December 30th, 2009
Well, 2009 was pretty crazy.
In February, I saw Fall Out Boy, Hey Monday and The All American Rejects with a few of my friends. I also got beat up by a 12 year old and ended up with a concussion. It wasn’t awesome.
April was the month of AHBL Supernatural Convention! I went to Sydney and met Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins. Oh, and Danneel Harris. It was pretty amazing. I also went on holiday to Sydney – I grew up there, but hadn’t been back in years. Steph and I also discovered the fantasticness that is Pancakes on the Rocks. Seriously, if you’re ever in Sydney, go there. You’ll thank me.
In May, Steph, Sam and I hung out with MC Lars after seeing him play an instore! I also watched the pilot of Glee and fell in love.
September was the month I met the stars of Glee! Most gorgeous cast ever, seriously. I got stuff autographed, took a tonne of photos, and fell a little a lot in love. I also went to a filming of Rove, which was a good thing, because it ended up being the last season. Wait. Did I curse it?
November was full of me working as a Santa photographer, as well as December. I’m now actually immune to the sound of crying children… or just deaf. I’m not completely certain. I also got hit by customers, groped by small children, my personal space invaded, and learned how to not kill annoying people.
There’s a lot more, but it’s 2am here!
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November 28th, 2009
These cookies are amazing. My friends go gaga for them. They’re so tasty and easy to make!
Mmmm, cookies
Ingredients
2 cups plain flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
170g unsalted butter, melted
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup castor sugar (regular white sugar if you don’t have any caster. I think caster is less chunky?)
1 tablespoon vanilla extract (I always use more. Usually double)
2 eggs
2 cups chocolate chips (hah. Or more. I use Cadbury Chocolate Chips, they’re the yummiest)
1. Preheat oven to 165c (That’s 330f, for those of you who still use ye olde system)
2. Sift the flour, baking soda, and salt into a bowl. This is so there’s no lumps in it, which makes it easier
3. Mix the melted butter, brown sugar, and caster sugar together, until it’s blended. Then add the vanilla essence and eggs, and blend all that until it’s a creamy mix. Actually, it looks kinda gross. Add the flour/baking soda/salt mixture to this, and stir it all together until it looks like actual cookie dough (and tastes it!). Throw the choc chips into this, and stir them through, so you don’t get fail cookies with like, three choc chips.
4. Spoon this onto a lined baking tray. I get about six to a tray, but as you can see, I make ginormous cookies.
5. Cook for about 15 minutes, or until the edges are a nice brown colour. Let them cool before moving them, or they’ll break apart
6. Enjoy. These things are like crack!
5.
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November 13th, 2009
I know I’m going to get crap for this…
but does anyone else think that the charity, To Write Love on Her Arms is really rather sketchy?
Okay, I’ve researched their income previously. They made x amount, let’s call it $100,000 to make it even. Of that, only something like 25% was accounted for. The rest? Completely unaccounted for. Most charities release their financial statements. Don’t you find it a little odd that we don’t know where 75% of all money given to them goes? The 75% would be “administrative costs”, aka “paying the people that work there”.
Of that 25%, some of it goes to an extremely sketchy charity called Mercy Ministries. You might know them as the anti-gay, pro-life, pile of crap charity that believes that people can be made straight. At their homes, they don’t allow close contact between women because of the risk of lesbianism! Isn’t that nice, donating to a charity which encourages a belief that makes a lot of teens suicidal? MM also believes in the power of exorcism. Australians may remember them as the charity that made girls entering the program sign their Centrelink payments over to them, and gave the girls no therapy but prayer. Do you really want to support this charity? TWLOHA is effectively endorsing the belief that prayer cures depression, and that being gay is something one chooses.
They’re owned by Fireproof Ministries. Y’know, the same guys who gave you XXXChurch.com? You know, selling out Jesus for the moneys?
They’re also (financially) associated with Teen Mania Ministries, which has been described as racist, women hating and hateful in general. The dude who runs it, Ron Luce also runs the Battle Cry Campaign. The BCC’s purpose is to “…ensure that Christianity survives in America by redefining society”. Read their Wiki. Tell me that isn’t a stumble away from a cult. Yeah, once again, do you want your money to support this?
Sure, they offer hope. But, you know, that extra 75% would be way better spent on actually helping people, as opposed to selling fugly tshirts and supporting homophobia. I find it sick they’ve turned depression and addiction into a damn fashion statement. I find it sick they’re using their power to help support vile and disgusting beliefs like homophobia.
When they can prove to me that they do anything but sell shirts and donate to two or three decent charities and one giant pile of arse, I’ll believe that they’re a real charity.
(Also, Jamie gets very defensive whenever someone dares to speak out against TWLOHA. Personally, I find that rather sus)
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October 10th, 2009
Topic given to me by Emma.
1. Kittycat paws
Pictured: My cat’s paw. Kittycat paws always make me smile. Well, cats in general do, but paws are just super adorable.
2. Glee
Glee is my favourite new show. It’s uplifting, fun, and just full of hope. There’s moments where you’ll want to cry, but they’re more than balanced out by moments where you’ll just want to hug someone. The music is also incredibly – so many legitimately talented singers.
3. Epic LiveJournal Comment Fests
Pictured: Glee Australia watching party comment count.
I don’t know why, but it’s just so fun to talk to people through LJ comments, especially when it hits over a few hundred comments. It’s even more fun when you look back after a while!
4. Cheesy Music
I live for this stuff. The cheesier, the better. It’s terrible and soulless but dammit, does it make me want to jump up and dance like I just got electrocuted. Or, in the other end, sing along like my heart was just broken by Jensen Ackles. Power ballads, 90s pop, girl groups, boy bands…
5. The Baby-Sitters Club
I started reading this series when I was seven. I haven’t stopped since. They’re definitely my guilty pleasure. Sure, the characters eventually because two character-trait shadows of their former self and the books had more inconsistencies than Twilight, but they’re cheesy fun. Especially Abby’s books, and Stacey’s books. When I grow up, i want to be Kristy Thomas. But less like a fascist dicator in jeans and a sweater.
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October 2nd, 2009
I listen to a lot of music. I consider most of it pretty awesome, but occassionally, a song comes up, I’m getting into it, and I hear a song that just makes me go “OMGWTF?!”. This is a list of those things. I’m automatically excluding bands that are just gigantic jokes, because that’d be too easy- I’m looking at you Broken Millionaires On The Dancefloor
1. Beyonce - Irreplaceable
I could have another you in a minute/Matter fact he’ll be here in a minute, baby
Okay, so Bey is so pissed at this guy she’s breaking up with him – apparently because he was cheating on her. Good reason to break up with a guy, in my opinion. However, she’s getting back at him by… getting with a guy exactly like him? If the first guy sucked, the other him is going to suck . Personally, I’d go with “I’ll have a rich, successful, smart, gorgeous male model/CEO of a Fortune 500 company/Jensen Ackles in a minute/matter fact he’ll be here in a minute”.
2. Paramore – Misery Business
Whoa, I never meant to brag/But I got him where I want him now/Whoa, it was never my intention to brag/To steal it all away from you now
This could be my undying hatred of Paramore talking, but if you’re going to spend half the song bragging about how you scammed on some chick’s boyfriend and “stole him”, it’s probably best not to sing about how you never meant to brag. It’s kind of like saying “No offence, but you’re a raging whore and your face looks like the surface of Mars”. It doesn’t change the fact that, you know, you’re doing it. Hayley, own the fact you’re bragging.
3. Ben Folds – The Luckiest
What if I’d been born fifty years before you/In a house on a street where you lived?/Maybe I’d be outside as you passed on your bike/Would I know?
Okay, I love this song. It’s sweet and adorable and makes me smile. However, this lyrics? Squicks me out. Why? Well, it’s about a guy and his soulmate. The one he’s meant to be with, romantically, for ever. And then he sings about being 50+ and watching a (presumably very young) child riding her bike, wondering if she’s the one for him. Yeah, do I have to say much more?
4. Heart – All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You
You can imagine his surprise/When he saw his own eyes/I said please, please understand/Im in love with another man
And what he couldnt give me/Was the one little thing that you can
Roughly translated: I slept with you so you could impregnate me! My husband/boyfriend couldn’t knock me up, so I had to outsource. It leads to a few questions! 1) Does her husband/boyfriend know that he’s not the daddy? 2) Did she really plan on waiting in the rain ’til some dude picked her up? 3) How many guys did she sleep with? The song, up until this point, is an epic ode to one night stands. Then it goes straight into “IMPREGNATE ME, BOYS”. Awkward.
5. Kanye West – Jesus Walks
To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the strippers/(Jesus walks with them)
Look Kanye, I’m really happy for you, Imma let you finish, but Beyonce had one of the best WTF lyrics of all time!
Okay, really. This isn’t WTF because Kanye thinks Jesus walks with everyone. It’s WTF because the way it’s rapped seems to imply that killers, murderers, and drug dealers are way better than strippers. C’mon, even the strippers? I guess Kanye thinks you can shoot someone up, sell them drugs, but lord help you if you show your boobies off for cash.
Also, killers and murderers are kind of the same thing. Department of Redundancy Department anyone?
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