Pizza, Optics, Duct-tape and Terrorism
Jul. 8th, 2005 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikBraindead much. Yesterday I had planned to go to Stan's to re-film a bit of the multi project which was too dark. Then it got changed to the afternoon because my mum scheduled an opthalmologist appointment. Then it got changed to Avi's because Stan was there. Then my mum decides to drag me to some pretentious little place called Nirvana for a facial, and THEN when i call avi's neither of them are actually there, so after a huge amount of hassle finding mobile numbers, I ended up going to Liza's.
The nurse at POW tested my eyes, which was amusing, and then eye-dropped them with Atropin, which was less so, stung, and I walked around with blurry vision all day thanks to that whole dilation of pupils thing. So we waited about an hour and a half for the actual opthalmologist, who had an ER to attend to. During this time I shaded vaguely at my Vive le Revolution picture, the draft of which shall be up on deviantart soonish.
Then I got bored and wandered around, which was trippy (in more sense than one) thanks to the atropin. My mother let the doctor get some things in edgewise - but mainly when she wanted him to back up something she was saying. The conversation went something like "So she needs to take more breaks from the computer, right?!" "Eh, breaks are good, and staring at distances-" "See! I'm always telling you to take breaks from the computer, aren't I?" Ugh. It was the same except worse at the optometrist she decided to randomly drag me to for my new glasses script seeing as we happened to be in Randwick anyway. We wandered down the whole of the Junction looking for the bloody place. I was still lugging around Stan's camera, since I planned to go straight to filming from there. That thing is fucking heavy! So I eventually found the place tucked away in a little corner near coles. I said Hi to the receptionist, only to discover that my mother had lagged and I had to stand there looking stupid since I wasn't actually sure why the hell we were here.
The optometrist dude was better than the one we usually go to, and actually explained shit. However the visit was somewhat useless since the atropin would have muddled the test results, so he couldn't actually prescribe me specific lenses, so I have to go back next week. WITHOUT my mother, thank you very much. Honestly. But the bad news is, my vision is down to approximately minus seven. This sucks. Even my uncle is only in the sixes. Damn you, paternal genes, and your atrocious eye-sight! Damn you!
So anyway, we then went to Eastgardens for previously mentioned facial. We arrived early and ate chicken burgers at Oportos (my first one had a hair in it - eww! But it was replaced and money back too, so that's alright) - at this point the camera was practically tourniqeuting my arm off. The facial seemed a bit of a waste of sixty bucks, if you ask me. It was relaxing, aside from that exfoliating shit which STINGS AND BURNS BITCH, but I honestly can't tell the difference. They did get rid of a blackhead or two. Bah.
Then my dad showed up with Timmy (who is currently attempting to breakdance to the Beegees), and gave me a lift to Liza's (after about six phone calls to figure out where they actually WERE). When i arrived it turned out that where they were was not, in fact, at Liza's - rather In Transit. I stood outside for a large amount of time as Liza was suspicious of the knocking and thought it was some weird hobos or something. Yyyyeah. Stan and Avi arrioved shortly with Anna and the Frankel Bros, who while Stan and I were fiddling with the camera inexplicably managed to get themselves tangled up in duct tape, or rather it's cheap brown equivalent. Anna managed to get Laivi stuck to a chair, which dealt me a painful blow to the shin during his attempts to free himself.
Speaking of cameras, it was decided to show Anna which of Liza's films she hadn't seen while she was in the US. During the search for said clips we came across a lot that I hadn't seen myself. They are freaking hilarious. Stan with short and unbleached hair is almost as funny as Stan trying to play drums with saucepans and failing miserably. Liza's old people jamming was also amusing. And I have no idea why Sasha was dressed as a ninja, or where they obtained a tae kwon do costume when her sister does judo. It really makes me wish i hadn't been so detached during those years. I mean, not that I don't anyway. Wait, now I think about it, Liza DID do tae kwon do at that time. Whoah. I'd forgotten that. She and Jess and I used to do it. And dropped it in that order too :P my how memory hides itself.
Anyway, my multi clip got filmed, along with a bunch of incidental footage of people wrestling with tape. Then we had a highlighter fight. I didn't get anything coherent written on Stan, just green dots, but he managed to write "So Much Death" upon my forehead with avi pinning my arms down. Grr. Sadly Avi couldn't help me pin Stan down, since he's stronger than both of us. I still maintain we could have done it if we had a strategy. Anyway, So Much Death wore off pretty fast, being yellow. The reason for the wording was that I knocked over the poker chips Stan and Avi had carefully stacked... er whoops? Poker was amusing, Avi won by sheer bluff and luck. A tone point I split a round with Anna on MY LAST CHIP. Then we ordered pizza.I think most of the pepperoni is still there, nobody ate it :P
Toly showed up close to midnight, having been "busy" with Alex all day. *wink wink nudge nudge* or, well, according to Avi's phone-call anyway. Everyone except me and Liza and Stan and Avi mysteriously disappeared around one oclock. Liza got extremely pissed off and went and sat in the road for about ten minutes, later joined by Stan. Then we all went to look for/mug them. Everyone had a go on Liza's bike. I think we went to bed around two, but I didn't sleep much, I just lay there with my eyes closed, which does not in any way explain why I haven't conked out today. I did get a little sleep while babysitting. Anyway, we got up at like eight, for some reason, Toly having left much earlier, and Anna caught her bus. We couldn't wake Stan up even by throwing Liza's old Meeko plushie at him, and Liza herself remained coccooned in her blanket even after being forcibly de-bedded by Laivi and Aryeh. Her mum gave me and avi and stan lifts (I think stan broke the record of going from semi-comatose to OMGWHATWHERELIFTIMREADY) and I didn't have breakfast, probably thanks to the pizza.
I heard about London just after Toly arrived. that was a major WTF. I mean... whoa. We worked out the time difference - I would have been watching Idle Hands at Avi's with Stan and Sasha and val when it happened. I don't have anyone in London closer than a Random Internet Person, the acronym of which is now sounding ominous. I must say, though, from the flood on livejournal it seems the brits are taking it pretty well. None of that crass American OMGWTFWEREGONNADIEARGHARGH, they're just calmly bandaging the wounded and giving their relatives tea.
My current conspiracy theory is that the USA organised it to shift attention from world hunger and G8, which they can't be bothered with, over to terrorsim, where they look like they're actually trying to DO something. Al Quaeda did claim it, but that doesn't really mean anything nowadays. I mean, seriously, I'm surprised that when George Bush fell off his bicycle there wasn't an Al Quaeda Terrorist (tm) jumping up and down going "Ooh! We did it! We did it!"
In closing I should probably go and sleep.
The nurse at POW tested my eyes, which was amusing, and then eye-dropped them with Atropin, which was less so, stung, and I walked around with blurry vision all day thanks to that whole dilation of pupils thing. So we waited about an hour and a half for the actual opthalmologist, who had an ER to attend to. During this time I shaded vaguely at my Vive le Revolution picture, the draft of which shall be up on deviantart soonish.
Then I got bored and wandered around, which was trippy (in more sense than one) thanks to the atropin. My mother let the doctor get some things in edgewise - but mainly when she wanted him to back up something she was saying. The conversation went something like "So she needs to take more breaks from the computer, right?!" "Eh, breaks are good, and staring at distances-" "See! I'm always telling you to take breaks from the computer, aren't I?" Ugh. It was the same except worse at the optometrist she decided to randomly drag me to for my new glasses script seeing as we happened to be in Randwick anyway. We wandered down the whole of the Junction looking for the bloody place. I was still lugging around Stan's camera, since I planned to go straight to filming from there. That thing is fucking heavy! So I eventually found the place tucked away in a little corner near coles. I said Hi to the receptionist, only to discover that my mother had lagged and I had to stand there looking stupid since I wasn't actually sure why the hell we were here.
The optometrist dude was better than the one we usually go to, and actually explained shit. However the visit was somewhat useless since the atropin would have muddled the test results, so he couldn't actually prescribe me specific lenses, so I have to go back next week. WITHOUT my mother, thank you very much. Honestly. But the bad news is, my vision is down to approximately minus seven. This sucks. Even my uncle is only in the sixes. Damn you, paternal genes, and your atrocious eye-sight! Damn you!
So anyway, we then went to Eastgardens for previously mentioned facial. We arrived early and ate chicken burgers at Oportos (my first one had a hair in it - eww! But it was replaced and money back too, so that's alright) - at this point the camera was practically tourniqeuting my arm off. The facial seemed a bit of a waste of sixty bucks, if you ask me. It was relaxing, aside from that exfoliating shit which STINGS AND BURNS BITCH, but I honestly can't tell the difference. They did get rid of a blackhead or two. Bah.
Then my dad showed up with Timmy (who is currently attempting to breakdance to the Beegees), and gave me a lift to Liza's (after about six phone calls to figure out where they actually WERE). When i arrived it turned out that where they were was not, in fact, at Liza's - rather In Transit. I stood outside for a large amount of time as Liza was suspicious of the knocking and thought it was some weird hobos or something. Yyyyeah. Stan and Avi arrioved shortly with Anna and the Frankel Bros, who while Stan and I were fiddling with the camera inexplicably managed to get themselves tangled up in duct tape, or rather it's cheap brown equivalent. Anna managed to get Laivi stuck to a chair, which dealt me a painful blow to the shin during his attempts to free himself.
Speaking of cameras, it was decided to show Anna which of Liza's films she hadn't seen while she was in the US. During the search for said clips we came across a lot that I hadn't seen myself. They are freaking hilarious. Stan with short and unbleached hair is almost as funny as Stan trying to play drums with saucepans and failing miserably. Liza's old people jamming was also amusing. And I have no idea why Sasha was dressed as a ninja, or where they obtained a tae kwon do costume when her sister does judo. It really makes me wish i hadn't been so detached during those years. I mean, not that I don't anyway. Wait, now I think about it, Liza DID do tae kwon do at that time. Whoah. I'd forgotten that. She and Jess and I used to do it. And dropped it in that order too :P my how memory hides itself.
Anyway, my multi clip got filmed, along with a bunch of incidental footage of people wrestling with tape. Then we had a highlighter fight. I didn't get anything coherent written on Stan, just green dots, but he managed to write "So Much Death" upon my forehead with avi pinning my arms down. Grr. Sadly Avi couldn't help me pin Stan down, since he's stronger than both of us. I still maintain we could have done it if we had a strategy. Anyway, So Much Death wore off pretty fast, being yellow. The reason for the wording was that I knocked over the poker chips Stan and Avi had carefully stacked... er whoops? Poker was amusing, Avi won by sheer bluff and luck. A tone point I split a round with Anna on MY LAST CHIP. Then we ordered pizza.I think most of the pepperoni is still there, nobody ate it :P
Toly showed up close to midnight, having been "busy" with Alex all day. *wink wink nudge nudge* or, well, according to Avi's phone-call anyway. Everyone except me and Liza and Stan and Avi mysteriously disappeared around one oclock. Liza got extremely pissed off and went and sat in the road for about ten minutes, later joined by Stan. Then we all went to look for/mug them. Everyone had a go on Liza's bike. I think we went to bed around two, but I didn't sleep much, I just lay there with my eyes closed, which does not in any way explain why I haven't conked out today. I did get a little sleep while babysitting. Anyway, we got up at like eight, for some reason, Toly having left much earlier, and Anna caught her bus. We couldn't wake Stan up even by throwing Liza's old Meeko plushie at him, and Liza herself remained coccooned in her blanket even after being forcibly de-bedded by Laivi and Aryeh. Her mum gave me and avi and stan lifts (I think stan broke the record of going from semi-comatose to OMGWHATWHERELIFTIMREADY) and I didn't have breakfast, probably thanks to the pizza.
I heard about London just after Toly arrived. that was a major WTF. I mean... whoa. We worked out the time difference - I would have been watching Idle Hands at Avi's with Stan and Sasha and val when it happened. I don't have anyone in London closer than a Random Internet Person, the acronym of which is now sounding ominous. I must say, though, from the flood on livejournal it seems the brits are taking it pretty well. None of that crass American OMGWTFWEREGONNADIEARGHARGH, they're just calmly bandaging the wounded and giving their relatives tea.
My current conspiracy theory is that the USA organised it to shift attention from world hunger and G8, which they can't be bothered with, over to terrorsim, where they look like they're actually trying to DO something. Al Quaeda did claim it, but that doesn't really mean anything nowadays. I mean, seriously, I'm surprised that when George Bush fell off his bicycle there wasn't an Al Quaeda Terrorist (tm) jumping up and down going "Ooh! We did it! We did it!"
In closing I should probably go and sleep.
