Happy new year

I've been meaning to write something for the last week or so, considering my last post was written on Christmas day, but for some reason I couldn't get motivated. I was actually going to post on New Years Day but I was in such a foul mood so I thought it seemed best to let it wait until the foulness subsided -- how mature am I?

So this will be a bit of a stream of consciousness post I think.

New Years Eve was quiet. I went over to Liz's place and we had a DVD night of Lano and Woodley and Who Framed Roger Rabbit. We paused briefly for the fireworks and then went to bed by 1.30am. Liz had been up since 7am; I was just tired. I wanted to watch John Tucker Must Die, since Jesse Metcalfe has his shirt off quite a bit in that movie and I am a huge fan of the shirtless (or the not-shirtless for that matter) Jesse Metcalfe but we were too tired. I do love Who Framed Roger Rabbit. I hadn't seen it since I was a little kid and it was just as good as I remember it. Jessica Rabbit is hot. For a disproportionate cartoon female anyway. I've always thought that Kate Hudson is the spitting image of Jessica Rabbit and the other night only confirmed that for me. Look at the image and you'll see what I mean. For any straight boys or gay girls (if there are any who actually read this) this will be one of the few images of a woman to feature on this blog so make the most of it.

While I'm talking about new year's fireworks, I'd like to say for the record that I hate them. They cost an absolutely sinful amount of money and really aren't that different from the previous year's ones anyway. I was amused when Gretel and Dan were saying "The diamond on the bridge will do something won't believe at the end!" and it turned out to be that it shimmered. A fluoro light with a dud starter does the same thing. Big deal.

I had one and a half glasses of champers on New Years Eve, and that was my downfall for New Years Day. Since starting the new drugs for the pain in my legs I haven't drunk much alcohol at all since I don't know how it will affect me. I already know that I can tolerate a little (and I do mean a little) alcohol with my anti-depressants but the effect of the painkillers was unknown. I know now that it makes me cranky. All day on the first day of the year I was in a shitty mood all day and I didn't know why.

I called Lala and she said she'd call me back and she didn't and that made my shittiness worse. Normally this wouldn't bother me since she does this all the time, not because she's being mean or anything just because she gets busy and forgets. To be fair lately she's been really good at calling me back, which I take as a very high compliment since she rarely calls her own father back--partly from forgetting and partly from not actually wanting to--and I know that it pisses him off. He has said to me "I don't know why I leave messages for her, she never calls me back!" and I think "take the hint then" but obviously don't say it. I don't blame her, I avoid calling him too.

She called yesterday, the next day, and apologised profusely. She and Cal are at his family's holiday house on the north coast--"Blueys"--for the new year period. They headed up there on the 28th of December and were soon joined by 20-odd of their friends, including one totally vexatious girl who Lala can't stand, to celebrate. This is why she didn't have time to call me, she was too busy being Mrs Hostess. All the friends headed home yesterday, leaving Lala and Cal with the house to themselves, leaving Lala time to finish Holding the Man and to cry her little eyes out like I knew she would. She was so upset on the phone, it was kinda cute actually.

In other news, I've been scanning old photos from Pop's place, with the eventual goal of getting them all on CD to distribute among the family. I've been buried waist deep in photos since the 30th (when I went down there to collect them). It's been kinda fun, in a very repetitive way, to scan them all. I've also been restoring the really old ones which has produced many a FIGJAM moment. Check out the one on the right... How good am I? It's been a little bit of a sad experience seeing photos of Pop and Grandma as young adults, getting married (when they were younger than I am!), and seeing them so full of life and joire de vivre--so much as one can see these things in a static 2D image anyway--and then remembering how they ended up. But on the other hand, it shows they had a good life before the treachery of old age hit them.

I also got a reply from my high school english teacher from the letter I wrote her. I won't reproduce the entire thing but there were two parts that I wanted to share:

Congratulations on doing so well in your bridging course. I was glad that you said 'I know I am a good student' for I certainly agree with that!

How is that for an endorsement of my abilities from someone who should know!

Stay strong Daniel in your acceptance of your sexuality. Continue to be proud of your values, your relationships and your goals. Remember you have nothing to be ashamed of.

And despite the fact that I already knew I had nothing to be ashamed of, it was nice to be told so by someone I haven't seen in so long. I've given her the link to this blog so hopefully I get an email saying what a brilliant writer I am. Or, at the very least, that it was an interesting read.

And to finish up, I've been tagged by the ever-beautiful Drew to blog about my new year's goals. I was going to do this anyway, so please do not labour under the false impression that the following is owed entirely to Drew and his tagging. I'll do this in a separate post I think.

Adios for now and happy new year everyone.