Saturday, September 7, 2002 11:06 p.m.

Currently listening to: Why does the sun shine? (the sun is a mass of incandescent gas), They Might Be Giants

I have exams all this coming week, so (yay!) I got a cold yesterday. The most cursed of illnesses, all mine for the enjoying! I should be studying right now, or writing my speech for English. But instead I think I'll continue what I'm doing; listening to amusing They Might Be Giants and Weird Al songs, and reading about how each Manics single charted in the UK. Fun. The End.

Friday, September 6, 2002 11:53 p.m.

Currently listening to: Not if you were the last junkie on Earth, Dandy Warhols

I'm better today. I stayed home from school again, though. I don't want to go, and have my point proved correct. I know I've finally lost, after swearing for so long that I would. Well, yay for me, I was right. Is it possible that I'm blowing this whole thing out of proportion? Um, yeah. It really is, but I tend to do that. And this time I'm really damn sure. Oh, but I feel even better now, because I just saw the new Grinspoon video! Funny! Pretty Phil. I wish he'd dress up girly again, like he did for Just Ace. It was the best he's ever looked. Thanks, I'm over it! That was a funny song too.

Robert Smith is a fuckin' genius, can I just say that? I've never heard a song by The Cure that I don't like, how much does that say? Even Placebo has Goddamn Spite and Malice. On a slightly (okay, very) different topic, I'm thinking of setting up a business of sorts. People at school are always, "Oh Bridgette, I'll pay you a dollar if you make me a copy of one of your CDs!" , so wouldn't it make sense for them to want a CD with whatever songs they want? Ooh, the originality! Come on, if you don't have a burner, how else are you going to get Prince, Queen and King Adora (hee! on so many levels) on one CD? Sure, maybe I'm the only person who would want that. But you know what I mean.

It's almost time for me to re-do the pretty picture at the top of this page. It'll probably be done in the next few days. I might go for another Richey one, because I know that if I use anyone else I'll get bored of it pretty quickly. The End.

Thursday, September 5, 2002 02:29 p.m.

Currently listening to: The Intense Humming of Evil. Not the Manics song with that name. Nope, just some evil humming inside my head. Evil humming.

I wish Richey had never started drinking. I wish that he'd never gone away. I wish that I was brave enough to kill myself, because I really wish that I could die. I wish that Candice hadn't decided it was more important to do whatever was required to be friends with Rachel than it was to continue talking to me. I wish that I wasn't always left out of everything, no matter the effort I put in to be included. I wish I mattered to someone, anyone, anything. I wish my hands would stop shaking as I scratch the required red lines into my arms with my fingernails.

It's easier to make love to a stranger
Than to ask a friend to call
~Richey, death to the unbelievers, the ones that don't get it.

We all die anyway, right? No one would care, not required, just the extra, so unneccary, so... always nobody. You'd think with this fucked up way with words that I'd be able to write a song that isn't shit but, nope, can't do that either. Can't do anything. Can't write, can't sing, can't act, can't play a god damn musical instrument after six years of lessons.

Wednesday, September 4, 2002 12:22 a.m.

Currently listening to: Love's Sweet Exile, Manic Street Preachers [music video]

Oh. My. GOD... Everyone in the world has got to watch this. It's like Richey/Nicky pornography! So far I've only downloaded about fifteen seconds, but it's my boys! Groping each other! Without shirts! The part I have only gives me a glimpse of Richey's face and a whole lot more of Nicky, but Nicky looks even more gorgeous than usual so it's okay. And now, joy of joys, I can say that I honestly love Richey, because I've actually seen him as a moving, living person, not just as a frozen image on my wall. Aww fuck, they're beautiful!

Tuesday, September 3, 2002 08:02 a.m.

Currently listening to: Story, Gackt

The QCS is starting in an hour-and-a-half. The most important exam I will have ever done at school. If it weren't for this fucking test I'd be so excited right now. I just found a radio interview with the marvellous Mr Nicholas Jones, and only have time to listen to a bit of it. But even in that bit, his voice is the most adorable, beautiful thing. I really do love him. If it weren't for Richey... they'd be the most beautiful pair in the whole fuckin' world.

Monday, September 2, 2002 05:29 p.m.

I don't know whether to feel proud or not, but anyway...

Which Sylvia Plath Poem Am I?

by wintergale.org

Sunday, September 1, 2002 06:35 p.m.

Currently listening to: More Effeminate than You, Robin Black and the IRS

Livid! Livid, Livid, LIVID!!! I just went to the Livid website, and saw the updated band list. It now looks something, like this...

Powderfinger (headlining, I don't have much love for them but can appreciate their music), Oasis (the band I love to hate and will love to mock live!), Morrisey (a recent addition; why did I have to get the crappier side of both fueds?), Grinspoon (Whee! Phil! I love Phil!), Something For Kate (Pretty gooood), Mercury Rev (Pretty good too, though fairly unknown in Australia), george (Cool as), Unwritten Law (mucho apreciable), Bad Religion (alright), Sum 41 (squee! Will be the best band of the day! I love you Cone!), John Butler Trio (not as good as every thinks; have seen them before, and didn't enjoy them much), ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead (meant to be pretty good), Motor Ace (pretty alright), Superheist (don't know much about them), Bodyjar (I hope they do the sperm song!), Mogwai (meant to be billiant), Dirty Three (don't know them), Machine Gun Fellatio (have some good songs, some godawful songs), Dropkick Murphys (unheard but have an amusing name), Strung Out (don't know them), The D4 (meant to be good), Dan Brodie & the Broken Arrows (meant to be very good), One Dollar Short (pretty good), Seafood (were good on Top of the Pops).

One last band... The (International) Noise Conspiracy. They are the most blatant Manics ripoff I've ever heard. I'd think that was kind of cute, except that I may be the only person to have noticed. The fact that Channel [V] doesn't even acknowledge my boys existance and plays this cheap copy instead is just the icing on the cake labeled disgust.

I'm getting worried, though. Like Big Day Out, Livid is a large music festival. This means that there are different stages. With so many bands playing that I'm desperate to see, I know I'm going to miss some of them. Sum 41, Grinspoon, Morrisey and Oasis probably matter most to me, if only because they're the most famous (meaning I'll feel cooler if I see them). I'd probably be happy just seeing them, but what if I can't even do that? The End.

Sunday, September 1, 2002 01:51 p.m.

Currently listening to: Monkey Gone To Heaven, The Pixies

I spent yesterday in Brisbane city, and it was gloriously fun. Mum drove Anna, Kathryn and I down, and we were there from about 11:30am until 8:30pm. It was seriously probably the most fun I've had al year. We just walked around the sity, going to shops or whatever else we felt like doing. I went to a huge HMV, at which they didn't have the CD I wanted the most (Gold Against the Soul, Manic Street Preachers) but they did have other stuff I wasn't expecting. For example: five different ABBA singles on CD for $5.95 each. I really regret not getting one, but I had enough trouble choosing between a Manics single and Slave to the Wage. In the end I chose Brian, because Nicky's single had the same B-Sides as Ocean Spray, which I already have. Of course, right when I decided to get Brian I noticed that Every you, every me was there as well. But the case wasn't as good a type, so I stuck with my decision.

At about three we went to the movies to see Signs. That movie is hilarious, and it's really not meant to be. To anyone who's going to see it, watch out for a scene in which Mel Gibson is crying while eating mashed potatoes, and also where he's very excited about having extra bacon. We kept laughing at really inappropriate moments, and I think the people around us were annoyed. When it ended Mum was all "That was awful!" before we even left.

We walked around for awhile, had dinner (at which people kept staring because we were laughing kind of loud) then watched the fireworks that were on the river because it was also river festival night. The city is full of beautiful boys, has anyone else noticed that? Because my God, compared to that, we're living in a leper colony here on the coast. These people, wearing all black, with perfect hair... Damn, me and people's hair. But it's pretty obvious what I mean. The End.

Tuesday, August 27, 2002 01:14 p.m.

Currently listening to: Driver's High, L'Arc~en~Ciel

Whee! Look at me, I'm listening to J-Rock! Sure, maybe no one in this band is as beautiful as Gackt, but who is? Okay, Richey and Brian are, but they're perfect! Who'd have though you can enjoy a song this much when you can't even understand what they're saying? I'm downloading again, even though I know my SOR assignment is due tomorrow and I've written one paragraph. Finally got around to downloading that Denis Leary song from the eighties about him being an asshole. It's damn funny. Oh, also, re-getting Polkamon, which I lost months ago when Dad's computer crashed. Anything about Pokémon is good, right? Okay maybe not, but this song is!

I'm going to stop talking about music now, though. I've been going on about it a lot lately. There's more life, isn't there? Um, maybe. The first episode of QaF US, when Brian and Justin have the original personal fun... When they finally actually do it, Brian creeped me out a bit. How he was all, "every time you do this with anyone, you'll feel me". That scared me. I think Brian is very messed up in the head. Wait, he's fictional! Well, I think that the fictional character of Brian is messed up in the head. The End

Monday, August 26, 2002 02:30 p.m.

Currently listening to: Jane Says, Jane's Addiction

Hee! I just noticed an amusing coincidental order, in the songs on todays playlist...

3. Been Caught Stealing, Jane's Addiction
4. Thief, Our Lady Peace
5. The Law, King Adora

It's all about shoplifting, people! They're all good songs too, but I like the OLP one the best. I'm looking for new songs on KaZaA again, and I finally remembered to get Monkey Gone To Heaven by The Pixies, along with a bunch of other shit. If you don't want to get bored with the stuff you already have, then you've gotta constantly keep looking. I've already ruined too many songs, just because I listened to them too much. I don't want to do that again. The End.

Sunday, August 25, 2002 03:35 a.m.

Currently listening to: Thief, Our Lady Peace

Crap. Writing more. Oh well, I've been neglecting this a lot lately, so I guess it's okay. I just had to mention the livejournal group I found. It's filled with everything that I personally could want. Here's an example. Ignore the scary Rammstein boys, and scroll to the bottom of the page. That would be Emmett that Brian's touching. This isn't from an episode, either; they're having personal fun on their own time. On a different page there was a picture of Brian M kissing some random guy, and dammit, he's so beautiful. Also, I think the guy might be famous, but I don't know who he is. Wait, there was also another Brian one, with David Bowie hugging him. Brian looked a little too excited.

Sunday, August 25, 2002 01:43 a.m.

Okay, so I need to add more. I was wrong, Billy was bald for 1979. I thought he lost the hair after Mellon Collie, but it must have been between Mellon Collie and Siamese Dream. Oh well. He was kinda scary this time, in that he really, really looked like Sinead O'Connor. And I don't mean it in a Brian Molko making a beautiful woman way. No, just a scary, Sinead O'Connor way.

Sunday, August 25, 2002 01:28 a.m.

Currently listening to: Love will tear us apart, Joy Division

Talk about being musically slapped in the face twice in a few minutes. I was watching Rage, and they played a New Order song called The Perfect Kiss. I knew it was a really old song, because Bernard Sumner looked like a little boy (although he was probably in his late twenties) and now... doesn't. The song wasn't too impresive; just a bunch of experimental noises paired with Bernard's clearly inexperienced vocals. So I switched over to Channel [V], and caught the second half of Cleaning Out My Closest, the new Eminem song. I don't just really, really like him now, I also feel really, really sorry for him. When that song ended, I switched back to Rage, only to be greeted by Bernard and friends staring at a slightly blurry image of Ian Curtis standing in the doorway. Now that's unexpected imagery of a dead guy.

Okay, it looks like I'm recapping Rage, because I have nothing better to do. About twenty minutes ago I saw The Pumpkins do Tonight Tonight all the way through, and I'm a little afraid of the fact that I was at least a little attracted to all four members of the band. Including D'Arcy, but I think it's just because I'm jealous. Billy's the best one, he's the most adorable thing!

Okay, can you tell I keep writing stuff, leaving to watch a few songs, then coming back to write about them yet? Good. I got so excited about finally getting Close To Me on tape that while it was on I got a stomach ache from an overly harsh version of the musical thrill. I'm feeling better now though, thanks for asking. It was ironic when The Smiths came straight after The Cure though, as I was under the impression that Robert and Morrisey greatly dislike each other. Oh, and The Smith's song? How soon is now. The Charmed theme song.

If I were Nick Cave (and I'm not completely ready to admit that I'm not) I would not be dancing in public again any time soon. In the 15 feet of pure white snow video he looks like a complete arse, although that might be the point. I did however find out that I was right last time I saw this song when I thought Jarvis was in it for a second. This time they showed credits at the end, and one of the names? Jarvis Cocker! I am so cool.

I think that'll have to be it from me for tonight. 1979 will be on soon, but I don't think I'll bother describing it. Just imagine Billy, pre-head shaving, and you'll almost be seeing it yourself, anyway. The End.

Friday, August 23, 2002 07:18 p.m.

Currently listening to: Gabriel, Lamb

Doesn't it alway happen that every time you think things can't get any worse, they alway always do? Today Mum's favourite student in her year eleven Biology class died. From a heart attack. How could that possibly be what was supposed to happen? Why should I get to live this way when other people who quite possible deserve to live more than I do have to die?

Wednesday, August 21, 2002 02:20 p.m.

Currently listening to: Hyper Music, Muse

I've been painting things today. What can I say, it's addictive! I've also been downloading a few songs I've been meaning to get for awhile. Matt Bellamy always looked pretty cute to me, but now I've actually heard his band's music, whee! They're good, too. I mean, people are always like, 'Muse is good!' And then I'm like 'yeah, he's cute!' and they're like 'But what about the music?' 'Yeah, haven't actually heard any...'. Anyway, I re-got the songs I downloaded at Dad's on Sunday (Love will tear us apart, Joy Division; Break Me, Jewel; Hounds of Love and Cloudbusting, Kate Bush; and Disco 2000, Pulp) along with Lamb's Gabriel, which I've been meaning to get since I saw it on Channel [V] about a month ago.

I love the musical thrill. It's incredible. Does anyone else get the musical thrill? I've mentioned it a few times here, and the list of songs that give me that thrill is slowly but surely getting longer and longer. It's like, just a shiver. But the same song only works a few times. Then the thrill is gone. I love it, I hope it never goes away. The End.

Monday, August 19, 2002 02:28 p.m.

Currently listening to: It goes to bed, Rooney

I found out what the next Vanessa Carlton single is to be. Although it's not bad, it's nowhere near as good as A Thousand Miles, which was, incidentally, knocked off the number 1 spot this week by fucking Avril Lavigne. Dammit, just beause her song is as catchy as hell, it doesn't mean that the little fake punk, Hot Topic poster child deserves to be number one anywhere! Dammit! I'm just really hating Avril at the moment because someone I don't know told me I look like her. What? No... I don't think so.

I stayed home from school today. I'll pretend it was because of the blinding headache and stabbing stomach pains (oooh, adjectives!) but honestly I probably could have coped. At least it gave me time to study for my learners test. There's no way I could fail today. Oh, the sky is filled with clouds! It hasn't looked this beautiful in months. If it rains tonight I'll be ever so happy; the thought of watching QaF with Diet Coke, while it rains gives me magnificent chills. Wait, never mind. The suns out.

I ordered my ticket for Livid last night. Sum 41, here I come! While I know it's wrong, I'm very much looking forward to seeing Oasis too. I don't know, just the idea that I'm actually seeing people I have such strong anti-feelings for will be a thrill. Also, Grinspoon! Oh, how I hope that Phil dresses up like he did for Just Ace. He looked so pretty in that (kinda Nicky Wire-ish, actually); why doesn't he wear hair clips all the time? The End.

Sunday, August 18, 2002 04:24 p.m.

Currently listening to: 1992, Blur

My arms, they are red and purple; my fingernails, they were sharp. The very END.

Thursday, August 15, 2002 02:10 p.m.

Currently listening to: London Still, The Waifs

An hour ago I got a brilliant thrill when I saw an ad for Queer as Folk UK on Fox8. But then I checked the TV guide, and was horrified to see that I've already missed at least two episodes (possibly more, but that's as far back as the TV guide went), and so may never get to hear You don't don't care about us, which is in episode three. I know I've already missed Suede doin' Beautiful Ones. That was in the first episode.

Tuesday, August 13, 2002 10:24 p.m.

Currently listening to: All At Once, Whitney Houston

This song... this song is one of those songs that you love so very much, but then it dropped off the face of the Earth and you forget. But then someone at beautiful, beautiful Fametracker mentioned that one of the songs that makes them cry is All at once. Even without the artist, I just remembered. Sure, I'm not even close to being a Whitney Houston fan. I couldn't be, after what she did to Dolly Parton's I will always love you, could I? But if all of her songs were like this, I'd consider it.

The Ekka holiday is tomorrow. I find it strange and slightly amusing that this big giant Brisbane festival has been a Wednesday off from school once a year for twelve years now, and I've never actually been there. I owe them, for the twelve days they've given me. And I'd really like to get a showbag one day... The End

Sunday, August 11, 2002 03:18 p.m.

Currently listening to: Heaven, DJ Sammy

I'd like to send out a mental (mental as in with my mind, not mental as in crr-azy) thankyou to the Australian music-buying public. It is because of you that for the first time, I think, in my entire life, I love six out of the top seven charting songs. To most people this wouldn't mean a thing, but it's huge to me. One last big thing about this; as most people that know me are aware, I often choose a song, then will listen to just that one song on repeat for varying lengths of time when I'm on the computer. These can last for days. I did this with A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton. This week marks the first time one of my songs has reached number one. The End.

Thursday, August 8, 2002 03:45 p.m.

Currently listening to: Smoulder, King Adora

I had the best radio experience of my life this morning (well, except for that hearing If you tolerate this your children will be next incident). Triple J played 1979, by the Pumpkins, then... Carbon Kid! Brian and his sinister diagram! I never thought I'd hear that song on the radio. I'm soooo lucky. The End.

Monday, August 5, 2002 07:42 p.m.

Currently listening to: The Everlasting, Manic Street Preachers

This is the most beautiful Manic Street Preachers song I've ever heard. Unless I get to Brisbane with twenty dollars first, This is my truth, tell me yours is so the next album of theirs I'm buying. With this song, along with If you tolerate this, My Little Empire and You Stole the Sun from My Heart, how can it be anything but perfect?

Monday, August 5, 2002 06:21 p.m.

Currently listening to: Big Isn't Beautiful, King Adora

This song is fucking creeping me out! But at the same time, it's really, really good and making me bounce up and down in my seat. I wasn't meant to like these guys. I mean, they say they hate The Manics and Placebo, my two most favourite bands (though I know that's crap, because they're very clearly ripping both of them off; they even have a song called Bionic for Christ's sake!). I was only checking out what I'd be missing out on. I should have known better. They're too much like Placebo and The Manics to dislike them.

The Secret Life of Us season finale is tonight. Though sad I am, I luckily still have weeks of Queer as Folk left this year. I hope it's as good tonight as it was last week. Because it was damn good last week. The End

Saturday, August 3, 2002 10:19 a.m.

Currently listening to: No Surface, All Feeling, Manic Street Preachers

Clearly I'm back from camp. I'd like to be able to say that I had a great time (or even a marginally acceptable time) but that would be a damn dirty lie. I hate lying, you know. People are awful. They're like the plague; eventually they'll make you rot on the inside until you're just too dead. Okay, maybe not that exactly, but I still stick by my plague simile. I suppose there was... two good things about camp. First, I got to watch SVU, which had Henry from Dawson's Creek (aka Tommy Gnosis from Hedwig) in it because the room had a TV in it. Second... there was a bus. It was a cool bus. I miss that bus.

It's time for me to air my feelings and frustrations with those I love to hate: Shitty Musicians! I just saw the new Phantom Planet music video. The song's called Lonely Day (it's shit) the video is kinda animated, with wheels turning on a car while the car was moving forward in such a way that would make it move backwards (shit) and the guys in the band are all butt ugly (shit). Sure, that California song was catchy, but this band is shit!

Tuesday, July 30, 2002 09:46 p.m.

Currently listening to: Creeping up on you, Darren Hayes

After hearing this song I find Darren Hayes just a little more creepy than I used to. And yet... there's something kind of sweet about this song that tells the story of Darren stalking someone. Anyway, I have to go to Biology camp tomorrow, to Moreton Island for three days. I really don't want to go, but I don't have much choice. Oh well.

Monday, July 29, 2002 11:38 p.m.

Currently listening to: Stay, Shakespear's Sister

I've been watching the Commonwealth Games a lot since they started on Friday. Australia's been going really well, which tends to happen when the US, China and Russia aren't in the way. We're even winning some of the gymnastics, because Romania's not there. I wish I was there, though. I wish I could be all British and such.