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‘Breakfast with Cherry’ [25 Aug 2008|06:02pm] I will never forget the moment she entered my world. Her long, mocha flavoured locks hung straight and viciously blunt from a sharp centered part. She had sparkling moon eyes, like teacups filled with glittering fragments of silver. Her shade of skin was so white you could almost see the blood pounding through her veins. Aside from a striking shade of scarlet lipstick, she wore no cosmetics. Cherry moved in next door on Christmas day. The first time I was offered a further glimpse into her world was following a polite invitation to ‘breakfast’ on New Years Eve. The walls of Cherry’s apartment were tacked with magazine tear-outs of musicians, artworks and fashion models. There were no traces of friends or family to be witnessed. The kitchen featured an absence of fundamental equipment, including a fridge and cutlery. I was taken aback by the large crate of mandarins by the neglected stove, and the tall bottle of half-empty gin hiding in the bare corner. The dining table was dressed with a plastic checkered tablecloth, a heavy jug of steamy, black coffee and a smoky ashtray. ‘Wanna orange?’ Cherry asked, as she tossed me a mandarin. I asked Cherry where she was from. Her voice was stained with nicotine and lined with an air of intimidation. ‘Some place far, far away across the galaxy’ she breathed. With spindly hands crowned with gnawed fingernails, she proceeded to withdraw a packet of black clove cigarettes from her purse and smoke her way through the occasion. Cherry ignored the uncomfortable edge she invoked upon me and instead declared that she had moved to Brooklyn to become a famous ‘rock’n’roll star’. For such a fragile creature, she had the energy of a young child. She skipped around the place, generating life into to her bleak surroundings like dancing snowflakes on a miserable winter day. From that morning onwards, I was captivated. Our breakfast dates became daily rituals. I’d ask her streams of flowing questions but she’d rarely answer directly. She loved to talk, though. She spoke of the people she would meet, the places she would visit and the many dreams she would live. I knew so much about where she wanted to go, yet nothing about where she had been. At seven thirty on the first morning of February I hopped up her porch steps, scooped her front door key from behind the loose brick and wandered into her place, as routine. Instead of the customary dining table décor, a scribbled note sat silently staring back at me, waiting to tear my newfound world to pieces. Dearest Bobby, Been on the run. Still on the run. You can have the oranges (if you promise not to tell the policemen I was ever here). Lotsa love. She signed it with a lipstick kiss of cherry red. I still haven’t found out why she was running, or where she ran to. I did find out what it felt to spend the rest of my life yearning for someone I didn’t know. post comment

Checking Up, Checking In. [05 Jul 2008|10:59pm] To my dearest, darling-est yet majorly deserted internet diary, LONG TIME, NO SEE. Having routinely abandoned you – this time for almost five months, I figure that now is the perfect time to treat you with some literary jargon on the topic of what the fuck I’ve been up to lately. I’m currently sitting in the student hub listening to various music, browsing Swedish fashion blogs [but merely examining the photographs] and eating ‘smart beans’ that ‘actually help you think’. I don’t even like lollies, and the only enjoyable jelly beans are the licorice ones – fact. I guess I feel like polluting my body with toxins it really doesn’t need…   I am only one of few inhabitants of the dwelling, along with a dude with curly red hair who has been laughing hysterically at something on his computer screen for the past hour; a little, lost Islam boy who I’m sure equates to a modern replica of Jesus as a child [I hope his parents are somewhere… It’s getting late] and a couple of quaint, old security guards who appear far too saintly to protect an often heavily populated room of uni students from potentially dangerous outsiders.   Since I last updated, every single day has sped by – to the point where the whole time feels merely like a big, fat blur of passing words and images played on fast-forward. Along the way there have been alcohol-fuelled R+ occurrences, corny, soap opera-esque dramas and feel good, chick flick victories. I’m taller, blonder, boasting a bigger cup size [along with a mended broken heart], and, due to the fact that my adolescent life is finally somewhat organised, able to stop and smell the roses. Oh, and my confused pearly whites are increasingly evolving into perpendicular perfection – thanks to the incessant torture my orthodontist has been subjecting me to. Excellent! SO much has happened that I wouldn’t even know where to begin, so I’ll just fill you in with the boring basics.   After initially having been unemployed for what felt like forever, I firstly got a job working as a waitress/bartender on Darby Street. The pay was not impressive, the bosses were wankers and I could not stand working nights. ESPECIALLY weekend nights… Goodbye social life! Nonetheless, I put up with it for a few months in order to save a minuscule sum of riches and force my Dad to stop complaining. During that time I managed to smash a tray of champagne glasses, spray the entire ice bucket down the stairs and spill a tray of drinks over an unlucky customer and her expensive bag. I found it to be a learning experience, I guess. Thankfully I got offered two more jobs, a) as a SA/barrista in a cute Danish Bakehouse and b) as a food server in the infamous Harry’s Café De Wheels. I was working the three for a while, but then it all got a bit much and I quit working at the bar, and then woke up one morning [still] drunk from a big night out prior and decided I didn’t feel like working at the bakery anymore and would instead attend to my bed as opposed to my shift. Enough said.   Harry’s, renowned for it’s hot dogs and pies [blergh], is possibly the most unglamorous casual job ever, but one of the greatest. The wage rates are staggeringly [!] high and I get to sit and read my book all day while listening to music. I am AT LAST receiving a salary which will feed my awfully materialistic desires.   Just before I quit working at the bar my grandpa passed away and it was a really sad and stressful time. The whole situation is upsetting and I’m devastated for my grandma who is heaps rad. They were married for so long yet were still SO in love. They were best buds and spent all their time together. I would have loved to have at least seen him before he went or to have been able to give Grandma a big hug. Everyone used to call him ‘Farvie’ because when I was little I thought ‘Grandfather’ was too hard to say… On top of working three jobs, I also had a long list of assignments to hack through and obviously due to my circumstances [which further prevented me from attending the funeral] I was not in the greatest emotional state. I was missing my family and wallowing in self-pity. Meanwhile, the rainy weather would NOT cease. Total tearjerker of a time which has gladly passed.   On a brighter note, I have completed my first semester of university and even managed to score an array of distinctions despite being totally brain retarded, which made Mum proud. Instead of majoring only in journalism, I’ve decided to major in public relations too. I think it’ll broaden my options post-student life. Having embarked upon an exciting journey towards a career, I would not have chosen any other path. I am soooooooooo in love with my course and everywhere it will lead to. A while ago I interviewed the music and film editor of Yen Magazine for a character profile assignment, who is also the editor of Newcastle’s street press Reverb Magazine, and it was very inspiring. He has interviewed hundreds of artists; James Mercer, Marilyn Manson, Kim Gordon and SO many more. Plus he recently got published in Rolling Stone. Next semester I want to immerse myself entirely in what I’m studying and also start a portfolio of published work. At the moment I’m about to start working freelance for an upcoming publication called Bobby Magazine, ‘a fashion and culture street press magazine - a study of youth politics and subcultures’.   Life on the home front has been easy as. Gabby and I have formed quite a sisterly relationship, which involves hours spent chatting about the world, providing each other with emotional support, preparing gourmet feasts on stingy student budgets, testing various wines and, lately, exposing ourselves to pathetic reality television while drowning ourselves in blankets [the bitter winter of Newcastle has arrived]. We are both neat freaks, which is nice, and our headquarters are quite snazzy. We’ve got music always playing, incense always burning and a teapot often full. It has most definitely become ‘home’.   Now that I have some kind of idea as to what I’m doing, and I am finally FREE from chaos, I intend to establish more of a day-to-day routine as opposed to cruising through life in my own absentmindedness. DEAR DIARY: I’ll be here much more often from now on, documenting the days – internet style. Stay tuned.   X! 6 comments|post comment

Greetings folk, from here and there! [28 Mar 2008|05:10pm] The weekend following my last entry was... interesting. I arrived in Sydney on Thursday and cooked Dad a mammoth-sized lasagna to keep him alive for the week ahead. Later on I ventured across the road to Daniel’s for some champagne and internet television abuse. While his parentals are in Japan, Daniel has been fathering the family’s newly acquired French bulldog, Ziggy. Lulu now has an adorable male companion to chill with [right]: We were planning on hitting up Oxford Art Factory for Pet Cemetery but I got distracted by Skins and we thus did not leave the house until eleven. Once we finally arrived we found ourselves watching the end of the Garage to V competition which featured half of the My Disco set [which was pretty shit, in my opinion]. The best part of the night was viewing the LSD-fucked clan of teenage boys dance in the corner of the venue. On Friday we op-shopped and I was totally dead with exhaustion from who-knows-what… That evening we ditched the Vice Student Guide launch party for a chilled night in with the Biancas – pyjamas, nibbles, vodka cranberries and Planet Terror. After that I watched My Girl for a bit and then passed out. Dad took me to Imanja on the Saturday for a much-needed lunch of salad, juice and coffee. We then walked home where I painted my nails and scoped Donnie Brasco until it was time to get ready for Courtney’s 21st. The theme was 1940’s so dress-ups were in order. Everyone looked so great. The party itself was at some place in Surry Hills with an open bar, djs and delicious food. After a few glasses of wine I was really enjoying myself – so much that when I totally axed myself tumbling onto the dance floor in heels not once but twice I thought it was absolutely hilarious. That’s when it all went downhill… Perhaps not knowing the extent of my intoxication, I was given a shot of something chronic and downed it in a flash. The combination didn’t go down to well and thus everything came back up. Once it was time to leave and everyone had relocated outside, I took to someone’s front steps down the road and continued to regurgitate my innards for what seemed like forever. I hadn’t been so wasted since Tess’s party early last year. Somehow Daniel and Bianca B managed to drag me through the city, shoeless and stinking of spew, in order to get to a bus [upon which I continued to vomit]. The only other details I can remember from the night is arriving at Dan’s for a supervised shower and crashing while other people partied on for hours. Classy! The next morning, Sunday, I woke up to the disturbing realisation that I’d lost my bag. Apparently while I was heaving Daniel and Bianca B were looking for it but couldn’t spot it anywhere. Thankfully I’d somehow managed to keep my wallet and phone on me, and the bag was only a gold, thrifted Chanel rip-off. Alas – my house keys, USB holder and a reasonable amount of cosmetics were strewn into the unknown. The following Monday was spent equipping myself with new ones. Last Tuesday was the meeting for the student magazine! That was cool and I’m looking forward to contributing. On Wednesday I experienced my first night out in Newcastle with my lovely pal Caitlin who's in my writing class. First we met up at Kustoms with her posse for a couple of beverages and then ended the night on the d-floor at the Great Northern Hotel. Had an awesome time – not only does the Newcastle nightlife scene exist, but it’s quite colourful indeed... On Good Friday I trained to Sydney, again, for the Easter weekend. Most evenings were spent babysitting for old clients in order to rack up some cash but fun times were enjoyed nonetheless. On Saturday Dad and I went for brunch at Imanja again so I could catch up with his now ex-girlfriend [who, by the way, moved out two days after I did]. I think it’s nice that we’re civil after everything that has happened on the home front these past few years. Her new place is super nice and only one street down from Dad’s… On Saturday night I got to Daniel’s at around 12:30 to a household of drunken boys. Daniel was very wasted and it was highly amusing until he became very quiet and started vomiting while others became concerned… The train ride home on Monday was never-ending – due to the collapse of an overhead bridge. It was a draining way to start the week, especially with the fatal Easter egg amalgamation brewing in my stomach. On Wednesday night I showed up to “training” at a Thai Restaurant along Darby Street and lasted five minutes. The manager hadn’t shown and the non-English-speaking Asian chix totally shunned me so I walked out and subsequently burst into tears in Civic Park where mosquitoes decided to devour me and make the situation so much worse. Yesterday morning I experienced my first role as a “waitress” at a café, also along Darby, which was interesting! I think I’d make an entertaining waitress due to my ability to fuck up simple, logical instructions, although not necessarily a desirable one… The grueling job hunt is back on! Despite spending most of my time in Seedney, I have been living in Newcastle for over a month now when it feels like I’ve been here for less than a fortnight! Only now have I accepted that this place is now my home, and will be for at least the year ahead. Therefore I feel it’s time I make the effort to wholeheartedly settle in and soak up the new scenery, looking forward and not behind. After eight months of lovin’, Danny boy and I have decided to convert back to *friends* because the long-distance thing is too challenging. C'est la vie. X post comment

Brave New World. [12 Mar 2008|04:49pm] To dear Livejournal, I am sorry for neglecting you. After a few horrible goodbyes, I’ve been living out of home for nearly a month and loving every second. The transition from Sydney to my headquarters on The Hill was initially quite emotional [boyfriend/distance/tears] and somewhat painful [drunkenly slamming myself into a glass door at a “farewell dinner” the night before moving day – nose/frozen peas/bruises/throbbing]. Nonetheless, having been thrust into the big, bad world of “responsibility” so suddenly has actually been an extremely exciting experience! On the domestic front, our quaint apartment has become quite homely! My bedroom is large with pink window frames which look out over the city lights at night. Our cute kitchen possesses a fully-functioning oven and stove, plus a big fridge filled with lots of fruit and vegetables and a pantry stocked with food. I’ve been cooking, too – stir fries, spinach and ricotta triangles, zucchini fritters, vegetarian lasagna, tuna risotto… Cupboards encase cleaning products, recipe books and cooking utensils. The vacuum, blender, toaster and kettle are all a vivacious shade of red, my favourite colour. We have a long bath, and a loungeroom with mismatching couches under cushions, plus a dining table once complimented by Valentines Day roses now exhibiting a mauve orchid plant [courtesy of my not-TOO-faraway boyfriend]. It’s been truely divine! Our laundry is in the process of renovations and I have thus experienced my first $2 ventures to the Laundromat. We don’t have broadband but there is a “student hub” conveniently located just down the street which is open 24/7 and features bundles of computers with free internet. In between settling into the new home, I’ve also commenced my first semester at university. I’m currently taking Introduction to Communication Studies, Introduction to Professional Writing, Introduction to Digital Photomedia and Media, Society and Culture, all of which are suitably crammed into Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday mornings. Wonderful! My first assignment was an information poster based on the Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis and I surprisingly received a distinction. On Monday I submitted four news stories for Professional Writing, and next Friday I have a Media Release due. There are numerous assessments to be completed by mid-year and I was slightly daunted at first, but because the courses are thoroughly enjoyable I feel more inspired to succeed. After week two I trained down to Sydney to reunite with my loverboy for the weekend and returned the following Sunday afternoon feeling so happy to have seen him. While it sucks big time that he is no longer across the street, everything is working out fine. Last Wednesday was his big 18th [finally!!!?], so Bianca B and I devised an evil plot! After conjuring up a pretend storyline which would supposedly prevent me from being there on his special day, I called Daniel the night beforehand and enlightened him to the tragic news… He was upset. In order to stop myself from bursting into laughter I told him I had to go and finish washing the dishes. He was very upset. On the birthday afternoon, I trained down to Sydney in order to be ready to SURPRISE him at his celebration dinner! Bianca B knocked on his front door, and once he answered, she announced “I have a present for you…” and I leapt out from beyond and the results were highly amusing! I baked him a heart shaped Betty Crocker “Devilishly Delicious” mud cake with a crunchy M&M infestation embedded all over the chocolate icing, painted a delightfully corny masterpiece exhibiting him and I grinning ear to ear, compiled a mix CD featuring songs that remind me of him, gave him one of my favourite books – “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky, along with a vintage robot ornament replica, Darrel Lea kiss chocolates and a self-made card with a poem inside. I was overjoyed to see him. Our “surprise” was exceedingly effective. The dinner itself was very lovely and intimate, with his family and closest friends. We consumed a great deal of wine and food, and continued to devour my dazzling cake. The following evening, after hitting up some pub in Bondi Junction with the Pervuhin peeps, I returned to Bondi Beach to meet up with my Father for dinner at the Trattoria. It was really nice to see him after a few weeks. Later, I met up with Daniel again at the same pub and we went to Spectrum for a while, watched The Getaway Plan play a set – not my preferred style of music but a reeeally talented band, downed vodka beverages, hung out, talked and eventually bailed. On Friday Daniel was particularly ill as a result of mixing beer with spirits. We went to the <$10 restaurant for brunch and that night trekked out to Redfern to watch SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE!? at Carriageworks [Mum won two free tickets]. The show was very entertaining and the dancers are extraordinarily talented! There were many squealing children around. Natalie Bassingthwaite is muscular and quite short! Once the filming was complete we found ourselves completely stranded outside in torrential rain and wind in the hope of a passing taxi. To our dismay, the taxi service phone lines had collapsed and a cab was not to be spotted. We therefore embarked into the depths of the crazy weather and scampered until we could find a main road. We got driven to the Star City casino and arrived totally soaked. Met up with Bianca B, got a late dinner, Aleksey shouted me a glass of wine and the gambling commenced [mind you, gambling is gross] …However, being shouted vodka drinks by Daniel’s folks all night until the early hours of the morning was pretty excellent. I scored $4 on the pokies. Daniel left with $200. We all finally got back to Daniel’s crib at 4:00am and I immediately passed out while the rest ate kebabs. On Saturday morning I dashed over to Dad’s to re-pack my bags and shower before trooping out to the western ‘burbs in the back of Gail’s florist van for Daniel’s cousin Mia’s first birthday party. Not only were four of us squeezed into the confined space, but the drive was long and Courtney [Adrian’s girlfriend] was extremely hungover from the previous night at the casino and continued to vomit and heave her way along the journey [not something I wish to experience again]. Once we arrived to the house, the exhaustion from the night before decided to kick in and I spent the scorching day feeling dismal and utterly drained. The plan was to return to Newcastle via Strathfield station that afternoon but time flew and I decided I would just leave the next morning. We returned home later that night and I hit the sack. On Sunday I got driven home on an express coach as the trains were not running due to trackwork. Saying goodbyes are never pleasant. I have been hunting down employment like a maniac. Evidently, obtaining a job in Newcastle is 1000x more difficult than in Sydney, primarily due to the high university student population compared to workforce availability. I have had two interviews for marketing companies which seemed credible at first, but both of which I turned down because [1] I want my income to be fixed and not based upon selling, for example, children’s toys and car products to strangers and [2] I don’t think shopping centre nor door-to-door campaigns are really my forte… I had one interview in a bakery café but the hours weren’t suited around my university timetable, and one interview I was meant to have at a clothing store was cancelled last minute as the manager couldn’t make it. On Monday my desperation was exemplified as I underwent an interview for SUBWAY. They said they would call on Tuesday if they wanted me to go in for training, and subsequently did – but I ignored the call. My conscience simply will not permit me to make sandwiches all day long for old men while wearing an ugly visor. Yesterday I had a significant stroke of luck at Officeworks [aka stationary heaven!] and was asked to stay after my first interview with the store manager for an immediate secondary interview with the customer service manager. Apparently that has never happened before. I find out the result by the end of the week. In the meantime, my fingers are crossed. Today, after a two hour Media, Society and Culture lecture and subsequent tutorial, I met up with the editor of the student publication, “Opus”, and had a chat to him about a few ideas for the magazine. Eventually I hope to be working on a “Student Culture” page which aims to “illustrate the energy and diversity of Newcastle University students via photographs and words”. Coooool. I intend to start contributing photographs and articles too, once I find the time. I’m attending the media collective meeting next Tuesday which will be interesting. Tomorrow I am training down to Sydney again to party party party. Lately the days have been hectic and my life is in the process of being totally transformed, but things are gradually falling into place. I’m looking forward to uncovering the adventures that lie ahead. I hope whoever reads this is well and wonderful, happy and healthy. X 6 comments|post comment

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. [14 Feb 2008|04:26pm] OLA! I have not updated in quite some time! Here is a lengthy and unnecessary recount of the past few weeks... Until his parents returned two weekends before last, I virtually lived at Daniel’s and it was so wonderful, especially because his house is opposite mine and I can walk home in my pyjamas and no shoes for a shower and change of clothes. Spent the week hanging out and not doing particularly much – watched dvds and took advantage of Foxtel, woke up to gourmet breakfasts, strolled around Bondi with severe lack of funds, scoped Sweeney Todd [overrated], dragged Daniel to the David Jones Art Express exhibition, tried a pretzel for the first time, scored ANOTHER huge bunch of pink and white lilies because I have the best boyfriend everrr -!!!, found a new eat-out place with no name where everything is <$10 and you can draw on the tables, drank coffee, stripped the fugly brown dye from my hurrr so it’s back to it’s natural roots and I don’t look mildly bald, plus minded sleeping babies in order to earn some pennies. Also, I gave Daniel a haircut in his backyard and bid his long and luscious locks a sad farewell. He looks supersonically sexy nonetheless. Furthermore, I scored severe sunburn after a bbq under the sweltering sun - it looks absolutely heinous and has evolved into a despicable t-shirt tan. Two Thursday nights ago, I received and accepted the university offer I have been anxiously awaiting for months [BA Communication, majoring in journalism]. I think if it had not arrived earlier my skull would have cracked open with impatience. The following Sunday Dad drove me up to explore for the first time, and last Wednesday and Thursday, Daniel and I trekked up again in order to embark upon the worst weekly househunting trip away possible. Not only did it rain, it poured. We stayed in a shithole room above a pub. Daniel wore plastic sleeves to protect his feet in the shared shower. I wore sandals. I also spilt a container of tomato sauce all over the hallway’s wall. Over the two days, we saw a bunch of kids with kids, learnt that real estate ladies are utter bitches and landlords HIGHLY unreliable, and generally spent far too much time on busses alongside drug-fucked creeps. It seemed that the entire white trash population had congregated together to frighten a couple of Sydneysiders away forever… One morning, we somehow ended up in a town called Wallsend [“World’s End”] where all inhabitants were ancient, severely obese or inbred-looking [I think they scarred my subconscious due to a dream I had last night about an inbred family who fed their obese baby slabs of raw mince meat]. It had Army Disposal stores – whattt??? Basically the entire two-day experience was a total nightmare and when we didn’t think a thing could possibly become worse, everything became 100x worse. It was so ghastly that we could only laugh, but my eyes welled up with tears more than once. Leaving with NO place to live, I was feeling incredibly disheartened as Orientation Week was to commence Monday week. The previous Monday was Bianca Bee’s nineteenth so we hung out at Lilifields with coffee and morning tea while it rained, rained, rained. I have learnt that if the weather doesn’t look promising, it’s a good idea to expect the worst and take an umbrella. Later, I went on a quest under demands from my father to get x-rays at the chiropractor, who would hopefully help me on my quest to eliminate the heroin-addict-esque posture I carry. It turns out I have scoliosis – meaning my spine is curved, along with all kinds of other problems which aren’t nice. Friday night was spent drinking beers for Bianca’s birthday, and ended in the seedy Royal where we met the infamous Crazy Lady who wanders around Bondi singing her heart out and smiling at nothing. Apparently she had been in Sydney Psychiatric Clinic for a lonnng time. Thankfully, during the week I somehow ended up on the phone to a fellow 18 year old girl from Sydney who was looking for a flatmate. On Saturday Dad and I drove up, again, to inspect her new place – which was, in fact, GORGEOUS and precisely what I was looking for. After four hours sleep it was a pleasant surprise. On Sunday night, while I was back on the train from Sydney to a Newcastle motel in order to start Orientation the next day, she called and asked if I wanted to move in with her. YES, I said. SO! From this coming Saturday I will be living on the third/top story of a brick apartment block, upon a street featuring a church, a series of ridiculously enormous mansions and Newcastle beach at it’s end. Amazing. It is directly off Darby Street [Newcastle’s extremely congested version of Oxford Street – many cafes, boutiques and terrace apartments] and very centrally located, meaning I can walk just about everywhere. The library, cinema, laundromat and train station are all less than a 5 minute walk, along with heaps of pubs and restaurants. Plus my housemate-to-be is great. Orientation week, which was only two days for me, was extremely insightful into the renowned “uni life” many speak of. There are so many different kinds of people and everyone is super friendly and laid back. Newcastle University is enormous, like a small city of it’s own. It’s insane. There are bars with really decent bands [British India is playing on Friday night], all kinds of shops, a commonwealth bank, newsagents, heeeaps of cafes and places to buy food [I even spotted a Subway and Gloria jeans], giveaways by different companies [we scored free icecreams from Virgin music - heee], pretty gardens, gyms, AMAZING libraries, plus there are all kinds of social events and different things happening all the time. The student community is very alive and together which is a HUGE relief… I was slightly apprehensive as to whether I would be spending the next three years surrounded by Newcastle bogans, but I now know I definitely won’t. The tour around the Communications building was most impressive, exhibiting not only massive Mac labs, but huge television/radio/audio production studios. The Communications staff gave a really long presentation, and being surrounded by inspiring people with experience in the industry will be excellent, especially alongside others who share the same interests and ideas. After a vicious attack of influenza attained after the terrible trip away with Daniel, I had a snotty yet wonderful time. As of next Monday I will begin classes. I am obviously excited. Newcastle reminds me of a mini-Sydney, minus the wanker-factor. There are horrible parts and lovely parts. It’s only a quick-ISH two hour drive/three hour train ride away from a few special people in The Big Smoke who I will no longer see every day. Unfortunately the cut-offs to gain entrance into my course at a Sydney university are astronomical, and, despite the offers from QUT and SCU, Brisbane and the Sunshine Coast are too far away for my liking. HOWEVER, Newcastle, despite once being particularly renowned for it’s rather “rough” inhabitants, is now the sixth biggest city in Australia and a pretty cool place. I can’t believe I have one day left in Bondi. Last night was Susy’s birthday so we visited for a couple of hours, then fled from the cold back to Daniel’s where he vomited multiple times. Today is not only furniture-planning day, but also VALENTINES DAY and thus tonight will again be spent with the special one - who I am going to be missing incredibly. THEE END. X 1 comment|post comment

Ahoy! [22 Jan 2008|12:53pm] HAPPY NEW YEAR! Long time, no Livejournal. I honestly cannot believe how quickly 2007 passed! It certainly had been one huge rollercoaster ride, and the most intense year of my life. Despite its challenges, it HAS come to an end and we all managed to get through it and achieve all kind of wonderful things along the way. Usually I write a long list of “New Years Resolutions” but I don’t really feel the need to this year. I have huge goals for 2008, but nothing I particularly need to resolve in my life. Now that the REAL world is about to unfold, I guess I’m just going to enjoy it and take each day as it comes. New Years Eve was a splendid night and strangely similar to the year beforehand! The only downside was the white bread/mayo/PORK sandwich that Bianca M made me at 1:00am. Too much champagne led me to believe it would be fit for human consumption… The taste haunted me all New Years Day which was spent at Daniel’s watching Will and Grace, sipping wine with his mumzy and giving Bianca M a drunken haircut in the backyard. I experienced my first “Russian Christmas” on the 7th at the Pervuhin household. The day was spent surrounded by Daniel’s extended family as we were stuffed with food and wine. He gave me the most beautiful beautiful beautiful charm bracelet in the world along with a beautiful beautiful beautiful Italian leather journal. Luckyyy. It was a super fun day and we passed out before it was dark. Courtney flew home yesterday and I’m going to miss her and our 3:00am chats greatly, *sad face*. Her visit was spent indulging in long days of shopping and far too many calories [Pad Thai… Pasta… Pizza… Yum Cha… Sushi… Ice-cream… Chocolate… Mass breakfasts that could feed a whole family… Litre sized cocktails…Champagne… Wine… and MORE! Ugh ugh ugh!]. One night at Bianca M’s Courtney got sufficiently wasted and could not taste her vodka shots. After trying to master Nirvana’s “Heart Shaped Box” on Guitar Hero for what seemed like forrrevvverrr, she woke up with the worst hangover I’ve witnessed. After a massive storm, a flight cancellation home and a free hotel room for the night, she has fled Seedney and I am an only child again. Sigh. 2008 has brought with it many wonderful flicks – “I’m Not There”, “No Country for Old Men”, “Juno”, “2 Days in Paris”, “American Gangster” – all of which are excellent. We also visited Moonlight Cinema to scope “Deathproof”, with a picnic rug, a 5L cask of goon and naughty food. It was super great! I’m looking forward to peeping “Sweeney Todd” and “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” which are released soon. So far this year doesn’t seem any different to the last. January so far has felt like a mere extension to 2007 - I’m still at the same location, surrounded by the same people, doing the same thing. I received university offers from QTAC [QLD] and UAC [NSW] without realising that if you obtain your first preference course you aren’t offered any courses below it. This would be fine if I wanted to accept them, but unfortunately I am the most indecisive person to walk the planet. I’ve had to adjust the list and cross my fingers for a chance the late round on the 31st. The never-ending waiting-for-the-unknown process is driving me mental! This afternoon will be spent bleaching the fuck out of Bianca M’s pixie crop in order to transform her into a platinum blonde bombshell. Hopefully it won’t turn ginger/fall out as her hair is currently a delicious shade of jet black – heee. Daniel’s folks have been away since Saturday and tonight will be the third intoxicated evening at his crib, hopefully one involving herbs. I am going to attempt to stay sane until February swings around and I will finally discover what ventures lie in store. Take care cherry blossoms! X post comment

Retreat. [30 Dec 2007|09:47pm] Seasons greetings!   My stint in the Sunshine State was super splendid! There is something about the Queenslander air that is strangely relaxing. Despite this, over the holiday period I managed to nurse some of the deadliest hangovers of my 18 years of life, from concoctions of mango dackarees, vodka, lime and sodas, tequila sunrises, jagabombs, red bull, wine, champagne, evil cruiser blacks and shots. One afternoon I literally couldn’t drag myself out of bed until 3:00 pm…   We hit up the sunshine coast nightlife [which pertains to around TWO clubs where girls in flats and boys in thongs aren’t rare!], shopped for hours on end, scoped P.S I Love You and cried our little hearts out [until I fell asleep], scoped The Darjeeling Limited and bumped into Trent [!], got Indian in this amaaazing restaurant with the most colourful, glitzy Bollywood décor ever, got Thai in another amaaazing restaurant which was decked out true Thailand style with little lounges, wooden furniture and pretty statues everywhere, had coffee dates and hung out at the seedy Sunshine Plaza.   I re-met a long-lost relative, plucked my eyebrows for the first time in months, watched a bunch of pirated dvds, read a tonne of trashy magazines and straightened my hair only once. Plus, the dreaded HSC marks were released, and the UAI the following day. I was very, very surprised. My name was in the Sydney Morning Herald, heee. Looks like I’m off to university. Santa was kind again this Christmas, delivering me the delicious Marc Jacobs “Daisy” box set, a GORGEOUS Alannah Hill wallet, a Charlie Brown bag, a Russh subscription, the Sunbeam “6 in 1 Beauty Centre”, earrings, lingerie, cosmetics, sunglasses, silky pyjamas, a fat Marian Keyes book, a pretty owl mirror for my wall, vouchers and $300 cash [which I am in dire need of]. Excellent! The day itself was typically family filled, with cousins and aunties and uncles over to celebrate. I think I probably consumed twice my body weight in saturated fats and strawberry champagne, passing out at 8:30 pm. I arrived back in Sydney late Boxing Day night and it has been delightful to be home! New Years Eve is just around the corner and who knows what adventures it will bring… Merry Christmas to all! X post comment

Decembre. [16 Dec 2007|11:34pm] Greetings readers, from a second storey fan-cooled bedroom in the sunshine state overlooking a crystal-clear swimming pool surrounded by luscious palm trees. Oh yeah, summer imagery, lovely.   The past few weeks have flown by so quickly. I’ve been internet-less and occupied with God knows what...   Since my last update I have acquired a fearful paranoia of Peeping Toms after a slightly horrific incident occurred around three weeks ago. My brush with crime was instigated while I was sitting upon no seat other than the toilet’s. After exchanging contact through the open bathroom window with the gaze of a creepy male stranger, I will never leave a house lock undone again. I jumped off the loo mid-wee in a frantic panic as the man decided to sprawl his trembling, drug-fucked self onto the chair outside. Being the logical lady that I am, I didn’t call the police nor Daniel nor my father, yet asked the man if he wanted a fucking “glass of water” [!???] and subsequently dashed away to call my sister [who lives nine hours away]. I was pleasantly surprised to find four police cars and a paddy wagon waiting outside my house only a minute later, and felt like quite the hero after scampering outside in my transparent pyjamas and birdnest hair to point them to the crim’. Turns out he was a total schizophrenic nutcase who had fled from a previous offense and would have possibly barged through the window and drowned me in the toilet bowl had I not been so, uh, friendly…   Other headlining news in bullet point form… Alcoholic revelations over the days of late include the discovery that red wine combined with blackcurrant juice will never taste as wonderful as fruity lexia and apple juice, that buying drinks out will never equate to the economic convenience of a goon sack smuggled in the bag and that champagne isn’t only appropriate for special occasions. Thankfully I’m no longer a poor little lamb as my babysitting clientele are feeding me lots of money for watching Foxtel and eating chocolate. I FINALLY became of a member of the brace-race and fell asleep in the patient chair during the process with a seriously large plastic device shoved inside my jaws, clasping them open so wide I was too frightened to inspect my reflection. My heart is growing fonder of the metal hammered upon my teethies more and more each day. Went on an escapade to the national art gallery on a summer-slash-heat-day and nearly passed out along the way [thus became alarmed about the condition of my health]. THUS undertook a couple of tests at the Dr’s [my blood and other liquids are “clear as can be” – the exhaustion is “stress related”, most probably caused by the hyperactive brain inside my head which constantly drives me up the wall. Received two bunches of lilies [my favourite flowers] over two weeks, courtesy of my partner in crime who is amazing with a capital a! Scoped Catriona’s theatre company perform in this huge house on a hill which had been transformed into this bizarre fantasy world [it was an amazing, magic-mushroom-like experience]. Was deeply emotionally traumatised after viewing the new version of HALLOWEEN. If you’re into gore and nightmares for the rest of your life you’ll really dig it… But I’m a pansy little weakling who crawled into a ball with my eyes covered and ears tightly jammed shut 99% of the film. With that said, I’ve been having some considerably messed up dreams lately. I don’t know how my imagination subconsciously concocts such peculiar plots. Gained two infected, pus-oozing toenails after wearing too-high-heels for 10+ hours. Delightful! Had my first shifty ebay.com experience involving some dude in Nigeria who claimed to have paid $600 for my broken camera via a hilariously fake email from a non-existant bank. Bought a tent with Daniel. Pitched it in a record 11 minutes. Camped in Daniel’s backyard. Dragged my little sister around Sydney for ten days. It started on a rather chaotic note but turned out to be quite wonderful. She is a mini-me with a different face. Got McDonalds for the first time in over a year. Cooked a gourmet feast featuring giant Tortillas and $2 chocolate bavarian. Let Leelee manage the minced beef… We were pretty proud of our kitchen skills. Helped rescue a cute dog named TJ who magically appeared in my front courtyard one drunken evening. Played knock’n’run. Christmas shopped. Shopped. Blah Blah. Etc! Today after a darling breakfast with darling Daniel, I packed my faux Armani suitcase and flew to the Sunshine Coast with Leah! I haven’t seen my Mumzy in the longest time so it has been super duper awesome! Their humble abode is sooo pretty. Re-met my long lost uncle who is quite the interesting character… Tonight Courtney drove over for tea and talks which was so much like the good old days.   So here I am, absolutely exhausted and anticipating the impending HSC results which are to be revealed on Wednesday. Tomorrow I’m off to a lunch date and then a Sunshine Plaza date. Rock’n’roll! X 3 comments|post comment

A breath of fresh air. [19 Nov 2007|11:36am] Bianca M had a gathering in a garden above the cliff overlooking the ocean behind her house. We sat on a picnic rug surrounded by tea-lights and stars. I consumed 1.5 bottles of champagne and devoured Alice’s Lindt “Chilli” chocolate. Lovely! We slept until Saturday afternoon and wandered through the Fringe Bar markets, got coffee in some enormous bookstore Daniel likes and finally peeped Control at the Academy. Not exactly an uplifting film, but brilliant nonetheless, and Sam Riley is such a fucking dreamboat. On Sunday afternoon we visited Ana’s Farewell drinks, had a few beers and eventually left to see the Sculptures by the Sea exhibition, aided by x-rated commentary and my flyaway dress. Today I successfully ticked off every single mission on my lengthy “to-do list” and feel the most accomplished I have in a while. I am possibly the most organised human being on the planet. Since school has ended I’ve been getting that overwhelming feeling of joy that simply won’t go away. I know I sound like a pseudo hippy, but there are just so many reasons to be happy boys and girls! We’re only in the beginning stages of our lives and there is so much to look forward to. The worst parts of our lives are over and the best days of our lives are ahead. I just can’t seem to feel miserable about anything because I know it will pass. Even now I am grateful for countless things – a nice roof over my head, a home in one of the most beautiful places in Australia, a huge and comfortable bed, a fridge filled with food, a hot shower, a cluttered wardrobe, loving parents, a supportive family, a sense of identity, a shoulder to cry on, an amazing boyfriend, instant gratification just one phone call away, someone I can share all of my deepest thoughts with, a brain that seems to work, bank accounts, the ability to forgive, constant laughter, access to technology, being inspired in so many forms, health, happy memories, life-changing experiences. It’s really nice, that’s all. X 1 comment|post comment

When one door closes another one opens. [14 Nov 2007|11:55am] The lethal exams are done and done, and I’ve never been more relieved! Today we found out our internal assessment rankings and I’m so very pleased with the results! High school is entirely over and I’m never looking back!   Last night was the “School Formal”, the “High-school Prom”, the distinguished event which turned out to be surprisingly better than expected. I wore a gold dress cinched at the waist with a bow and tall black pumps which morphed me into a female giant. Pre-drinks were supposed to be at Bianca M’s but we were already intoxicated before leaving Daniel’s late after a shirt/stain incident. Daniel’s mum owns a florist café and they gave me the most gorgeous corsage! After finally arriving at Bianca’s it was already time to leave, after some dodgy photos taken by the mothers in which I no doubt look like a wasted mess!  Unfortunately at this point in time my camera decided to be too confusing for me to comprehend so I thus have no snaps to exhibit!   We taxied to Darling Harbour and successfully smuggled our vodka flasks and champagne into the non-alcoholic venue via Daniels jacket. Everyone looked beautiful! While there was the occasional diamante neckline, nasty hem length and carroty spray tan, our Class of ‘07 scrubbed up well. After more alcoholism, a strange three-course-meal and hitting the d-floor, we trained to the after-party which was situated in some bar in the X.  Yeah. The music was so terrible that it was great, and as Daniel says, if there was a “Best Dancer” trophy it would have definitely been given to us. We hit up the orgy/rave fest and left at around 2 am. I think my tortured tootsies were about to shrivel up and implode with pain. It was a night to be remembered!   This afternoon we didn’t get out of bed until 3:30 pm. ‘Nuff said. I stumbled home from Daniel’s [across the road] in pyjamas and no shoes to find RUSSH in the mailbox - a pleasant hangover cure.   Flights are booked! Leah is coming down early December for 10 days, then I am flying back up with her for my “Sunshine Coast Retreat” and soon after I arrive home Courtney will be here! ALAS; the only problem is, since my 18th birthday, I have whittled my somewhat sizeable savings account into pure pennies – I’m SO poor! Once the holiday trips are over I will be able to join the working class, but for now I must do something fast about my peasantry! NO more spending on clothes, jewellery, shoes, cosmetics, perfume, hairdressers, gyms, cinema tickets, meals, sushi or coffee whenever I feel like it. Which is often. Instead I’ll nag Dad, stick to the good ol’ goon and op shop, and take food from home. I’m going to hide an envelope in my drawer titled “HOLIDAY MONEY – DO NOT TOUCH” and keep adding to it. It’ll be my little financial development project for a glorious celebratory period before college next February.   Tomorrow night is Lilifields and then Friday night is Bianca M’s cocktail party. Everyone should scope Across the Universe. Oh and I discovered the coolest restaurant in Darlinghurst with the folks, it’s Italian with red and white checkered square tables. Life is grand, I’m feeling happy and everything is turning out rather nicely! X 2 comments|post comment

The finishing chapters to one bitch of a "rite of passage". [02 Nov 2007|02:31pm] To my dear and darling internet diary.   I have neglected you terribly for the past month, primarily due to the horde of academic information I have been attempting to hammer inside my brain like a fucking maniac. It’s not been the most joyous time, inevitably. There have been tears and tantrums [not only my own] as Year 12 students across the state face the pressure of obtaining a UAI of 101… Which is impossible unless you are Asian or weirdly obsessed with school work. I am neither, but in my attempts to take this exam period seriously I have been isolating myself at the local library most days, stocked with pens, highlighters and syllabus notes to “study”/daydream for hours.   With that said, AS OF YESTERDAY, 12:35, I AM 1/6TH FROM FREEDOM! 2 hours of English; Area of study – TICK. 2 hours of English; Modules – TICK. 3 hours of Modern History – TICK. 2 hours of Society and Culture – TICK. 3 hours of Ancient History – TICK. Which equates to twelve hours sitting on a chair! Ridiculous! To my delight there is only one more to be completed – Art, two hours, next Friday, and thankfully it is relatively straightforward.   After returning home yesterday from the Ancient History exam of doom, grinning from ear to ear with the sheer relief of never having to write another word about Xerxes or Pompeian water fountains, I hit the sack at two o’clock in the afternoon and left my bed at noon today. I was tired. So tired that, to my horror, I had developed a fluttering twitch in my right eyelid [the doctor said it’s just stress and fatigue… I’m not going to die] and slept over my alarms to miss my hardcore braces appointment on Tuesday morning.   Now I’m sitting in my underwear at this disorderly desk. I haven’t had a glass of wine in weeks. So what now!? As a typical Virgo I am going to make a cup of tea, take a long bath and wash my messy mane, spring clean my chaotic bedroom and bathroom until they are sparkling with spotlessness, conquer my never-empty washing basket, paint my nails so I stop chewing them to their quicks and write a to-do list. Then I might consider emerging from the bubble I’ve been living in for the past year! X post comment

Sleep deprivation. [09 Oct 2007|01:02am] [ music | Tori Amos ] One can of woodstock, two bottles of wine [shared with Daniel] and a beer later, last Friday night I failed in my first attempts to not consume alcoholic substances until the post-hsc period! The adventurous evening was worthy, though, and the new week brings forth a fresh start!   I’ve been tossing and turning in bed for the past few hours. It’s a vicious cycle; the more I fret about my inabilities to fall asleep, the more daunting the process becomes! Thus when insomnia calls, I am usually lured into any activity involving time-wasting, in this case, the World Wide Web!   As of the past few days the rhythms of nature have been compelling me indoors so I have no “study” time to waste. Just when I was developing a fondness for my NU tanned skin tone, acquired after lazing virtually naked under the toasty rays of the sun each afternoon, the weather has backfired upon me and a swarm of grey clouds have settled back into the sky. The stormy outdoors is currently exhibiting thunder, lighting and heavy rain. Mind you, it’s almost one in the morning – nature’s way of growling at my flawed snoozing habits, perhaps.   The days continue to pass at an unbelievably speedy pace. Spring/Summer RTW 2008 has come and gone in a flash, and there is so much to be said, yet sadly so little time. HOWEVER - today, the ninth of October, from exactly one month I will have completed my last high school exam forever! I am utterly ecstatic at the thought of my secondary education coming to a conclusion. It is SO close, and I’m delighted to have almost reached the beginning of my life highly satisfied and somewhat sane. Until the long anticipated date which is nearly upon me, I have zilch life – other than pens, paper and our regular coffee date at Gertrude and Alice. The pain will be entirely worthwhile.   Slumber attempt #2 summons me. Until next time! X  2 comments|post comment

“Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life!" [02 Oct 2007|10:47pm] Hey petals.   I can’t believe September flew by so rapidly! October has approached, and I am actually looking forward to the approaching summer! I am generally a winter kind of girl… I love nothing more than the opportunity to wear loads of clothes at once. Usually I cringe when the weather transcends from cold to hot, but this year I am enjoying the temperature changes - immensely! It is time to bid stockings, sleeves and scarves farewell, and I’m quite frankly happy to do so.   This morning I attended my appointment at Macleay College in the city re: studying their journalism course after 2007. It was tres impressive! Unless I suddenly decide I wish to relocate from the delightful district of Sydney for 2008 [which I don’t!], I will no doubt be attending next year. I can’t wait!   With one of my newly devised “goals” to spend more quality time with the fam’, my, uh, eccentric […] stepmother took the day off and we shared a lovely mother/daughter-esque Wednesday together, free of quarrels. Firstly we got cappuccinos in the city. We then hit the shops in Surry Hills – I bought four dresses to add to the collection along with a skirt from Mr Stinky; she bought a little black dress with a jewel encrusted bust... We lunched late at the Danks St Depot in Waterloo, beside The Depot Gallery, which contains a bunch of cool art galleries in a factory-like building space; browsed the shops and migrated to Double Bay where she visited some homewares boutique and I sat and tried not to fall asleep on a chair.   This time last week I was sitting and fidgeting at the final graduation assembly, bursting with excitement, and between now and then I have experienced a significant weight off my shoulders due to the post-Rose Bay Secondary College student status since acquired! It’s GRAND, but ALAS – the academic torture is not over yet. Each day seems to melt into the next, and up until today, that’s how I’m liking it. Time should be spent studying, though I’ve not yet done a scrap, and the guilt is beginning to take its toll. Wasteful day to day errands include sleeping in, gyming, reading, writing, watching flicks, racking up costly bills for my parents, and thinking... SO much thinking, and hence the forthcoming of vast realisations. I have also come to the conclusion that I best put my scatterbrain into action in preparation for the impending exams. I have thus far completed a TO-DO list, yet from tomorrow onwards I will endeavour to re-bury my head within textbooks and boring notes in an attempt to score a pleasing High School Certificate.   On my quest for studious success, I am going to steer clear of the booze until November the ninth – when exams are complete! After a bottle of wine at Café Bondi, Daniel and I thought it would be a fabulous idea to smuggle two more bottles and a handful of straws into the cinema. It was fun at the time, but probably not fun for the brain cells.   Holiday plans are falling into place, and I will be visiting the sunny Sunshine Coast from late December until early January for Christmas and New Year’s, and flying back down with Leah who is staying down for two weeks. THEN, Courtney is coming to visit for the next two! Obviously I am ridiculously thrilled with delight at the thought of the fun times to come.   Alas, the effects of that time of the month are kicking in and I’m not feeling too well – headspins, nausea, and my fallopian tubes are tying themselves into knots! Tonight I shall vegetably veg out indoors with the bathtub, the sewing machine and the dvd player. X 3 comments|post comment

It's really quite something to see you all grown-up like this, Enid. [24 Sep 2007|07:25pm] Technically today was the last day of attending classes. Marvelous, although I didn’t attend any and went shopping instead. Tomorrow I will graduate from high school - an event which I have been anticipating for years! If I cry, it will be because I am so incredibly happy to fuck off far away from the iron gates. No longer will I face the daily presence of arrogant P. Diddy wannabe’s, of tacky Barbie doll skanks, of oppressive teachers and their countless pages of drab notes, of swarms of irritating, pre-pubescent children, of greasy canteen food infesting everywhere in sight, of morning roll call and worrying about being on time, of repetitive school uniforms, of bathrooms infested with graffiti, of the putrid scent of cigarettes and cheap deodorant which mask the halls, of repressive routine and rules! I know it’s the end of a significant chapter and I should be feeling somewhat sentimental, yet I have no school spirit whatsoever and, quite frankly, am looking forward to leaving, starting a new life and never looking back [even if I do have to briefly return for scary exams in October, and the formal in November which will be a warzone of orange tans and faux fingernails]! The weekend was pleasant. Friday night RSL and a cheap drink w/ cheap potato wedges, “girls night” at BUNGABAR and a jug of pure blonde and later a jug of Long Island [amazing!], “what stays in Bungabar stays in Bungabar!”, pervy old men, buying cheap wine, re-telling my love history, migrating to Daniel’s house, a tequila shot, wine, “so long, farewell!”, waking up in my own bed, Saturday’s wintry weather, breakfast at Liberty Lunch, unknowingly spilling liquid bottled substances in my bag, thus bidding my phone and camera farewell, holding back the tears, an all-day/fully clothed nap, a three course meal courtesy of my chef comrades, wine, wine, wine, mtv?, wine – the best ever, sleep time at Daniel’s, out of bed time at noon, Gloria Jeans for coffee and Borders for magazines, Superbad at the flicks, Pad Thai, reading, trashy television and more SLEEP! I’m currently flooded with the sounds of Dusty Springfield from the lounge room and the aroma of cooking pasta from the kitchen as I’m hiding in my bedroom spying the new fashion week showcoverage and wishing I was in NY rather than here. So far my favourite collection has been Luella in London! Her show was based on Thora Birch in Ghost World. ( CHECK IT: ) I also adore the ( BETSEY JOHNSON: ) collection, which was so fantastically BEAUTIFUL in a tacky prom queen slash Lolita manner. Apparently one fashion show costs an average whopping $75,000, and, when multiplied by a bunch of other designer's collections, equates to an extremely expensive week which, for example, could feed a whole starving country for over a year! The extent to which a designer will pay to ensure their collection continues to be showcased with the world’s elite is quite astonishing. Of course some will critic the industry and suggest that it is shallow and fickle, but I guess, like architecture or design, it’s simply another art form and people who are passionate about their work will always be willing to go to extremes. Everything has been cruising along swimmingly! Generally, I’m feeling quite at peace with where I am, and more so with where I am going. I have big plans. The past week has been particularly relaxing - dress buying, bus catching, babysitting, school skipping, not studying, contemplating studying, coffee drinking, money burning, technological dysfunctions, hand holding, movie watching, book reading, sun shining, a croissant or two, rain too, yet i've seen managed to find myself absolutely exhausted at the beginning of the week. I’m off to paint my nails and immerse myself in the 90’s Index magazines Dad found on top of a rubbish bin. Au revoir! X post comment

Confusion in her eyes that says it all. [16 Sep 2007|11:05pm] Currently anticipating the 11th of October!: Above = the trailer to the upcoming Ian Curtis biopic “CONTROL”, which depicts the life of the lead singer to one the fucking greatest musical groups to have pioneered the late 1970s post punk movement. Joy Division have been one of my favourite bands since I turned sixteen and my then love-interest gave me a mix featuring Love Will Tear Us Apart, and I absolutely can’t wait to scope this. ALSO, Curtis is played by the rather dreamy Sam Riley who played Mark Smith of The Fall in 24 Hour Party People. Peep the soundtrack list, it’s amazing: 1. New Order - "Exit" 2. The Velvet Underground - "What Goes On" 3. The Killers - "Shadowplay" 4. The Buzzcocks - "Boredom" 5. Joy Division - "Dead Souls" 6. Supersister - "She Was Naked" 7. Iggy Pop - "Sister Midnight" 8. Joy Division - "Love Will Tear Us Apart" 9. Sex Pistols - "Problems" 10. New Order - "Hypnosis" 11. David Bowie - "Drive In Saturday" 12. John Cooper Clarke - "Evidently Chickentown" 13. Roxy Music - "2H.B." 14. Joy Division - "Transmission" 15. Kraftwerk - "Autobahn" 16. Joy Division - "Atmosphere" 17. David Bowie - "Warszawa" 18. New Order - "Get Out" Whilst on the movie bandwagon, a recommended but very depressing flick!: This morning we went to sleep past 5am and woke up with throbbing heads from a prior night of Fruity Lexia in wine glasses and cheesy teen movies, me somewhat crippled after my neglected limbs finally received an intense workout! That’s right; Bianca and I made our gym debut early on Saturday morning! Never do I intend to leave the house wearing sportswear, especially on the weekend, but after doing so I am inspired to continue on a regular basis! The days as of late have been flying by so quickly. Looking back, it seems I wake up in the morning and go to sleep at night yet the parts in between are a total blur. A good thing of course - the faster these remaining school days pass the better. Other than the dreary school grounds and my stepmother’s continual tantrums, life has generally been peachy! I sometimes feel like I am perhaps completely disillusioned by the world around me and one day I will wake up everything in its place will come crashing downwards. But, honestly, I think I should just accept that I’m happy and that everything will be okay? Besides, whenever I’m feeling down I simply indulge in a dose of retail therapy and it makes everything better! Shopping is one of my favourite pastimes. This afternoon, for example, I purchased L’de Lolita Lempicka and a yellow bunch of roses and thus my hangover of doom was cured. It's a solution which works wonders! Last Tuesday my orthodontist enlightened me as to the fact that I will be getting my braces early! IN SIX WEEKS, to be precise. However, despite receiving more geeky metal in my mouth and the light scattering of freckles which is still situated across my nose and cheeks from my childhood days in the sun, I appear to have undergone a growth spurt! The arms of my school jersey have sneakily crawled to above my wrist bones, and my shoes have either mysteriously shrunken leaving the victims with aches and blisters, or my feet have significantly lengthened in less than a month. I’m shooting up too [in height]. Both of my parents are tall, so maybe I will follow in their footsteps… University applications - complete. My first credit card application - complete. Six school days remaining – soon to be complete. The mountainous piles of clothing on my floor – to be neglected until tomorrow. Goodnight kittens! X post comment

WELCOME! [10 Sep 2007|11:25pm] …To, alas, yet another online world of my teenage thoughts and musings and blabberings, as I repeatedly quit and subsequently de-quit cyberspace. With a clean slate intact free of angsty textual clutter, I hope to somewhat document my life via html and pretty pixels from the beginning of a new rite of passage – à la ADULTHOOD. Evidently, I’m even using capital letters for proper nouns and the beginnings of my sentences which no doubt adds to my adult-ness!   As of last Tuesday [04/09/07] I am EIGHTEEN. I was a little disappointed that my first non-illegal booze purchase didn’t even include the opportunity to proudly flash my date of birth because I look ancient or something, but very pleased that I am now able to legally get loose whenever I wish! Because everyone is so kind I was showered with balloons and streamers and flowers and gorgeous gifts and kisses and champagne and CAKE. I made it boys and girls; and I didn’t become a high school dead-beat nor a neighbourhood pusha along the way! In fact, I think I’m turning out quite alright.   Following a lovely long weekend spent with Mouritson and my babe of a boyfriend, Monday equated to a pleasant start to the week, featuring:   - A roll of bubble wrap larger than my arm-span which I awkwardly dragged to the vicinity of my dirty high school in order to protect my major artwork from the mitts of potential destroyers [concerned requests of my art teacher]. - Paulo Coelho on the bus to/from the junction between podcasts and people-watching [SO many people look sad/it’s SO sad]. He is amazing with a capital A. - A too-hot double tall light soy “pretentious” latte and a too-toasted blueberry bagel from Starfucks. - An unfortunate photo card courtesy of the RTA which proves my 18-year-old status via an unfortunate photographic amalgamation of Mona Lisa and Cleopatra gone goth and swollen cheeked. - Completion of my 13th last high school day forever. - Hang time in Daniel’s bedroom, in other words, boring time in Daniel’s bedroom, as my geek chic friends have suddenly become infatuated with escaping reality through video gaming. I pass them discerning facial expressions and take to… Myspace. Soon they will be wearing faux freckles and geometrical bobs and thick-rimmed spectacles. - A GYM membership. If I’m going to remain afraid of the sun’s evil rays, then I may as well at least have buff pasty pins this summer. By buff I don’t mean bulging with manly muscles, just not as flimsy and feeble as current. Plus, I get to attend sweet classes including BOXING and ABS BLAST and BODY PUMP and… FUNK [though I’ll probably stick to yoga]. - Our daily coffee date in Gertrude and Alice.                    - Extensive cross-state phone calls. Dad has been particularly unhappy with the phone bill lately but without hearing the voices of my three favourite ladies for hours each day, I would probably implode and die. - Everything was quite nice until Dad had a cry about the kitchen sponge.   It’s 11:30pm and my washing is FINALLY in the drier since the slow process which commenced late this afternoon. I think I’ll hit the sack now, as they say. 18 is going to be a sunny year. EXCITEMENT. X 2 comments|post comment

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