Worked on two songs today, the song formerly known as "Pilot To My Head" and "Back-Up Plan"....they're slowly but surely coming along...

Had dinner and drinks with Adrian the other night, it was good to catch up, as always. After listening to his long history of pets, I realised how much I wish I had one! So I've decided that if I get to stay in Oz, I'm going to buy myself a fish!

We just got a fish at work, thanks to Mel. What a great idea--it's amazing how much that little fishy livens the place up. Mel took pity on the poor little yankee who never had a pet before and let me pick 'em out. She says I can name him, too, and I don't know if I'm the best person for that job, but I suppose as long as we don't call him "Lunch" like Matt and Owen want, it should be okay.

The poor little bugger was shitting himself all day, until we put on the Spice Girls CD and that calmed him right down....interesting!
For now, I'm calling him Mr. T. He's an orange fella (Fan fish?) with a big black stripe and a little mohawk-looking fine on the top...very cute little spunk. I can just imagine him with little mini gold chains around his neck. :)

There's more stuff going on, but it's top secret! Muhahahahahahahha!

And no, no news yet!

Woo-hoo! It's 10:10pm and I'm still at work. Let's not talk about it, but a freaky crazy guy and a weird overly friendly taxi driver was involved with our late night work meeting.

Today I brought 3 fun packs of M&Ms to work and I downed the first too, like, funnily enough, candy. When I went for the third, I stared at the un-opened package in shock--it was unopen yet only contained one M&M. What's a yank to do? Why, sue, of course! ;) Nah, I'm not gonna sue, but hell, if they wanna give me a free pack of M&Ms, I won't complain.

Thanks to Berlei fashions and Tiff @ Spin for the courtesy Olympic bra/panty set in my requested silver. It totally rocks. It's a sports bra/panties set that looks like you should go clubbing in it. Rock on!

Tomorrow night I go see Muse & Rumanastone @ Fox Studios.

Sweet dreams!

How do I keep missing days? Blogger should let you go back and make up days, dammit. If I wait till midnight to write something up, the whole damn day disappears. That's okay, blogger, I still love you. I finally finished the National Campus Band Comp article and I should have an interview with the national champs, Couchgrinder by the end of the week. Nice boys, they are. This evening I met up with the lovely Niamh. A good conversation goes a looooooooooong way. I am yawning so hard my jaw just cracked...sweet dreams!

Another Sunday night, another night on the couch with the Sunday night movie. ;) I really don't have any sort of routine in my life to speak of, but this might be it. Tonight was City of Angels which Ben and Jorge told me would make me cry. They were right. I'd never seen it before, but the fact that it made me cry wasn't too shocking. I cry at bad soap operas too. Once again, drama queen that I am, I put myself in the place of the main characters. Tonight I was both Nicholas Cage and Meg Ryan, well, their characters anyway. On one hand it was a cheesy Pinnochio story romance, but I'm a sucker for all of that on some level. I think what I liked most was the whole issue of free-will and the amazing re-claiming of the human senses. I love books/movies/or whatever that make you remember the little things. Like if you've been sick in bed for a few days, just dragging yourself up to take a shower--you instantly feel a thousand times better. A little soap and water and feeling clean might do you better than any medicine. And I love any movie that highlights the sensation of food. I realise now that my life has slowly started to revolve around food. At any given moment, somewhere in the back of mind, I'm planning my next meal. I bought my first bavarian chocolate creme pie just for me this evening. No, I didn't eat it all in one go, but damn if those two pieces weren't divine. Anyway, the whole visa stress has taken a toll on me recently, but I'm not giving up without a big fight! Sorry, Australia, I'm hooked :)

My visa expires in less than two weeks...my oh my does time fly...I left California last year on Halloween, October 31st, and on Karen's birthday (you're almost as old as me, sweetie) and I arrived in Sydney on November 2nd. November 1st, 1999 did not exist for me. Kind of symbolic actually. If any of you have checked out the Dark Month web site, like you all should have by now, if only to take a gander at how boring all my writing there is, you'd know that in Celtic mythology, October 31st is New Year's Eve. November 1st is the start of a new year...a new beginning. And certainly, the 14hr non-stop flight from Los Angeles (oooh, city of angels! ;) to Sydney definitely marked a new beginning for me.

I had another great chat with Zoe again today and we've decided there are two very important reasons why I just can't leave Oz at the moment. A) I can't miss her birthday in December and B) as I've been saying all along, I haven't started my band here yet. That's one of the things I came her for, and dammit, I can't leave until I've done it! If only DIMA would see it that way ;)

p.s. If anyone wants to start a petition to keep me in Oz, lemme know ;)