Twas the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last minute knowledge.

Most were quite sleepy,
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays
danced in their heads.

Out in the taverns,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
would loosen their thinking.

In my own apartment,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.

My roommate was speechless,
His nose in his books,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.

I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were shot.

I stared at my notes,
But my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes went ablur,
I just couldn't study.

"Some pizza might help,"
I said with a shiver,
But each place I called
Refused to deliver.

I'd nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades had in school.

When all of a sudden,
Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put It Off
Ambled inside.

Her spirit was careless,
Her manner was mellow,
She started to bellow:

"What kind of student
Would make such a fuss,
To toss back at teachers
What they tossed at us?"

"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On Last Year's Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit,
And Last Minute Crams!"

Her message delivered,
She vanished from sight,
But we heard her laughing
Outside in the night.

"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best.
Happy Finals to All,
And to All, a good test."

All my friends are leaving Brisbane appears to be the latest indie movie coming out in November.

No idea what it'll be like, but I'll probably go and see it anyway, because it's always different/fun/strange/exciting/weird when you see your home town on the big screen. I sat through 48 Shades of Brown for that very reason.

I sort of figure everyone else has known about this for weeks, but just in case: the privacy settings on Facebook have been changed so your profile will show up if someone chooses to search you through Google or something similar.

It's one of those automatic changes which you have to opt out of through your privacy settings, rather than opt in. Even if you have your profile set to 'friends' at the moment, it will still show up your name and photo in Google, Yahoo, etc if someone searches it.

If that idea doesn't appeal to you, sign into Facebook, go to 'Privacy' up the top, click 'Search', and go down until you see the box saying 'Allow my public search listing to be indexed by external search engines (ex. Google, Yahoo, MSN)' and un-check it. And of course, press 'save' down the bottom.

Has anyone ever actually drank coca-cola and beer? If yes, is it as disgusting as it sounds?

I mean, I'm all for rum and coke, I'm just...not entirely convinced about this beer and coke jazz.

So basically, you know you're a complete nerd when you see that, understand, and then laugh yourself silly. *win*

Also. I need to completely reorganise room as the kitten keeps ending up on top of duchess/desk/bookcase and knocking all my junk off. GOOD WORK, KITTEH.

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...Thank you, whoever you are.

I don't know why it is, but for the last few times I've parked here I haven't had to pay for a ticket. People just either give me one, or I'll go to the machine to pay and there'll be one held down by a rock or something.

Also, my cappuchino just went from a small to a large, and it tastes so wonderful today! It's exactly how I like it. Karma must be smiling on me and my coffee addiction in general :)

How is everyone else's Mondays going?

So, talking about preferred contact methods when you're trying to work out if someone is interested in you...

Poll #949414 The Chase
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

I prefer to be

Just a tip: I really am that oblivious. When I answer on a tangent, I'm not being sarcastic or 'trying to be funny'. That's just how I understood the question because I was probably thinking of something else while I was talking to you. Don't take it personally, it happends a lot.

I'm chasing a pair of shorts in the same style as this, except sold in Australia and different colour/pattern/whatever. Any ideas on where I could look?

Also, my taste in clothing seems to have changed. Yeah, this skirt really isn't that much of a surprise. You could dress it up for work, but also with a cute tee and ballet flats it'd be okay for casual meetups too. But this skirt? Yeah, I don't know. Not my usual, but I like it.

Quick Christmas run-down: Mum and Dad loved their surprise Santa, which was awesome. They really didn't suspect anything, so they just sort of stood and looked at the basket for awhile and then went through it carefully and looking at everything. Fantastic fun! I got a new camera for Christmas which was REALLY awesome. (I've been feeling the abscence of a working camera like a missing limb. Okay, exaggeration. But still, missing.) Oh, and a cute hat and some chocolates and books. Naioce. Having the relatives over wasn't fun, but it seems they're a lot more bearable while drinking scotch. Something to keep in mind for next year.

Alex and I have decided to play Santa for Mum and Dad. It's gonna be an AWESOME surprise, and because they're so busy with everything else, they still haven't clicked onto what we're doing. Which is unusual, really. They usually catch us well before we put sneaky plans into motion. Vast majority of presents are wrapped and hidden under my bed, the cold things (champagne, chocolate, coffee...) are actually over at my Grandad's house in his downstairs fridge. I think he's quite amused by the whole shenanigans as well. The one glitch might be that there's so much stuff that it doesn't fit in the basket any more, BUT WE CAN MAKE IT WORK.

I suck at Christmas cards. If you were expecting one, think of it as a...New Years card instead. Isn't that nice? Isn't it grand to extend the season just that little bit extra?

Number of bad puns made so far: 23. Top two contenders (both to do with baking):

'It's a rather whisky business, isn't it?' and
'Are you ready to RUMBAAALLLL'.

Both of which are incredibly lame, and yet somehow encapsulate the entire family attitude come Christmas. Yes, we are dorks.

So, my Mum gets really houseproud around Christmas. All these people coming over and so our usually quite tidy house (it gets tidied and vacumned once a week - generally speaking it's fairly neat) suddenly has to be cleaned to the point where it's quite possibly a contender for Better Homes and Gardens.

Anyway, point being that we were weeding around the back patio and guess what? On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, THREE MILLION FIRE ANTS, SWARMING THROUGH THE PAVERS. Bugger. The fuckers nearly bit me. Wtf do you do about Fire Ants again?

1. I'm addicted to 'So You Think You Can Dance?', even though I scorn most reality TV shows. I watch the dances and the prep, and then press the mute button when the judges start speaking because that pisses me off. I spent the afternoon looking up what happens later on in the series because I know it's finished in the US.

2. Shaving is one of those things that just confound me. I don't understand how other people shave their legs without needing a blood transfusion afterwards; because it seemingly doesn't matter which type of razor I use, in which direction I shave, how light or hard I press, how slow or fast I go, I will end up looking like I've gone a bout with Edward Scissorhands. Thus, I end up either waxing or using hair removal creme. Or, you know, shaving and then hitting the liquid bandaid afterwards while cursing madly.

3. I'd never been to the top of the lookout before Saturday, and the view is amazing. If you go down the track about 200 metres, you can get to the point where there's enough of a distance from the lookout itself, and enough cover that you can't see Griffith Uni or Garden City, and you can pretend that you've just left civilization however temporarily.

4. I'm pretty sure that I could survive on mangoes and pina coladas alone if I was given half a chance. Please, somebody, give me half a chance.

5. Not embarrassing so muich as stupid, but I have contacts that I'm meant to wear. But they hurt my eyes. So I wear my glasses instead. Excpet I'm vain and I don't like my glasses. So I often don't wear either and just end up squinting into the distance and nodding like I understand what's going on when people point out something spectacular.

6. It took me two years of modelling and promotional work to convince myself that I wasn't hideous. A year after modelling for me to look at a photo of myself and concede that maybe I wasn't completely unphotogenic in normal photos, and another year for me to be able to look in the mirror and mostly be happy with what I saw.

Make a snowflake. I really love the idea of this. Make a snowflake, send it in, and the more snowflakes that people make and design, the more that this company will send into the Salvation Army. So, um. Go make a snowflake! XD

_tehrin's present has been sent off in the mail, and awesome things will happen. I hope it makes it there before Christmas, but if not, um. Oh well! Merry Christmas anyway ♥ hope it's a good one bub. Christmas cards in general get sent out on Monday, they might end up being New Years cards instead. Sorry! Christmas snuck up on me this year.

In general? Driving goes well. I have Season One of Supernatural on DVD. Harken, the obsession. I went clothes shopping and conquered once more. I want more work. Cos I want more money. Christmas is being officially held at our place this year after all, bugger. Alex is going out. D and K are having issues. I'm sleepy and silly and looking forward to watching a Muppets Christmas Carol. Speaking of, there's now a Muppets Wizard of Oz; this would make Nikki sceam in horror if she knew. Christmas message is that I love y'all because you are wonderful and amazing people.

OH! And I wasn't going to do this because I hate asking for stuff, but! Does anyone want to buy me some more paid account time with the 'give more' thing Livejournal is doing this year? We can do a swap or something on it; I don't know. I just want those 100 icons, wow.

Anyone want a Christmas card from me? The comments are screened, so usual drill. Leave me your name and address, and a pretty little Christmas card will be flying your way some time next week. If you'd rather email me, flossums@hotmail.com

...I need a Christmas icon :(

It's funny, but you never see it coming. Sitting on the bus minding your own business and listening to Powderfinger when all of a sudden the bus dips and just goes, shuddering and jerking and bouncing and rattling everywhere as it continues moving down the hill. Even after the bus driver has grabbed the steering wheel hard enough to leave welts on his hands afterwards and yelled for everyone to just hold on to something as he tries to keep the bus on the road and other cars swerve out the way. Even after the strong scent of smoke fills your nose and the bus has rattled to a stop not 10 metres away from the next stop.

The ironic part is that the song I was listening to was 'Don't Panic'.

No one was hurt, although the driver was a bit/a lot in shock. I wish I'd thought to stay and makeif he was okay but I was a bit in shock myself. Such a little thing; the wheel came off it's axel and sent the bus into a tailspin. And yet, still kinda scary. No one was at fault, even though the bus driver kept on shaking and apologizing.

I have no idea how many people know this, but it was actually the start of the Advent Year last Sunday. Kinda a Spiritual New Year, which is a good time to take a look at your life and what's been happening and what you want to happen. Not that there's ever a bad time to look at that kind of stuff I guess, but this just gives an excuse or a reason if you need it.

Work goes well - I'm building myself up a good reputation, and whatever; I'm getting paid. Joey is happy and content, and busy. I'm happiest when I'm like that. There's a heap of personal stuff I need to do (mail off Erin's Christmas present and cards, post up a musicspam for guiltyschu, mail off merihns present, call SBS, post ArtMo, etc, etc. SOON.) but that should get done soon enough. Hopefully no one minds!

and crazy is the forecast all week...

Deans fucking Scholar, right here baby! XD

It's perhaps a little bit sad how pleased I am over this.