garden. Theres that lonely 'I'm shifting house' feeling that you get in those last few moments when everythings in the truck, you've cleaned, and you're doing the last checks that everything is got, and cleaned and done. I love some things about shifting. I hate some things about shifting. But this feeling, I don't know if I love or hate. Its that impending change feeling.
Stupid thing is, I'm really only logging out of a program, not changing neighbourhoods or anything... Oh well. better check see if anyone else wants food...

hugs!

love you!

For starters, if you're on twitter, follow Lucia Micarelli. http://twitter.com/theloosh
She manages to dig up some of the most amazing things! This is one of those things. It made me giggle almost uncontrollably for a couple of minutes. Must be overtired. Anyway, enjoy!

My music blog (www.moosicanna.blogspot.com) doesn't have a high hit rate, and I never expected it to. But logging in and checking the countries represented by my visitors is exciting!
This month:
Australia
USA
Japan
UK
South Africa
Netherlands
Hong Kong
United Arab Emirates
Chile
Canada
Finland
Sri-Lanka
Germany
South Korea
Phillipines
Brazil
Gabon and
Denmark.

oooh :) 

 This mornings in-head narrations:Phone ringing. Oh, I'm awake. I'm awake? It must be later than.. no, its 6:20. Why am I awake at.. Oh right. Phone ringing. Hello? Ok sure. 
Gym Morning.
Sit up. MY Goodness it's bright. 
Have to get mum to strap knee. Open Door. OH MY the sun coming in the window above the stairs is blinding. Why aren't I sleepy. 
Oh dear hope mum's awake. *tap tap* We're good. Back to room, and dress before she comes.
Dress.. Dress.. um. Oh right clothes on chair. Good thing I was organised last night.
Gym buddy here. oh goodness. Um. Socks. What else. Oh  right- shoes.
Now I need to put phone and drinkbottle into bag. Done. I think. Yes Done.
Think I'm good to go.
Stairs.
I did put my phone in? Probably doesn't matter. Yes I did. 
It's far  too warm for this time of morning.
Door. DOOR. Gah. I'm going to be all energetic at the gym, and I can't even get the door shut. There. Finally.
Wait, theres a rainbow. I didn't know it rained! Look at ground. It hasn't. Huh?
The rainbow is getting stronger.. its a full one.
oh.. NOW its raining. Aren't rainbows supposed to come after the rain.
But um.. Its clear blue sky above me. HUH?
Its very windy.
Sun. Bright.
Going for a quick warm up walk. Windy. a bit wet.
not wet anymore. still windy. Still rainbow. still very sunny. Still unseasonably warm
Not sunny. Windy and cold.
But it was just. Never mind. Oh now its wet again.
 
I give up!

Ok, ok, I know I just posted, but then I saw this.. (Someone had sent it to http://twitter.com/joshgroban)
Forget about taking the food away, take the restaurant

Whilst travelling on the train today, I noted a large advertisement at Strathfield train station today for a new movie - Pelham 123.
Its due to be released in Australia soon I guess. Anyway, the slogan was "Take the train, take the city" Sounds like a terrorist action drama kind of movie. (And the facial hair??)

So.. um. What better way to instill confidence in your train passengers, than to advertise on a train station a movie which implies heavy train-related violence? I don't know whether 'terrorism' is involved, its not the sort of movie I'd usually be rushing to see the preview of. 

But I'm lacking the warm fuzzies.. 

 

You can imagine what my imagination was doing for the rest of the journey!!!

I've just decided to have a go at putting some regular features in this thing. So this is my first attempt..

Thanks to Penguin for sending this one to me!

I've always thought it, but in a somewhat 'out of it' state, it seems to be more active. The speakers I have now are good.. I mean "Good". Perhaps a little too good. Because I can, I have the music up (it makes me feel good) Currently, a number by afro-celt sound system.. (Good music btw)
Anyway, I thought I heard someone coming up the stairs.. which there shouldn't be, cuz I'm the only one at home. So I stopped the music, and there was silence. My rational mind (surfaces occasionally) concluded, nope it was just the music. So I started it again. But then my imagination went, what if they stopped at the same time as the music. So now, this 23 year old is playing a game (You know the one where you have to freeze when the music stops?) with an imaginary criminal- who's about 6 foot, has a black beanie on, jeans, a blue sweater on, a scar on his forehead, big chunky black boots, and a variety of weapons at his disposal. Every time I open the door, he has to hide quickly before I see him. I dunno what I'd do if I did see him.
I'm starting and stopping the music an awful lot. Is this where paranoia sets in?

In other news, I had a dream about my train being replaced by a boat. Strangely, I didn't think that in any way odd.. especially seeing as I live inland. Anyway, I woke up feeling slightly seasick. Yay for imaginations!

I twitted this (Or retweeted someone elses twit) but I thought I'd put it here too. Australias got Talent? Ukraine has got talent. An incredibly moving eight-and-a-half minutes...
Its an account of Germany invading the Ukraine in the second world war..