I'm tired of waiting :(
I know that's lame, but I am. I don't what else I should be doing!!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Neglect.
I'm sorry, Blogger. I'm not being very good at paying you attention, AGAIN. Not much has really been happening, well it has kind of. Mainly I've been drinking a lot and ironically doing more uni work than I was last semester. However, as a result, I am now quite tired, mildy stressed and have broken out. Which really comes as no surprise after 2 weeks of pumping my body full of ethanol. Life in Melbourne is splendid as always, except for minor boy troubles, but that is, quite quite minor and doesn't really have an impact on other highly exciting things such as my football team winning today and doing things like getting drunk in Carlton Club in the afternoon with Laurie. Spectacular.
Other than that, just pre-occupied with the usual. Our 1920's themed ball is this week which is incredibly exciting. And then Masami and Chihiro come to Australia the week after. So it's all a-happening down here in Hawthorn.
Other than that, just pre-occupied with the usual. Our 1920's themed ball is this week which is incredibly exciting. And then Masami and Chihiro come to Australia the week after. So it's all a-happening down here in Hawthorn.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Apologies
I'm sorry for harping on about the no sleep thing. It's the next night and I have tried to do right by myself in getting into bed at a reasonable hour, yet sleep won't find me.
I've been lying in bed thinking, and my mind is going 100 miles an hour, and I took a double dose of cough syrup, so I should be out like a light. But regardless, there's a boy to think about and what I'm going to wear Wednesday night at the ball, and other such things remain infuriatingly close to my conciousness, keeping unconciousness on the outer.
I began thinking about my blog, and how I probably wouldn't want most of my friends to read it (as it is, it has caused problems) as it is kind of dorky and I get embarassed. And then this in turn lead to me think about how it doesn't really get read except by a very select few, and then how people start these blogs and they become these international points of interest. It's crazy. I guess I'm nto very stylish, or controversial or have any real opinion about anything that sticks.
Body image is such a loaded topic, and most of the time just turns into a big cliche anyway. What I do know is that I still spend a fair proportion of my time (much, MUCH more than I'd care to admit) stressing, cursing, pondering and raging about how I look, and what needs improvement. Obviously, the message is to be happy as you are, as long as you're healthy. Sorry to all those deliriously happy fat people. I could change how I looked, if I worked hard, but it's just not something that's a big priority to me. Every few months people seem to comment that I appear to have lost weight; I'm not getting any smaller on a regular basis, and I'm definitely bigger than say, 3 years ago, so I don't know what to put this down to.
As mentioned before, I have that weird, terribly perverse idea of becoming morbidly obese, just to challenge someone to fall in love with your personality. I have no desire to be fat. I actually have a deep seated desire to have a flat stomach; I can live with all my other flaws as they are. I probably could have it, well I know I could, and in the future I will more than likely try harder but it just doesn't mean much now. I get bored in seconds as soon as people start talking about how much they weigh, how they look fat in what they're wearing etc. I find it irrelevant, but I try to be sensitive because it has a big role in how some people see themselves.
This woman was voted the sexiest woman alive in Esquire magazine and a British MP hailed her as the ideal role model to women. Clearly, Christina Hendricks is amazingly beautiful, and the woman swears she will not go losing any weight. Good on her. Because like, say, Beth Ditto, the size isn't important. It's the response to the critics. 99% of the time, the media wins. The star slims down, falls in line, follows the trend. Even now, I can't even begin to imagine the strength of character you would need to be your own person in this business. And that's sad, because, it should be easy.
I've been lying in bed thinking, and my mind is going 100 miles an hour, and I took a double dose of cough syrup, so I should be out like a light. But regardless, there's a boy to think about and what I'm going to wear Wednesday night at the ball, and other such things remain infuriatingly close to my conciousness, keeping unconciousness on the outer.
I began thinking about my blog, and how I probably wouldn't want most of my friends to read it (as it is, it has caused problems) as it is kind of dorky and I get embarassed. And then this in turn lead to me think about how it doesn't really get read except by a very select few, and then how people start these blogs and they become these international points of interest. It's crazy. I guess I'm nto very stylish, or controversial or have any real opinion about anything that sticks.
Body image is such a loaded topic, and most of the time just turns into a big cliche anyway. What I do know is that I still spend a fair proportion of my time (much, MUCH more than I'd care to admit) stressing, cursing, pondering and raging about how I look, and what needs improvement. Obviously, the message is to be happy as you are, as long as you're healthy. Sorry to all those deliriously happy fat people. I could change how I looked, if I worked hard, but it's just not something that's a big priority to me. Every few months people seem to comment that I appear to have lost weight; I'm not getting any smaller on a regular basis, and I'm definitely bigger than say, 3 years ago, so I don't know what to put this down to.
As mentioned before, I have that weird, terribly perverse idea of becoming morbidly obese, just to challenge someone to fall in love with your personality. I have no desire to be fat. I actually have a deep seated desire to have a flat stomach; I can live with all my other flaws as they are. I probably could have it, well I know I could, and in the future I will more than likely try harder but it just doesn't mean much now. I get bored in seconds as soon as people start talking about how much they weigh, how they look fat in what they're wearing etc. I find it irrelevant, but I try to be sensitive because it has a big role in how some people see themselves.
This woman was voted the sexiest woman alive in Esquire magazine and a British MP hailed her as the ideal role model to women. Clearly, Christina Hendricks is amazingly beautiful, and the woman swears she will not go losing any weight. Good on her. Because like, say, Beth Ditto, the size isn't important. It's the response to the critics. 99% of the time, the media wins. The star slims down, falls in line, follows the trend. Even now, I can't even begin to imagine the strength of character you would need to be your own person in this business. And that's sad, because, it should be easy.
Sickness.
I can't stop coughing. So I've resigned myself to the fact I will be bad at life again tomorrow and will watched Bring It On now.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Day 14 (July 24): A hero who has let you down.
Well, I don't really have a hero/heroes. And anyone who I have an unnatural obsession with tends to be far enough removed from my actual life that they don't really have the capacity to disappoint me, except by making lousy music.
Day 15: Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
These questions are actually draining me of my will to live. Well, at some point in your life, you always are forced to live without someone you think you can't live without, because it's out of your hands. I really missed eating Milo cereal when I was in Japan, but I seemed to be alive while I was there, which constitutes 'living' without something.
Day 16: Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Microeconomics.
Day 17: A book you've read that changed your views on something.
Harry Potter. Now I feel as if I can blame my terrible moods on Dementors.
Day 18: Your views on gay marriage.
Two of my close friends are gay. But even if they weren't my close friends, I still feel incredibly strongly about gay people being allowed to get married. The fact they can't is a stupid and outdated concept, and is a sad and frustrating reflection on conservative Australia.
Day 19: What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
I see what you did there, slipping in an extra question. I don't believe in religion. I half-heartedly follow politics.
Day 20: You're views on drugs and alcohol.
It's a personal choice, and one that I think you have the right to not be judged on. I'm pro drugs and alcohol.
So anyway, enough of that.
Well, I don't really have a hero/heroes. And anyone who I have an unnatural obsession with tends to be far enough removed from my actual life that they don't really have the capacity to disappoint me, except by making lousy music.
Day 15: Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
These questions are actually draining me of my will to live. Well, at some point in your life, you always are forced to live without someone you think you can't live without, because it's out of your hands. I really missed eating Milo cereal when I was in Japan, but I seemed to be alive while I was there, which constitutes 'living' without something.
Day 16: Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Microeconomics.
Day 17: A book you've read that changed your views on something.
Harry Potter. Now I feel as if I can blame my terrible moods on Dementors.
Day 18: Your views on gay marriage.
Two of my close friends are gay. But even if they weren't my close friends, I still feel incredibly strongly about gay people being allowed to get married. The fact they can't is a stupid and outdated concept, and is a sad and frustrating reflection on conservative Australia.
Day 19: What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
I see what you did there, slipping in an extra question. I don't believe in religion. I half-heartedly follow politics.
Day 20: You're views on drugs and alcohol.
It's a personal choice, and one that I think you have the right to not be judged on. I'm pro drugs and alcohol.
So anyway, enough of that.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Oh. Okay.
Inception was mind fuckingly awesome. Black Rebel could be described using similar, if not the same, words. I'm going to see The Strokes tonight.
We Are The Niggers Of The World - BJM
Jumpin' Jack Flash - Rolling Stones
We Are The Niggers Of The World - BJM
Jumpin' Jack Flash - Rolling Stones
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Nonsense.
Sometimes I feel like I want to put on weight, and just keep on going, just to challenge people to fall in love with my mind, and my thoughts on the world, and my wit and humour and compassion and ability to love in adverse circumstances.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Day 12: A band/artist who has gotten you through some tough ass days.
Ah those tough ass days. Hard to say really, perhaps the Brian Jonestown Massacre, or the Beatles. You can NEVER go wrong with the Beatles. It just takes the beginning of 'Dear Prudence' to put me in a better mood.
A run-in with the law.
Yes, today I found myself face to face with the po-po, and walked away with a little bit of paper that will see me $200 poorer in the near future. BECAUSE I HAD NO P-PLATES ON. To start with, I literally just jumped in Mum's car to drop Clare into work, the tossbag would have read my ID and saw that I lived 2 minutes away. But no. Apparantly a spotless track record, and 3 years of driving doesn't count for anything.
Anyway, that's not really my beef, I've kind of been tempting fate driving around with no plates on for a while so it's kind of my own fault, but it's just frustrating because it's not like being caught DUI or speeding...those kind of things risk your own life, and the lives of others. That's worth being fined $200 if you're going to be that stupid. Me not using my P plates, for ONE day, is hardly putting anyone in a position where they are going to die.
I was taking Clare to work at the time, and the policeman had us sitting in the car for 15 minutes, I don't know what he was doing, but it gave us time to suggest things that would be exponentially more funner than getting a dumb fine:
- Pulling away, and in order to avoid the double whammy of a speeding fine too, stick to the 50 speed limit, and lead him on a moderate-speed chase.
- Pretend to have a stroke.
- Get out of the car and put the P-plates on, making no attempt to conceal the fact we are doing so, then when he hands us the fine, look innocent and ask why? Continue to argue, as if P-plates had in fact been there all along. Continue until he draws his gun.
- Get out of the car and run into the bushes.
- Ask if we can be filmed and get to go on RBT.
How committed am I to Blogger lately!
Anyway, that's not really my beef, I've kind of been tempting fate driving around with no plates on for a while so it's kind of my own fault, but it's just frustrating because it's not like being caught DUI or speeding...those kind of things risk your own life, and the lives of others. That's worth being fined $200 if you're going to be that stupid. Me not using my P plates, for ONE day, is hardly putting anyone in a position where they are going to die.
I was taking Clare to work at the time, and the policeman had us sitting in the car for 15 minutes, I don't know what he was doing, but it gave us time to suggest things that would be exponentially more funner than getting a dumb fine:
- Pulling away, and in order to avoid the double whammy of a speeding fine too, stick to the 50 speed limit, and lead him on a moderate-speed chase.
- Pretend to have a stroke.
- Get out of the car and put the P-plates on, making no attempt to conceal the fact we are doing so, then when he hands us the fine, look innocent and ask why? Continue to argue, as if P-plates had in fact been there all along. Continue until he draws his gun.
- Get out of the car and run into the bushes.
- Ask if we can be filmed and get to go on RBT.
How committed am I to Blogger lately!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Day 10: Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn't know
In all honesty, I have thought long and hard about ending a friendship this past week. And by end, I just mean let it drift apart, as it seems to be naturally happening anyway. But it is causing me much grief, and much of this grief seems to be caused by things that I just don't consider issues, but the other party feels otherwise. God knows I love them. But knowing this just doesn't seem to be enough for them.
That said, I don't wish I didn't know them. I don't think there's anyone I wish I didn't know. If there's people you don't want to talk, or associate with, it's easy enough to make that so. To use a quote I seem to be using too much lately, 'we're not in high school anymore'.
Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on
My smile. Which I like, because it comes easy to me, and in terms of a compliment, it does a pretty good job of making you feel happy. That's the standout one, people sometimes say I am a 'witty' person, but I think I'm just really vulgar, and got lucky in the fact that I live with 79 really cool people who are just as vulgar as I am, and consider making jokes about unsavoury things such as sunflowering, sex with mothers and convincing people to get their junk out on Chat roulette the height of hilarity.
Day 12: Something you never get compliments on
Haha, what a sobering question. Probably my figure, I'm pretty honest with myself about that by now. It's not terrible, it's just nothing to write home about. Oh, to have legs that make passers by stare!
In all honesty, I have thought long and hard about ending a friendship this past week. And by end, I just mean let it drift apart, as it seems to be naturally happening anyway. But it is causing me much grief, and much of this grief seems to be caused by things that I just don't consider issues, but the other party feels otherwise. God knows I love them. But knowing this just doesn't seem to be enough for them.
That said, I don't wish I didn't know them. I don't think there's anyone I wish I didn't know. If there's people you don't want to talk, or associate with, it's easy enough to make that so. To use a quote I seem to be using too much lately, 'we're not in high school anymore'.
Day 11: Something people seem to compliment you the most on
My smile. Which I like, because it comes easy to me, and in terms of a compliment, it does a pretty good job of making you feel happy. That's the standout one, people sometimes say I am a 'witty' person, but I think I'm just really vulgar, and got lucky in the fact that I live with 79 really cool people who are just as vulgar as I am, and consider making jokes about unsavoury things such as sunflowering, sex with mothers and convincing people to get their junk out on Chat roulette the height of hilarity.
Day 12: Something you never get compliments on
Haha, what a sobering question. Probably my figure, I'm pretty honest with myself about that by now. It's not terrible, it's just nothing to write home about. Oh, to have legs that make passers by stare!
A playlist for:
Lying on your bed, feet up on the wall, eyes closed, volume up loud, so loud that you can't hear when someone walks in the room, and you don't realise until they sit on the bed, and you get the fright of your life (aka my current favourite songs, plus a few cheeky extras).
1. Dog Days Are Over - Florence and the Machine
2. Get It On - T-Rex
3. Don't Fight It - The Panics
4. This Is Not A Song, It's An Outburst: Or, The Establishment Blues - Rodriguez
5. Wasted - The Donnas
6. Hold On, I'm Coming - Sam & Dave
7. Oh Nostalgia - Lisa Mitchell
8. Whoever You Are - The Brian Jonestown Massacre
9. Don't Worry Baby - The Beach Boys
10. Learn To Fly - Foo Fighters
1. Dog Days Are Over - Florence and the Machine
2. Get It On - T-Rex
3. Don't Fight It - The Panics
4. This Is Not A Song, It's An Outburst: Or, The Establishment Blues - Rodriguez
5. Wasted - The Donnas
6. Hold On, I'm Coming - Sam & Dave
7. Oh Nostalgia - Lisa Mitchell
8. Whoever You Are - The Brian Jonestown Massacre
9. Don't Worry Baby - The Beach Boys
10. Learn To Fly - Foo Fighters
Stories.
You know, love really does seem to come easier to some people. That's just a recent observation, one that occasionally makes me bitter, but upon further thought, makes me just realise it's a fact of life, much like other things that are becoming disturbingly commonplace, such as Justin Beiber and my potty mouth.
I miss writing. I used to write a lot, and I used to be really good at English. All through primary school and probably up to Year 8, I had confidence in my ability as a writer. Then, I think a) I became lazy and a bit rubbish and b) writing for the purpose of school became more about how well you wrote what was asked of you by the assignment outline, or subject syllabus. I didn't care much for writing where I actually had to think about what I was writing, and having to insert things like metaphors and oxymorons for the sake of a few marks.
I'm still really good at writing letters, I wrote at least a hundred when I was in Japan last year, but I really think I'll give writing a proper go this semester, especially with all the free time I'll have on my hands, what with the crushing workload of 12 contact hours a week. I might trial some of it here, though I forgot to mention the other issue, and that is that anything I write, it seems that as soon as I finish, I read back over it and immediately despise it. Maybe here is a good forum, what with a fairly quiet and unresponsive audience, it may be just the solution I'm after.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Oh dear.
Fell off the wagon again, didn't I? Me sorry.
Day 4 (14th July): Something you have to forgive someone for
Forgive my best friend for being the frustrating person alive. And insisting on using the very Year 8-esque term 'best friend'. Honestly.
Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life
Fall in love. I'm in a lovin' drought, so this seems to be the thing that is mostly on my mind lately. Fall in love with someone who I love even though they are the most annoying person alive. And someone who loves me even though I'm totally slack keeping my legs hair free and I have a dirty, dirty mind. So much so, it's getting to be a problem. Soz for being so innapropriate, I only did it for the lulz!
Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do
Say goodbye to my parents before their time is up. I know people who's parents have died, cancer, car accidents..... And I just think, these people, must be the strongest people in the world. I can't picture my world without my mum or dad. I know it's inevitable, but I need at least 30 more years to prepare for that.
Day 7: Someone who has made your life worth living
I make my life worth living. Well, I try my damn hardest. I can't isolate one person who is my soul reason for living and it seems unfair to do so. So I'll say me. Because who doesn't want to be 110% happy with who they are?
Day 8: Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit
My sister. No one else can ever understand.
Day 4 (14th July): Something you have to forgive someone for
Forgive my best friend for being the frustrating person alive. And insisting on using the very Year 8-esque term 'best friend'. Honestly.
Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life
Fall in love. I'm in a lovin' drought, so this seems to be the thing that is mostly on my mind lately. Fall in love with someone who I love even though they are the most annoying person alive. And someone who loves me even though I'm totally slack keeping my legs hair free and I have a dirty, dirty mind. So much so, it's getting to be a problem. Soz for being so innapropriate, I only did it for the lulz!
Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do
Say goodbye to my parents before their time is up. I know people who's parents have died, cancer, car accidents..... And I just think, these people, must be the strongest people in the world. I can't picture my world without my mum or dad. I know it's inevitable, but I need at least 30 more years to prepare for that.
Day 7: Someone who has made your life worth living
I make my life worth living. Well, I try my damn hardest. I can't isolate one person who is my soul reason for living and it seems unfair to do so. So I'll say me. Because who doesn't want to be 110% happy with who they are?
Day 8: Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit
My sister. No one else can ever understand.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Day 3: Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Given the last 3 months, I'm probably not the best person to ask. Many would say I have commited much sin, I imagine.
I'm tired of forgiving myself.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Day 2: Something you love about yourself
My smile, and how I love people. I think it's fabulous.
I have had this headache for 4 days. I can't tell whether it's because I'm just really congested from being sick or I have a brain tumour. Watching Grey's Anatomy turns you into a hypochondriac. I'm gonna go inhale some Vicks.
I have had this headache for 4 days. I can't tell whether it's because I'm just really congested from being sick or I have a brain tumour. Watching Grey's Anatomy turns you into a hypochondriac. I'm gonna go inhale some Vicks.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Day 1: Something you hate about yourself.
Don't spare my feelings or anything...just get straight down to it.
I hate that I can act so terribly towards my family because I know that they will always forgive me. I hate how I hate to back down.
And if we're being shallow, I hate my stomach. Sorry, but I do.
Humph.
No wonder I've left the realm of blogger for the arch nemesis, Tumblr. My sister's blog is exponentially cooler than mine. So in a little experiment, which takes me back to the good ol' Myspace days, I shall do a '30 day test', which is something I stumbled across in Tumblr, and I shall USE IT TO REVIVE MY BLOGGER. Because I miss it, you see. I do, I do.
Every day, they give you something to write. I will attempt to make this 'something' simultaneously witty, deep, meaningful, full of my dubious sense of self worth and hilariously sarcastic. Big task ahead people.
You know, I love my family, but now I love my freedom a tiny bit more. My res family are coming to visit this week, how splendiferous.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I swear to god...
To my internet: if you do not let Ticketek load, so I can in turn buy BRMC tickets, I will cause you serious pain. How? I don't know yet. But I will.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Holgy.
Got my first Holga 35mm film developed. Had some zoom issues but was pretty pleased given my holga is not even designed to take 35mm film and I did some pretty flimsy home-style adjusstments to make it work. These are among the 6 or 7 that turned out okay. I like the one of the city the best. I took it after I finished work one day and I was in one of those excellent, unexplainable happy moods, and god it felt good to shoot carefree pictures of the lovely, lovely Melbourne.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
A mere 7 days....
And I can get my life back.
Dear Microeconomics,
I genuinely believe I have never hated anything as much as you. I hope you feel rubbish when you read this, as I think the world would be better off without you. Or maybe I'd just be better off.
All my love (the kind of love that supply, demand, economic surplus, average variable cost etc etc simply can't offer)
Ruth.
Dear Microeconomics,
I genuinely believe I have never hated anything as much as you. I hope you feel rubbish when you read this, as I think the world would be better off without you. Or maybe I'd just be better off.
All my love (the kind of love that supply, demand, economic surplus, average variable cost etc etc simply can't offer)
Ruth.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I love this.
Hello. Oh hey Joel how you going? Ya. I’m just on a, uh, tram, just really hungover. Hey, you know that um, band competition we went in, So You Think You Can Copy? Yeah, we won man! Yeah we got a record contract out of it. We’re with like Independent Records, they’re like an off-shoot of Sony. Ya we have to make like one over-hyped album, we get uh, Molly Meldrum kudos, Rage guest programming rights, a memory stick full of Myspace friends and we can write the soundtrack to an ad of our choice. Na man we haven’t sold out, we’ve still got creative control. Oh, our t-shirts, yeah extra smalls have gone. We like changed our name too, we’re like Rage Against The Sewing Machine, we’re all about anger and fashion. How is your album going? Yeah you laid down some tracks? Oh, actual tracks, for Connex? Yeah right. I guess you’ve got to pay for the studio hire huh? What’s it called again? ‘Z-sides and Demos.’ What’s a greatest hits concept EP? Nothing but secret tracks. Yeah right. Are you worried about people burning it? I meant in a fire. Hey, did I mention we picked up a grant? Yeah, Grant Taylor, our bass player. We picked him up from the side of the road, he was like passed out. Ya, we had to deal with an agent and everything. Demestos mainly, he was in pretty bad shape.
RIDING AROUND ON THE 86, SO HUNGOVER.
GONNA GO DOWN TO JB HIFI, FLICK THROUGH INDIE.
Ya so um, last night we supported uh, Pose Tattoo, like they’re fronted by Sad Sanderson down at the Fitzroy anti-social club. Ya. It was alright man but you know the mixing was really bad. Like, my G & T didn’t even have lemon in it. You know like the band’s really gelling, like our hair, it’s just like we’re going through an 80’s thing at the moment. Anyway man sorry I couldn’t come to your gig the other night, I just didn’t really want to go. How was it? Ya, you smashed up your gear afterwards, that’s pretty rock. Oh, in a car accident, yeah right, that’s not so good man. Hey I had to go to hospital the other day too. It’s these new jeans man. I just couldn’t get my wallet out. Yeah. They had to cut me out. A local anesthetic.
RIDING AROUND ON THE 86, SO HUNGOVER.
GONNA GO DOWN TO PONY, PRETEND I’M IN KINGS OF LEON.
Ya, I just, I’m really busy you know, I’ve just got so much on my plate. I got this uh, tofu salad and it’s just going everywhere man. You know this whole like record contract and stuff I just, I don’t want it to go to my head you know the last thing I wanna do is become like a cliched character. Anyway man I better go I’m like running out of street credit but um, ya, it’s a shame you can’t come to my party. I know, I just didn’t invite you though. Laterz.
Credits to this amazing song go to this brilliant person.
Rage against the sewing machine
I've realised my sister is not a pathetic person, in fact, the very opposite of it. And she doesn't drink too much tea, because there's no such thing. Dear sis, help me with my perspective.
Monday, May 24, 2010
I am in a terrible mood.
A sad mood. A mood in which I reflect on how this kind of mood makes everything seem harder and makes you dislike yourself. It's very emo. The people I love feel like water through my fingers. If I don't hold on tightly enough, one day I'll just look down and they'll have slipped away. A lot faster than you expect. And then they're holding other people in their hands. Instead of you. And you wonder how it happened. I feel like it could be my fault. And it makes me feel like crying. I feel like a spolit, immature, and most disturbingly, selfish. People seem to look at me blankly. I never write this stuff down. Not in public forums anyway.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Hung
So hungover. Drank a disgusting amount of alcohol last night. Lost my party cam after International Night but was located and am now itching to get the photos developed. About to cure my hangover by writing you guys a list of my top ten songs by the Fab Four. Suck it up
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
I Stand Corrected
Given my usual tolerance to music such as this (I'm looking at you Roi Bar), it's amazing what a decent film clip will do for you (that said, the piano interlude is pretty catchy). Gosh, there's just something about a whole heap of people dancing in synchronism that I love.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Albury
Still the same, it's comforting in a way.
Standing in the line at Roi, nothing like doing a slight queue jump, some girl getting in my face about it, when she turns away and I laugh, her coming straight back to my face "YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY?!"
Oh, Albury...
Standing in the line at Roi, nothing like doing a slight queue jump, some girl getting in my face about it, when she turns away and I laugh, her coming straight back to my face "YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY?!"
Oh, Albury...
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Oh, and Jessica Watson...
I love you and think you're great. I'm sorry I was a pessimistic bitch to start with. Congratu-fucking-lations. Wanna give Jesse Martin my number, and punch our fair Prime Minister in the pecker?
Love, Ruth.
Love, Ruth.
Atheism FTW
Goodness, articles like this really grind my gears. And you wonder why I'm vehemently against the Catholic church. You think with all the kiddie fiddler priests, the old guy really ought to keep his gob shut.
You'd think I was Jessica Watson's mother the way I feel about her sailing home.
Thirty days have September, October, June and February, all the rest have 29, except my brother who got six months.Watch it. Now.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is. Right in front of you, and you're going to turn your back on it. So I guess we're just fucked. I'll move on. But you are going to have to live the rest of your life knowing that you've turned your back on love. And that makes you a hypocrite. Have a nice life
- Sebastian Valmont
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
I've got an oscillating fan at my house. The fan goes back and forth. It looks like the fan is saying "No". So I like to ask it questions that a fan would say "no" to. "Do you keep my hair in place?... Do you keep my documents in order?... Do you have three settings? Liar! My fan fucking lied to me. Now I will pull the plug out. Now you ain't sayin' shit."
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I love my dad.
I went to the footy tonight to see North Melbourne and Collingwood (I'm North Melbourne) and we of course got fucked in the arse by the magpies. Worst feeling ever: being beaten by Collingwood. Worst of all, I was with Steph and her Dad, and they are dirty pies supporters. So this is the transcript between me and my dad, who I started messaging because I was ready to punch something.
Me: I hate life.
Dad: (tries to call, obviously thinks I have had some crisis) What's up?
Me: You're obviously not watching the footy haha sorry to concern
Dad: Nice jumpers (we were playing in our wanky away jumpers)
Me: Nice nothing. They are playing uselessly. Nothing in life worse than being outplayed by Collingwood
Dad: I agree
Me: Pigs bloody breakfast
Me: Even when they're 8 goals up, Collingwood supporters will still whinge about the umpires
Dad: Is Didak on bail?
Me: If he is, it's the only consolation I have. In the meantime, I'm amusing myself by imagining the sense of humour that the parents of Steele Sidebottom (actual name, I kid you not) must have had. (#22 for the Pies)
Me: Collingwood on top of the ladder, great end to the night
Me: Joffa and the cheer squad congregating under a cloud of smoke, hope he doesn't get punched, can't afford to lose any more teeth
Dad: Won't have to beat his wife tonight
Me: Won't want to miss the last train back to Broady. Thanks dad, that was a painful 3 hrs.
Dad:Good night love you
And despite my team playing possibly the lousiest game of footy I have ever personally witnessed, the night was okay. Now is when I stop staring at this white screen of doom and get back to sleeping and listening to Joni Mitchell. Good night
Me: I hate life.
Dad: (tries to call, obviously thinks I have had some crisis) What's up?
Me: You're obviously not watching the footy haha sorry to concern
Dad: Nice jumpers (we were playing in our wanky away jumpers)
Me: Nice nothing. They are playing uselessly. Nothing in life worse than being outplayed by Collingwood
Dad: I agree
Me: Pigs bloody breakfast
Me: Even when they're 8 goals up, Collingwood supporters will still whinge about the umpires
Dad: Is Didak on bail?
Me: If he is, it's the only consolation I have. In the meantime, I'm amusing myself by imagining the sense of humour that the parents of Steele Sidebottom (actual name, I kid you not) must have had. (#22 for the Pies)
Me: Collingwood on top of the ladder, great end to the night
Me: Joffa and the cheer squad congregating under a cloud of smoke, hope he doesn't get punched, can't afford to lose any more teeth
Dad: Won't have to beat his wife tonight
Me: Won't want to miss the last train back to Broady. Thanks dad, that was a painful 3 hrs.
Dad:Good night love you
And despite my team playing possibly the lousiest game of footy I have ever personally witnessed, the night was okay. Now is when I stop staring at this white screen of doom and get back to sleeping and listening to Joni Mitchell. Good night
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Assassins!
So much fun! Assassins is currently underway at my res and it is the best. We are all creeping around and shrieking like little kids and when someone gets "killed" we all rush downstairs to see who it is. We don't go anywhere alone! Haha, it gives me butterflies. I haven't assassinated my target yet but I'm working on it. Heaps of people are home for Mother's Day. Which is where I should be. However I'm going home next weekend as my little sis turns 18. She's not allowed to be 18 yet! I remember when I turned 18. My 18th was possibly the funnest night of my life.
These photos were taken by one of my best friends, Emma.
These photos were taken by one of my best friends, Emma.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Tsk, tsk
Ah how I love Catherine Deveny and the outrage she can incite with just one of her witty comments. If you're after some afternoon amusement, I suggest you (1) go read her tweets about the logies and (2) read comments on the Age article about said tweets, from all the tossers who have been offended by them.
People really need to thicken that skin up and realise Catherine is a far better person than Bert Newton, Livinia Nixon, or any other skinny idiot who appears on Neighbours or Home and Away. They wouldn't know satirical humour if it came up and smacked them in the face. God forbid someone make a career from being insightful, funny and having the guts to take a good, hard look at our society and tell it like it is. Sure I think I have a slightly skewered sense of decency, but she's far more down to earth and genuine than any plastic tart who trotted up the red carpet.
I'm going to see her on friday night and I can't fucking wait.
People really need to thicken that skin up and realise Catherine is a far better person than Bert Newton, Livinia Nixon, or any other skinny idiot who appears on Neighbours or Home and Away. They wouldn't know satirical humour if it came up and smacked them in the face. God forbid someone make a career from being insightful, funny and having the guts to take a good, hard look at our society and tell it like it is. Sure I think I have a slightly skewered sense of decency, but she's far more down to earth and genuine than any plastic tart who trotted up the red carpet.
I'm going to see her on friday night and I can't fucking wait.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Baby I'm a desperate believer.
Such a glorious weekend, truth be told.
It started with going to see British India in fucking Fern Tree Gully, of all places. No biggie, we just got drunk and they were fucking good. And because Ellie has this little charismatic knack that I will never have when it comes to "getting in with the band", we ended up out back, having ciggies and scored a lift back to the city with them. Just quietly, as much as I do have a big thing for their music, they're a bit on the wanky side for my liking. But we finished up there, Ellie on a far better note than me (wish I could make out with lead singers)!!
Thursday became Friday, I woke up at some ungodly hour and found myself scattered beyond belief. Passed the day by dozing, went to see Clare-bear at her athletics down at Olympic Park. Popped back home, and got my shit together to head to Geelong. Caught the train, amidst drama which involved Greggles missing the train but it was okay :) we all got there in the end. Got drunk again and went into the big bad city to see Lise and so we just popped around the back and snuck on up. Georgia Fair were fucking brilliant and suffice to say I now have a large crush on their tour manager. Hung out a little bit afterwards, (she was amazing, as always. Me so proud) then went to the Nash, but it was a little flat. Ate disgusting amounts of Mcdonalds, something I thought I didn't do anymore, then went homeskis.
Got up Saturday, got straight back on the horse and headed off to Bendigo for Groovin' The Moo with some warm goon and juice. Jem did a lovely job of driving and we got there to face a hideous, buzz-killing line, which we endured for about an hr before just heading up to the gates and walking in. Found large amounts of people in not much space, went and saw Lise play, again. Then British, then we just hung out for a large portion of the afternoon, seeing Miami Horror, Spoon, Tegan and Sara, Vampire Weekend and Silverchair.
Sobriety was fine, but didn't do much for warding off the cold. Everyone was amazing, particuarly Silverchair who I've never really paid much attention to before now, but my friend Annie is obsessed. They were quite mind-blowing and Daniel Johns said 'cunt' twice and so he immediately was worthy in my opinion.
Thankfully had a god send in Jem who drove us back to Geelong and the rest of my weekend was spent on Steph's couch, with a bit of New Moon, pizza and grocery shopping in between.
Also, I regain my faith in life and the fact that cool little things do happen to me every once in a while. She's already done the cute little blog about us meeting (she being Haylee, the lovely, lovely Haylee), but I thought I would just tell you that, we met on Myspace in '06, no rhyme or reason, started talking, realised we were effectively the same people, albeit with some slightly different, defining features (I don't think I'll ever love coffee that much), but we have just talked ever since then. Always discussed when we would finally meet in person, and that it would be some random, twist of fate, like in the movies of course. I always just imagined we'd finally get our act together and organise to have drinks haha. But turns out: I saw her in the Vic Markets, one night, few months back. It was so the random meeting we always imagined. And then, yesterday when I went to Groovin', and arrived just in time to see Lisa play, guess who's standing less than a metre away?
God it just makes me smile something chronic, ya know?
So much more to blog about (so annoying since sometimes I'm so stuck for witty things to write about) but I will leave it for this week :)
More party cam for your enjoyment (or non-enjoyment, but surely it's better than the Logies).
It started with going to see British India in fucking Fern Tree Gully, of all places. No biggie, we just got drunk and they were fucking good. And because Ellie has this little charismatic knack that I will never have when it comes to "getting in with the band", we ended up out back, having ciggies and scored a lift back to the city with them. Just quietly, as much as I do have a big thing for their music, they're a bit on the wanky side for my liking. But we finished up there, Ellie on a far better note than me (wish I could make out with lead singers)!!
Thursday became Friday, I woke up at some ungodly hour and found myself scattered beyond belief. Passed the day by dozing, went to see Clare-bear at her athletics down at Olympic Park. Popped back home, and got my shit together to head to Geelong. Caught the train, amidst drama which involved Greggles missing the train but it was okay :) we all got there in the end. Got drunk again and went into the big bad city to see Lise and so we just popped around the back and snuck on up. Georgia Fair were fucking brilliant and suffice to say I now have a large crush on their tour manager. Hung out a little bit afterwards, (she was amazing, as always. Me so proud) then went to the Nash, but it was a little flat. Ate disgusting amounts of Mcdonalds, something I thought I didn't do anymore, then went homeskis.
Got up Saturday, got straight back on the horse and headed off to Bendigo for Groovin' The Moo with some warm goon and juice. Jem did a lovely job of driving and we got there to face a hideous, buzz-killing line, which we endured for about an hr before just heading up to the gates and walking in. Found large amounts of people in not much space, went and saw Lise play, again. Then British, then we just hung out for a large portion of the afternoon, seeing Miami Horror, Spoon, Tegan and Sara, Vampire Weekend and Silverchair.
Sobriety was fine, but didn't do much for warding off the cold. Everyone was amazing, particuarly Silverchair who I've never really paid much attention to before now, but my friend Annie is obsessed. They were quite mind-blowing and Daniel Johns said 'cunt' twice and so he immediately was worthy in my opinion.
Thankfully had a god send in Jem who drove us back to Geelong and the rest of my weekend was spent on Steph's couch, with a bit of New Moon, pizza and grocery shopping in between.
Also, I regain my faith in life and the fact that cool little things do happen to me every once in a while. She's already done the cute little blog about us meeting (she being Haylee, the lovely, lovely Haylee), but I thought I would just tell you that, we met on Myspace in '06, no rhyme or reason, started talking, realised we were effectively the same people, albeit with some slightly different, defining features (I don't think I'll ever love coffee that much), but we have just talked ever since then. Always discussed when we would finally meet in person, and that it would be some random, twist of fate, like in the movies of course. I always just imagined we'd finally get our act together and organise to have drinks haha. But turns out: I saw her in the Vic Markets, one night, few months back. It was so the random meeting we always imagined. And then, yesterday when I went to Groovin', and arrived just in time to see Lisa play, guess who's standing less than a metre away?
God it just makes me smile something chronic, ya know?
So much more to blog about (so annoying since sometimes I'm so stuck for witty things to write about) but I will leave it for this week :)
More party cam for your enjoyment (or non-enjoyment, but surely it's better than the Logies).
formspring.me
I saw the band, but fell in love with the tour manager http://formspring.me/vacuumboots
Friday, April 30, 2010
Tie Up My Hands
Thankyou Pachel and Boring, for allowing your creativeness to rub off on me, a creative retard.
A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you’re a great guy, but I don’t like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we’re not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we’re going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn’t work out, we’ll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.
A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you’re a great guy, but I don’t like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we’re not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we’re going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn’t work out, we’ll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Oh and the funnies for today are:
We had fluoro party last night, which consisted of wearing a white t-shirt, getting drunk and scrawling on each other. A maturity level such as mine guarantees profanity galore. I ensured that everyone had "I love fellatio" written several times over in their chestal region. I on the other hand, had a helpful list of synonyms, for the word vagina, on my t-shirt. Care for a look?
Snatch, taco, ma chatte, pussy, muff, beaver, beef curtains, fuck hole, windy valley, box, cunt, minge, twat, gash, slit and my personal favourite, axe wound.
Don't tell me you're ever stuck for dinner table conversation topics.
Snatch, taco, ma chatte, pussy, muff, beaver, beef curtains, fuck hole, windy valley, box, cunt, minge, twat, gash, slit and my personal favourite, axe wound.
Don't tell me you're ever stuck for dinner table conversation topics.
Mini-break
The long weekend was over as of last night at 12am. Depressing or what. I had class at 8.30am but continued to act as if I was in fact STILL on holidays by not going. I will however go at 3.30, and this is what we refer to as a COMPROMISE. And that kids, is what adults do.
I'm really tired, but I would love to go see The Frowning Clouds tonight, but I'm super tired and super poor and Groovin' The Moo will not help either of these situations.
I'm going to nap before class. And in the meantime I'll try to grow some artistic ability.
I'm really tired, but I would love to go see The Frowning Clouds tonight, but I'm super tired and super poor and Groovin' The Moo will not help either of these situations.
I'm going to nap before class. And in the meantime I'll try to grow some artistic ability.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Guilty Pleasures
Just add it to my ever growing list of "Things That Ruth, Despite Risking Social Ostracism, Openly Admits To Liking", right after High School Musical and The Brady Bunch.
Sorry about all the Youtube. I haven't got any cute new photos to show y'all. I'm getting the party cam out again tonight so hopefully soon!
Sorry about all the Youtube. I haven't got any cute new photos to show y'all. I'm getting the party cam out again tonight so hopefully soon!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Post #100
“I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I'm with you.”
Monday, April 19, 2010
Amen sister.
A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Mixtape #1
The first one is in homage to Splendour '10. I don't know why I'm exacerbating the situation because I'm still in a deep depression because I have absolutely fuck all chance of going, and I cannot even be bothered being optimistic because I still know July 30th will roll around and I'll want to bury myself in a hole and cry.
I hope BRMC do a sideshow.
1. New York City Cops - The Strokes
2. Lien On Your Dreams - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
3. You've Got The Love - Florence and the Machine
4. Here Comes Your Man - The Pixies
5. Give In To My Love - Paul Kelly
6. Ain't No Room - The Vines
7. Coca Cola - Little Red
8. Going To The Casino (Tomorrow Night) - Philadelphia Grand Jury
9. Killer - Whitley
10.Clean White Love - Lisa Mitchell
Okay, that was gay.
I hope BRMC do a sideshow.
1. New York City Cops - The Strokes
2. Lien On Your Dreams - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
3. You've Got The Love - Florence and the Machine
4. Here Comes Your Man - The Pixies
5. Give In To My Love - Paul Kelly
6. Ain't No Room - The Vines
7. Coca Cola - Little Red
8. Going To The Casino (Tomorrow Night) - Philadelphia Grand Jury
9. Killer - Whitley
10.Clean White Love - Lisa Mitchell
Okay, that was gay.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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