The Time Has Come…

21 Aug

Dudes, let me just say what we’ve all known is coming…

I’m done.

I’d like to say I have the time and inclination to continue to write long posts frequently, but I just don’t. I teach part-time now, I have my own business, I’m pretty much living with El Photog these days (and will be officially living with her when I get back from Japan), oh yeah, I’m going to Japan, plus otherwise living life. Between all of that, I just don’t rate sitting down and writing posts anymore.

However, all is not lost. I still spend a fair amount of time online, so I’m not giving it all up. In fact, I think the decision will bring a new life to my online presence. Between Twitter (follow me @Grace_Downunder) and FB (Nah, probs won’t add you if you’re just a random) I post a huge amount of links and pictures and little stories and random bits and pieces, so rather than continuing to clog up everyone’s feed with my posts and to stay connected those this whole blogosphere, I’ve made a Tumblr.

I don’t promise a post a day, or even a post a week. I am incredibly sporadic, some weeks it’ll be 30 posts and then I’ll get busy for a month and show you no love, but it will be cool, I promise!

Of course, I can’t just walk away from this without saying just a few words. I owe blogging so much! Blogging has provided me with some of the most wonderful people in my life. Some of these people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, or even hanging out with in “real life”, others I’m yet to cross paths with but I’ve had so many wonderful experiences with these peeps. Blogging has given me an outlet that I’m certain has saved my life, having a place to vent and process and work through stuff that seemed insurmountable at the time, to a group of unfailingly supportive and lovely readers is more than I could have ever asked for. It’s lead to opportunity, networks and all sorts of awesome connections that are just awesome. It’s you that has made this so fun, knowing there are people out there who care enough to visit my URL is just so special. Despite not having updated for months, I’m still getting about 40 hits a day, that’s mad! Maybe it’s all spambots or whatever else, but it’s awesome.

So, I guess that’s it. I’d love you all to come and play on Tumblr with me. I’ll never say never to returning to blogging in the original sense, but for now, something a bit more flexible works for me.

Catch you on the flipside, loves!

I’m Alive!

30 Jun

Well, I was still alive a couple of weeks ago, but I was also super busy since then, so there you go…

I would love to tell you in graphic detail about the horrors of having my teeth out, but really, it was pretty pleasant. I went into the hospital, there was hardly any waiting, I got admitted and put on my gown and then before I knew it I was wheeled into theater. The nice Doctor put the drip in and I barely felt it (the part I was most scared of!) and then he told me to think of a nice warm beach. I told him I didn’t like the beach, and he told me to think of a nice warm shopping centre. I had some nice dreams and the next thing I knew I was waking up and a nurse was tying ice packs around my face. I woke up really easily, I didn’t feel sick or anything, just that my face was really swollen. They checked all my vitals and I got dressed and then sat in the recovery area. I asked to rinse out my mouth because it felt kinda bloody but other than that, it was all good. My lower jaw, bottom lip and tongue were all numb. It felt weird to talk and I couldn’t open my mouth very wide. They gave me lemonade and a straw but if your tongue is asleep, a straw is incredibly hard to use.

After about 40 minutes I was allowed to go so D’Daddy drove me home. I was feeling a bit shit, just kinda swollen and numb so I come home and jumped straight into bed. I woke up after a few hours and tied to frozen peas to my head and then dozed sitting up on the couch. I slept in a recliner for the first night, I was scared of rolling over in my sleep and sleeping on my cheek so I figured a recliner was best.

The next day it was alright, all of my face was awake again and I was just taking normal pain killers. I’d had some pureed apple and custard the night before and was starving but pureed anything was all I was up for. That night I had the opening night for the exhibition I was in. You might have seen the pics of my face on FB, it was really big. All of my work sold within the first few hours of opening, which was tops and a lot of my peeps came out to see it which was also cool but I was still feeling a little bit dazed and confused.

By about day four I was only on Panadol once a day and my face was pretty much back to normal. I only had a little bit of bruising which I think was helped by the fact I was icing my face heaps and slept sitting up for the first two nights. I’ve only started to eat properly in the past couple of days and I’m still full of stitches. I have a fuckload of stitches in my mouth and they don’t seem very intent on dissolving, but that’s ok because I can eat toast again.

That was probably the thing I disliked most about the whole ordeal. No toast for like a week and a bit, it was very rough. El Photog took very good care of me, she bought me magazines to read, a stuffed toy to cuddle and more custard than I could jump over. She made me many meals of soft eggs, fetched ice packs from the freezer and otherwise listened to me whinge and whine about hurting or not being able to move my mouth properly. I love her ๐Ÿ˜€

Things are still super busy. I’m applying for jobs, making stock like a crazy woman and getting ready for a few custom pieces. If you want me to do any custom work, now is the time to ask, I’ve got a little bit of time before the semester goes back!

Teeth Points

15 Jun

So right now, everything pales in comparison to my teeth. Specifically my RHS bottom wisdom tooth, it’s causing me more paint than I thought was possible. I don’t know if it’s infected, or just really shoving all my other teeth or, because of its position, whether it’s just really growing into my cheek, but it hurts like shit. It hurts to talk, swallow, chew, open my mouth, sleep, move and exist. I actually think how I will feel post-op will be a joy compared to how I feel right now.

In just two sleeps, I’ll be the proud owner of four less teeth. Not really “teeth” as such, since they are all growing sideways and don’t do anything my other teeth do, a couple of them have smashed up against other molars, trapping little germs and causing decay which has broken them so they are jagged and sharp and growing into my cheeks. It’s entirely my own fault that this is happening since I’m a massive sissy who has actively avoided dealing with having them removed until now.

They just called to move my appointment forward (YAY!) so that is very awesome. I’m spending the weekend with El Photog who will have the pleasure of listening to me moan in pain, feeding me baby food and otherwise being an epic shit with a sore mouth.

Yeah, I don’t know what else to say. I’m getting a haircut tomorrow in a vain attempt to having something going for me on Friday when I have the opening of the exhibition I’m in. I might be swollen and a little bloody and starting to bruise, but I will have great hair (it’s all about the details).

Catch you on the flip side! (With fewer teeth!) If you’re lucky, I might do one of those birth story type posts, where I explain my medical procedure in graphic detail. I fear it will be “So I got admitted, then they gave me this big fuck off needle and the next thing I remember I was awake and had four less teeth” but that’s still a fun story!

Brooding as Fuck

4 Jun

Right now,ย  I am in a coffee shop playing on my Mac while El Photog spends some time brushing on up graphic design-y stuff for the person she’s relieving while he goes on his honeymoon (yeah, she’s THAT clever. Photos AND can design magazine layouts and stuff). I feel like such a wanker, smooth jazz is pumping, I am sipping a coffee based drink and people watching.

To my left, a mother and daughter duo fussing over the daughter’s baby. Daughter is plagued with the typical new mother guilt “He’s not eating enough”, “I think I’ve dressed him too warmly”, “Oh, I didn’t realise these booties weren’t fair trade” (all actual quotes) and Mother is kinda letting her talk, not really doing anything to agree with her or address her concerns. They are both interacting with each other, yet they don’t seem at all connected, it’s weird.

Outside, on my right, is a group of older dudes all in black. Some have bald heads, and tattoos or a combination of these characteristic. I assume they are planning burglaries and casino heists but it’s more likely they are planning a charity event or discussing someone’s recent conversion to Buddhism. Being judgmental, it’ll get you every time.

Not a lot goes on in a coffee shop mid Friday arvo, I suspect if this was a bar things would be slightly more pumping….but they probs wouldn’t have free wifi ๐Ÿ˜‰

Remember Me?

2 Jun

Hey, I’m not sure if you remember me? I’m Jen, I used to blog here about a million years ago…

So, I am very almost done with the first semester of uni. All in all, it wasn’t a great idea. I don’t have the time to study full time, I’m not sure why I thought I did, but I really don’t. Even dropping one subject didn’t make a massive difference, however, I made it through and next semester I’ll be studying part time (and hopefully externally, if I can find any of my subjects that offer it) so the hideousness of the last few weeks should never be repeated.

El Photog and I are super loved up. Like truly, madly, deeply. I think for all intents and purposes we basically live together, it’s a stretch if I stay at my own house two nights a week these days. I just don’t get sick of her. There are very, very few people who don’t start to shit me after a while, but she is just one of them. It’s all new for me, I’ve never been this loved up before. It’s only been a couple of months but happily ever afters have already started to be discussed, not even in the “LoLz, let’s get married, hahahah” kinda way but in the “I really want to wake up next to you every morning until forever” kinda way. This weekend I met her entire extended family, it was very much a “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” occasion being the only vego in the room, but thankfully a friend of ours also came for a while to help with the photo shoots (yep, I told you it was big) and he’s vegan so I had someone to take the heat off ๐Ÿ˜‰ I had a really fun time, I think there was more people in that room than there is in my entire family tree and it turns out Greek people are super loud so I had kind of a dull headache by the end of the evening, but not a bad word to say. I was welcomed so warmly, THANK GOD!

Business/arty stuff is really starting to pick up. The benefits of dating a photographer (aside from touching boobs) is having my product photos done…they aren’t done yet, but they will be soon so I will have a fancy new Etsy store to sell from. I’m in another exhibition in a couple of weeks. I’ll be showing five papercuttings and the most exciting bit about this one is that it will be on a while, so people can come and see my work AND I get the chance to sell them! It’s potentially a chance to make some phat cash, which would be awesome! I’ve been doing a monthly market and have inquired about a weekly one starting up soon. I’ve also been in talks about getting some space at a studio in the Valley and also having my work sold in a gallery shop, so please keep your fingers crossed tightly!

I guess that’s it for now? I thought for a long time I’d just delete my blog but now, having written a post, I think I remember why I like doing this. I actually miss it, so rather than promise to blog more often and feel bad when I don’t get aย  chance to do it, I’m just gonna say “Hi” and please know that I am around the traps, I miss you guys and I do want to blog more regularly so you just might be hearing more from me!

3 weeks!

29 Apr

God, it’s been over three weeks since I last updated! Not cool.

Uni is super busy, I just recently dropped one subject and it’s making life far better. Three subjects is still full time but next semester I intend to just do two subjects. It means it will take longer to finish my courses but I am down with that, at the moment, I have no time to do anything so it’s not working for me.

I am still all loved up. El Photog is super busy at the moment being all talented and successful but I still stay over at least 3/4 nights a week. Last weekend we went away to her housemate’s parents house in the hinterlands near Byron Bay. It was totally amazing. Gorgeous weather, a super amazing place to stay and just heaps of time chilling together, it was so fantastic. Even more amazing, after almost three days of each others company 24/7, there was no fighting or nit picking! It’s just awesome, she is awesome, I am very happy at the moment ๐Ÿ™‚

Business stuff is also going well, I’ve got another market coming up which should be cool. I had one the other month which was pretty good – aside from being as hot as fuck and wildly uncomfortable but this time the weather should be a little cooler and I have invested in some low beach chairs, so comfort levels will be better as well. El Photog is incredibly wonderful to me and is going to help me get a product catalogue sorted and shoot my things for a new online store. I would really like to start getting stocked in stores by the end of this year, so a product catalogue will be very useful for that. Brisbane is also getting an In.cube8r, so I wanna grab a cube when that opens too!

What else? Fam is good, friends are good, I’ve booked to go to Japan later in the year, once with the Fam and a few weeks later with Ramz-o-saurus. No real idea how I’m going to afford these trips just now, but I am hopeful it will sort itself out.

I’ve just registered as a Qld Teacher, I figured almost 2 years after I graduated is a good time to actually get it done, plus it means I can get relief work in schools. Relief teachers get paid silly amounts of money, and if there is anything I like a whole bunch, it’s silly amounts of money! It also means I don’t have to work at the Magic Store anymore. It stresses me out in a massive way, not the work so much, but the dude I work with. It’s not worth the amount of stress I get as a result of working there.

Right now I have to run because I have an appointment with an oral surgeon. After years and years and years of dodging the fact I need to have my wisdom teeth out, I’ve bitten the bullet and started making moved towards having it done.It terrifies me, but it’s getting a little bit ridiculous now, so it’s time…

It’s Official

4 Apr

El Photog and I have had the talk, and we are FB official now.

Well, real life official too, but it’s also had the official announcement on the Book of Face. It’s kinda funny having that conversation. Pretty much since we had dinner for the first time, we’ve kinda of become intertwined. Her housemates are just super lovely (and are now FB friends of mine), her friends are really nice and it’s just so fun. She’s so good at what she does, and is so motivated and driven and just a total pleasure to be around. Despite the fact she has amazing olive skin, superย  thick, wonderful hair and eyelashes I would kill for – I am most fond of her. She’s been away shooting at Bluesfest for the long weekend and I haven’t seen her since Tuesday night. I miss her. It’s ok, I will see her Tuesday after work and then we have lots of fun things to do over the next couple of weeks, so it’s all ok. It’s sort of nice to miss someone, it makes all the reason you want to be around someone all the time super obvious.

Even more excitingly, she’s going to let me have a go at being a stylist on a shoot she’s doing soon. It’s just a shoot she’s doing as a favour, but it’s still exciting being a stylist. I really love dressing people and making things look great so I think it will be something really fun to do. Not to mention the fact she thinks I am clever enough to help her, it’s really awesome. She is really awesome.

In other news, uni is ok, I feel like I am super behind is everything and going to fail miserably, but I think it’ll be ok. It won’t be amazing, but it will be alright and I’m ok with alright. My businessy stuff is feeling really promising at the moment and my wonderful Photog is going to help me do some product shots so I can put together a bit of a catalogue. She’s also got some pretty awesome contacts and she won’t let me chicken out of awesome opportunities like I am so good at doing, so I think things are gonna work out really well….all thanks to her ๐Ÿ™‚

I am a shit blogger #8763

27 Mar

Dudes, hi! I am not sure if you remember me, I’m Jen. Yep, the girl who you’ve been reading for years, the girl who was once a dedicated post-a-day blogger…. yeah, that’s me. Anyways, rather than telling you I’m sorry (yet again) for being neglectful, I’ll update you and then tell you what’s the new plan.

Ok, so you know how I said I didn’t expect to meet anyone? Yes, well, that’s normally a big invitation for the Universe to come along and kick you in the face and make you realise that you don’t control everything, and this time was no exception. So, I’ve kinda met someone… let’s call her El Photog. So, as you might be able to deduce from her cryptic blog name, she’s a photographer. A pretty good one, in fact. If you pick up any street press* in Brisbane the odds are very good you’ll see her work, not to mention all the other projects she works on.

Anyways, aside from being really good at what she does, she’s also just really nice, super smart and just a pleasure to be around. She cooks, comes Greek heritage so she has olive skin and eyelashes that inspire fits of jealousy but she totally gets my deep and passionate love of haloumi, she also owns her own business and gets what I do. The other night we were lying in bed talking about invoices and BAS statements (I know BAS statements is the same as ATM machines, try and deal). It’s pretty new so I can’t tell you heaps more simply because I don’t really know, we have plans to see each other fairly often, so let’s just say we are seeing each other? If nothing else, the quality and composition of the photos I post are bound to improve somewhat ๐Ÿ˜‰

So the other news is, I am going to commit to weekly posts, at the very least. There is no real reason I can’t do this, aside from the fact I tend to piss away non-uni time so I end up with no time. The blame lies quite heavily on “Bouncing Balls” on FB, it’s becoming a problem. I should probably just cut myself off from it like I had to do with “Crystal Balls” and “Bejewelled”. I’m a fairly non-competitive person, but if someone beats me at a FB game it becomes a blood spot to regain my title. Clearly time that would be better spent on more worthwhile pursuits. I’m going to Japan twice in September and October of this year, so making some money from said pursuits is rather paramount. Watch this space for my new Etsy store!

*I know anyone who is involved with street press tends to loathe it, and it’s considered the lowest common denominator in any professional circles, but you know what? I love it. I love it’s free, and accessable and a really tops way to get a bunch of cool perspectives on stuff. Not to mention the fact you can actually get your work in print. Call me old school, but there will be epic squealing when I get published in street press. It thrills me!

Quick Dots

10 Mar
  • There was a pair of underpants on the floor of my lecture theatre this morning. Girl underpants. Worn ones, I could tell because they were kinda rolled up like they get when you take them off. I’ve thought about them most of the day (is there any way I can say that without sounding like a total fucking nutter??) I just wonder if they’d fallen out the bottom of someone’s jeans, caught up in the leg from last time they were worn and wriggled their way out during the lecture. Did someone realise you could see them through a white skirt or dress and shimmy out of them? Or, most horrifyingly, was someone getting busy in a lecture?? Lectures aren’t that dark, and there is someone standing up there talking on a microphone and considering they were in the fixth or sith row, that’s pretty fucking close to the front. Not to mention to 500 or so other people in the theatre and the fact they RECORD THAT SHIT. Nothing says romance like incredibly public sex…
  • I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it, but I am off chocolate at the moment. Since the start of the month, in fact. I haven’t even cheated! It has been incredibly difficult, chocolate is second only to air in my life, so not eating it has been a pretty big deal. For the first couple of days I would have licked it from underneath someone’s fingernails but now it’s easing off and becoming a bit more manageable. I am knee deep in wicked PMS at the moment and I still haven’t eaten it. I really do have an addiction, I am not sure if I will be able to eat it again. Like how alcoholics can’t just have one drink at a party, I don’t think I can just be a casual chocolate eater, so the healthier option is just not to eat it at all.
  • I have at least one piece of assessment due each week between now and the end of semester. For those playing at home, that’s a fuck load of assessment. They are mostly little shitty bits but they aren’t so small it’s worth not doing, so it’s just enough to bump up the stress levels and add that extra bit of pressure.ย  Awesome!

All Filler, No Killer

5 Mar
  • I know, I know, this is not quality blogging by any stretch of the imagination. Let’s go ahead and assume that I’m a once a week blogger now.ย  I’ll give you a big update about everything and then maybe next time it will be more exciting…or not. It could go either way…
  • Second week of uni is almost over. I’ve got a piece of assessment due today,ย  a couple of things due next week and then it’s fairly steady for the rest of the semester. Crazy, no? Turns out double degrees are a bit of work. If I had to choose, I prefer Business faculty over Creative Industries. Business gets shit done, the websites for each subject are well padded with readings and lecture notes and things and C.I. subjects have few to no readings, no lecture notes, nothing. It’s frustrating. Because of work I can’t make my C.I. lectures, one is podcast which is tops but the other (ironically, for a Film and TV subject) isn’t filmed/podcast nor do they even put up lecture notes. Three out of four subjects being fairly reasonably isn’t so bad, I guess?
  • So, work. I don’t love it. It was good when I didn’t have uni…or Grace…and my business wasn’t so busy but now, it’s long and inflexible. A couple of weeks ago I gave noticed and the dude I worked with convinced me not to and that we can swap days or drop down to one day, then when I mentioned it earlier in the week he told me it wasn’t possible. Dude, really, it was your fucking suggestion. I want to stop working there. I don’t want to start getting behind with uni when it’s only first semester, first year. My business is picking up and I don’t want to start turning away customers for the sake of working at someone else’s business and I am busy with writing. I’d like to be paid to write one day so that means doing a whole lot of unpaid writing until someone thinks I’m good enough to be paid, not to mention the fact I really like to do it. I will still have to do some work to supplement my income, but I’d prefer to just do a day or two of casual teaching which will be better money and far more flexible.
  • Friends and other peeps? I don’t forecast meeting uni friends this semester. I’ve had all but one of my tutes so far – in two of the three I am the oldest person and in one I am the second oldest person. I don’t mean like six months older than the other peeps either, I mean of the thirty kids in a tute, twenty five of them are fresh outta high school, four have done aย  year of something else at Uni or TAFE and the one is me.ย  It’s fabulous feeling like the crypt keeper every time I venture onto campus. It’s funny to see which kids won’t be around by week six. While most of them are very, very young a few of them have realised that uni is actually a bit hard so it’s worth buying textbooks and not just coming to campus to piss around and have coffees and pretend to be an adult. Constrast this to the giggly twits who wear messy buns, denim hotpants and didn’t know there was essential readings for the class on the subject website. It really makes you wonder what gross administrative error resulted in their enrolment because God knows they do a very nice job of appearing to be as smart as a box of hair. I’m all for being a bit slack at uni, but there is a difference between putting in an 73% effort when you know you could probably do better and just really showing up purely to fuck around and meet “hot guys”.
  • LOL, I just realised I missed the “other peeps” part, but that’s because there are no other peeps. No one on my radar. Miss Jones will possibly be back at the end of the month so that will be weird. Not bad weird, just weird because I am so used to her being gone now so it would be weird if she was around. Dish is still not interested or unavailable or whatever you wanna call it, so nothing there. I am over the single thing again. I don’t have the time or energy to pursue anyone or anything so, fuck it all. I’d rather like a partner in crime again, but what are you gonna do, right? My horoscope for this month makes it sound like each day is bubbling with romantic possibilities and the party I am going to tonight was the same party I first met Miss Jones at last year, so I suppose you just never know.
  • I think that is all for now?ย  If anything exceptional happens tonight, I promise a weekend update but if no update you can go ahead and assume the ordinariness continued. Stay cool, chickens. Catch you in a week.