Wow, I havn't updated for a while.
so, what amazing things have been happening in the world of Luth, you ask?
no much, say I. mainly school. no surprises there. and lots of circus. Production in two weeks! it should be fantastic :)
aand that's about it.
'till next time!

namarie,
luth

This morning, I went to grumble about having to get up, but no noise came out. After unsticking my lips, and coughing for a while, I was able to wisper- just. I really hate being sick. and now I have a big pile of homework that I really don't feel like doing. oh, well.

I went unicycling yesterday.  We roved for a little while at a school fete, and got our photo taken with a giant icecream. We got a profesional photo taken, too, of three of us on stilts- me, Sev and the newly named Short, because even on stilts he's really small. in the photo, he just looks like a normal person :-P after only and hour or so there, we all went up to lysterfeild lake, to have our Mountain unicycle ride. well, it was supposed to be. But it kinda got turned into a stilt day instead. we all had a picnic, and entertained other picnicers while we waited for more people to turn up. we didn't end up going for the uni ride, after all, because Doogs really wanted her stilt certificate so she could rove at a festival next week (we've got three next weekend- two sets on workshops and roving on saturday, and just roving on sunday. but one of them's close enough for eltham to cover, wich makes it  bit easier.) so we just rode across the dam wall and back, then sat around complainingabout how we need (really need) comfier uni seats...

I got an interesting Acro balance working with Andrew, though. It's  odd how circus people work- when we get bored, we  climb on each other :-P  this balence  was me standing on one of his arms, while he held it out from his body. the idea was that sev coult stand on the other arm. we really needed mats to do that one safely, though, so we made up another one going from candlestick, then i pill him up into front counter balence, flag, then i do a weird half twist and end up in a handstand on tims knees.  it almost worked, too. except that when i went to do the handstand part, I put my hand on tim's phone in his pocket, not his leg, so i couldn't hold on, and would have fallen on my head if andrew hadn't grabbed my legs in time.  still, it's a balence that will loook really good if we get it.

I wish my nose would work again. or my throat. bleh.

Namarie,
Luth

*snigger*  while wandering around the internet today, I found a random Live Journal entry composer.

I have a list of things I don't like, and right now, getting up at 6am after a bad night's sleep to go to the Australia day Parade is right at the top.  

This morning, I had an armful of shiny black material and 10 meters of newspaper, spread all over the back verranda. Now, I have pants (almost). funny how the world just works like that, isn't it? begin with newspaper, end with pants.

almost pants.

As soon as i figure out how to get the bobbin out of the machine and re-spool it with black thread and back In the machine and threaded up, there will be pants.  whoever designed sewing machines needs a decent introductin to the rule "The shortest distance between two points is a straight line". none of this up -then -down- then -round- the corner- then- through- the- other- bit -then- back -round -the -other- thing -but -this- time -in -the- other -direction- then -clipped -into -the- extra -bit- then- in -that- tiny hole -then- out- the -other- side nonsense.  but the reason i need to go fiddling around with the Evil Bobbin of Doom (DOOM!) is that when i got to the bottom of one leg, i suddenly discovered that it has stopped stitching in black, as I had intended, and decided to go red. *grumble*

but on the whole, They are a sucsess. I just have to stitch some straight lines and figure out a way to make elastic work, and then I shall have my own brilliant stilt pants. YAY!

....except that i have no idea how to make the bobbin work (having almost failed that section of textiles in year 8) and mum has gone shopping. :(

so now I'm wasting time here. huzzah.

so I'll just have to gush about my new stilt pants for a while. They're for Australia Day, when we have an all-day roving gig in the city. I get to be a flying tram again with Tim- we're going in the parade :-P  i think I'll have to find some bits of green and gold ribbon to get into the whole 'Australian spirit' thing. we shall see when we get there.

in the meantime, the One Who Knows About Sewing Machines has returned. YAY!  pants for me!

....there have been so many times today when I've felt like making "RUCCIS: No Pants" jokes, but not, because I'm the only one who will get them, and sniggering to myself doesn't support the theory that I'm sane.  mind you, it is only a theory.

anyway. to the pants!

Well, I've had an... interesting morning.  My Nan's been down from Sydney this week, to try out a Respite room at the Willowbrook hostel.  Today was her seventh day there, and Rob and I went to visit her for the first time.  It's kind of hard to know what to make of it, really. It's a lovely place, with really nice people, lovely rooms and a beautiful view out the windows. Nan is very happy there, and it's so much safer than having living by herself at Sylvania. But it also means that she doesn't need to think about anything, and without the constant workout, her memory has decreased dramatically over the last few days.

And I saw a horrible thing, too. while we were talking to her, we kept hearing a knocking coming from somewhere. As we were leaving, I saw that the room she's staying in is right next tot he dementia ward, blocked off from the rest of the hostel  by a large, frosted glass door. Behind the door, the silowette of a little old lady could be seen, hands up against the glass, knocking, wanting to be let out.

While Mum was talking to the manager, she was offered one of two rooms that would be becoming pernamently available next week. Which is all rather sudden for Nan, and for the rest of us, too.  It is a great comfort, though, to know that there is a place for her to be looked after, and looked after well, better than we could do at home, that's really close by.

I don't quite know what to think, though. I'm happy for her, but sad at the same time- she has to leave the area she grew up in, friends she's had more than half her life and her home, the beaches around Sydney, the little flat down at Cronulla, to come and live in a small room near a bunch of slightly insane/deaf/forgetful/boring old people, but where she can be looked after in the way that she really needs to be.


anyway. that was my morning. I think I'll go and finish reading Mort.

I'm in a rather random mood today. It could be something to do with lying awake for four hours last night being too hot, too cold. So random thought start floating past. "I should be a babysitter, one day" i think. And then my brain wouldn't let me sleep until I'd recited the entirety of "Jack and the Beanstalk" to the imaginary form of my friend's son. I don't remember the story being that long! I'm surprised I remembered as much of it as I did, although I did hit a block when Jack (or Sunny, as the case may be. you can't tell a decent story without replacing the main character's name with the one you're telling it to) had to steal the second item. No idea what it should have been. I think went with a loom that weaves cotton into silk. it sounded ok at the time, and that's what counts...

and so, functioning on a lot less sleep than i ought to be, while i was brushing my hair the thought suddenly occurred: "Jack Sparrow has pre-cognitive abilities!" that's right. Captain Jack can see the future. remember the cannibals in the second film, yeah? now think back tot he first film, when Elizabeth has just fallen off the battlements. " Sir! the rocks! it's a miracle she missed them!" cut to Jack. "...And then they made me their chief"
What more proof do you need? Probably a lot more, actually. but that's my random thought for today.

I'm rather ectatic at the moment, as I've just figured out what had been bugging me about the book I've been reading. Unfortunatley, my jubilent exclamations were not as enthusiastily recieved by my family as i had hoped,so i'm going to ramble here for a bit.

the book is "the fourth bear" by Jasper Fforde. It's not one of the thursday next books, but a spin off. Having not read the Next books for a while, I've forgotten alot of the minor characters,  but I was  almost certain that Jack Spratt was a character.  But I couldn't place him. obviously from somewhere in the Well, but  I didn't know where. and just now, It's finaly hit me: He is the main character in the book thursday inhabits for a while!  it finally made sence when jack went to visit Mary, and it described her living in a houseboat on a lake. 

could he be any more complicated?! he's the main  character in a book that isn't published in another book, neither which is the book that he's the main character in!  This, I think, is why i like jasper Fforde so much.  Spratt is such a minor character that it doesn't really matter what ...... but i've just remembered. No! 

Herenya, you need to read "the well of lost plots" very quickly.

I watched "The Runaway bride" yesterday. then 10 minutes later, I watched episode four of Torchwood. which probably wasn't a good idea, for a couple of reasons.  Now I have nothing left to watch today, which is a bit of a bugger. oh, well.

( Look at me! I've learn't something new! )( Look at me! I've learn't something new! )

It's official. I've now had the funnest, and geeky-est new years eve ever.
Most years, I do nothing. watch whatever was on tv untill the fireworks, then go to sleep. But this time, I had a lot more fun. We held a Hogswatch Party, fully discworld themed. Claire had decorated her loungeroom magnificently, transforming it into the Unseen University Uncommon Room. We cooked food from Nanny Ogg's cookbook, the chocolate deloght with secret sauce, dried frog pills, bat-biscuits and Mrs. Whitlow's Artery-hardening Hogswatch Pie. wow, was that pie meaty. pastry base, lined with bacon, filled with a mixture of egg, sausage, ham, onion and milk; more pastry on the top, then latticed with more bacon. it was solid meat. everywhere. but very into the hogswatch spirit.

We watched the new tv adaption of terry pratchetts "Hogfather" which was really good, considering the budget, and the near impossibility of the task. we paused just before the end, do do a new years countdown (everyone was in full costume by this point) and sparklers and stuff, then finished the film before wandering outside to watch the bats, and listen to the drunken parties happening elsewhere in the neighbourhood.

I thought it was odd, but very Us, that while other people where out yelling and party-ing (we were convinced that we could hear someone yelling at a lamp-post)we were sitting around dressed in costume ( witches, an assasin, a lawyer, Death) and talking about a new RPG we've found. although we did get Asher to wear my feather-boa and witches hat, and spent an amusing time stuffing around with his hair, eventually settling on the Rohan look. that was, though, after he had drunk all of his mur, trop and eniw. he wouldn't touch the noisop, wiseley, considering that is was 1/3 almond essence.

this morning, we watched the first episode of Wonderfalls, then Down periscope, which i havn't seen for years and years. it's even funnier now :P

The whole thing was magnificently fun, stupid and geeky, and about the only olace where people would think that a pac man made out of salami was funny. or a jelly-baby model of archemede's bath, the assasination of julius ceasar and a car-crash, for that matter.

good times were had by all. but now, I shall sleep. Alot. Then some more.

...Or prehaps not. Today is Christmas, and for the first time in living memory (of me, anyway) it snowed. Well, hailed, really, but I'm not one to ruin a good story. I've never seen a slightly-white-but-mostly-just-muddy Christmas before. It was a wonderfull start to the day. I got up, and discovered that i had run out of clean, warm shirts, so had to resort to a t-shirt and three jumpers. then i couldn't find my warm socks, or my slippers. When I had arrived at that house, it was very warm, (my brother didn't even bring his jumper) and so, assuming it would stay that way, i arranged the christmas tree in front of the heater, thereby preventing it from being used. smart idea.

I had a really good Christmas, though. Mum bought me a Dalek apron, and my brother suggested I cook scrambled eggs, so I could "Eggs-terminate" them. I got a spin-off book from the Artemis Fowl series, and another book on words, by Bill Bryson. Dad got, for all of us, really, a wireless network router and several boards, so I no longer have to crawl around under the house with a cable and a drill. He also bough, not for christmas, but just to be nice, a new trapeeze bar and some rope for the old swingset out the back. since I've started learning trapeeze at circus, i've been itching to use the old one that dad made when i was little, but it's so old and cracked that I'm sure it will snap if i put more than a tiny bit of weight on it, and it's just covered with splinters.

So now I am happy. I have internet in my bedroom, a computer to use it with, a stomach full of home-made pavlova and my very own white christmas. Today, life is good.

you know the adds, for health insurance, that run: "when was the last time you did something for the first time"? Well today, it was today! if that makes sense. for the absolute first time in my life, I WON MONOPOLY! and to make it even better, it was against my brother! and even better, he had a hotel on mayfair! HEEEEEEeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

now i'm happy, incase you can't tell.

Some people poked me, and I reacted. After a while.
So here I am. Huzzah!
That's pretty much it, actually.