You know how people say "She's just made for it."? Well, I know people who say that. Anyway, this weekend I went to Sydney with the 'rents and sibling for a replacement Christmas to try and avoid the relatives and the disappointments that jump in their suitcases. We stayed in this hotel in the CBD that was all fancy fancy with shiny marble floors and mirrored walls in the elevators and also walking distance from all these really amazing places all over Sydney.
Being the ADHD teenagers we are, me and my sister went on nightly outings through Hyde Park and China Town at midnight. Armed with a map and a phone we walked until 2 in the morning and then crashed on the sofa but I realised I was made to live in the city. Everything about it was exciting and amazing and joyous. We managed to dodge projectile vomiting three times (! We did not know where it all came from !), find 8 different ways to get to the same place, we claimed a piece of the park for each morning, went on coffee runs, find the perfect city driving song ("Hard to Explain" by The Strokes) threw paper aeroplanes off the balcony, walk for 2 hours in heels, rip festival posters off of telegraph poles without being struck down by a taxi, strike up unawkward conversation in elevators AND haggle. I think with those life lessons down pat I'm all set to move to the city and hopefully not get raped and/or die. Wish me luck.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Disco Biscuit Love.
I need to write about this weekend. It was perfect. Undeniably perfect. This may sound like word vomit to anyone reading this but to me its like the vomit of a chocoholic.
This weekend was festival of the sun which for the 3rd time turned into festival of the rain complete with mud puddles, yellow ponchos, tribal mud stripes and general grot. me and jess turned up by ourselves and got to the stage area and it was like a miniscule interpretation of what woodstock would be like for me. Everyone was drunk and happy and muddy and floaty and crazy and earthy. there was a little gig on the side stage with just guitars and drums and you could feel it through your legs and in your head and it was just amazing. we pushed our way into the front area and my god it was crazy. we were there for about 2 hours just kind of standing in the midst of all of this until we got split up and then wolf & cub came on. they were noise. i felt an inexplicable urge to mosh and be teenage so i did with muddy drunk men until i was soaked in mud and rain and beer. mud and beer played a large part in this festival. i found jess towards the end of it and then it all got so much better from there. the looser you were the better it was. the more pretty people with dreadlocks and piercings and bells in their hair danced with you and discussed bathrooms with you. the rest of the evening went pretty much the same until it got dark and we snapped glow sticks with our teeth and made universes on our clothes and hair. then we went home, watched ghost and slept.
we woke feeling grotty and drowsy, got dressed and left to be greeted by the sounds of the jezabels with their lead singer sounding a lot like sarah blasko which was some much needed morning listening.
then they were kind and gave out cds and badges to those who bothered to listen to them. they were so great. they were so nice. a little while later we encountered rin with some boy wearing red pants and glasses without the glass who would not stop jumping the whole conversation. thats when we were whisked away to his tent for some home brew vodka and mixer. mmm yum. the feeling of vodka is like a warm, thick feeling methylated spirits. the reason for the mixer was very quickly discovered once we both started gagging as we got to our second sip. unfortunately one side affect of getting tipsy was the bladder weakness. we got out of the tent to go dance and felt the mutual urge to pee a lot. we relieved ourselves and went quickly on our way to go dance. which we did. you feel very very loose and apparently my voice went up and octave. an hour later and the tipsiness wore off. thats when the energy drinks came out for me. they are gods gifts to fatigue. i would have died if it weren't for them. everything went crazy then and the sun came out and we danced to an improv sun praise song.watussi played next who were an enigma of samba dancing the then roger that came out in their sailor hats and embroidered t-shirts and i think they were the drunkest people there. case in point: a few acts later and "rocked out with their cocks out" that were conveniently covered by socks which then fell which were then thrown in some guys face in the crowd. they were lots of fun.
so time carried on and then kate miller-heidke came on who was quite sweet and then the panics who were amazing. everything about them is lovely. it took about 20 minutes for them to finally get on stage, during which jess was being stalked by some creepy drunk man in a stripy shirt who kept slow dancing with her. he was also alone, didn't say a word, started stroking her neck and it was just weird. so we bolted into the mosh (as fast as you can bolt through the sweaty masses) where a pretty boy with red hair said hi and we danced and we hugged and then he said hi again and i think if i were very drunk i would have kissed him because he was oh so nice but then the panics started so i ran off to jess and then we danced and jumped and i sang loudly and then i realised that i think i fell in love with him a little bit. and i think this postcard sums up my falling in love antics. it happens so much but it feels so great.
so pretty much this weekend is the most memorable of my life. 18 hours of raw happiness and dancing and letting go of everything so that everything else in life seems so menial. now my goal is to keep that feeling everytime i go out and can't make myself do anything. i've harnessed it. now i'm just hoping that a years worth of german rave parties and excessive tipsiness and happiness can happen. my god i really hope so.
This weekend was festival of the sun which for the 3rd time turned into festival of the rain complete with mud puddles, yellow ponchos, tribal mud stripes and general grot. me and jess turned up by ourselves and got to the stage area and it was like a miniscule interpretation of what woodstock would be like for me. Everyone was drunk and happy and muddy and floaty and crazy and earthy. there was a little gig on the side stage with just guitars and drums and you could feel it through your legs and in your head and it was just amazing. we pushed our way into the front area and my god it was crazy. we were there for about 2 hours just kind of standing in the midst of all of this until we got split up and then wolf & cub came on. they were noise. i felt an inexplicable urge to mosh and be teenage so i did with muddy drunk men until i was soaked in mud and rain and beer. mud and beer played a large part in this festival. i found jess towards the end of it and then it all got so much better from there. the looser you were the better it was. the more pretty people with dreadlocks and piercings and bells in their hair danced with you and discussed bathrooms with you. the rest of the evening went pretty much the same until it got dark and we snapped glow sticks with our teeth and made universes on our clothes and hair. then we went home, watched ghost and slept.
we woke feeling grotty and drowsy, got dressed and left to be greeted by the sounds of the jezabels with their lead singer sounding a lot like sarah blasko which was some much needed morning listening.
then they were kind and gave out cds and badges to those who bothered to listen to them. they were so great. they were so nice. a little while later we encountered rin with some boy wearing red pants and glasses without the glass who would not stop jumping the whole conversation. thats when we were whisked away to his tent for some home brew vodka and mixer. mmm yum. the feeling of vodka is like a warm, thick feeling methylated spirits. the reason for the mixer was very quickly discovered once we both started gagging as we got to our second sip. unfortunately one side affect of getting tipsy was the bladder weakness. we got out of the tent to go dance and felt the mutual urge to pee a lot. we relieved ourselves and went quickly on our way to go dance. which we did. you feel very very loose and apparently my voice went up and octave. an hour later and the tipsiness wore off. thats when the energy drinks came out for me. they are gods gifts to fatigue. i would have died if it weren't for them. everything went crazy then and the sun came out and we danced to an improv sun praise song.watussi played next who were an enigma of samba dancing the then roger that came out in their sailor hats and embroidered t-shirts and i think they were the drunkest people there. case in point: a few acts later and "rocked out with their cocks out" that were conveniently covered by socks which then fell which were then thrown in some guys face in the crowd. they were lots of fun.
so time carried on and then kate miller-heidke came on who was quite sweet and then the panics who were amazing. everything about them is lovely. it took about 20 minutes for them to finally get on stage, during which jess was being stalked by some creepy drunk man in a stripy shirt who kept slow dancing with her. he was also alone, didn't say a word, started stroking her neck and it was just weird. so we bolted into the mosh (as fast as you can bolt through the sweaty masses) where a pretty boy with red hair said hi and we danced and we hugged and then he said hi again and i think if i were very drunk i would have kissed him because he was oh so nice but then the panics started so i ran off to jess and then we danced and jumped and i sang loudly and then i realised that i think i fell in love with him a little bit. and i think this postcard sums up my falling in love antics. it happens so much but it feels so great.
so pretty much this weekend is the most memorable of my life. 18 hours of raw happiness and dancing and letting go of everything so that everything else in life seems so menial. now my goal is to keep that feeling everytime i go out and can't make myself do anything. i've harnessed it. now i'm just hoping that a years worth of german rave parties and excessive tipsiness and happiness can happen. my god i really hope so.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds
I think that these are my favourite lyrics.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Boredom Buster for only $1.22 at 1:22
I must be snail-like slow because i have only just reached the realisation that school is over. And i have nothing to do. It's disgusting. I feel like I should be working or studying or packing my bag. At least it's vaguely reassuring that I won't let myself sit around doing nothing for forever therefore reducing the risk of evolving into a couch-dweller. And now i've decided to compile a list of things i've wanted to to for a long time. Let's begin.
1. Stay consistent with a diary so I can while away my nights.
2. Read one book a week.
3. Go on an all day bike riding adventure and pack a picnic in a backpack and read in the meadow down the road.
4. Walk all the way to coles and get a movie. Or give up and take the bus.
5. Become engrossed in christmas. I've already set up everything. All i need is the christmas cheer.
6. See what i'm like drunk. There's a whole lotta vodka and nobody to drink it. At least i wont get preggers this way?
7. Rollerblade.
8. Go on strolls
9. play in the sprinkler
10. Dance whilst the house is empty for extensive periods of time.
More to come. This list starts tomorrow.
1. Stay consistent with a diary so I can while away my nights.
2. Read one book a week.
3. Go on an all day bike riding adventure and pack a picnic in a backpack and read in the meadow down the road.
4. Walk all the way to coles and get a movie. Or give up and take the bus.
5. Become engrossed in christmas. I've already set up everything. All i need is the christmas cheer.
6. See what i'm like drunk. There's a whole lotta vodka and nobody to drink it. At least i wont get preggers this way?
7. Rollerblade.
8. Go on strolls
9. play in the sprinkler
10. Dance whilst the house is empty for extensive periods of time.
More to come. This list starts tomorrow.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Everything is illuminated.
The book for this has been sitting next to my bed for the last six months and its been killing me not to read it. I'm saving it up for my plane trip so I don't suddenly decide to hijack the plane from boredom. I've already read one of Jonathan Safran Foer's books before, extremely loud and incredibly close, which was pretty damn good and this is the one that got some of the most publicity so i'm expecting perfection Mr Foer.
Song is How It Ends- DeVotchka.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Dead people who I want to meet.
It's that simple. Thank you Kelly for this idea. I got to it first. Nyeh.
1. James Dean. Absolute babe and complete teenage angst role model.
2. Marilyn Monroe. Just because she's Marilyn Monroe.
3. Albert Einstein. Come on he was a genius beatnik.
4. River Phoenix. Thank you Michi for telling me about this spectacular man. Plus, before his family changed their last name, his name was River Bottom (!)
5.Heath Ledger. Recent, yes, but he was utterly beautiful and very modest(he was disgusted at himself when he looked at himself in movies)
6. Elliot Smith. Wonderful musician. Lovely lyrics.
7. Marie Antoinette. I just love everything she did. Such a rock star.
8. George Harrison. Within you without you is the absolute best and he was one of the over looked Beatles.
9. Jeff Buckley. Beautiful man and amazing voice. His songs give me shivers.
10. Cassie from Skins. I class a fictional character on a show that is complete to be dead. Therefore she is dead. Therefore she is on my list. I love Cassie.
1. James Dean. Absolute babe and complete teenage angst role model.
2. Marilyn Monroe. Just because she's Marilyn Monroe.
3. Albert Einstein. Come on he was a genius beatnik.
4. River Phoenix. Thank you Michi for telling me about this spectacular man. Plus, before his family changed their last name, his name was River Bottom (!)
5.Heath Ledger. Recent, yes, but he was utterly beautiful and very modest(he was disgusted at himself when he looked at himself in movies)
6. Elliot Smith. Wonderful musician. Lovely lyrics.
7. Marie Antoinette. I just love everything she did. Such a rock star.
8. George Harrison. Within you without you is the absolute best and he was one of the over looked Beatles.
9. Jeff Buckley. Beautiful man and amazing voice. His songs give me shivers.
10. Cassie from Skins. I class a fictional character on a show that is complete to be dead. Therefore she is dead. Therefore she is on my list. I love Cassie.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
I'm sorry. I really really really like Fleet Foxes lately.
English House
Plus i have super fast internet at present and am abusing its glory with disdain. Please don't think less of me.
The Tracey Fragments
Craziest Movie Ever.
Ellen Page (along with Amelie) shall be our queen. They can be lesbian queens. Times are a changin' my friend.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I love Frankie posters.
"Can we? Shall we? One day very soon, let us go away together just you and me. Can we? Shall we? Call in sick one day and travel to the sea and hold hands all day. Can we? Shall we? Eat our sandwiches on the train, get drunk on fresh air and come home tired and never tell anyone… Ever."
Everything is Illuminated
The following encyclopedia of sadness was found on the body of Brod D. The original 613 sadnesses, written in her diary, corresponded to the 613 commandments of our (not their) Torah. Shown below is what was salvageable after Brod was recovered. (Her diary's wet pages printed the sadnesses onto her body. Only a small fraction [55] were legible. The other 558 sadnesses are lost forever, and it is hoped that, without knowing what they are, no one will have to experience them.) The diary from which they came was never found.
SADNESSES OF THE BODY: Mirror sadness; Sadness of [looking] like or unlike one's parent; Sadness of not knowing if your [body is] normal; Sadness of knowing your body is not normal; Sadness of knowing your body is normal; Beauty Sadness; Sadness of m[ak]eup; Sadness of physical pain; Pins-and-[needles sadness]; Sadness of clothes [sic]; Sadness of the quavering eyelid; Sadness of a missing rib; Noticeable sad[ness]; Sadness of going unnoticed; The sadness of having genitals that are not like those of your lover; The sadness of having genitals that are like those of your lover; Sadness of hands….
SADNESSES OF THE COVENANT: Sadness of God's love; Sadness of God's back [sic]; Favorite-child sadness; Sadness of b[ein]g sad in front of one's God; Sadness of the opposite of belief [sic]; What if? sadness; Sadness of God alone in heaven; Sadness of a God who would need people to pray to Him….
SADNESSES OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options; Sadness of wanting sadness; Sadness of confusion; Sadness of domes[tic]ated birds; Sadness of fini[shi]ng a book; Sadness of remembering; Sadness of forgetting; Anxiety sadness….
INTERPERSONAL SADNESSES: Sadness of being sad in front of one's parent; Sa[dn]ess of false love; Sadness of love [sic]; Friendship sadness; Sadness of a bad convers[at]ion; Sadness of the could-have-been; Secret sadness….
SADNESSES OF SEX AND ART: Sadness of arousal being an unordinary physical state; Sadness of feeling the need to create beautiful things; Sadness of the anus; Sadness of eye contact during fellatio and cunnilingus; Kissing sadness; Sadness of moving too quickly; Sadness of not mo[vi]ng; Nude model sadness; Sadness of portraiture; Sadness of Pinchas T's only notable paper, ''To the Dust; From Man You Came and to Man You Shall Return,'' in which he argued it would be possible, in theory, for life and art to be reversed…
We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing… We are writing…We are writing… We are writing…
- Jonathan Safran Foer
Neuschwanstein
I want to build a castle. Just so someone can live in it and it is just a fairytale. A big, white fairytale.
I shall run away next year and hide in its turrets. Yes, that will be good. I'll go sleep in the turrets and work in the kitchen serving the big, fat kings their big, fat turkeys.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
How is it that I can find an infinite number of things at night when my brain is screaming for sleep when during the sunny hours I die without a thing to do?
If we could choose our time for sleep I would change my hours.
I wish we were like cars that charge as they drive so we never needed sleep. We could merely sit in our garages and talk with our horns and headlights.
I want some magical cheat code like in the sims where you can create full health in a drag and be on your merry way.
This afternoon was nice. I put 5 books on hold at the library
read a lot of time travelers wife
ate 'day-old chick' lollies
slept
watched secret garden and a little princess trailers
put them on hold
found an unopened packet of glow in the dark stars
made a little universe with them and my posters
drank 4 cups of tea
napped
listened to sara try and remember her russian
and wrote
also i thought of gifts for people
i want to have money so i can buy them all for christman
i need to get older and i need this angus and robertson job.
and i want a disaster. think flood or fire. or a nice big wind storm.
its full moon. i can open my blinds now.
goodnight.
If we could choose our time for sleep I would change my hours.
I wish we were like cars that charge as they drive so we never needed sleep. We could merely sit in our garages and talk with our horns and headlights.
I want some magical cheat code like in the sims where you can create full health in a drag and be on your merry way.
This afternoon was nice. I put 5 books on hold at the library
read a lot of time travelers wife
ate 'day-old chick' lollies
slept
watched secret garden and a little princess trailers
put them on hold
found an unopened packet of glow in the dark stars
made a little universe with them and my posters
drank 4 cups of tea
napped
listened to sara try and remember her russian
and wrote
also i thought of gifts for people
i want to have money so i can buy them all for christman
i need to get older and i need this angus and robertson job.
and i want a disaster. think flood or fire. or a nice big wind storm.
its full moon. i can open my blinds now.
goodnight.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Imagine Peace Tower
In 2007 Yoko Ono unveiled the Imagine Peace Tower, a beam of light emanating from a wishing well monument on the coast of Videy Island. Created in memory of her husband, John Lennon, it bears the words "Imagine Peace" in 24 languages & is lit each year from Oct 9 - Dec 8.
Now you have a reason to come with me Kelly! It's so pretty.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Wanderlust
Dammit Australia! Why can't you go hang near Iceland. Why'd you have to float over here. Go on, go copy Iceland and be prettier.
Don't worry, I'll be with you soon.
Don't worry, I'll be with you soon.
Let's go bowling!
I am so sick of bowling. eugh. this makes me happy about it again. if only it was all like this.
The Greatest- Cat Power
The Greatest- Cat Power
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Radioheaaaddd
I'm sorry you guys. I almost forgot you.
No Surprises.
Creep.
Karma Police. I know you already put it on Kelly but I mean, come on. It's kind of amazing. Thom Yorke is beautiful.
No Surprises.
Creep.
Karma Police. I know you already put it on Kelly but I mean, come on. It's kind of amazing. Thom Yorke is beautiful.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Falling Slowly- Glenn Hassard and Marketa Irglova
This is from the movie ONCE which i saw for my birthday last year. this song made me serene for the entire day. also it was the first movie i'd ever seen by myself-an experience all must encounter. it shines a whole new light on it. But yes, this song. Pretty nice, eh? Very Damien Rice-ish. Such pretty voices.
Monday, November 3, 2008
I'm a springsteen-er now.
So art is complete for the year and the lessons are as freeing as the feminist movement. We're spraying this and wiping that (spray and wipe reference untintended) and all is well. This means legalised iPods in class, not that they were illegal to begin with but it seems much more legal now. Anyway, today in Art, the lovely Rin introduced me to Bruce Springsteen. And let me tell you, he is an exquisite harmonica player.
Behold, his skills. This is Atlantic City. (i could only get his live version- he disabled his video clip. the recorded one is great. look it up)
"Everybody dies- baby, that's a fact."
Behold, his skills. This is Atlantic City. (i could only get his live version- he disabled his video clip. the recorded one is great. look it up)
"Everybody dies- baby, that's a fact."
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Amelie!!!!
I haven't done any Amelie! My dear, my love! This song is elating and this movie heals my soul.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
This situation happens far too often for me.
“Mamihlapinatapei: from Yagan, the indigenous language of the Tierra del Fuego region of South America. This word has been translated in several ways in English, always implying a wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start.”
Drugs, eh?
http://www.funhostr.com/p/0KuJtYKZ/Drawings_under_the_influence_of_LSD
Artist was given dose of LSD and free access to art medias.
It's amazing.
Artist was given dose of LSD and free access to art medias.
It's amazing.
Someone has finally made what everyone was thinking
1. Quietly and calmly open up your laptop case.
2. Remove your laptop.
3. Start it up.
4. Make sure the fellow traveller who is annoying you can see the screen.
5. Close your eyes and tilt your head up to the sky and move your lips like you are praying.
6. Then enter http://boortz.com/mp3/archive/countdown.swf
2. Remove your laptop.
3. Start it up.
4. Make sure the fellow traveller who is annoying you can see the screen.
5. Close your eyes and tilt your head up to the sky and move your lips like you are praying.
6. Then enter http://boortz.com/mp3/archive/countdown.swf
They're so human!
That is why they are my favorites.
Let's just add a bit of John for safety as well.
I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?
— John Lennon
Let's just add a bit of John for safety as well.
I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?
— John Lennon
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