Well, it's that time again. A combination of work, moving, lack of internet and being lazy has meant that I've not really done a lot these past few weeks except be slothful. It has been quite good--I have watched seasons 1-3 of 30 Rock (why did I not get into this show earlier? It is excellent and amazingly hilarious) and assorted movies, including (finally) The Darjeeling Limited and Waitress (both excellent in their own ways), swum a bit, and co-hosted an epic New Year's party that managed not to suck.

That's not even what this post is about though. We are about the books here, people. Ambitiously, I would like to beat last year's total.

( Books read )

( Currently reading )

At the present time, I am watching a teeny tiny spider scurry across the table I'm sitting at. I did try to get a photo but my phone is being quite stupid. Poo, fruit phone. (Redacted: now it's working fine, and I have an oh-so-hip picture of a teen tiny spider on my pink laptop case): check it out at my Tumblr, which I am currently a bit obsessed with, and where I spend most of my internet time these days.

Today has been such a strange day. My boss rang me and I ended up crying for half an hour--really crying, which I so rarely do I can't remember the last time it happened; a friend told me at lunch that he's applied for a job in Brisbane and I was struck by an intense desire to be anywhere but here, even though things are actually going well for me at the moment, on paper; and I gave yet more thought to a person who doesn't really deserve it, and who I wish would just move out of my head. And mixed in with everything has been this day, half grey, half sunshine, half wind, half stillness. Days like this are contemplative--not moody, but not at all serene--and apt to provoke Serious Thought, if left unchecked.

On this day a month ago I was enmeshed in the amazing Splendour in the Grass, basking in sunshine and chilling on a hill. Real life has returned and I should like it but today I don't. I want to escape from the world, but conversely, I want people to really know me, and love me, and cook me pie and feed me gin and poetry.

Oh, the cat is thumping away in the living room, and I'm afraid he's breaking things, but can I be bothered to check? No, not so much. It's late, and I'm feeling a bit chilled. And he almost never breaks things, but careens wildly between couch, floor, kitchen bench, armchair, floor, and couch again.

My house smells like soup and it is great. Not that it's really cold enough for soup--having the mildest winter ever over here--but now I have good bread and spicy tomato soup (I had pumpkin soup as well, but my mates ate it) to last the duration of the long weekend (show holiday, woo). There is something really satisfying and comforting about good soup.

Anyway, I've had a lovely evening and soup had little to do with it, but I've loved it all the same.

Watching Grey's Anatomy (what? I have essays to write. This is a valid form of procrastination) and Danny Duquette has just turned up. I shuddered, no joke: I hate that storyline so much, and how it turned Izzy into an idiot and led to the great clusterfuck that was Izzy/George. I SHOULD NOT CARE SO MUCH ABOUT TV, THIS IS TRUE.

I don't even know why I still watch this show sometimes. Except that I'm still attached to Meredith and Alex and now Lexie, and this season's finale was actually pretty good, and eps 101-208 are pretty damn awesome. REMEMBER WHEN ALEX GAVE GEORGE SYPHILIS AND THEY HAD A FIGHT ABOUT IT? THAT WAS HILARIOUS.

( A bit of poetry )

So, feeling a bit fragile today.

So, the Ashes to Ashes finale happened, and now I just want to cry a bit, buuuuuut I have to go to work. EPIC SADFACE. See you in eight hours.

+ watch all the Chuck, 30 Rock, The Big Bang Theory, Castle, Gossip Girl, and The Office that I've missed due to uni/work related time consumption.
+ learn how to use my new digital SLR.
+ start a herb garden.
+ read stuff not uni-related (this is very exciting).
+ marathon Life on Mars and Ashes to Ashes. I WILL MISS YOU, ALEX DRAKE.
+ go to the aquarium.
+ host a dinner party
+ write a short story.
+ make a pie.

My birthday is two weekends away, and we're going to my grandparents' island house for four days. I CANNOT WAIT FOR IT TO BE GIN O'CLOCK.

Now, to write up notes on The Sound and the Fury and modern theatre. Dear uni, I love you, but I'm glad we're taking a break soon. Love, Emma.

My camera. I have three though, and I would have to choose. I could be all hip and say, my Polaroid, of course--but that would be a lie, because I barely use it (the film is expensive!). I could be all srs bsns artsy and say, my Canon 500D dSLR, but that would be another lie, because I only bought it about a month ago and have been too busy to learn how to use it properly. So it comes down to my v. excellent Canon IXUS, which is a brilliant point-and-shoot that has accompanied me to many places and captured some of my favourite times. I LOVE IT.

(this post brought to you in anticipation of hipster doctor who. I cannot go another day, because the internet Tumblr ruined nearly every show I watch this week. THERE WAS SOME PRETTY BIG STUFF HAPPENING THIS WEEK, AND I GOT SPOILED FOR ALL OF IT BY ACCIDENT.)

Part of me wants to do a TV post now, but when I think about Lost I want to cry, a bit (oh, Jack's faaaaaace), and when I think about Community I cannot stop laughing ("Come with me if you don't want paint on your clothes"); Ashes to Ashes has undone me with its absolute epicness (and the outfiiiiiits), and BOOOOOOOOONES--how can it be this great? Holepunch confetti! (got spoiled for that one on Facebook actually. In someone's status update. FURIOUS). So that is all the TV anyone's getting. I have not been spoiled for Doctor Who. It is going to be amazing.

THEY HAVE MADE A MOVIE OF TOMORROW, WHEN THE WAR BEGAN. HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS WAS HAPPENING?????

THE TRAILER, OMG..

These books--along with the Obernewtyn books--were the revelation of my year 8 reading, and I always thought they could make an excellent movie, but never thought it would happen. I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS.

So right now I have hot cross bun cakes and coffee. Mmm, afternoon tea. It is a most excellent meal (my favourite, I believe). I would take a photo, but I left my camera at a birthday party some time ago and I'm having trouble getting it back (I am relying on a seventeen-year-old boy for its return, if this illuminates the situation further). I've not been around much, which can be attributed to a number of things, but mostly my getting of a social life, so not much of what's been going on has made it here (my paper journal on the other hand--but only about 2 per cent of that is fit for public consumption. I am a wangsty and overly verbose little girl when you give me a pen and a moleskine, or at least I am lately).

Things I am into at the moment: ( to follow )

I should probably cut all that. It's a bit unwieldy. Also, I'm thinking that some more coffee is probably due, as I plan to tackle my war poetry essay at some point this evening (due on Friday, and I've written maybe 150 words of random ideas. This is actually better than my usual form, but part of what this semester's about is obliterating my usual form and Actually Working. So far, I've handed in my first two essays on time. This hasn't happened since first year, so woo me). Off to do this, and to begin season two of Ashes to Ashes. What an excellent way to conclude the Easter break.

:)