Wednesday, January 2, 2002 06:15 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Parade" Garbage
I have returned from the firey pits of hell. That's what Woodford felt like this year, it was so hot. I've been dripping with sweat for over a week, and all my clothes stink. I suppose that's what washing machines are for, but if people could see what I'm wearing now...
I have various complaints about the past week... but I'll save them for another time. For now I'll be sticking to the emotionless events. I suppose I'll do this as close to a day-by-day list I can get, so here we go.
Tuesday 25/12 (Christmas): I got pretty much what I expected, as well as a cute little soft toy puppy from mum as a surprise. She and I slept at the O'Sullivan's new house.
Wednesday 26/12: Got to Woodford. See Kristina Olsen and Peter Grayling at the Troubador
Thursday 27/12: Candice got to Woodford. Saw The Waifs for the first time in two years, and their just not what they used to be. Saw Kristina and Peter again. They are so in love with eachother. ^_^
Friday 28/12: Saw Women in Docs and Nicole Brophy/Jodie Moore, as well as the two I saw the day before. Went home for a little while with mum (Anna and Candice came too). We caused a scene in Crazy Clarks...
Saturday 29/12: More music. Got something from the Common Ground Cafe for the first time (hey, after four year it's about time).
Sunday 30/12: Just assume from now on that there'll always be music. Jemma, Candice and I went shopping, and bought things to wear on New Years Eve (I finally have fairy wings). The rain that I'd been expecting all week arrived.
Monday 31/12 (New Years Eve): Rained all day, but stopped in time for us to dress up in our new clothes. There was one bitchin' ABBA sing along.
Tuesday 1/1 (New Years Day): The most sucky fire event ever.
Wednesday 2/1: Time to go home. I'm the only person who doesn't want to go.
And now I'm at home, boiling hot and wishing that there was some live music to listen to. At least I have my Women in Docs CD. I'm hungry. More about Woodford later. THe End.
Tuesday, December 25, 2001 12:10 a.m.
Merry Christmas, everyone! I'll be having Woodford fun beginning Wednesday! Yay!!! The End (for about ten days).
Monday, December 24, 2001 01:02 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Alergic (to thoughts of mother earth)" Placebo
We had the annual gift-giving ceremony at the O'Sullivan's new house last night. The gifts were decidedly more appreciated by everyone than usual. I very much liked my Funky Monkey shirt that Candice got me ^_^... Kieran has his own car. That wasn't a present though. It's all crappy and beige. At least it has a CD player.
Candice is coming to Woodford now. Yay. Now I can sit around doing nothing when it gets too hot to do anything else, and I'll have someone to talk to who will actually get what I'm talking about.
That's enough jokes about jumping in the back seat, I think. The End.
Friday, December 21, 2001 07:01 p.m.
Currently listening to: "That Major Tom Song" David Bowie
I just got back from Beaudesert, which we'd been at since Wednesday. On the way there we stopped at the O'Sullivan's new house. It's nice, but small, and not very them, and the rooms are tiny (especially Kahlee's). On Thursday there was much Christmas shopping at the Garden City shopping centre in Brisbane. It's changed a lot since the last time I was there. In other words... wow, bigger. I think all the Christmas shopping is done now.
Since we got back there's been nothing but packing going on. The epic move is tomorrow, unfortunately. I don't want to go, I love where I am now too much. Also, the cable can't be moved to the new house until January. I just want to be sick, this is screwing everything up so much.
This might be the last time I can write anything here until after Woodford. I'm looking forward to it so much, I can't even believe it. The End.
Tuesday, December 18, 2001 01:23 a.m.
Currently listening to: "The Bum Bum Song" Tom Green
Candice wrote back an unkind response to my quiz answers. I probably deserved it though. I've gotta learn to keep some things to myself. Mum's definately moving. Possibly this coming Saturday. I just can't leave the other place. It reminds of events past. Of all the times this could have happened, it had to be three days before Christmas. What I'm doing over those few days is difficult enough to figure out as it is.
I was talking to Kieran on MSN earlier tonight. He's suddenly decided that he wants to write all acoustic-style music, instead of what he's been writing his whole life. Just because of that bloody "Rose Coloured Glasses" song. Sure, he was able to write one good song in that style. It doesn't mean that's what he always has to do. The most annoying thing is that I am the acoustic princess ^_^. He also said that he isn't breaking up with Sam yet, because he doesn't have any reason to. Of course, he said this after going on about how much he's fallen in love with Stevee (after one date, mind you).
I've been thinking about what's happened throughout this almost finished year over the last few days. Sadly, in reference to me personally, the answer is not very much. I miss last year... The End.
Sunday, December 16, 2001 09:44 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Hallelujah" Rufus Wainwright, from the Shrek soundtrack
Uh oh... I got another one of those quizes where you answer all of the questions about yourself then send it to your friends from Candice earlier today. Her answers just annoyed me for some reason, as everything else was at the time, so the way I answered the questions was a little... harsh. I didn't mean anything by it, though. I just don't feel like communicating with anyone right now, it reminds me of school, which I really don't want to be reminded of.
I went to my first practice for the Christmas play today. I had to miss last week's because I was in Brisbane with Candice. I'm the main character again. I guess I did volunteer for it (I love the acting) but I really don't want everyone looking at me for that long.
What I'm doing for Christmas is still very confusing, although I do know that I'm going to the O'Sullivan's new house on either Wednesday or Saturday next week (on the way to or from Beaudesert). It shouldn't be too bad. The End.
Friday, December 14, 2001 08:34 p.m.
I'm still alive... barely. I just haven't had much time to spare over the last week. I went ice-skating for the first time on Tuesday. It was similar to roller-skating. I was expecting this, it being skating and all. The rink was cold, though.
Yesterday we went out to dinner with the O'Sullivans, because they left today. Kieran didn't come with us, he had more important things to do. I don't know what else to say.
I went to see "Harry Potter" tonight, but I had a terrible headache (which I still do) so I really didn't enjoy it that much. Apart from that, though, it was pretty good. The first scene with the magic mirror where Harry sees his mum and dad, and thinks they're really behind him but they're not is incredibly sad. I should probably keep it a secret that the Harry Potter movie made me cry...
I need to rest my pain-filled head now. The End.
Monday, December 10, 2001 04:31 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Goodbye to you" Michelle Branch
Happy Birthday, Brian! Today you are a man. No, you're actually just twenty-nine, but I wanted to sound dramatic. I'd send you a present, but that would be a little difficult, so I'll just send you happy thoughts instead. I love you, dear, and am dedicating this whole entry to you! Ooer, lucky.
Here are some Brian-themed fanfics!
Mother Goose It's got Savage Garden in it, and lots of fairy tale characters. Of course, it's rated NC-17.
I love you so much it just turns to hate I loved this story up until the last chapter, which seemed rushed. But it's still delightfully angsty.
Luxemburger Queen and Princess of the Universe The first is the sequel to the second. These add up to be the longest fic I've ever read, I think. Perfection.
I went to Brisbane with Candice's family last night. I'll elaborate on this later, I'm just mentioning it now because while there we stopped at a book shop and I bought "The Guinness Rockopedia". It's three years out of date, but still managed to feature Placebo, as well as a pre-haircutted picture of Brian, looking more girly than usual...
Happy birthday, baby. The End.
Friday, December 7, 2001 12:23 p.m.
Currently listening to: "I don't wanna miss a thing" Aerosmith
I'm so happy! I did a quiz type thing about what would be my perfect career. #1=best, #25=worst, etc.
# 1 Movie Star <-- Yay!
# 2 Rock Star <-- This is what I want to be most...
# 3 Artist <-- Sounds like fun!
# 4 Park Ranger <-- Umm, maybe not.
# 5 Astronaut <-- No thank you.
# 6 Chef <-- I'll be right.
# 7 Inventor <-- I don't want to do this either.
# 8 Police Officer <-- Or this.
# 9 Politician <-- Or this.
# 10 Professional Sports Player <-- Or this.
# 11 Reporter <-- I might be able to live with this.
# 12 Salesperson <-- Not if you held a gun to my head.
# 13 Teacher <-- I don't think so.
# 14 Author <-- Yes! I wanted this one to be higher up.
# 15 Chemist <-- What, the shop?
# 16 Doctor <-- Eewwww, NO!
# 17 Engineer <-- Yuck
# 18 FBI Agent <-- I guess I won't be Mulder/Scully-ing, then
# 19 Geneticist <-- I'll just ignore this one.
# 20 Graphic Designer <-- This is Nicky's territory.
# 21 Lawyer <-- This is Anna's territory.
# 22 Researcher <-- This is no one in the whole world's territory...
# 23 Web Designer <-- This is... Kieran's territory maybe?
# 24 Computer Game Programmer <-- See above.
# 25 Mathemetician It's last! Yay! Hallelujah! Sucky maths!
That was a barrel full of laughs. Fake laughs.
Thursday, December 6, 2001 02:20 p.m.
Currently listening to: "What would you do" City High
There's a barbecue at the O'Sullivan's on Saturday night. It's too late for me to consider it as our last ever in relatively normal circumstances, since they've already moved out of their house. But it's still a very sad occasion. Maybe I should write something musically sad and depressing about it? Nah, we all know how that always turns out.
Pikachu! You know there is no other. I choose you! Because you are my brother... Sorry, I got a little distracted. The End.
Wednesday, December 5, 2001 09:40 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Jenny", Women in Docs
I worked on this page all day yesterday. It's no better, is it? The pictures still aren't working, and I don't know when they will again. The worst part is that there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.
This morning I was "kidnapped" to the O'Sullivans. I didn't know they were coming or anything, they just showed up and took me to their house. While I was there I saw "Final Fantasy", and Nicky and Rachel were right. It is boring. Nicky came over for a little while actually. She saw "Harry Potter" on Monday, and thought it was great.
We got out "Moulin Rouge"! I just finished watching it. But just because I know the script off by heart (and have a habit of saying the lines along with the actors) everyone kept yelling at me. Well, I say fuck them, because it's my favourite movie, and I'll do what ever I bloody well like.
Christmas where the gum trees grow, there is no frost and there is no snow. No shit. The End.
Monday, December 3, 2001 10:51 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Cigarettes and chocolate milk" Rufus Wainwright
I was wrong. The server that I uploaded all of my pretty pictures to is down, and nobody knows when it will be up again. So let's just cope with a box with a cross in it for now, shall we? Yes we shall.
Using lyrics to two songs that I wrote, Anna got the music vibes flowin', and now we're as fancy as can be. In other words, we've done the music arrangement for two songs. Anna says that I should come to her school one day this week so that the songs can be recorded with God's (*ahem* I mean Mr Wilson's) four-track recorder. I don't know if it's actually going to happen, though.
Apparently I've written too many depressing songs, so It's time to write something joyous. The End.
Monday, December 3, 2001 03:49 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Standing Still" Jewel
Anyone who's wondering why all of my images are missing... I think it's because my Dad switched from Edit Plus 2 to CuteFTP without telling me, so all of my images have been left behind. I'll fix the problem as soon as he gets home (because I need the new password for CuteFTP). Some people are so inconsiderate.
I just found out that Daniel Johns is a vegan. That would explain the stick-thiness. Well, that and the residual effects of anorexia... I don't mean that in an unkind way, of course. The End.
Monday, December 3, 2001 03:40 a.m.
Currently listening to: "The sound of breaking up" Paul Mac feat. Peta Morris
Am I the only person who's heard the new Paul Mac (is that two words or one?) song? Because I'm surprised by how much I like it. Especially since I really didn't like their first song. I can't even remember what it was now, I just know I didn't like it.
I feel like I've been on the computer for hours without accomplishing anything. I did write a song earlier today, though. It's about a certain pair of fictional characters, and the fun part is guessing which ones! Wheeeee, fun...
Am I the only person who has trouble finding writing inspiration when I don't have a good pen? Because personally I think biros are full of evil things, and should all be burned at the stake. I'm very much in love with my ink pen I have at the moment, although I think I may have lost it tonight in transit from Mum's house to Dad's. Speaking of being at Dad's, we put the Christmas tree up here tonight. It's so cheap and disgusting, so it's really not filling me with either Christmas joy or spirit.
I'm reading Zelda's 19th Unaired Episode of Poké-fun right now. Ash is singing the Digimon theme song. Oh, what amusing fun. I'm also researching a lovely boy named Rufus Wainwright. All I know is that he writes songs, and is very pretty (and gay, but that's really got nothing to do with anything, it's just something else I know about him). I haven't actually heard any of his music yet, but I would have if my Audiogalaxy satelite wasn't so freaking slow.
I'm tired. The End.
Sunday, December 2, 2001 06:54 p.m.
I can die happy. I've finally (like after more than a year searching) re-found the Chibi-Chibi on Crack fan fiction. It was these that inspired me to write in the crazy and frightening way that I do. Now the only thing left for me to find again on the internet is the fics written by Psycho Kiyone, and the Rocket Princess series by Chibi Team Rocket. I can only pray...
Sunday, December 2, 2001 05:40 p.m.
George Harrison, one of the Beatles just died. It's strange really, because I was talking about them with Mum a few days ago, about how everyone in the world seems to know at least a few of their songs besides me. Him dying kind of makes me want to learn some. I don't know why.
Jemma's birthday party yesterday wasn't anything especially wonderful. Nothing against her (or anyone else who was there, for that matter), but there's only so much non-swimming I can take. However, right before everyone left we all hugged lots and lots and lots. It was kinda freaky, actually. I felt like I'd hugged everyone in the whole world. I'd really only hugged almost everyone in the whole house.
Everyone and their fucking music can just go to hell and die. The End.
Thursday, November 29, 2001 08:29 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Beloved", Wendy Matthews
Time for more quiz fun! I stole this from Emrys' blog. I hope she's not pissed...
Four things you would eat on the last day of your life:
- The good fruit (mangoes, cherries, apricots, etc.)
- Fried rice with sweet and sour sauce
- An Uncle Tony's chicken kebab with no tomato, extra mushrooms and sour cream, and barbecue sauce
- Pokora, Woodford style
Four cds from your collection that you will never get tired of:
Right now?
- Tell, Winter Sweet
- Best of, Wendy Matthews
- Without You I'm Nothing, Placebo
- 2BA Master, Pokémon. Ok, so I lost it. I still love it!
Four celebrities you would have sex with:
Remember, age is no boundary
- Brian Molko
- Ewan McGregor
- Nicholas Lea
- Mulder man, because no one should ever pass up that opportunity.
Four vacations you have taken:
- Hervey Bay/Fraser Island with the O'Sullivans in September 1997, and that's a really long time ago...
- Hamilton Island, 1998
- Carnarvon Gorge with the O'Sullivans, 1999 and 2001
- Canberra, almost every single year ever
Four songs you get stuck in your head frequently:
At the moment...
- Every me, every you, Placebo
- Tumbling down, from "The Velvet Goldmine"
- Drive you home, Garbage
- Lest We Forget, The Waifs
Four things you'd like to learn:
- to play the electric guitar
- more html skills
- Latin
- The words to every song in the whole world
Four beverages you drink frequently:
- Diet Coke
- Mango Nectar
- Red Fanta
- Creaming Soda (not that shit called Creamy Soda)
Four TV shows that were on when you were a kid:
Um... you mean a younger kid, right?
- My Little Pony
- Samurai Pizza Cats
- Orson and Olivia
- That weird show with the animals in a room (not Johnson and friends) where there was a monkey or a mouse or something that went up into the roof in one episode and got hypnotised and started going, "Beams... beams... BEAMS!!!"
Four places to go in your city:
- The Big Pineapple!
- The Big Cow!
- The Big Cart Track! (ok, no one actually goes here)
- Umm... The Ettamoga (or however you spell it) Pub?
Four things to do when you're bored:
- Read fan fiction about my current obsession.
- Write in a comedic style
- Listen to music while jumping up and down, or pretending that I am
- Make myself over to look like a rock star
Four things that never fail to cheer you up:
This is more difficult to answer than it should be.
- Watching "The Velvet Goldmine", then re-watching the best songs, and the parts with Brian and Ewan
- Getting a compliment, of course. Especially if it's for something like my singing/drawing/writing ability (which I personally think are non-existant, but whatever)
- Finding a new special friend
- Woodford, the source of all happiness, love and life
Well, that was fun. I've got to stop doing these things, because they take up a hell of a lot of room. Oh well. The End.
Thursday, November 29, 2001 03:04 p.m.
I've decided to do another Placebo layout, with a Christmasy feel to it. I probably won't change my mind about this. The End.
Thursday, November 29, 2001 02:44 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Buffy/Angel Love Theme", Christophe Beck
Save me! That spider I was talking about? Guess who's foot it just touched! I spent the last twenty minutes standing on a table. And it's still down there, somewhere. Please save me...
I have to go to school tomorrow, to get my senior jersey for next year. Candice just reminded me. I really don't want to see any of those people that'll be there before I have to, so I haven't decided whether I'll go yet. The End.
Thursday, November 29, 2001 11:57 a.m.
Currently listening to: "Raging", Winter Sweet
I archived again. I had to, but really didn't want to. The next time time I archived was meant to be when I did a complete page overhaul. That's just going to have to wait until I go back to Dad's though, because I can't upload any pictures here. Fuck it.
I have a new picture for the top of this page. It's nice and Christmasy, and I drew it six months ago (why I was drawing something Christmasy six months ago is anyone's guess). It should be up in a few days. It needs a lot of work (there are blue lines on the paper I need to erase), which I'm currently doing in Paint. Paint sux, by the way. I wish I had one of those various wonderful Paintshop programs. They're good. Much better than sucky Paint.
I watched "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" last night. I was right about people being shot with a laser and trying to climb up a curtain at the end. It doesn't finish at that part where everyone becomes statues. The whole world is wrong and I am, once again, right. Tim Curry must be the bravest man in the world to play that character. Although his costumes were kinda hot at the end. Shame about his terrible hair and giant fake pearl necklace.
Time to go! The End.
