House...

HOUSE!!

HOUSE IS BACK!!!!!

ARGH!!!!!!!!!

God, I love love love love love love LOVE this show.

Everything about it. EVERYTHING.

Sometimes I have dreams about House. Like the whole she-bang. It's not a dream about Hugh Laurie (he is dreamsome), but Gregory House.

I'm his PA or secretary or something along those lines and I go in to his office to get him to sign papers and I lay the papers on the desk and I notice his eyes following down to my chest. He never speaks, but I go around to his side of the desk, straddle him and hold his face close to mine. After about two minutes of staring into his eyes I begin to kiss him and then I begin to say his name over and over and then House wakes up to find me standing over him looking annoyed.

This is a recurring dream.

I don't dream about celebrities often, but I have this one a lot. Sometimes it seeps into my day dreams.

I have sex dreams even less. Not that this one ever progresses to sex, but that's what I want from him.

When I first walk in the office that's what I want. That's the whole reason I'm there. My whole outfit, persona etc is to have sex with him. I walk in there with purpose.

But why do I swap between myself to House at the end?? My whole view changes and I am inside his head. He is thinking "I wish that was real". Well something along those lines. It changes slightly each time.

But he never speaks aloud.

Never.

"To see or dream that you are a secretary, indicates that you need to more order and organization in your life."

"To dream that you are seeing the doctor, indicates your need for emotional and spiritual healing. The dream could highlight medical concerns and it may be time to go and get a physical check up.
To dream that you are a doctor, suggests that there is some problem that you need to patch up or some emotional wound that you need to bandage up. You are being supportive to others"

"To dream about sex, refers to the psychological completion and the integration of contrasting aspects of the Self. You need to be more receptive and incorporate aspects of your dream sex partner into your own character. To dream that you are having sex with a celebrity, indicates your drive to be successful. Consider what movies your associate this celebrity with for clues as to where and what you want to achieve success in."

I just don't know.

Mickey and Mallary Knox did this...

I watched "Natural Born Killers" this afternoon.

What an unreal film!

It's like a cross between "Clockwork Orange" and "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" (the book, not the film).

It was fucking mind blowing!!

For a detailed synopsis click here >>> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natural_Born_Killers

It was really cool to see Woody Harrelson play something other than a faffing baboon. He really pulls off this natural insanity well. He has this smile that he does and while he still remains attractive there's this danger about him.

Juliette Lewis is mad. I love her in everything she does. I generally don't have many female idols (I don't know why, I relate more to males), but I really respect her as an actress. She's always right there in the moment.

Of course it also includes my two of my favourite actors; Tommy Lee Jones and Robert Downey Jr.

Quentin Tarantino wrote the script, but Oliver Stone basically reworked it so much that Tarantino is just credited for the story.

On a slightly different note, did you know that Woody Harrelson's dad was imprisoned for being a hit man? That is fucking nuts. FUCKING NUTS! No wonder he's turned into the fucked up pot smoking old fart he is today. He's had an awful childhood.

Downey played an Australian in this film. Everyone raves about his accent, but I found it ever so slightly annoying and not very natural. Although, I've heard him do it recently and I feel he has refined it a lot.

It also has these elements of animation and psychotic flashes, which all add to the detail of this movie.

Essentially though, it is chaos. Absolute chaos.

It has this complete psychedelic feel throughout it. You literally start to feel mad as you watch it. It's like "Apocalypse Now". You are completely consumed by it.

Hmmm... I don't think I've explained this well. I can't quite organise my thoughts enough to write about it.

5:30...

Did you think I was missing in action?

No, I thought not.

The past couple of days have been super busy.

On Thursday night I had my Farewell Work dinner with all the girls. It was super nice. We went to this Thai restuarant and had it all to ourselves. It was lovely sipping champagne and eating wonderful food. I got really embarressed at one stage they brought out a present for me. I wasn't even expecting a present! They got me these lovely towels! I know that sounds like a shitty present, but I actually needed towels and I was having trouble finding decent cheap ones. And they didn't just get me like two towels, I got two towels, two facewashers, a hand towel and a bath mat. Then to top things off they got me a $30 voucher for iTunes. It was really sweet.

But then they started talking about all the things I used to do when I was little and they asked me to do a speech. I got a bit choked up when I started to do it. I felt like a right fool. I thought I was just so excited to be leaving, but I realised I was closing a chapter and starting a new one and it got me kind of scared.

Anyway, the next day was of course my last day there. It was the longest day ever!! But I got a all choked up again when I was leaving. I'm starting to think maybe it was hormonal. I don't know. All I've ever wanted to do is leave that place and now that I have I'm missing it.

So, Friday night I went out with some lovely friends and we listened to lovely music (well it was pretty mediocre, but whatever) and ate lovely food. It made me realise I don't want to leave this life.

Today the rents and I went to Melbourne to look at student housing apartments. They were alright. They'll do. Ugh. I kept feeling like there was this pressure to like them. My Dad kept saying things like,"did you like it?" "could you live there" "well that wasn't too bad" "I could see you living there" "I think they're pretty good". You get the picture. They were good. Yes I wouldn't mind living there, but I just wanted to scream "I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT ANYMORE!!".

I am sick of talking about university. That's all anyone asks me about. "Are you ready?", "What are you studying", "Where are you studying", "Do you know anyone?", "Where are you staying" and so on. I'm over it. I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Hmmmmm...

The latest Empire magazine has published 101 must see films of 2010. Is it sad that I wrote in my diary the release dates of the films I wanna see? I like to think I'm just very organised.

I'm watching Sex and the City at the moment. They're all at the beach... I would kill to be at the beach at the moment. Anyone for a day trip?

Oh! My copy of The Futurist came in on Thursday. It is just as good as I thought it would be. If anything better.

Favourite Tracks:

5:30

Man Like Me

The Futurist

Your Move

It inspires me to start playing more.

Organisation...

Ok, so I'm trying to be a bit more prepared with my blogging time tonight, because every Wednesday I leave typing it till when "Californication" is on and then all I write about is "Californication".

Hmmm... I wonder if the word "Californication" is in the dictionary.

Ten Minutes Later

No, "Californication" is not in the dictionary.

So tonight is going to be a bit eclectic coz I've got a few things to get off my chest.

1. So, I have tried to be pro active about the whole housing thing. I've found a few places. Going to contact them tomorrow. Very exciting, coz they're really really nice and really really cheap, which kinda worries me.

2. Mother! Why the fuck do you keep getting angry with me for no reason?? It is quite angrying.

3. I went and saw Fantastic Mr Fox on Aus Day. Just as good as the book :D

4. Shit, there was something I really wanted to type about and now I've lost my train of thought.

I dunno...

Anyway, I finish up work in two days time. That. Is. AWESOME!!!

I have a grand total of eight (8) mosquito bites on my left hand. EIGHT! What the fuck is with that? Anyone would think I've got crack bugs in my hand.

I don't know what the hell is wrong with me tonight. I'm twitchy and agitated and just blah.

I'm restless.

I'm pretty sure this is one of the shittest blogs I've ever written... Ever.

Ok. I might try and write one later.

Maybe my Wednesday blogs only work when Californication is on.

Damn me and my organisational skills.

Here's a quote to end on...

"I think you end up doing the stuff you were supposed to do at the time you were supposed to do it." - RDJ

PS. For some reason this didn't post, so although it has come up after Californication, I can assure you it was written before.

A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints...

I watched a movie this afternoon, which just uplifted and touched me. I mean, I see films which I enjoy or really like, but not often it affects me in this sort of way.

It was called "A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints".

It's based on a memoir of Dito Montiel, who also wrote the script and directed the film as well.

The story revolves around Dito, flashing between his teenage past and his present as a successful writer.

Here's a quick synopsis:

"Dito, a writer in L.A., goes home to Astoria, Queens, after a 15-year absence when his mother calls to say his father's ill. In a series of flashbacks we see the young Dito, his parents, his four closest friends, and his girl Laurie, as each tries to navigate family, race, loyalty, sex, coming of age, violence, and wanting out. A ball falls onto the subway tracks at a station, small things get out of hand. Can Dito go home again?" (taken from http://www.imdb.com/)

It really opened my eyes as to how much these people I see now are going to shape my future and how I should appreciate the time I have with them now. It also made me realise you can't run away from your problems, because when you come back they're still gunna be there waiting for you.

I know for a fact that I try not to face my problems. I bottle them up or just ignore them hoping they'll go away. I have one at the moment which is a prime example of this. I currently do not have anywhere to live when I go to uni, but instead of searching on the net and calling up people I know I am just lying around all day watching DVDs hoping that there is an opening on res. It just tires me thinking about it. I don't like the pressure that's on me to do it.

Well, anyway, the whole reason for this blog is to suggest that everyone see this film at least once. I'm not saying everyone will love it, but it does make you appreciate the life you've been given and the chances we have to change.

"In the end - just like I said - I left everything, and everyone. But no one, no one has ever left me" - Dito Montiel

xx

Quote...

I just wanted to write this quote down, because for some reason I just love it.

"My entire life is a love note to this little prick" - Robert Downey Jr.

Don't ask.

Night

xx

PS. I love that face.

Puff...

Why does smoking always look so cool?

Well, I mean not always, but sometimes. I hate the fact that I find it cool, I hate that I love the look, I hate that I love the smell and I hate that I love the taste of it on a guy.

I mean, cigarette doesn't always taste great, but sometimes it does.

The thing is I can't actually smoke. I develop severe asthma when I do and it's got worse as I've got older. I used to be able to do second hand smoking, but I can't even do that anymore.

I don't even know why that makes me sad? Isn't that kind of sick?

I'd never want to take it up though.

I think the whole reason I like the smell is because my auntie who used to look after me a lot used to smoke when I was younger, so I guess it just reminds me of my childhood. Makes me feel comforted.

Guys can look so fucking hot when they smoke. Girls just look trashy. Always look trashy. I'm not a trashy girl. I'm a walking cliche, but I'm not trashy. I don't do trashy.

Well, I hope I'm not trashy.

I would love to be back in the 50s when everyone smoked. That's when smoking was classy. I'd smoke with a filter, coz they're sick.

I've tried smoking with a filter. It's odd.

I'd like to be able to blow smoke rings.

I've wanted to be able to do that since I was a kid.

I feel a little awkward now that I've discussed this. I've never really voiced my opinion on smoking. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want it as a habit. I know it's a foul, killing habit, but dammit, why do I find it attractive?

I think mentally something doesn't click in right.

Zodiac...

I've been doing some research...

I love research!

I've been looking into the Zodiac murders. I know that sounds really morbid, but I love looking up this stuff.

So, the whole story of the Zodiac killer is that in 1968 a man started writing in to newspapers (in particular the San Fransisco Chronicle) laying claim to certain murders that had happened. He would also send in ciphers to give clues and specific knowledge of the crime scene only the murderer or police would know. He would also send in the odd bloodied shirt.

So, the interesting thing is that the cartoonist for the San Fran Chron became quite obsessed with the case and went to great lengths to solve it. The investigating detective even helped him along.

Eventually the murderer was found like 20 years later, but died before the trial finished.

That would suck.

It was such an odd case though, because it happened in the late 60s where getting your 15 minutes of fame wasn't the main objective of everyone. It was one of the first times the killer had involved the public.

It was even an influence on the Dirty Harry films. This was brought out while the case was still opened. So although he only killed five (he laid claim to 37) it was a big influence on popular culture.

Another intriguing thing is that he generally went for couples on "lovers lanes". He would go to kill both the male and female, but get so caught up in the female that the male (although severely injured) would still survive.

There were also Japanese and New York copy cat killings.

The Japanese one was known as "Seito Sakakibara". The symbols in this name mean alcohol, devil, rose, saint and fight. Seito Sakakibara was only 14. His name was originally printed as Onibara which means Demon's Rose, which of course scared the public. He wrote in to that paper stating that this had angered him and he was more likely to continue killing if they continued to misspell his name. This all happened in 1997, almost 3o years after the original killings. Seito used the same symbol as the Zodiac and wrote in to the major local news papers.

Heriberto Seda was the New York zodiac copy cat. It was thought that Seda admired the Zodiac. His murders happened between 1990 - 1993, but he wasn't caught till 1996. The one difference was that Seda intended to kill 12 people for each of the Zodiac signs. He signed off each letter with the same marking as the original Zodiac killer.

When I first read about this I immediately thought of the "Son of Sam" killings and thought there was some sort of connection because I am sure in one of the Zodiac's letters he said "call me Sam". Although, when I went back to read the Son of Sam letters, he was referencing Sam as Satan. There are a number of similarities though within these cases, including the purposeful misspellings.

Well...

I think that is enough murder talk for one night.

I'm starting to creep myself out.

Sleep Tight
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
(that's my evil laugh)

Ok, just tricking.

Night
xx

Bog...

Ugh.

I am so over being bogged down by other peoples problems on the internet, and yes I know by airing my grievances on the net I am now becoming one of these people.

A few friends of my keep posting these horribly depressing status' and it's like "jeez, you post this saying you want to be left alone, yet it is quite obvious you are waiting for someone to comment".

Actually, you know what it's not that they are putting up their problems, it's the attention they are seeking to gain.

It just pisses me off how they purposely don't put up the reason why they are annoyed so then you post "awww babes whats the matter?" etc etc etc.

ARGH!

Anyways, whatevs. I'm out.

x

Housing...

I am houseless...

Well obviously I have a roof over my head at the moment, but when it comes time to going to uni, I am houseless.

I flatstick have no where to live.

This should worry me, but it doesn't. In fact it worries me that I'm not worried.

I do have a couple of options, but nothing is set in concrete.

I'd just LOVE to know the criteria to get into on-campus residency, because if some Melbournian towny has got a place there, yet I who lives three hours away with no family there has not, I'm gunna be pretty pissed.

I don't get the whole criteria based thing anyways. I think they should just put all the names in a hat pull them out and then do a background check on them. I'd find that more fair. Hell, I'd find it more fair if they just walked up to random people and said "you've got a place".

Grrrrrrrr...

Well... tonight's is short. But I've got nothing.

Night

x

PS. How absolutely hilarious is my pun picture? Get it?? House? Hil-arious.

Badass...

I wish I was badass... I really do.

But cool badass, where like everyone still likes you and doesn't think you're a complete toss bag.

Mind you, I don't think I'm mean for bad ass... For starters, I like being clean. I like the look of it though.

I think I'm more of a geek. This is not to be confused with nerd. Nothing against nerds, but I feel that nerds are overly smart. Geeks just have good general knowledge.

I discovered I was a geek in about year nine when the last instalment of Star Wars came out. We were discussing how it was quite good, but then I blurted out "yeah, but obviously the first three instalments were considerably more superior, especially considering they didn't have the CGI technology we take for granted today." Loser much?

It used to bother me that I was different in primary school. I used to get bullied... A LOT. In the end I just agreed with anything anyone said and kept my head down. I know it sounds stupid, but I've never regretted that I tried to change myself to fit in. I mean, I didn't succeed with the act, so I feel it taught me it's better to just be yourself than try to be something you're not.

When I got to high school it was like this whole other world opened up to me. I know most people say that about Uni and stuff, but I came from a very very small primary school with sorta just over 100 students, so to go to a school with over 500 was unreal.

I was so lucky with the people I met at SHS. They didn't care if I liked to quote full South Park episodes, watched The Mighty Boosh every weekend or spent most of my time talking about David Bowie. They just embraced it... or just smiled and nodded politely.

One of the best people I ever met was Leigh. He just gets me.

When we first met though, I will admit, I thought he was a tad weird, but that's what makes him so good.

I just wanted to take a minute to thank him, coz I don't think I ever do.

Well... this all got a bit serious, didn't it?

This was supposed to be a blog about Badassness...

I guess the real reason I could never be badass is because I care too much. I care what people think, I care how people feel and I care enough not to want to waste my life.

Night

x

Another brick in the wall...

I've just finished watching an episode of "The 7 Ages of Rock" and it was awesome.

I've been watching this show a bit, but this ep really just hit my sweet spot.

It was about glam rock and it revolved around Pink Floyd, The Velvet Underground and David Bowie's influence on rock.

The thing that amazed me was Pink Floyd's tour of "The Wall". It was a concept show where for the first half of the show they had roadies build a GIGANTIC wall in front of the band and at the very end when there was only one brick left they sung "Goodbye Cruel World". It was just so theatrical and awesome, but then to top it all off they came back for Act II and they started off singing "Comfortably Numb" on top of the wall. As the show progressed the wall became a giant projection screen where an animated film was played through out the rest of the concert. The images in this vaguely reminded me of Salvador Dali's work. To finish it all off the wall came crashing down at the very very end.

How unreal is that for a concert?

Unfortunately the show ran at a loss and was only performed in four venues.

Wouldn't you love to have been one of those people who saw it? I mean, I'm not a huge Pink Floyd fan, but wow that was just too cool.

I really admire the people who can come up with this. That takes guts to try and pull that off.

Anyways, I just wanted to voice my thoughts on that. I'll be back later

xx

Californication...

Californication has just come on.

God I love that show. Like, LOVE that show.

I told my Mum the other day that I'd love to have a part on it. I don't think I've ever seen my Mum more disgusted, upset and disappointed all in one hit. Yeah, my Mum doesn't really like the show all that much.

I mean there are heaps of reasons to love the show.

1. It's super funny. Very witty.

2. It's different from all the other shit on TV.

3. It's slightly rebellious.

4. Hank Moody is a bad boy. I love a bad boy.

I had never really noticed how much I love a bad boy till recently. I mean, if I go and name all my celebrity crushes they've all had some problem or other.

For example:

* Russell Brand - Drug and Sex addiction

* Johnny Depp - Drug and Alcohol addiction

* David Duchovney - Sex addiction

* Robert Downey Jr - Drug and Alcohol addiction

* Robbie Williams - Drug, Alcohol & Sex addiction

* Noel Fielding - Drug addiction

I could go on.

I've also noticed that I have the hots HUGELY for older men and I don't mean like you know 5 years older. I mean significant age gaps.

For example:

* David Bowie

* Rod Stewart

* Adam Hills

* Ewan McGregor

* Hugh Laurie

* Adrian Edmondson

* See the above list

ETC ETC ETC

Anyways, my point is that I think I'm a freak. I am concerning myself. I asked Mum today what she would do if I brought one of these guys home and she said "Obviously I'd be disappointed, but it's something I'd just have to deal with."

OBVIOUSLY I'D BE DISAPPOINTED?????

I didn't really know what to think. Not that I have ever envisaged myself marrying someone like the afore mentioned, but if I brought home a boyfriend like that I don't want my Mum to feel disappointed. I don't even understand why she'd be disappointed. They're recovered addicts...well most of... well...Anyways the point is I guess I didn't think she'd be that upset.

Bahahahahaa

Runkle: (opening an old edition of Hank Moody's early work) "Oooh signed edition "Dear Kelly, Thanks for the awesome oral?" Whose Kelly?"

Moody: "I don't know, but I wish she did. Sounds like she's got mad skills."

Now that's funny shit.

Well I think I'll stop while I'm ahead.

Fur...

I had a day off work today because I wasn't feeling to well.

So I went and had a look at all the DVDs we've got, struggling to find something new and I discovered I have a copy of "Fur". My heart was beating so fast. I was so excited. I'd forgotten I had burnt it last year... COUGH COUGH I mean acquired it in a legal way.

So I sat down to watch it.

I haven't been this excited in ages coz not only is it a story about one of my all time favourite artists Diane Arbus, it has one of my all time favourite actors in it Robert Downey Jr.

I know the whole story is fabricated, but it was still very touching. If you strip away the story to its bare minimum it is truly a story about being loved for who you are. Downey's portrayal of a man with hypertrichosis (also known as wolf man syndrome... I'll post a pic at the end) is heartbreaking.

Without sounding like a bit of a freak, I found when she shaved him very sexy, and when he was shown for what he truly is you realise that he is just as beautiful in and out.

Good Night

xxx

Internet...

Why does my internet hate me? WHY???

I have had so much trouble with it tonight. I can't download podcasts, it drops out all the time and constantly needs refreshing.

I have noticed though tonight how much I rely on the internet. Not just for socialising, but just for general entertainment. "Nothing on TV you say? Why, trusty internet will help us!"

Sometimes I think I have an addiction, but then I just think I'm generally bored most of the time.

I dunno.

Sigh I think I'm coming down with something. My nose is drippy and I just feel generally lousy. To make matters worse I have to go to work tomorrow. Ugh.

So not in the mood.

I feel so restless though. I don't know whats wrong with me, but it's driving me crazy. I think I need to get outside my own head. I need to socialise or something.

Hopefully it will pass tomorrow.

Night x

PS. Now I'm doubley rebel coz not only did I blog during the day, I blogged again tonight :O I AM JAMES DEAN.

I've got the music in me...

Wow! How rebel am I? Blogging during the day! POW!

I was in the shower today and I started to wonder if people do the same thing I do, which is sing songs, but then mentally rearrange them in your head to like a duet or a ballad or a genre completely different to it's original one.

I dunno. I'm starting to think they don't.

The thing is, I'm too lazy to follow it through, so I never actually get on the keys and plod away trying to work it out.

I think that's why I'd never succeed musically.

I'm too lazy. I'm more than happy to play music other people have written, but I don't wanna do it myself.

I did write some musical arrangements in high school, which weren't too bad, but even then it was course work, so I had to do it. I chose to write move score type music, coz I couldn't be fucked writing lyrics to it.

Lyrics are the hardest thing to write for me. Whatever I write I look at and think "It's been done before" or "LAME!!".

I can't even be bothered to write out the music properly. I am quite capable at reading and writing music. Sight reading is my speciality, but ugh. It all seems like a hassle to write it out.

Maybe I should get that software were you just play it and it writes it all up for you. I'm pretty sure that software exists... Doesn't it?

One day I'll give it a go for real. One day...

The Pick Up Artist...

I watched "The Pick-Up Artist" for the first time today and instead of the good feeling you usually get at the end of a rom com I just felt sad.



Watching Robert Downey Jr's bright young face follow Molly Ringwald around made me feel so alone. When he chases her all the way to Atlantic City all I could think was "Why can't I meet a guy who would do that?".



Wow. I can't believe I just typed that. I'm a little embarrassed. Makes me sound like some sad and desperate woman.



Um... so yeah... let's change the topic...



Went and saw "Bran Nue Dae" tonight. What a brilliant film!! It's a shame that Australian films don't get half the publicity or funding American films.



Yeah... I think I'm just gunna stop now. I feel... alone.



Night xx

Home Movies...

Nothing is worse than watching yourself on film... NOTHING!!

Well, actually, there are probably worse things... like living in poverty, having no TV, loosing one earring etc.

Anyways, none of those things apply, coz this shitz about self embarrassment. Word to yo mutha.

Um... yeah gangster doesn't work for me.

Anyway, back to topic. I was watching a DVD of a musical I did a couple of years ago with a friend tonight and I was just so embarrassed to see myself doing these things on stage, even though when performing them I don't have a problem.

I just look at myself and think "Wow, is that really what I looked like when I did that? I look like a retard." It got to the point where I stole the remote off her and fast forwarded all the parts I was in.

Isn't that awful? Why is it that I have this stupid problem? I mean, I have no problem with performing to large crowds or anything like that, but to sit and watch myself makes me feel more embarrassed than doing a fart in a crowded space.

I suppose the solution to this problem is, just don't watch.

Man, I'm so good at solving problems I could be a super sleuth... NOT.

Urgh. Time to stop this drivel. Night xxx

Futurist...

Ok, so it's 1.51am. I was so tire about an hour ago I thought I was gunna puke and now I am WIDE awake.

So, I thought I'd talk about my rediscovered obsession.

Robert Downey Jr.

I know you're all going "Oh Wow. How original...not", but I find him extremely fascinating.

For example...

Did you know he studied ballet?

I became really obssessed with him when I was like 11 and I saw him in "I Want Love" by Elton John. The only problem was it was very hard to be obsessed because my parents wouldn't let me watch anything he was in, but it did make me very aware of him.

I did get to watch "Chaplin" when I was about 12 or 13 and I just remember thinking "If I could be half the actor he is, I'd be happy". Without sounding like a cliche I'd say that he is one of the best actors of our generation.

I became reobsessed when I was about 15 and "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang" came out... God I love that film.

But anyways, the point of all this is that I have become obsessed again is because I discovered he has an album. I know I'm a bit of a late comer to this fact, but I was so excited coz I always thought "He's such a good singer, why not release an album".

I was so excited when I found footage of him recording on YouTube. The thing I loved the most was that he just looked so genuinely happy.

He just seems like a genuine guy, when he smiles he screws up his whole face... I like that.

Anyways... I needed to get that out of my system.

Night Possums

xxx

It's complicated...

So... my blog tonight isn't anything great, but I just wanted to tell the story of what happened tonight...

I went out for thai with three wonderful friends, D, L and L2 (male). So we have very yummy food and then go to Maccas for dessert (doesn't everyone?) and we decide to go to the cinema.

Unfortunately, L can't come so D, L2 and I decide to go and see "It's Complicated". We get there, everythings fine blah blah blah, laugh our way through most of the film (not because it's particularly funny, just because we were being generally retarded).

Anyways... A quite large woggy looking man gets up and heads to the door in quite a timely manner, as if something was quite urgent. Just as he passes us L2 says "He must need to shit!". Now, L2 has quite a booming voice, even when he's trying to be quiet and it was quite unfortunate that the man had stopped at the door (which was near us) momentarily for some reason. I look up at him just as L2 says this and he is staring right at us. I go to L2 "Oh my God, we're gunna get bashed after this!" to which L2 continues to laugh. I then told L2 that the man was standing quite near us. It then all clicks is for L2 and he begins to worridly laugh.

Luckily this all happened near the end of the film. Poor D had no idea what was going on and as soon as the movie finished L2 and I get up and go "Quick we've gotta run!!" D thinks we're joking, but we're not. We try to make it down the stairs and quickly as possible without drawing attention and get to our cars.

Now, I know that's not a great story or anything, but I just felt it needed to be said. It was one of those "had to be there" moments.

Oh well...

Night night

xxx

John, I'm only dancing...

I want a tattoo...

Like REALLY want a tattoo... But there are four reasons why I haven't followed through with it:

1. PAIN!!!!

2. Cost

3. Design

4. Did I mention pain?

Plus I can't decide where I want one. I mean you're stuck with this for life. I don't want to be 70 and my grandchildren going "Why did you get that stupid design?". Plus I change my mind about the design like every other week. I want it to mean something, but then I'm only 19, so I'm scared that something that has relevence now will just come off as foolish later on.

When it really comes down to it, I think the only reason why I want one is because they're a bit of a fashion statement at the moment. I mean, think about it. How people do you know that have a tattoo? How many people do you see down the street with tattoos? Remember when only punks, rebels and bikers got tatts? Those were the days... Mind you, when I was a kid it was like the grungers, goths and bogans that got tattoos.

I wish I was around for Punk... Mind you I think I would've chickened out. I couldn't put all those safety pins in my face. God know what disease's you'd catch from that.

I'd be a Glam girl. Ziggy Stardust, he's the man for me. Sigh. You know Ziggy first hit the scene in 1968. That makes him 51 years old. That is just unbelievable. He is eternally youthful. I think it shows how ingenius David Bowie is. He basically created his own style of music, fashion and still inspires musicians today. That to me is the measure of a true talent.

I was always a Bowie fan. I think because Mum is such a big fan. I became completely obsessed when I was about nine and my parents hired Labyrinth for me from "Civic Video" as it was known then (are there Civic Videos any more?). All I wanted to do is have David Bowie show up at my school. Ofcourse at the time I don't think I realised just how famous David was. My obsession flared back up a couple of years ago. I spent all of my first term of Yr 11 Art doing portraits of him...

That sounds majorly creepy now that I've written that down.

Maybe I should get a tattoo of Ziggy?

I dunno.

Till Next Time...

xxx

One

Ok, so here I am in my bed, laptop sitting in front of me, Austin Powers on the tele and I have to say I'm feeling abit nervous and apprehensive about doing this... It's something I've always wanted to do, but never have...

So this is my first blog... I'm kinda scared noone will read it, but then I think I'd be relieved if noone did coz that would take the pressure off.

So I guess now is the time for introductions... My name is Monique, I'm 19 (I turn 20 this year and I'm starting to freak out coz that means soon I'll be able to say "hey that was cool almost 20 years ago" etc etc etc) and I finish my gap year at the end of this month, so soon I'll be shippin off to uni.

Uni freaks me out... alot... and I know it's stupid to be scared of it, but it's not so much the moving away from home or the lack of money, it's the course I'm doing... It's a Bachelor of Creative Arts majoring in Drama... They take like 60 people a year! 60 PEOPLE! and they audition over 300... OVER 300 PEOPLE THEY CHOOSE ME! Now I'm not saying this because it sounds impressive, I'm saying this because... well... what if they choose wrong? What if I'm not good enough? What if I'm not just cut out for it?

That last question is the thing that worries me the most... This course is my dream... I've wanted to study Drama since I can ever remember. All I've ever wanted to be is a paid actress... I feel like there's too much presure on this course to complete my dreams... I'm scared I'm going to fail...

Well that all got a bit serious didn't it?

Soooooooo, let's change the topic slightly?

Did you know that if the human stomach didn't store food we'd have to eat every 20 minutes?

Um.. yeah... I think I might stop it there... for now...

ps. The picture has absolutely no relevence whatsoever... I just like Diane Arbus.