Oh I'm so glad I found you.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

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

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

December 30th, 2009 - Falls Festival

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!

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!

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

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