Oh I'm so glad I found you.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Hello IT (2)

Alternatively, my heart.



"Have you tried turning it off and on again?"

When I grow up....

I wanna be Laurie. I figure I have a way to go, but I've got forever :)





Her mind works in ways I can't even comprehend....

I'm worried that if I take my sanity to Falls, I'll lose it. But all things considered, would that really be so bad?

Friday, December 25, 2009

OH!

Forgot to mention my bed is fixed!! Haha it's made my life better tenfold!

Listening to the Virgins, they are so different to what I expected, so much more retro...reminds me of Modest Mouse for some reason but I don't think there are too many similarities.

Really??

Today was Christmas, in case you missed the memo. I had to work last night, and I was in a dang shitful mood beforehand, but work was actually excellent and totally reversed my scrooge-ism. So today was fun.

Read quite a few angry vegetarian rants on facebook about the traditional Christmas fare and really, people just need to relax and realise that PEOPLE ARE ENTITLED TO MAKE THEIR OWN CHOICES, and if that choice is to be carnivorous, I think they should be able to eat in peace without someone making comments about animal cruelty and such. Because it's not fair.

I so have a crush on the hot bottle shop boy at work.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Yet again am left wondering where are all the normal people? Or my normality for that matter. It's Christmas in less than a week! So close to Falls too. 2009 has been such a bizarre year, I could not tell you if I liked it or not. Went to Jess's 21st tonight after work for a bit, it was fun. I love the people I work with :) then made a pretty pointless trip to Jeff's. Am so crushing on a guy at work. So this a pretty useless blog which has achieved little at an inappropriate hour (I get up for work in 7 hours)oh well.

Monday, December 14, 2009

日本語

Just writing some Japanese letters and fighting the overwhelming urge to punch kittens. Am just feeling the irrational rage today. Listening to Built To Spill. It helps. When some guy serenades me with the opening lines to "Saturday" I will probably jump him on the spot.

On a slightly shallower note (only slightly), am so over bad hair. And on a slightly more pretentious and pretending-to-know-stuff-about-cool-and-arty-stuff note, Ryan McGinleys photos really are a little bit spectacular are they not?














Friday, December 11, 2009

Emotional re-assessment

I always, ALWAYS thought I was the emotionally functional one. Maybe it was just in comparison, seeing as the people I loved were both emotionally stunted, very severely. Now I find myself in a position where I have no idea what I want, or what I want to do, or how I feel about anything, and I'm being very immature about the whole thing.

Question: I realise smoking is inherently bad. I know this. I do not justify smoking to myself, though I would like to honestly say that I am exclusively a social smoker. And it depends who I'm with, and usually alcohol has to be involved. Averaging out my consumption, I probably smoke less than 10 cigs a month. It varies, sometimes it's far more, or far less, or none. If my other half hates it, and refuses to kiss me after I've been smoking, is this irrational? Or am I the irrational one for thinking this is unfair? Considering the length of our "togetherness" (approx. 1 month), is it fair for someone to tell you, in lesser terms, that you have to stop something, that you enjoy, despite it's negative connotations. I went out last night, smoked, went back to his place, as we had had a rough day, with some other issues. He wouldn't kiss me, (I told him I had been smoking) and then in the morning, after I had had several bits of chewy and much water, I STILL tasted like cigarettes according to him, despite my own senses being able to find no trace of it. I said sorry, and he said no you're not. And this gave me the shits, as a) I had told him, and he would have been able to say he didn't want to see me and b) I WAS sorry, I went to a lot of effort to make sure I didn't reek of durries before I went to see him.

Am I being juvenile here? I don't even know if there is a right answer to this. I feel like such a failure at this. I am panicking so hard. About everything, not just this.

Anyway, on a better note, am fucking losing my shit, as THE BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE are playing in Melbourne on the 21st Feb. Matt Hollywood is going to be there, so it's like BJM from Dig!. SO fucking stoked. So I'm just listening to BJM, and more BJM. Newcombe is such a genius, albeit a totally fucked one (oooh there's a new concept, a fucked up musical genius!)



I'm not for sale. I'm fucking Love, do you understand what I'm saying? Like, the Beatles were for sale. I give it away.