young liars

hrmmm

2006-07-18T06:04:10Z

this morning i went grocery shopping at bi lo after my first proper night in my brand spankin' new cooks hill room. that in itself is exciting enough- you know, like being able to buy whatever you want (3 cans of italian roma tomatoes, 4 cans of baked beans, a loaf of bread & promite & nuttelex yeeha). however when waiting for the rain to cease out front of markettown i asked a large, wheelchair ridden man for a light. Considering my anti-social habit i decided i'd remain near the man away from the rest of the shoppers. General small talk led to him asking 'so, have you ever done any waitressing?'.

& i haven't, so my answer was of course no. So mr obese wheelchairman says to me 'I'm looking for someone to do some waitressing for me... one thousand dollars for three hours at the crowne plaza hotel by the water...'. It took me a good couple of moments to realise that 'waitressing' was like some weird street euphemism for prostitution. !!!!. i was being solicited. !!!!. it was like wtf do i look like? so i said 'I'm sorry, but as a practicing catholic i cannot undertake in those sorts of things'.

& this less than a gentleman asked 'so you don't have sex? do you have a boyfriend? aren't you even allowed to get intimate?'. eugh. & just so you know, i left without taking him up on his offer.

& in other news i have a job. at wok n roll! asians with broken english are frustrating to work for :S

oh&...

2006-06-20T08:50:49Z

you know how some newspapers have the fashion sections with pics of random goodlookers they found on the street...well, when joe & i were making our way to monkeys we happened to be stopped by those cats ey. shes like 'so where's yr scarf from?...oh kathmandu, where's that?..himalayas, heh heh i thought you meant it was a store!' silly bitch. nah she was nice. the photographer made me pose, ack. 'just look off into the sunset and give us some attitude!'. bollocks. but it's weird because last time i was with joe on darby st we just narrowly missed the fashion people.

_negativenancy @ 2006-06-20T18:37:00

2006-06-20T08:45:33Z

i genuinely love it when a boy (who is only a friend) can say 'i've really missed you' with a bucketful of tenderness. particularly when he is really tall, has long red hair and is built like a brick wall. i haven't seen joeysephine since mid, or is it late..febuary. damn our idiosyncratic schedules.

_negativenancy @ 2006-06-19T16:25:00

2006-06-19T06:25:14Z

Phillip died a few days ago, which capped off a really awful 24 hours. I miss my aggro angel fish :(

_negativenancy @ 2006-05-24T21:38:00

2006-05-24T11:56:47Z

the australian bureau of statistics is fascinating. did you know that the rate of births to mothers under 20 has dropped by 4 per cent in the past 24 years? I'm going to employ my sociology skills and hypothesise that these days kids are prolonging entrapment. marriage, kids & a mortgage i meant i meant.

buuttt the point of this was- i almost ALWAYS leave things to not the minute but last second. whether waking at 4am to do the last couple of paragraphs or frantically trying to find somewhere to print my assighnment because technology is particularly cruel to me. I still manage to get relatively good marks hey. at uni thus far ive gotten a distinction and a high distinction, makes me wonder what i could do if i applied myself consistently :/ ahh well.

gotta run y'all, have to coordinate my outfit for tomorrow!

_negativenancy @ 2006-05-17T22:07:00

2006-05-17T12:18:44Z

after leaving eleanor this afternoon, at the bus stop an older gentleman with wickedly tobacco-stained fingers asked if each bus passed went through mayfield. After pointing him in the right direction he watched as i scavenged through my bag for my bus ticket. almost assertively he asked 'you're a musician aren't you?' & it was 'why, yes of course'. He picked me for a guitarist & i asked 'how did you know?'. He smiled flashing a toothy grin and told me 'it's your hands, you have the hands for it, you have a string players hands'. I told him i'm a cellist too & was impressed by this and the length of the time i'd been playing. I guess with the last comment i was complimented. & it was oddly impressive that his friend was smoking from a pipe.

_negativenancy @ 2006-05-07T18:07:00

2006-05-07T10:21:29Z

i love amber because on msn she asks 'how are your fishies going?' and knows who i'm talking about when i mention Phillip ♥

_negativenancy @ 2006-04-26T16:03:00

2006-04-26T07:09:30Z

ran out of gas while we were in the sky
automatic pilot and x ray spex
we were kissing in the cockpit when the airplane wrecked

3am, Buddy Holly & a hangover

2006-04-09T11:18:18Z

it's lovely when i come home early hours of the morning and collapse on the lounge sobering up from the gin & beer. because lately i'd switch on rage when not quite ready for bed, and id get a my bloody valentine clip. brilliant! the minor keys, the droning, kevin shield's voice blending in with and always on the verge from being indistinguishable from the sinuous guitars...almost soothes that feeling of someone chiselling through the top of my skull. But Ween, push tha little daisies..did it ever occur to anyone that they were a touch bizarre, a tad strange? just a thought.

i love those moments when you dont want to wake up a sleeping household, let alone announce your presence & just by chance you accidentally switch over to the stereo when fumbling with the remote in the dark. 'That'll Be the Day' at some ridiculous volume early hours of this morning. oh BUGGER!

_negativenancy @ 2006-04-04T21:53:00

2006-04-04T11:58:22Z

ohmygoodness, cocteau twins. what a fucking revelation. lizfraserlizfraserlizfraser!....mmmyeah she could sing in the most straightforward manner and still sound so incredibly enchanting & majestic. it's been a while since i've felt this love. each song is so singularly stunning and whole that after so many listens i still struggle tto recall what i just heard.

_negativenancy @ 2006-03-29T22:01:00

2006-03-29T11:47:24Z

in a month we move along to our next abode. movedd quite a few times over the years, so i was always like yeah cool lets go. i love the feeling of a new place. it's exciting and when lucky enough, magical.

though i've sat still for too long now, 4 years actually. we've taken root. & our little unit by the beach feels like a real home. so im apprehensive to move, plus packing and cleaning the place is a royal pain..though this new placce will give me sooo much more space- for my instruments, record player & stereo, oh and it is still by the beach and has a pool and courtyard. but BEST of all is i get to have a housewarming party.

_negativenancy @ 2006-03-26T20:43:00

2006-03-26T11:14:32Z

the possibility of doing a uni-exchange has put an unexpected spring in my step. but i wonder why i feel i need to go so badly :/

OH the options were SO GREAT! well, maybe not, just disappointed about the american universities on offer. NOrth Carolina? Arizona? Iowa? aha (though amy told me she thought dawson's creek maay have been set or filmed in NC or something, either way im too lazy to look it up)...however, i am sriously considering Clarkson in New York state. seems kewl heh heh. the biggest pro is the 'couple of hours roadtrip from new york & boston!'. & itssuper close to the canadian border but i dont want to go to montreal or toronto right now. and they refer to themselves as 'Clarksonians!!', not sure if i wanted to be referred to as a Clarksonian. sounds like a gang of nerds or frat house or secret club or something :S otherwise there are uni's from austria, germany, and sweden.

germany would have been interesting. though my inability to speak german would really hamper my socialising & who honestly goes for the study anyway? so, my other serious option is the university of anglia in norwich. big pro- 40 minute flight to amsterdam ( and the gentleman representing the uni told me you can get flights for 5 pounds so hrmm) & i want to go see more of engerrrland and europe anyway. but wherever i go it wont be until either june or september next year.

might also be moving house. im keeen & this place has a pool & apparently a good entertaining area & has the beach over the dunes behind it meaning a housewarming party.

_negativenancy @ 2006-03-19T21:04:00

2006-03-19T12:37:54Z

i want to one day try travelling the world, from city to city, busking. i'll build my repertoire & see if i can survive with just a guitar & backpack being, i guess, a nomadic busker. the buskers of the subway, tube & metro are quite respectable. actually, i cant remember if the tube had buskers, more than likely but im vague...saw almost an entire string section at a metro station (yeah that was 6 violins+ a soloist, 2 violas, 2 cellos & a double bassist, all in a grimey and narrow metro walkway) .

_negativenancy @ 2006-03-13T10:37:00

2006-03-12T23:40:43Z

after watching the graduate i realised there was no adjective that could do justice to or adequately describe the sexiness of Anne Bancroft aka Mrs Robinson. so i came up with my own - 'aargfgrahhgaarhgfar'. that detached, aloof & frank sexiness, not to mention that husky voice mhmmm

_negativenancy @ 2006-03-12T00:11:00

2006-03-11T13:20:03Z

had a job interview today. had to sell a salt shaker to the fat baker. that fat fuck....ooops i bet the karmic effect of my vitriolic comment wil be that i dont get that most anticipated call for a trial run. i'm just bitter every employer in the bay area wants 'bubbly, happy' girls. the only bubbly i got is champagne thankyou, har har.

mother earth is pregnant for the 3rd time for y'all have knocked her up

2006-02-22T00:52:35Z

uni could be a potentially productive and informative time for me. however there are 2 bars on campus & after 2 days i've already skipped 2 lectures to drink beer & gin+tonic & pimm's ( God, why am i so weak? ) eugh, jerks. bad form indeed.

&& i have thong tan. meaning- on my feet there is a ghost white boomerang shape at the beginning of my toes wherei have been wearing my havianas like sin, which contrasts quite nicely to my tan. it's fantastic

the size of our love..

2006-02-05T08:52:45Z

these just may aswell be my favourite photos, ever. josephine really isn't emo or a metalhead, as the pics suggest. he is beautiful & fun & the best riot grrrl friend a music geek could wish for.

_negativenancy @ 2006-01-06T11:38:00

2006-01-06T10:48:26Z

a week or so before i left mum and i were in the car. it was a warm, breezey day & id popped a freshly baked mixed cd in. it is rare that mum should turn one of my songs right up. but once she heard the first few bars of the lemonhead's cover of mrs robinson there was no stopping her.

so we rode along, the both of us singing 'and heres to you mrs robinson, heaven holds a place for those who pray a-hey hey hey...'it was rather beautiful & i think i would call it bonding...bonding over the lemonheads.

every half completed sentiment that you always meant to say..

2005-12-23T11:18:22Z

what i really love about france is that so many people ride bicycles. and my favourite kind too...you know, those old ones with the large wheels and big curvy frames. people, everywhere, just riding around (without helmets!). i want one of those bicycles,a red one, and i want to live in an area with heaps of old trees & parks, so in the springtime i can ride my bike through the park in the afternoon sunshine...

_negativenancy @ 2005-12-19T11:23:00

2005-12-19T12:03:37Z

we spent our last night in paris hunting down lesbian bars. and I was going on what lonely planet told me. 'relaxed..plays mellow music', this is an example of a euphemism so take note. what they really meant to say was 'we are lazy (straight) bastards who cant be bothered finding decent gay bars, so this is a pokey little place where only old lumberjack dykes go to mingle'. ol it wasnt that bad, im just in a bad mood cos i got a shit uai. so anyway, the good thing about this little, uninhabited lesbian bar played patti smith, and when i was really not expecting it, they started playing edith piaf's la foule (from my summer of love!!!) and the demure little gay bois whisked up the lumberjack dykes and they started waltzing in a lively and energetic manner. it was beautiful. but it was hiularious how these straight israeli boys mosied on into the bar, oblivious to obvious gayness of the place. on of the three started hitting on julia, a sat there smirking, biting my tongue so damn hard. one of his friend was smiling at me, he must of thought i was reciprocating because of my smirking, oops.

so we left for another bar.this place was actual good. many, many pretty girls. and the bartenders aahgrhfagfargfargaeef...i got hit on by a melany. we were leaning against the wall, and she inched closer and closer. as soon as julia went to get me more beer BAM she started talking to me. but i really oblivious to being hit on. its a worry, and scares me a bit. next a woman with poor english and who is my mums age asked me to dance, my reply 'umm, gotta go..train!'she was good looking for her age, but no, just nooooooo...

then we had a hell of a time getting back to our hotel. holy shit it was scary. there was an accident, trains stopped running...sigh, second time lucky. i woke up the next morning with a hangover consisting of a headache and a shania twain song stuck in my head, ouch.

_negativenancy @ 2005-12-16T23:44:00

2005-12-16T23:10:58Z

retail therapy. to relieve some of this pent up anxiety about hsc results i had a satisfying dose of retail therapy. because silly me forgot to pack my board of studies and uac pin numbers before leaving home. so going about getting results is rather difficult at the moment, and i was already tense enough keeping in mind i've been a chronic procrastinastor since year 10 which has crippled my marks since.

so yes today...it was raining in paris today, but it was a lovely light, misty rain. i really enjoy parisian rain. our plans were to go to sacre couer, but the view would have been poor. instead it was decided we'd go and hunt down paris's finest tea house. a selection of over 500 teas, now if that isnt impressive...i take my tea seriously, so i was willing to splurge. yeah i spent 38 euro on tea. but just steppping through the doors and there was no way i couldnt, it smelt divine in there. so i purchased white tea, and 'velvety& fruity sweet green tea'. the green tea came in a cute little black tin. my only problem is its loose leaf and i have no teapot with me!!!

afterward, i impulsively decided to enter this dank little clothes shop. but the beauty of it was that it was second hand, and unlike the majority of australian second hand shops, this stuff was quality. packed rack after rack of cool shit. and appropriately, on the wall near the counter was a poster of a buff man with a tranny, in a compromising pose. it was soo charming. after a thorough raiding of this little store, i paid around 40 euro for an actual sailor shirt, this red stripey button up shirt with differing widths of the red/white stripes and a dress with patches with red dots and a red and white flower pattern. it shall be my picnic dress. meaning as soon as i get back im going on a picnic...

overall im happy with todays many, fruitful purchases. ahh paris <3

_negativenancy @ 2005-12-12T19:57:00

2005-12-12T19:21:00Z

ahh the joys of low budget accomodation, or slumming it, if you please. our second and third nights in paris were spent in this little grimey squeeze of a place where you'd virtually have to crouch a bit and climb through like a hole in th e roof to get up the stairs....ok so the room itself wasnt that cramped. but shit, 2 out 3 times the shower was cold. aaannd what really made me go eugh was the strains on the bed. it's ALWAYS the stains on the bed hey. first i noticed the ink and i was like ah righto thats ok i have a sleeping bag.

however, this gunky, gloopy blood thing o n t he side of the bed made me step up into the bed each time or like panic each time i came close to it. it was like a clump! but the real thrill was peeling back the pillow this morning to discover a blood stain on the sheet. but this time i didnt freak. i stood pondering the connection between the the ink and the blood.

my more imaginative and romanticised self hoped that a down&out poet, on his last legs, rented the room in attempt to write his final masterpiece. he hoped that such a rundown little room would become the muse for a piece that for weeks after it had been published people would still discuss it in the streets. but alas, for hours he tossed and turned in a claustrophobic frustration.he finally snappped and in a fit stabbed himself with his pen, and as the blood flowed, so did the words....but then the realist in me goes nah some junkie was probably having a particularly bad trip...

but it was an experience non the less!

_negativenancy @ 2005-11-27T21:10:00

2005-11-28T03:11:45Z

greetings from new york

central park

a candid shot of julia

courtesy of julia

Chicks on Speed at the Knitting Factory-

this is annette, she was standing in for alex

neither does kiki or melissa, no we dont play guitars!

annette, melissa & kiki

& it snowed in my hair see, SEE!!

_negativenancy @ 2005-11-19T21:44:00

2005-11-20T02:49:43Z

oh my goodness. there is nothing like the panic that paralyses you when, sleeping in only undies because of no sleepstuff, 3 mean jiggle the keys in the door of yr room and come in. thankfully they saw we were 'sleeping' and left after a few nervous minutes for both parties involved. after that, i scampered around the cramped and messy room, rumagging for clothes to put on...wow hostels are fun

_negativenancy @ 2005-10-24T23:14:00

2005-10-25T07:01:49Z

today was the first time i went for a full on swim since um...yes a couple of months ago. it was mighty cold and about 40 metres out dolphins were frolicking, there was heaps of splashing and for a moment i hoped it was a shark attack...ok im joking shark attacks are hoorible and there was no one about. After spending several minutes in the shallows whinging over how could it was i took the plunge. I bet diving into cold water is what rebirth feels like.

it was so cold i got frostbite, they had to amputate my left breast : / i now have to stuff the brra cup my left breast left vacant. boys will never want to go out with me waaahhhh