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[03 Jun 2006|09:09pm] |
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HEY Y'ALL.
So, I've finally made a new Livejournal because this one is LAME. Especially the name. The name is LAME. My new one is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) myfriend_goo (yes as in Sonic Youth whooo) and hopefully it will be A LOT LESS LAME. BUT WE CAN ONLY HOPE. So, y'all need to friend me up, buttercup. Because I can't be bothered adding youse. Haha I said youse. How quaint.
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[30 May 2006|09:48pm] |
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SO KIDS.
I figured if even Lyndon updated then perhaps I should too. My short burst of motivation to do schoolwork has rapidly reclined to my usual state of apathy, and thus I have a lot of work to do. Which obviously I won't.
On Monday I had my English in-class, which I'm pretty sure I failed at a little. Today I had my S&E inclass which I'm pretty sure I failed at a lot. I also had to hand in my photography portfolio which I'm pretty sure I failed at a bit.
My teeth hurt.
Everything bores me.
I'm kind of a little sad.
But I'm only pretty sure a bit.
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[25 May 2006|09:03pm] |
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Things are looking up tonight.
I've spent the evening so far working through my photography written work and catching up on maths I couldn't be bothered doing before because I felt too crappy. I'm steadily working my way through this huge mound of work I have due, and even though I've only done a bit, I'm pleased with myself that I've finally motivated myself to do SOMETHING. Anything at all besides just sit there for hours on end not doing anything.
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[18 May 2006|11:03am] |
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MAN. So far, today is a GOOD DAY. It's only 11 and I've already DONE STUFF. I woke up late and was feeling pretty shitty, and I've had a pretty stressful say week and a half, so I asked mum if I could stay home. So yeah, I did, and ALREADY I HAVE:
-Finished my book (OH NOES KARENIN DIED I ACTUALLY CRIED THEN.)
-Learnt the percussion piece which is FOUR PAGES OF ASS IN TWELVE EIGHT TIME. Fuck. I'm so fucking proud of myself. GO ME.
-Hung out the washing FOR MY MOTHER WITHOUT HER ASKING ME. Yeah. I'm too nice, I know.
-Got an interview for Coles, which is tomorrow afternoon. WHOO I'M ON MY WAY TO HAVING MONIES.
Today I plan on having:
-Cleaned my room.
-Worked on my photography research assignment.
-Worked on my S&E in-class notes.
-Cooking some form of foodgoods.
-Done something creative.
Really, if I'd gone to school, the only productive thing I would have done would have been to develop my macro shots. And I can do that during lunch on Monday anyways.
Tomorrow I'm going to UNYA, which I'm pretty looking forward to, but I still need to go to school later this afternoon to hand in the note because I WAS USING IT AS A BOOKMARK AND THEREFORE LOST IT.
I AM JUST TOO FUCKING AWESOME FOR YOU ALL.
(PS: You should all buy PalmerCash tshirts because they are CLASSIC)
(PPS: You should all go and buy the Grates album (Gravity Won't Get You High) because it is ACE. NO WAIT DON'T if you buy it then I won't be able to have this look of smug superiority when I listen to it)
Well. That just ruined my mood. My parents get back, and I'm like "Hey, look what I taught myself", and I play the piece, and they don't say ANYTHING. Not a well done, or a good work, or a gee that's pretty cool. I couldn't even play it at all last night, and they can't even say well done. Then I start practising it a bit more and my mum tells me to stop. I feel fucking great now.
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[13 May 2006|08:48am] |
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So, I'm lying in bed at say, 12:15 last night/this morning/whatever, and my phone starts ringing. S'a withheld number so I'm all uhhh okay. So I pick up, and start getting abused. Not only has this person called at like 12, when I was HAPPILY ASLEEP, they then start abusing me. After a while I figure out it is, of course, Jesse. Or Jes'se, or whatever the fuck he calls himself. So apparently, I've been "talking shit" about him. Never mind the fact I honestly don't give enough of a flying fuck about him to talk about him behind his back. So, after I hang up on him, he sends me this message saying (and this EXACTLY what he said):
"Excuse u just ruind my night thanks a lot ur the biggest losser. But not in the waite department i mean i the other way. I have no one left to abuse now.I need some one to abuse. I will see u again u do no so.N ill be chatin with u.Look forward to it.Har n dont talk no more shit u Fuken "muso"haha thats so lamo ur a losser . Hope ur all so scared.U can apolagise and ill be happy. Ok see yah bye"
THE FUCK. Yes, I'm absolutely trembling in my fucking boots.
Now tell me this, which is more lame: Being a musician and somehow being labelled that, OR, calling people at midnight to abuse them, when they really don't give a shit about whether you hate them or not.
BAH this has got me into a crap mood.
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[06 May 2006|10:34pm] |
DEAR GOD
I AM SO FUNNY
AMEN
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[28 Apr 2006|10:42pm] |
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If you could have ANYTHING right now, do, be, or have ANYTHING, what would it be?
Comment please, anon. or whatever if you want.
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[25 Apr 2006|03:27pm] |
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Right, so, it's my brother's birthday today. Happy 19th to Jiminy and all that, but I was making this ganoche stuff (melted chocolate and cream icing kinda deal), and when I added the cream to the melted chocolate, it totally went lumpy. So of course my instant reaction was all OMG TAMARA SHAT IN THE CHOCOLATE AGAIN JEEZ. Yeah. Just thought I'd share that with you all.
JEEZ TAMARA. STOP SHITTING IN THE CHOCOLATE IT'S REALLY INPOLITE.
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[22 Apr 2006|04:47pm] |
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Okayyyy. So for anyone that's going to the Murmurs/ers (oh who knows the spelling nowadays), here's the dealio. It's at the Fly By Night (Parry Street, Fremantle) from 2pm until 6pm, and if I haven't already handed over your ticket then you'll have to see me beforehand otherwise YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO GET IN BWAHAHA. Also, you may owe me monies, which I need because I don't have any of those :D. Ehmmm. What else? I mean obviously don't bring booze and hash and eccies and shit because it's a DRUG AND ALCOHOL FREE EVENT STAY IN SCHOOL KIDS. The bands playing are The Murmurs, Spectrum (who are apparently SHIT) and some dude called Chris O'Brien who is the brother of someone in the Murmurs or something. I dunno. If you don't know where it is, then look it up. Or just get dropped there or whatever but don't fucking ask ME. Because I won't be able to tell you. If you really need some help I'm going to meet Tamara at the station at ONE. So we have time to get lost. If you want to meet us there then tell me because otherwise I'll leave. SO yes. There. All the information you should need.
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[18 Apr 2006|06:01pm] |
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Yeah guess. Fucktard. |
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WORD UP, BRO.
Winning Days is a pretty freaking sick album. Like it's all WHOO I'M-A HIPPY MAHHHHN (eg Sun Child) but then it's got some pretty good fairly heavy stuff (like FTW). The Vines got all hyped up as like..a kind of new "it" band when Highly Evolved came out, but then kinda disappeared, so Winning Days wasn't as highly publicised, and you can tell they were exploring more styles and what would work for them. I haven't heard Vision Valley yet but I'm going to burn it and my hopes are high. YEAH CRAIG NICHOLLS YOU FUCKING HEARD ME.
I just thought I'd go all LET'S TALK ABOUT ALBUMS wankish shit on yo' ass. Dawg.
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[16 Apr 2006|10:34pm] |
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Happy Easter all! Like the holiday means fuck anymore. Maybe that's just my inner cynicism showing through. Maybe it's the fact I want to THROW UP CARROTS OVER MY KEYBOARD. Not that I've eaten any carrots but you know how it is. Yeah I've got a pretty crap cold which is pretty CRAP. Yeah...dude... yeah. I'm all NURRR and headachey and blocked nose and nausea-ish. But I think the nausea is caused by this cold and flu fizzy drink thingo I had. I just thought I'd complain a bit *grin* Mmmm my plannnns...hmmm. Tomorrow I think I'm going to Soph's house for a bit of music making if I'm not too sick, Tuesday I've gotta get Lyndon's present then go to Lyndon and Callum's...Wednesday...not sure but I need to see Jack sometime to get some Murmurs tickets. And he said he'd call me but somehow I don't see that happening. SOMEHOW. Ummm. I've really not got a lot to say. But lately I've been thinking a lot about my feelings for various people and it's all quite confusing really, but oh well. I'm just gonna wait and see what happens so it should all turn out cool. mmmmmm someone come and give me a hugggggg.
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[08 Apr 2006|11:15pm] |
I know I've been a bit of a post-whore tonight, but geebus I thought we all needed to just be reminded how freaking awesome David is XD
Daltry Waters took a puff from his cigar as Mrs. Hotpants slid into his office.'Heya baby...'
'Mr. Waters... your b - wait I don't know where I'm going with this.
'your brother has been drinking again, he comes home late at night and never treats me right!'
'Well, baby, my brother is a stupidhead. Come here'
Daltry grabbed his cigar and threw it behind him as he stood and held Mrs. Hotpants close to him. 'Mr. Waters, I'm pregnant, this is wrong!'
'But baby, it being wrong is what is making it oh so right!'
'I don't understand your logic, but whatever'
'Ya rly'
Daltry pushed her down onto his desk, sweeping away the many papers onto the floor in a moment of pure passion 'Please Mr. Waters, someone will hear!'
'Maybe hearing is what I love about you, baby'
...
Mr. Waters ripped open Hotpants' shirt, and started holy moley love making. Slowly he made his way down her body, to her tight tight pants. 'Wow, baby, your name doesn't lie. Your pants are hot, and a little tight.'
'Believe it or not, I can't breathe!'
Mr. Waters continued to make sweet love to his woma - uh, his brother's woman. Who is now his woman. Suddenly, Mason Waters burst into the office.
'DALTRY'
'Whoops'
'Eep'
'DALTRY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY WOMAN?!'
Daltry stood suddenly, letting Mrs. Hotpants smack her head on the desk.
'Uh, she fell on me.'
Pretend that you're still around says:
'You were on top!'
'I know. She fell on me really hard'
'I don't believe you. I can't believe you'd actually go and do this.'
'Sure you can. You just don't know it.'
Mr. Waters resumed his passionate love making with Hotpants. She moaned loudly as she got closer and closer to orgasm.
'DALTRY'
'Whoops'
'Oh Mason, I'm so sorry! I didn't want to hurt you!'
'Hurt me, Hotpants? WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BROTHER THEN?!'
'Well, the way I see it, if I got pregnant from him, you wouldn't really notice because you look the same anyway.'
'Wait, aren't you already pregnant?
Mrs. Hotpants stuttered for a moment.
'True. But if I got pregnant AGAIN.'
'MASON, this is enough, I'm in the middle of passionate love making, I don't want to be distu -
AND IT WAS AT THIS POINT MY MOTHER THREATENED TO DISCONNECT MY INTERNET.
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[08 Apr 2006|09:03pm] |
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Go to Wikipedia and look up your birthday (excluding the year). List three neat events, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.
Events:
1897 - The "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus" letter is published in the New York Sun.
1964 - Malta becomes independent from the United Kingdom.
1970 - Monday Night Football premieres
1993 - Grunge rock band Nirvana releases its album In Utero. (You know I couldn't resist adding that one)
Births:
1947 - Stephen King, American author
1962 - Rob Morrow, American actor (OMFG GUL HIS NAME IS ROB OMFG)
Death:
1776 - Nathan Hale hung by the British as a spy.
OH MAN MINE TOTALLY OWND ALL YOURS. MY DAY IS SO TOTALLY COOLER THAN YOURS HAHAHA I'M TOTALLY BADASS COOL MAN.
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[07 Apr 2006|09:17pm] |
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holy fuck. none. i shock and appall myself. |
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Okay, here's a question for y'all. What's that noise called, when you kind of squeeze your lips together then pull them apart and makes a popping sound? SERIOUSLY D00d I SO NEED TO KNOW.
But yeeeeeeah. Fuck me I need some more icons.
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| There's an end to this begin. It will help you sleep at night. |
[27 Mar 2006|09:25pm] |
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SO. I'm mega super duper tired, and as usual I have overdue homework, and I'm all crappy feeling but oh well. It's all good, hey? Mmm. There's this really cool bougainvillea (yes it's true I guessed the spelling) over the pond outside my window and it's like all groovy and shiznit, and the bright pink flowers are all OOH LET'S CONTRAST TO THE NIGHT SKYYYY OOOH POETIC and like cool and stuff. Fuck I need to sleep. I have to play lacrosse tomorrow morning. And hey I REALLY LIKE PORTISHEAD. Yeah. I kind of forgot they existed but yeah they're COOL and I have Dummy and it's a great album. Oh that Bill Bailey. Him and his whacky ways. I BET THIS MAKES A LOT OF SENSE. But yeah I figured I should do a non-angsty-teenager post as a change. And I would but I can't string any words together in a logical sentence. You know what I haven't watched in AGES? Red Dwarf. I've had this icon for ages and it just totally went over my head to actually watch it again. Hey I think I'm doing SCRAM tomorrow. Anyone else get sucked in to do that? Such a load of shit. But the guy has cool metaphors. Yeah like the bird flying over the onion that's being peeled. Yeah. Something like that. HELLO MR SLEEPMAN YES I LOVE YOU.
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[25 Mar 2006|09:18am] |
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Okay, so y'know what pisses me off? My mum doesn't let me sleep in. Like really, I'd be totally cool if it were just once in a while she woke me up early on the weekends, but no. It's every single freaking weekend she wakes me up at like 8:30. Just one weekend I wanna sleep in til 11 and not have my mum look at me with this really disappointed face of yell at me for not doing anything or threaten to disconnect my internet. And just do teenager-ish things like sit around with friends and eat lots of lollies and chocolate and crap food like that and not have her look at me as if I'm totally obese and I'm going to die from heart failure at the age of 20. Eurgh.
But anywho. Everything's pretty groovy at the moment besides my BURNING RESENTMENT TOWARDS MY MOTHER GROWING INSIDE ME THAT IS GOING TO EXPLODE ONE DAY AND I'LL TAKE OVER THE WORLD AND MAKE IT INTO A FREAKISH TV WATCHING, CHOCOLATE EATING SOCIETY OF DOOM. >_> Oh, me. I'm just too funny. But yeah, got a pretty alright weekend ahead of me, apparently I'm going on some family picnic bullshit, but then I'm going to Freo, which should be good 'cause I haven't gone in a while. Tomorrow I'm gonna go to Soph's for a while with Maddy, hopefully me and Soph can get in some practise so we can finally get ourselves ready to go busking, which we've been meaning to do for months.
I really want to get a job, there's heaps of stuff I wanna buy. Like some band tshirts, big huge combat boots that I've been wanting for ages but I'm too poor. Some vinyl and some posters. And just to have money to get coffee and stuff instead of being so brooooooooooke. It's not much funnnnn. Coles are way slow in getting me a job. They're all "YEAH HEY DO THIS TEST" and then they're like *nothing for months* then they're all "YEAH YOU'RE IN OUR TALENT POOL THINGAMAWATSIT" and they stillll haven't got back. Darnit I need MONIES. Ah well.
The bruising on my hand is healing a bit. Which is good.
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