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Who'd you rather be? The Beatles or The Rolling Stones?

I Hate Study.

Love.

Annie took this.

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.

I'm going out, I'm gonna drink myself to death, and in the crowd, I see you with someone else. I brace myself, 'cause I know it's going to hurt, but at least things can't get any worse.

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.

I'm scared as hell to want you, but here I am wanting you anyway. And fear means I have something to lose right, and I don't want to lose you.

- Meredith

Mushroom quiches

That is all.

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

Got Florence and the Machine tix thanks to Lozzy.
This almost eases Black Rebel pain.
Almost.

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.

You know what you are? You're a beard with an idiot hanging off it.

Bernard Black

Gordie: Do you think I'm weird?
Chris: Definitely.
Gordie: No man, seriously. Am I weird?
Chris: Yeah, but so what? Everybody's weird.

BRMC are sold out.
I hate myself and no one understands how angry I am.
Seriously.

Love

We have a puppy. I don't want to go back to Melbourne now.

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...

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.

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.

And where, may I enquire, would everyone be on this Friday evening?
Oh that's right. THEY HAVE LIVES.

I'm in the grip of a hurricane
I'm gonna blow myself away

lol

I love getting back to res, and just makin' some porridge.

Back to Shitbury tomorrow.

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

I'm up at 3.30 (again) doing my Japanese presentation on Geisha. I'm not even close to being tired.

I hate my body.

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."

I liked Carrie better when she smoked.

Thankyou Laurie. Where would my blog be without you?

BRMC - I can't wait to see you!

Suicide's easy, what happened to the revolution?

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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

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.

But it’s the same every day, it drives the world insane and the lies of mankind burn you up inside but it hurts and what’s worse there’s no way to reverse when your mind wants to start pulling you apart, baby

I went to the concert, and I fought through the crowd, 'cause I got too excited, when I thought you were around

Love like a bird flies away

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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.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make

- Paul McCartney

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).

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