Fucking your chances.

Today I hate students.
Two stupid questions too many.
No amount of pulling a face at me,
and saying "ahhh but I'm going overseas",
will make anything happen.

And even if I could make it happen,
that my dear,
just fucked your chance.

I will not be seeing Avatar.

Stolen from Joey Comeau's comments from his journal

2009-12-19 08:55 pm UTC

Avatar was fucking awesome, 

but there was not a single good line of dialog. 

Turn your brain to it's lowest setting 

before you put your 3D glasses on, 

and you're golden.

      

2009-12-20 04:16 am UTC

That is not true. 

It had one. 

Michelle Rodriguez said it.

  

 2009-12-21 03:38 am UTC

"you're not the only one with a gun, bitch" ??

    

2009-12-21 04:19 am UTC

WORD

****************************************

To those who care enough.

My laptop currently has

black screen of death.

Which means, less me time.

The world has turned and left me here.

Woke up feeling angry at my world.
Feel like I'm stagnating, have to wait
for too many things.

Sick of feeling like the room is spinning,
back on double meds, just want someone to save me now.
Or give me a shit load of cash.

Sick of having to say no.

Am trying to clean the house of all reminents
on the crazy woman & her dog, but still
can't walk around with no socks on.
She's back next week.

My laptop is fucked, it beeps at me until
I want to throw it out the fucking window.

Can't move out, have no money yet and also can't move out coz it's
fecking Christmas and the world shuts down for the cocks who give a shit about it.
Whilst I'm left politely declining Christmas dinner with the ex boyfriend's family.

I want to cry.

Major lately

A few things that have been major lately.

-Major Lately.

(Get it? HIMYM)

Arriving in Melbourne,
to find Miss Wong smashed,
an illness that I didn't pay extra for,
a break up that I did pay for,
an extra mum and dog that I didn't sign up for,
and a large phone bill that I did,
on top of achiness, flu and snot,
anxiety and feeling overwhelmed
enough to drop subjects,
3 months behind.

Half my house is packed,
and house hunting is eclectic,
St Kilda to Brunswick radius.

A courtyard is my only priority.

Not going to Stinkville for Christmas,
going to Bam's instead.
Shall be strange
to be without the fam for Stinkmas.

Wrote to Breezy today,
for her address,
which got me looking at her Facebook photos,
and then being in hate with my lack of backbone,
to get out of shitful going nowhere relationship sooner.
Her life is so colourful and fun.
Feel happier now.
Mine will be too.

I've eaten nothing today.

When I stay in a hotel,
I start to imagine
what it would be like
living there permanently.

Pod-like bathroom cubicles,
so compact and efficient.
Small desk, telly on a bracket,
fixed bedside cabinets.

Swipe-card key.

Like the Ikea catalogue,
happiness is a small compact space,
just me and kitty.

Where to live?
Ideal choice is Ikea,
but it's a bit too far from work.

Second option is under my desk.
Hey, there's a bathroom in the foyer.

If I had known I didn't need to come back,
I wonder if I would have.

Hanging out at the airport.

Right, everyone settle down.
I will be home just after midnight on Tuesday.
So hold out till then.

Have decided to take a taxi to Liverpool Street,
get on the next Stanstead,
sit at the airport until 11pm.
I have a fucking kitchen sink to bring home with me.
Don't know how to travel light,
have bought 4 pairs of shoes,
16 tops,
2 jeans,
5 new bras,
10 new undies,
3 new jackets,
8 new socks,
5 books,
5 dvds,
5 cds,
1 new watch,
2 new headbands,
a few sweets,
a few gifts,
and Miss Wong.

I can't remember what else.

I'm not a celebrity, get me out of here (or at least drop me a line).

Wireless internet access on the farm,
who would have thought life could be so good!
I even have A's room whilst she's gap year-ing
in NZ, it has an ensuite! Woohoo.

Spent a few too many days in Blackpool,
but then again, I cried when I left my nan,
she's a batty old lady, but I still remember
living next door to her and being at her house always.

Didn't make it to Sheffield,
would have liked to,
I loved that city,
but decided it wasn't worth the effort
and expense.
Already paid twice before and not gone,
enjoy my money.

So it's nearly midnight,
I've spent a lot of this holiday asleep,
and watching I'm a celebrity get me out of here,
(loving Katie Price, I think she's great,
probably coz everyone hates her).

Good night,
or enjoy Saturday.
Sunday will be a huge gathering.
Come along.
White Hall,
Pennant.

I miss you already, I miss you always.

Feeling a bit like I should be doing something.
Cancelled comedy show, it has already begun.
Saturday night in London, my second last night,
and all I want to do is take sleeping tablets,
and finish reading my book, even though at the
same time I feel like I'm cheating this holiday
by being boring.
I just don't feel like going out again,
on my own.

I feel regretful and sad about M.
I want to be spooning him in bed.
I don't know how he feels about that,
and I'd like to know.

We're so bad for each other and yet so good.
I can't imagine life without him there.
If I get the chance, I think I'm going to
really try to be a better person to him.

Lest we remember

last night.

That's living the dream...

Less than 10 minutes left...
Let's see how it goes.

Today, went to Kensington
or somewhere near there,
shopping at H&M & Zara in the suburbs
is far better than on Oxford Street.
No queuing for change rooms or for the till!

Seem to be doing nothing other than
wandering around, places I've already been to.
Feel like I'm living up to someone elses
expectations by needing to do things that
I can tell tales about.
But fuck it, it's my holiday.

Today, got asked;
a) if I could look after someone's umbrella,
b) if I was Spanish,
and upon saying no,
c) would I like to sit with him anyway.
Can't you see I'm reading a book?

So that was it.
I rang my nan, who's excited about me visiting,
and got told my cousin is leaving on Tuesday for
New Zealand, so I wont get to see her! :(
Well maybe there's a New Zealand holiday on the cards.
Will see.
Dollface and S will be back soon.
Dollface bought some spiral thing
from the museum, so we're going to
draw circles.
I might go to the cinema,
then to the Hen and Chickens for comedy
tonight.
That's doing something!

Right a minute and a half left.

Nope that's it. Bye

This is London.

I wrote this just before 5am today.
Still not sleeping all the way through
the night, but then again, I never did,
seeing as Scully-Cat woke me up to go out...

Up early or out late,
waking at 4am in London,
I just want to get out
and walk around in my lonliness,
in my huge fuckoff headphones
and dance along the street
under my own spell.

Smiling to myself,
without shame of not having
anything to smile about,
wearing a tshirt,
jeans and boots,
sheltering my mascarad eyelashes
from the rain,
I'm burning up,
I'm on fire
and I'm not sick...
Yet.

Helping mothers with prams
get down the tube stairs,
and then again at the next set,
and again at the next,
until I take off my headphones
and say 'I should just come shopping with you?'
It's all a joke,
It's a laugh at the expense
of the difficulties of getting through everyday life.

Wandering around the city streets,
without a direction,
without any agenda,
without having to be anywhere at any time for anyone.
The tube system will always get me home,
I've been here 4 times now,
you can't get lost in London.

Buying headphones,
the kind assistant laughs
at the size that I want,
he is more than happy to help,
when I want to try out the iPod touch charger,
-We aren't really meant to open the packet,
but the manager is busy with someone...
Him asking what I'm up to,
'I'm on holiday'
- Lucky you, on holiday from what?
'working at uni',
-I used to work at a school, how long have you off?
'3 weeks',
not being asked where I'm from is special.

Feeling like the foreign one,
when I'm served by a French barrista,
because I don't recognise that almost
all shop assistants in London, are from elsewhere.
At the bank,
doing my parent's and my banking,
I'm asked where I'm from,
'Melbourne'
and seeing their face light up,
and knowing why;
I love the place too!

Whilst strangely I miss having a telly,
and Internet,
I appreciate the cheapness
of my room in a part of London
that is gloriously beautiful,
where you wouldn't recognise
the figure needed to buy
one of the four storey Victorian houses.

Walking past the zoo,
taking photos of the Zebras,
of canal boats,
and of Kinders in basements
with concrete playgrounds,
with hop scotch painted on the floor,
with house shaped mirrors
and a set of drums,
encouraging talent
and at that age,
headaches from teachers.

Growing up on this trip,
by finding myself,
not needing to buy everything I see,
not eating trash,
not eating square meals either,
just rtelying on coffee.
Buying coffee and pretending
I'm foreign to avoid having conversations
in broken English,
for I have forgotten how to talk to people.
I am painstakingly shy.
Watching the world go by
whilst I politely sip the too hot coffee,
not wanting to make a fuss.

The horendous journey almost forgotten,
but shall be notarised
to turn into nostalgia
for when I next get itchy feet.

Three sleeping tablets saw me through
patchy sleep,
laying on the cold Malaysian airport floor,
whilst it is humid as fuck outside,
taking turns to wander off,
whilst another takes care of the luggage,
watching a lone golf bag near the entrance to the terminal,
(there for 8 hours!),
until paranoia sets in,
and I worry that it too suspect
to feel safe near it,
deciding not to inform
the police patrolling with their AK47s,
not wanting to get involved,
although in either of my home countries,
I probably would,
unless my flight was due to depart,
a selfish plor to save delay
from precursive evacuation,
like my father the journey is not the destination,
only later,
when savoured as nostalgia.

Sitting at a cafe,
needing to kill two hours,
before shops open
(I am out and about very early)
I read Cold COmfort Farm,
and love it
and smile
and write page numbers down
for parts I like:
Page 107:
'I warn you,' added Mr Mybug,
'I'm a queer moody brute.
Nobody likes me.
I'm like a child that's been rapped over the knuckles
till it's afraid to shake hands
- but there's something there if you cah to dig for it.'
Flora did not cah to dig.

and
Page 109 - 110
'Aye...'tes mine,' he muttered.
'Nor house nor kine, and yet 'tes mine...
My little mop!'
He undid the thorn twig
which fastened the bosom of his shirt
and thrust the mop within.
But then he withdrew it again,
and replaced the thorn.
'My little mop!'
He stood staring at it in a dream.
'Yes. It's to cletter the dishes with,' said Flora, firmly,
suddenly forseeing a new danger on the horizon.
'Nay...nay,' protested Adam.
''Tes too pretty to cletter those great old dishes wi'.

...

And shuffling across the kitchen,
he hung it carefully on the wall
above the sink,
and stood for some time admiring it.
Flora was justifiably irritated, and went crossly out for a walk.

********
And so this is the beginning of the third day,
I can only speculte that Dollface and S
are having an entirely differene experience,
full of touristy things,
lovely food
and trying a variety of local beers.
********

And so, I will leave it here.
It is now 3 after 12pm
and I must do things.

Don't it make you smile, when the sun don't shine.

part of my role was to data enter
final student results,
this was in conjunction with
loading results via floppy disks.

Who the fuck am I trying to
impress with this? Gah!

***********************************
Speaking with A at lunch time,
I reflected on how many helicopters
were flying low
over my house on the weekend,
due to Derby Day.
"Man, they were probably looking at me
hanging out my washing and taking 50
cigarette breaks".
"There she goes again having another fag"
(I'm British I'm allowed to use the word fag).

-People aren't as obsessed with you
as you think.

Ohh stab.

Quite right.

Rightly so,
and on this,
want to find that notion that I like,
which goes something like:
"Stop being so shy,
when you walk into a room
full of people, no one gives a fuck
about you".
Something along those lines anyway
and not sure who said it.

Fuck? To write it, or not to write it?

I'm not supposed to get jigs in my eye!

So far today I have
smashed my hand into a filing cabinet,
spilt an entire glass of water on my desk,
and kicked a drawer with my foot on accident.

I'm hoping the day will get easier,
or less painful.

Get outta town.

I would be looking forward to Saturday morning,
except I will be busy doing things
that keep me from sleeping.
I feel like I have an exhausting amount
of things to do over the next 10 days.

Feeling a bit clingy towards friends at the moment,
just want them around.
They all seem to be going out of town though.
I think I'm just tired, coz all I really want is to be held
and told I was safe and loved whilst I sleep.

Ghost Planes and Exciting bands.

So the others have decided that 

I've read the assignment details incorrectly, 

and that my chosen 'site' should be the same one

for all the different projects.

There's no going back, 

I have 13 days before I go overseas 

and there's no way I'm sewing everything again.

Nevertheless, I dig the comments 

about my previous work even if it's wrong

(Not sure I was aiming for a ghost plane, 

but there you are).

"Hi C, I really like this ghost plane linear view of your site. 

The ghost plane gives me the creeps, 

it reminds me of the type of planes used during 

the second world war and i think of the old war movies. 

Murray"

and

"I like your ghost plane, 

as well as that lovely dimensional map. 

Well done."

and I'm hoping this one is about mine:

"You shouldn't be able to have such a beautiful site!! 

Not fair for the rest of us."

Magic Dirt tonight, 

was in love with Raul...

But was one of those krushes 

where you forget about him

when you're not watching him play.

Maybe next boyfriend will know how 

to play drums and teach me, 

(but not be in a band).

Actually there's no next boyfriend,

going to live the rest of my days alone.

Got asked today if I was looking 

for a new house, 

the question didn't really 

sink in for a while, 

then I got it and said 

- One should move out of the bed first.

Sharing a bed with a boy who isn't your lover,

isn't that much different than sharing one who is.

Except you get to say no.

If you chase two rabbits, you wont catch either.

That has got to be my favourite saying.

A profound moment from M last night, 

- All this time, 

we've been waiting 

and waiting,

for things to get better, 

but it should have been better

all along.

Although in saying that, 

living apart for a year and a half,

seemed that it was highly likely

that things would get better when 

we were together.

Looking back though,

it was highly doubtful,

given our history,

hence our current situation.

So here I am again.

New year.

I want to spend my life with a girl like you ba ba bam bam bam

Tonight's a bit of a write off.

All I've done is pull weeds out of the garden,

plant peas

and make a Mod CD for Mr H.

With a girl like you - The Troggs-

So before this dance 

has reached the end,

to you across the floor,

my love I'll send.

I just hope and pray, 

that I'll find a way to say

can I dance with you?

Don't make em like that anymore.

I've been sitting here with a blank page open in my visual diary, 

for a few hours,

can't seem to do anything,

reality re: breakup.

It isn't easy.

Onwards and upwards though.

Chin up, walk tall.

Saw a safety pin tattoo tonight.

One day I'll get my loved tattoo.

One time I dreamt that my entire body was covered

in tattoos.

Permanency.

That's what I read.

Give me something that'll last.

Time and Space

I truly wish I had more time and space..
Yay, I'm over half way through my last textiles assignment,
I really love what I've made this time, especially the airport.

Linear map of my chosen site (Kensington)

Map being that I've chosen the unique markings in the area.

Dimensional map of site

Cut out unique markings of site.

Time and Space

Aerial View of Melbourne International Airport,

through the clouds.

Must keep going,
there's still some light in this old day.

Sorry sorry.

From: http://ffffound.com/

A drug for unfeeling, unthinking, uncaring?
The drug of choice is called Being Selfish.

Beautiful things

Site project - Textiles assignment.
What a beautiful historical suburb I live in.
I live in the cattle sale yards area
which still has the fencing and
fully enclosed fenced squares.

History of Kensington - Excerpt from Local History
On 30 August, 1856, a Crown grant was made to the Melbourne City Council for cattle saleyards on the south side of Racecourse Road, Newmarket, and the abattoirs adjoining the saleyard to the south-west.

Smile - Pearl Jam

What a beautiful song,
M put it on my leaving cd,
when I left Brisbane,
except I never listened to it until this week.
I didn't think I liked Pearl Jam.
This song is just lovely.


I miss you already,
I miss you always.


Lovely.
*********************************************************
Can't rate my Polaroid Pogo printer enough,
although the photos don't have the traditional
border, like in the good old Polaroid days,
it still rocks for convenience.

Hey look at my miniature photo album!
Well soon...
I don't have a scanner at home.
*********************************************************
Got home today and M asked if anyone had asked
me to marry them today,
Why?
-Because you look good.
No.
Oh wait yes,
D did.
I was at A's desk and D said
"Today you look..."
and held up a piece of paper
on which he'd written "10".

A said "What, no room for improvement?"
D said "Just perfect".

Why thank you.
Thank you very much.

I didn't think I was really scared of anything.

I don't like it.

I'm 29.

I don't like big things.

Fucking and punching.

Had dinner with M and B from Shitsville
(sorry Brisbane) last night,
went to The White Rabbit,
I love my local.

There was a lot of talk about school
reunions, from the opposite side of the table
than me.
I didn't even know school had ended,
let alone that we had a 10 year reunion
a few years back.
Burnt that bridge.
Totally.

Actually I knew school ended,
I just didn't know about schoolies week,
was far too busy being a career woman,
don'tcha know.

Anyway yes, I'm cool.
The point is, that reunions,
lead to Facebook,
as it is quite progressive
in the art of bringing back
zombie like people
who you a) tried to kill
b) tried to firebomb
or c) tried to stab them in the heart
with a stake, (in the more drunken moments,
thinking they were vampires).
What? Oh zombies.
No I mean people that you don't like.
Like Anton LaVey calls them,
Psychic Vampires.
Maybe they are vampires.
Or I just call them boring people,
who I wouldn't even piss on.
My piss is for the lemon tree.

The point is,
M said that I'd put a cryptic
message on Facebook,
about being away or apart.
I checked today,
and had only tried to log in via my
mobile phone,
and ended up putting my password,
"WORLDSAPART"
(...trail of dead song)
right there for everyone to see,
since the 2nd of October.
Today is what, the 16th or something?
Never mind, I'm sure if people found out
just who was the real me,
it wouldn't have taken them two weeks,
to find me
and
a) punch me
c) take me to a mental hospital
or b) give me some grammar lessons.

Ahh Zombies.

Oohh aahh I lost my jeans.

Beginners Tilt Shift.
Oui, Oui Paris
View from the Eiffel Tower.
Sydney
Japan

I have a lot I want to get done before
my holiday starts,
today's priority is converting all my songs
into MP3 versions.
It's taking a long time.

Getting drunk is no excuse for rudeness.
Or being a tosser,
or losing my jeans.
Actually it is an excuse for losing my jeans.
(Just to clarify -
I wasn't wearing them,
I didn't go home naked,
I had them in my bag).

I think I once told myself that 6 was my limit.
I should stick to that.

Be still my heart

Maybe it's listening to Punk Rock Girl
and dredging up nostalgia to a time
at the Gabba Hotel,

or maybe it's because I've taken
a bad mix of meds and coffee,

or maybe because Dollface just emailed
and said:

"25 days till take off people.

And the weather forecast for today is…

London – High 12, Low 9
Edinburgh – High 11, Low 9
Aberystwyth – High 14, Low 3"

Anyway, my heart is going berserk,
and so I replied with -
"My heart is kicking about
like a baby ready to exit."

A traditional Scottish saying:
“I don’t care if you’re a Viking,
get your axe out of my dartboard”.

This is what retirement must feel like

Monday, October 12, 2009 9:00:18 AM WST

I am 18 seconds late!

Fuck it!

Thank christ I submitted.


Still life is such a revolting art exercise,
I've never seen a still life in a gallery
that I've liked.


And can you believe I submitted this cack.
This fucker is meant to represent movement.
I had about 40 seconds in which to do it.

I just need to pass.

Now I'm going to pick up all the sequins I've dropped.

Drawing no conclusions...

If I put my drawings here,
I feel like I've achieved something.


Supposed to be the guy from Underbelly -Gyton.
Sorry mate, I'm in a rush.
(Recommended: 3 hours - actual: about 25 minutes)


Equally sorry.
(Recommended: 3 hours - actual: about 8 minutes)


Equally sorry.
(Recommended: 3 hours - actual: about 30 minutes)

5 more to do by mid-day tomorrow.
I feel shit for being too anxious to
even look at my study books over the
past few weeks,
and now leaving it go to hell,
and having to call in sick tomorrow.

Luckily I am sick, fucking 30th cold this year I think.

I hate my drawings.
:( unhappy face.

Is there a word for happy and sad at the same time?

Or is there a word for love and hate at the same time?
For Example: I fucking hate university, but I love getting grades.


This was from my first assignment... I just thought I'd put it up here,
because I like it.

Two assignments due on Monday at 9am.
It's now 4.21 Sunday afternoon.
I have just finished the first..

Textiles:



I've been working on these (and many more,
these were just the best ones),
sitting here,
sewing,
all
fecking
weekend!

Having two assignments that
are due on Monday 9am,
and starting them on Friday,
has got to be one of the most dumbest
things I have done.


Various Grey Scales

Newspaper and handmade paper, made from newspaper Grey Scale.

Cup and Saucer Visual Diary

Paper Mola (Applique - A hateful craft)

Part of my name Mola
Big thank you to darling M for finishing the sewing on this one.

3D Mola - I call them Trevor, Stanley and Edgar.

There's a prize in it, if anyone can tell me what they are.

So there you have it,
Textiles Assignment
practical component completed,
just have to write a report,
and submit it online.
I have totally failed the written side
of this.

Next is my drawing assignment.
I have about 3 hours left
until my shoulders and back
spontaneously combust.

Choose life

For the record,
I have always been independent.
I am living my life.

If that makes me try to control situations,
within my micro and macro environments,
then that is my living my life,
trying to have the best goddamned ride
I can give myself
before my body turns to dust.

If I let you into my life,
it is because I want you around.
You make up parts of my life.
There are many parts of my life.
I am available, I am also unobtainable.
I choose to be vegetarian,
I choose when I want you around,
I choose when I want to speak,
I choose to keep on living.

Occasionally molecules collide,
and form something new,
something I can't change,
something I adapt to,
something I accept.
Emotions, are mine.
I can be annoyed,
I can be grateful,
that you're around.

Interaction with me,
may cause a positive
or a negative reaction,
or a positive,
and then some day a negative.
Things change and reform,
separate and die off.
I can't help the way I am.
No one else is like me,
no one else is living my life.

I say yes to sex,
I say no to sex,
I can say yes to love
I can also say no,
I dream different dreams to you,
I dream that you are in my dreams,
I dream that I am someone else,
somewhere else.

I am hot
I am cold,
either way at the extremes,
both can burn.
Remember this,
it serves as a warning sign
to the human condition.

My terms,
my conditions,
my choices.
If I'm not happy,
if I'm not satisfied,
if I can't give myself a
money back guarantee,
then it's not on.

You interact with me,
on my terms,
but also on your terms,
for you choose to interact with me.
If you feel that it is too one sided,
that I'm taking more than I give,
that I trust you
love you
want you
need you
then don't,
I'm allowed to.
I don't fall back
and expect to be caught,
if I fall, I get back up again,
for I choose to live,
putting all your trust into someone,
who tells you,
they will catch you,
but instead moves away,
is something I don't let myself do.
People let you down.
They also lift you up.
Though allowing myself to
be light enough to be able to be lifted
off the ground, every now and then,
is something I want to achieve,
for gravity and being cynical will keep me grounded.

I am me.
I am not you.
But I am a part of you,
just as you are a part of me.

Because I am me,
is the reason you are not here.
Or if you are still here,
it's because you are still
being lifted.

What I am trying to say is,
that
I
don't
know
who
I
am.

If I hurt you,
I can only say I'm sorry.

Oh, hello

and that's why I love him

"I think I have upset
my whole end of the office
over this dishes crap,
and the f-n milk.
If people want milk
they can go milk a f-n cow themselves
(not you, I’d get milk for you).
God I hate dish duty!!!!!!!"

That's why I love A.

Please consider others.

Thought of the day.


"Please clear any unused time off the
microwave, when you are finished,
some of us have O.C.D
and left over time drives us crazy.
-Thanks!"

Ahh yes.

Today I am sick.
I caught a cold from Breezey on Sunday,
possibly over breakfast or getting a tan
on St Kilda beach.
Doesn't matter, she's rad.


Here's B making out with me.

So anyway, I'm sick and
I love going to the pharmacy.
They make me feel wanted.

I went today
and yelled a metre from the counter
to the girl "I'm sick"
I didn't want to get too close.
She said "So am I, come here"
Great.
She recommended nasal spray.
I said I didn't like it,
(I usually dislike things
I haven't tried before,)
but she sold it.

Sold it well.

In considering others,
I'm sitting at my desk being
all gross with snot and tissues
and nasal spray.

Not to mention that I'm probably germy,
and I wonder when people say to me,
"Oh you should go home, if you're sick"
whether it's because they genuinely want
me to get better, or because they don't
want to catch it off me.

Either way, I'm staying.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION

This is not a love song.

but will you love me tomorrow?

I am a useless girlfriend.

Only the innocent feel guilt.

All these things that I've done.

I have an etsy shop now.
hellojett
my little empire is growing.

Just to double check that I cannot be
Googled for my alter ego, I found only
two items...
Two book reviews that I did for Allen & Unwin.
Favourite quote from my review:

As someone who never experienced the quiet club,
but perhaps should quite often in my adult life,
I especially enjoyed the line
“Since he’s in the Quiet club,
Billy signs a swear word”.

Went to see The Pharmacist
at Trades Hall last night,
what fun, this is what living
in Melbourne is all about.
I love that we have such a culture,
I wish I had the courage.
(Maybe I should go and see
the wonderful & terrible
wizard of oz, for a placebo).

I didn't like that M didn't like it,
entirely bored throughout,
he deemed it pointless.
And questioned the cockney accented lecturer character,
"Anyone with a cockney accent, isn't a lecturer".

At least she gave it a go.

What can you do with a sentimental heart?

"Stop giving me the eye."

Happy Monday.

Or not.

Déjà vu

I was just about to say
that I had fallen in love again,
but I've seen Vikki Chu's art work before.
I think the Supermarket picture
was in the New Yorker this year?

Well worth the visit:-
http://vikkichu.blogspot.com/

In the future the internet will be fast.

And I thought I'd seen it all.

New verification to prove that you
aren't a machine:



I like it.

The chase is better than the catch. (or Comments are better than the article)

I wore my mood ring today,
to which M said -
when I asked what the colour meant
-"It means you're moody".

Quick Google search:
As often, the comments are better than the article...

Hey, I just bought this new mood ring and it never changes color. Am I always in the same mood or is my mood ring just broken?

By Kirk
2007-06-25 21:19:32

Kirk? I would like to assume that
he also wears eyeliner and has an emo fringe.

I am wearing a mood ring right now, and I am very sad right now, but it shows no color of sadness? Is my mood ring a fake?

By Lulu
2008-05-26 19:09:51

Lulu, you're a fake!
Is that even your real name?


Why use mood rings instead of saying it ourselves?

By Abigail
2009-05-25 21:17:51

Good call Abigail,
I'm on top of the world.

Mood rings are awesome. I have one on and it always says that I am lovable.

By Sammy
2009-08-07 19:54:38

Pah!


Um hey everyone, My name is Courtney I just started wearing my ring last week and every time i look at it it's a different color what does that mean?

By Scott
2008-08-09 18:46:25

Courtney or Scott...
I change my name according
to the colour of my ring.

Most of my favourite people are on telly.

A favourite song.
L.E.S Artistes - Santogold


Comment:
WTF did I just watch??
Love the song... but .... nothing..
WTF did I just watch? I am really..
Random just jizzed on the screen.

Random just jizzed on the screen.
Him? Who?
I love the word jizzed.

Today I also love how Cook
in Skins says;
I focking lowve et. Man.

I've become so attached to Skins,
I'm sad that Series 3 has been and gone...

Remember Sid ahhh.
Ahhh Sid and Cassie...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXWftgXYAzQ
How I miss them.

Hilarity today:
D - Looks at my Terrarium,
and sings...
"Hey, you're playing with my terrarium
Stop playing with my terrarium".
(My Delerium, Ladyhawke).

Birdhouse in your soul.

Now we're going to do tai chi
smoke a pipe
and think about tai chi.

Fucking hilarious.

And the real one,
which has been on my mind since
Monday.






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Okay I'm over it now.

I can't believe it's [still Monday].

Monday.
Monday Monday Monday.
Monday.
Monday.

Like Bird in the wee hours
of the morning.
Monday now doesn't look right.

I have been looking at illustration
blogs all day.

John Alan Birch.

I like it a lot.

I've got a crazy headache,
I went here for a
last week, well 2 of them, and a third on Wednesday.
despite my putting more toxins
in my body, cheese, chocolate, pizza, crisps...
a lot of toxins are coming out.
Which is why I have a constant headache.

I highly recommend it.
Why did I mention it?
Oh because I'm dizzy.
I've eaten a 120gram packet of
soy crisps today and
4 cups of coffee.
I'm probably hungry,
but I don't feel it.

Oh yeah illustration.
So I was thinking,
I have a website
called hellojett.com
which has nothing on it.
And I was thinking that maybe
I should [put something on it].

I was supposed to do a Christmas swap,
where I took photos of Christmasey things
around my town and put it into a nice album.
But that's been cancelled.
So maybe I should do it anyway.

Should've-Would've-Could've
probably wont.

Things could have turned out differently

If I hadn't drank too many
cups of coffee today,
I wouldn't be laying awake now
listening to the rain pour down.
I would never have known it even was.

I was laying here wondering if
I shouldn't just stay awake all night,
but I'd be hell mad at myself later today.

There's a lot of songs with birds
in the title or lyrics,

1) I like birds
2) birds are something you shag
3) this little bird
4) there's a bluebird on my shoulder
5) surfin' bird
6) I'm like a bird
7) I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
8) feed the birds
9) birds come down from skies so blue
10) birdhouse in your soul
I can only think of 10, but inbetween
I did go downstairs and take 2 valarian.

More on this topic later.

Get excited and make things.

I am meant to be completing
my textiles assignment.
I've done many things but do it.
I finished my crocheted beanie,
which looks more like a beat poet hat,
which of course I love.

I am also listening to the new EELS
album called Hombre Lobo,
which means werewolf.

If fricken amazes me how Mr E can
write lyrics like:

All the beautiful things

everyday i wake up and wonder why
i'm alone when i know
i'm a lovely guy
birds come down from skies so blue
see all the beautiful things you do
why can't i just get with you

everynight i carry out my plan
pray to god that one day
i could be your man

and
a) not know i exist
b) not be married to me
or
c) get away with it, when I can't.

Unfortunately my one and only opportunity
to meet Mr E was last year
and my tour manager friend,
when I asked
said no.

My attempts to be productive,
have gone by the way side.

I did however find this wonderful
take on the WWII poster:

Which was listed on 43 folders.
What sucks for me today?
My procrastination sucks.
"Who it’s for:
* procrastinators
* the easily distracted
* compulsive web-surfers
* people with a long list of very short tasks (a/k/a “mosquitos”)
* people having trouble chipping away at very large tasks"

Speaking of Procrastination,
here's a great animation called
Procrastination


In all serious though,
I need to start chipping away.
Here's what I have so far.



Okay ENOUGH FUCKING ABOUT.

All quiet on the stuff front.

Dollface recently hosted a Log Cabin party,
quite a rushed job painting the walls,
but what a fantastic idea.
And it looks like the food
and the fire
is on fire!

Forget about super, ignore incredible. It's all about fantastic!

In the future, the internet will be fast.

Can you imagine it?


It's already my favourite film!

Ahh it's going to be wonderful
being so stylishly organised for 2010.

Is there anything better than
clean, crisp pages?

It's in the post,
and as it's only August 2009,
the first thing I'll write in it
is my name,
then my birthday.