Tag Archives: me me me

living dead girl! and hopefully a puppy

5 Jun

My sister Jennifer wanted me to be the model for a school project, dealing with suicide (her idea). This is me; covered in chocolate sauce, in the bath with a petticoat slip on, trying not to giggle.

Fun fun fun. I’m still quite sick, which Jennifer said would only add to her photos! Behold my pointy eyebrows. She’s still editing her photos – this is just one I was playing with as a little demonstration for her on how to change colours, etc.

Also, this is the little dog we may (hopefully) be getting next weekend –

Meet Rupert.

It’s a tricky situation, and I am extremely hopeful that things work out. Rupert’s current owner has decided he needs a ‘forever-home’ with a family that can give him the time and attention he deserves; apparently he’s a sweet little darling to humans, but can be very timid and is scared of other dogs. Posie can be very full-on and a little overenthusiastic in her affection sometimes, so it will definitely take some work to introduce them to each other; slowly, in a way that both of them can deal with.

I’m also hoping that by the end of next week, I can have my room sorted out; my easel set up, my felt sorted by colour and stacked neatly, buttons in their jars, fairy lights strung across the curtain rail. It would be nice to have a place to get better..

xx Bunny

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Sick

30 May

About 7 weeks ago, I got the flu – fairly badly. I wish I could say that I made a full recovery and bounced back to my normal self, but that is not the case. Ever since, I have seen a few days here and there of feeling alright before crashing again.

After an okay Tuesday and Wednesday, I was feeling fairly confident about finally feeling better, but no such luck. I woke up this morning with absolutely no voice whatsoever and finally went to the doctor. Two hypotheses: a) I have just had very bad luck and managed to catch a string of viruses after being weakened by the original incidence of flu, leading to current laryngitis accompanied by fever, or b) I have recurring glandular fever. Squeak.

Blood test on Monday to find out, but either way, the treatment is the same. Good: staying in bed and eating soup, ice cream and jelly all day. Bad: feeling sick, not being able to do things and spending a lot of time laying in bed.

xx Bunny

Theatricality

27 Apr

I am thinking about dyeing my hair a shade more usually associated with cupcakes, crayons and My Little Pony. If I hate it, I can always dye it back – it’s only hair, right? Jaz posted a little while ago about her total love for harajuku style, and I am sick of admiring my alternative fashion icons from the sidelines. Details (and photos) when I gather the courage to actually go through with it!

And for something completely different, here are some quotes from Nathanator on Friday night –

My feet feel all.. magic.

I imagine this is like an indie movie, at the end, when they just curl up in bed and hug and stuff… yeah.

So, yes. Seeing as I am totally wrapped up in the unpacking/resettling process and seem to have had a mini-flu-relapse, I have nothing of interest to report. Sorry. So I present you with a list of nothing in particular:

  • This is one of the most hysterical things I’ve come across in a while – My Immortal, a Mary Sue infested ‘goffik’ Harry Potter fanfic trainwreck from hell, featuring the one and only Miss Ebony (also spelled Enoby) Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way. Still not totally sure whether or not it is just one giant troll, which I guess is to its credit.
  • Tonight I cooked dinner: lamb kofta, vegetable tagine, cous cous and mint yoghurt. Tomorrow: honey chili glazed chicken with ginger stirfried carrot and bok choy. Me: culinary master, occasionally.
  • This is the week I get back my pencils, pastels, paints, easel, brushes, pens, paper, canvases, felt, sewing machine, buttons and other paraphernalia. I am so excited.. also, it’d be nice to finally be able to draw/paint some things for this blog.
  • I am dying to go to Mamasita. Anybody want to be my date? Email me!
  • The Odds of Dying – a comprehensive analysis based on information from the US Census Bureau. Assuming that the numbers would be quite similar for someone living in Australia, it worries me that I have a 1 in 211 (or thereabouts) chance of being murdered. But oh well – at least ‘death by tram’ is much less probable – 1 in 3,556,975.. yay!
  • And finally.. can anybody enlighten me as to why on earth Justin Bieber (or whatever his name is) is appealing, in any way? I am very, very, very confused.

So posting may be patchy, boring and sporadic for the next week or so. But after that expect art, photos, adventures and even maybe a giveaway (also known as ‘Bunny knits compulsively and has decided to be charitable’). Stay tuned, chipmunks.

xx Bunnykins

Kitchen Failures + Five Years Later

18 Apr

I attempted to make macaroons today. FAIL. They were bland and completely stuck to the baking paper – also, I put the last tray into the oven and forgot about it until 45 minutes later, by which time they were rechristened ‘cinder biscuits’. I did learn that we seriously need a new oven though – it turned itself off 4 times during cooking. Fun and games.

Spending the weekend here triggered a sort of mental revisiting of the mindset I was in October/November last year; the time and scene of my quarter-life crisis of sorts. It was fairly dramatic that time – I read a hell of a lot of feminist articles, I swung between “let’s get married and have fifty kids.. like, yesterday, because it’s my only hope for fulfillment as a woman!” and being militantly childfree and anti-weddings, I freaked out about what my ‘career’ was going to be, and I lamented the fact that being small and possessing a voice more aptly described as a squeak.. I will probably never be taken seriously.

I think I am considering things more calmly now – yes, I am 22 years old, but that is no reason to panic. Instead of trying to plan my life’s aims down to the tiniest detail, I’m restructuring – it’s not a timeline set in stone, it’s more like a list titled “things that would definitely make my life nice and full and rich and all that, and I hope they happen, and yes I will try my hardest for them, but my whole life is not over if they don’t happen”. There is not much guidance for anybody who wants to create, carve out and define their own life; there seems to be only convention and those who deliberately thwart convention. For anybody who wants to examine convention, reject what is junk, keep what is useful and make their life completely their own.. well, they are on their own.

Back in Year 9, we had to pick our VCE subjects on the basis of what we needed to study at university to qualify us for the career we wanted. I was 15 – I had a plum-coloured vinyl trench coat, a demeanor that bounced between giggly and surly with no warning, and my life’s ambition was to marry David Bowie. How exactly did they expect that I was qualified to decide my entire life? I remember forensic pathologists were very in vogue that year due to some stupid television show, yet none of those girls are studying anything even vaguely related now – they are doing degrees in communications, international studies, and mathematics, even. I said at the time that I wanted either to be an actor or a graphic designer/illustrator – yet I am studying art history, literature and philosophy.

It seems so presumptuous to plan what your life will be like; it rests on this huge assumption that it is all within your control. But it really, really isn’t.

In five years time, I would love to be happy. I hope I have finished my BA and have moved onto higher academic things. I hope I have published some writing; I don’t care if it is an entire novel, or even just a few poems in an anthology. I hope that the various creative projects I am currently working on eventually come to fruition. I hope that I manage to balance my time well enough to do some acting again. I hope Nath and I are ten times more awesome, I hope that we have found the perfect puppy to be friends with Posie. I hope I get this house to make the transition to ‘home’.

I guess I just hope that if, through the wonders of time travel, I magically bumped into 70 year old me in the street, she would say, “Don’t worry, everything turned out okay.”

xx B

Princess Bunny

17 Apr

Well, that was certainly an experience.

For a lark, I decided to audition for Tokyo Disneyland – they were doing an international audition tour to find singers, dancers, aerialists and character look-alikes for the resort. I rocked up for the character audition; they were specifically looking for characters including some that I sort of resemble (Ariel, Aurora, Alice in Wonderland, etc), and a lot of people have previously described my demeanor as very “Disney princess”. So I figured I’d go along and try my luck. But the audition process was a bit of a LOLfest – this is what I learnt:

  • just because you are not auditioning to be a dancer does not mean you won’t be hit with an audition dance component
  • when you question this, prepare to be patronizingly told by a fellow auditionee, “It’s not a dance, they are just going to teach us a combination
  • a ‘combination’ entails being able to execute a sequence to music with almost no practice, while someone barks at you, “Chassé! Balancé! Pas de bourrée! Step, pivot, present , wave to the right for 4, wave to the left for 8, and… POSE!”
  • standard attire for a non-dance audition seems to be leotards, tights and ballet split-soles
  • this can be accompanied by a full face of stage makeup, if you like – false eyelashes and clashy red lipstick, yeah!

Shrug. I don’t know –  with the dance component, it just seemed redundant to pretend that it was based on something other than our looks.

Oh well. After the audition, I ate an almond croissant, had a wander through one of my favourite furniture stores and went home for an afternoon nap, before coming back to Nathan’s for spaghetti and a night on the couch watching Extras– so whatever… I think in the way I spent the rest of the day, I out-princessed everybody anyway.

xx Princess Bunny

Mysteries of the Universe

15 Apr

Dear Universe,

Why do I do this? – every single time I have paint or glue on my hands, I wipe it on my skirt. Every time. Even if I am totally aware of the fact that I am wrecking my clothes, I still do it. Gah.

Love from Bunny

PS: I’ve been a really good girl lately, so can you please give me lots of money and make my headache go away? Also, fantastic marks on my assignments would be extremely welcome. Thank you!

*************

And this is Nathan’s contribution to this post:

And here is a hint about things to come, hopefully, that I’ll be talking about after Friday morning.

Cryptic!

xx Bunny

Four grey walls and four grey towers..

12 Apr

.. Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers,
The Lady of Shalott

Today wasn’t wonderful. As you can see. Don’t fret though; it eventually got better.

xx Bunny (with a dash of Lord Alfred Tennyson)