Super upcoming events!
March
1st- Uni starts
Right this second
CD:
Your Favourite Weapon, Brand New
Swamp Ophelia, Indigo Girls
Obsession:
To eat or not to eat?
Food:
Nothing
Television:
Queer as Folk
Movie:
Big Fish
Video/DVD:
Heavyweights! Yes!
Reading:
The Stars' Tennis Balls by Stephen Fry
Playlist
The Archive (old stuff) Archive 1
Archive 2
Archive 3
Archive 4
Archive 5
Archive 6
Archive 7
Archive 8
Archive 9
Archive 10
Archive 11
Archive 12
Archive 13
Archive 14
Archive 15
Archive 16
Archive 17
Archive 18
Archive 19
Archive 20
Good Links Television Without Pity
House of Brian
Neopets
Mm... Ewan...
Zelda, and her rarecandy
An outlet for my rambling
US Survival Tips for Aussies
The Evils of Scientology
email:woah_intense@hotmail.com No, there will be no mailto: tags involved, because they piss me off.
What is this?...







My heart longs for Samurai Pizza Cats :: Ah, Nostalgia
Mullets. Why?
My Song ¯
Hallelujah
Viva! Androgyny
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My thoughts in a tangible format, accompanied by pictures that don't belong to me and come from all over the place. |
Saturday, March 27, 2004 01:32 a.m.
Currently listening to: Tomorrow, Wendy, Concrete Blonde
Shit yes! I was dreading writing this thing for so long, procrastinating all day and now... Now I've done it all in twenty minutes. Who knew that 250 words was so short? Not me! Rock on, bitches. I need Diet Coke. Good thing there's some in the fridge *goes to get some*. I just realised that last year was the first year that I didn't "hook up" with anyone at all, all year. I mean someone that I had any chance of ever seeing again. Does that make me pathetic? Should I just delete the second half of this paragraph?
Oh shit, so ashamed. I listed one of my interests on livejournal as sex! what the fuck was I thinking? That was obviously a 4am addition. The End.
Friday, March 26, 2004 05:24 p.m.
Currently listening to: Playboy Mommy, Tori Amos (over and over and over...)
Dammit, this song! I know I'm going to get sick of it, I listen to it so damn much. I'm getting kind of hungry, but hell, I'm stronger than food! Also, we don't have any. I'm talking to Adam on MSN. Are you reading this Adam? I'm talking to you! Lalala... I'm such a fan of multiple elipses. The End.
Friday, March 26, 2004 04:00 p.m.
I forgot to say that I've been reading all of my old entries on this page, and they are rife with typos. I'll have to fix them all later tonight, when everyone else is in bed. Oooh, I can check what's on Rage tonight now! The End.
Friday, March 26, 2004 03:19 p.m.
Currently listening to: Tigerlily, Matchbook Romance
God damn me. I've been absent a lot, haven't I? It's not my fault, I only have a computer for two days each week. I'm tired like whoa, and was meant to be doing uni work all day. Did I? Fuck no! I wouldn't be writing here now if I was doing what I was supposed to be. It's just so hard. Yeah, like my cock. Dammit, what is wrong with me at the moment? That's not something I'd say! So why did I say it? Gah! Another conversation with myself? That's starting to sound more like me.
I've actually made a couple of new friends over the last couple of weeks. Since when does that happen, right? Well, it sorta-kinda has, and it's getting me in shit. Candice is angry at me again. I'm starting to think that I'd be better off spending every day, flat on my back, screaming along emo-tastically to music and crying. I wouldn't really have anything to cry about, but that's never stopped me before. Fine, fuck it, I'll never talk to anyone again. And there I go, over-reacting again.
Placebo! Placebo rox0rs my sox0rs. I TOUCHED STEF! He was right there, and I touched him! And Brian played an harmonica during Protect Me From What I Want, which warmed the cockles (whatever those are) of my hippy-fied heart. I can't even remember now why the night was all so good, I just know that it really was. Adam bought me a muffin... I think. I know somehow I got a muffin, and that I didn't pay for it. Since Candice didn't buy it for me, I figure it was him. Which was nice! Aw, now I'm craving danish and Easter egg. When refering to Easter eggs, should 'Easter' be capitalised? Or only when you're refering to the event? A more important question is probably "Why do I care so much, or at all?".
So I'm visiting my Grandparents in Beaudesert tomorrow. I can't wait. Why? Of course, because I want to see them! Sadly, that isn't true. It's because they have a scale, and I haven't weighed myself for almost three weeks. I bet I'm up at 130 pounds again, just because I can see it when I look in the mirror. This love affair with cake will kill me. Or rather, I'll get too frustrated with it, and kill myself. Imagine it: "She killed herself over cake. What a loser." Sadly, what my family would say. Except for my aunty. She'd be more like: "You'd think she could have lost some weight so that she didn't leave such a fat corpse!"
I hate my life. The End.
Saturday, March 20, 2004 12:44 a.m.
I'm only home for one night this week, because Placebo is tomorrow. I'm really tired. I don't have much to say. I've binged really badly over the last two days. I feel really full now, but it could just be from all of the water I've been drinking. I think I'm going to go to bed now...
P.S. Anna's not dying, it was all just an infection.
Sunday, March 14, 2004 12:17 p.m.
Currently listening to: Stalks of Last Year's Fruit, Penelope Swales
After heavy duty bingeing from Thursday to Saturday, I'm finally back on track today. I just finished eating a K-time bar, my first food for the day. The funky cool thing is, I started eating it two hours ago. It's taken me this long to finish it. How good do I feel?! I have one week to lose... I don't know exactly, I haven't weighed myself since Sunday morning last week. At that point I was still 123.5 pounds. So if the last three days have stopped me from getting lower than that, I've got one week to lose 5.5 pounds, or about 2.5 kilograms. I swear that I can do it. For the next seven days I eat nothing but vegetables, K-time bars and apricot fruit bars. It has to work, I don't have another option.
Anna has a lump in her leg. The doctor thought it was a hernia (in a fifteen-year-old?), but it isn't, so on Monday she's getting a biopsy done to find out what the hell is going on. I'm not meant to be worried, but I am. Things like this aren't meant to happen to people I care about. Cancer is on the fucking list of possibilities! Hell!
I see Placebo in one week. I was really looking forward to it, but now that my weight has plateaued I don't really feel as happy. I was so sure I was going to make it down, and now it's looking much less likely. The End.
Thursday, March 11, 2004 09:48 p.m.
Currently listening to: Caught a Lite Sneeze, Tori Amos
Home again. I came off a 76 hour fast at 2am this morning, and man did I come down hard. In the last twenty four-hours I have eaten:
- a chocolate chip muffin
- 4 Weight Watchers chocolate crisp bars
- a Hound Dog (kabana in pastry) with tomato sauce
- a sausage roll with tomato sauce
- an egg and lettuce sandwich
- 1/4 cup of hot chips with tomato sauce and vinegar
- a Junior Burger
- a small McDonald's fries
- six pieces of Crunchie chocolate
I'm deeply ashamed. Effort comes back tomorrow. The End.
Friday, March 5, 2004 11:46 p.m.
Currently listening to: Playboy Mommy, Tori Amos
I love this song. Love, love, love it. Fan-bloody-tastic.
I've had my first week of university. Not too sucky, although I didn't make it to my lecture on Thursday. I slept too late. Fuck me. Oh, and I now love lemon flavoured Lipton's Ice Tea. I don't love that they leave the fucking 'D' out of Iced, though. That bugs me so bad.
I met Candice's friend Adam on Wedneday. He's special. I think that he might be a recovered anorexic. He seemed to know an awful lot about it. He's hilarious, though. Has no idea about social conventions, but still... Hilarious. Maybe if I wasn't completely asexual... but no. Speaking of food, or the lack of, I've fucked up so very badly in the last week. We're staying at the O'Sullivan's again tomorrow night, and I'm sure that when I weigh myself on Sunday morning I will have gained. I was down to fucking 56 kilos, dammit! I'd lost four! Why did I have to make all of my effort a waste?! Fuck me. The End.
Saturday, February 21, 2004 07:21 p.m.
Currently listening to: I'll Catch You, The Get Up Kids
I'm hungry. Eating will make me feel guilty. But I'm hungry. I won't eat. Wait, yes I will. I'll eat lettuce. You better be fucking greatful for this, Brian. You wouldn't believe the struggles and pain I'm going through for you.
Thursday, February 19, 2004 11:24 p.m.
Currently listening to: Under Pressure, David Bowie and Freddie Mercury
I'm back from the big smoke, as my Dad would say. I've been in Brisbane since Sunday. It's like I've actually moved there now. I've even been paid by my new job, into a bank account. That's never happened before! And holy shit, did I see Bowie? I surely did! And he played Five Years, which was the most unexpected, glorious thing ever. It was so unlikely, and it just rocked my world like nothing else. He was very funny, and is still very pretty... ^_^
I need to weigh myself. The last time I did was on Monday morning, when I weighed 58.5 kgs. That was before I ate anything, though. I've hardly eaten anything all week, and I'm always hungry. I want to know if going without is worthwhile. Am I smaller? Or should I just stop being an idiot and eat? I ate chocolate today, and feel so fucking guilty. I need to know if this is working. The End.
Friday, February 13, 2004 11:33 p.m.
Currently listening to: Seventy times 7, Brand New
I'm free! I've quit! No more disgusting old fruit and vegetables. No more earwigs. No more fear of being forced to ring up and order something. No more trying desperately to pack up things in time. No more being yelled at every single day. No more having to unpack all that shit each week. No more food tempting me to eat all day, every day. No more getting up at 7am, at least for now. No more idiots with stupid accents. No more!
I didn't eat anything yesterday. I just feel so damn huge, and I cannot be huge when I see Brian. I ate heaps today (I'm eating a Redskin right now), so I'm going to go without again tomorrow. It'll be harder to do it without anyone noticing though, what with it being a Saturday and all. There'll be no, "Oh, I ate so much at work!" this time. The End.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004 03:24 p.m.
Currently listening to: We'll Always Have Paris, Commander Venus
I got the bakery job. Which means that today I had to tell Christa that I wouldn't be coming back after this week. And I was all, "Fuck you! I'm leaving!", except that I so totally wasn't. But hell, two more days and I'll be free of that hell hole forever! Is there anything more grand than that? I don't think so! The End.
Monday, February 9, 2004 11:47 p.m.
Currently listening to: Joey, Concrete Blonde
I've got my trial day at the bakery in Brisbane which may possibly be giving me a job tomorrow. Please, please, please let me get this job. It would be so incredibly fantastic if I never had to go back to the fruit and vegetable-tainted hell hole at which I'm currently employed. I'm really tired, and have like five hours of travelling to do tomorrow, so I think I might go to bed now.
Oh, also: MAREEP UPDATED TONIGHT! The End.
Monday, February 9, 2004 12:11 p.m.
Currently listening to: Pretty Things, Rufus Wainwright
Queer as Folk! Tonight! Iamsoexcited. Will Brian and Justin finally get back together tonight? My new mobile (shiny, shiny!) is working now, so if anyone wants the number... too fucking bad! No seriously, I'll give it to anyone that asks. Not that anyone would, but you know. The End.
Sunday, February 8, 2004 10:06 p.m.
Currently listening to: Tomorrow Wendy, Concrete Blonde
Went to Brisbane yesterday, and lost my watch. I keep looking at my wrist, but all I see is a tan mark from where it once sat. I can't get over it, unfortunately. I got a mobile phone today. It came with a pretty silver cover, not like those shitty dull grey once you get sometimes. But I'd rather not have it at all if it meant my watch could just reappear. It's all I can think about. Not knowing what time it is makes me feel sick. Oh, I also got a fridge and a book case (yes, finally!), but who the fuck cares, right? I just want my watch. The End.
Friday, February 6, 2004 09:08 a.m.
Currently listening to: Tomorrow, Wendy, Concrete Blonde
I guess this is fairly accurate...

Which 1990's Subculture Do You Belong To?
[Another Quiz by Kris
@ couplandesque.net]
Thursday, February 5, 2004 10:33 a.m.
Currently listening to: I Need You, 3T
This song has been in my head for approximately eight years, since the last time I heard it. When it was in the charts. When I was in primary school. It finally downloaded today. Whoa, it's like, seriously flashback. A flashback to when... everything was different. Everything that could possibly be different was different. It makes me tired.
Thursday, February 5, 2004 09:07 a.m.
Currently listening to: Die In the Summertime, Manic Street Preachers
Oh shit. We all know what date Sunday was, right? February 1st. Yep, NINE YEARS SINCE RICHEY DISAPPEARED ON US. And I didn't remember until today. I'm the worst person in the world, that's all I can figure about that. At least I know I thought about him, because I think about him every day (and I'm not exagerating, I actually do). But I didn't think about that. I suppose it's not right to vary the amount of love I'm feeling according to the day, but I still feel horrifically guilty. So let's just...
I love him. As I lie in bed at night I whisper my love for him, out loud, into the dark. Because as long as I remember him, he can't really be gone, right? And so my being in love with this man extends past the two years and one month mark. But nine years gone is getting to be really long time. Man, thinking about this is like, automatic, back in Year 12 feelings. It's weird.
I love you, and it feels like it's been forever, but I still think about you constantly. The End.
Wednesday, February 4, 2004 10:54 p.m.
Currently listening to: Out of Habit, Ani Difranco
Mareep updated!
Wednesday, February 4, 2004 04:00 p.m.
Currently listening to: 32 Flavours, Ani Difranco
Huh. I finally get why people love Ani Difranco. Doesn't that just happen sometimes? Where you listen, and you don't get it, but then you listen a couple more times and suddenly you understand? This song, and another of hers called Both Hands has convinced me of the truth: Ani Difranco fucking owns. Mmm, minute-and-a-half African drum solo...
I was reading through my "Book of post-schooling Education", and found this review of Lady Chatterly's Lover that I wrote in March last year. I still consider it to be completely accurate:
"Lady Chatterly's Lover" by D.H. Lawrence
This book is utter crap. It's bad story telling that has been written badly. Yay Mr Lawrence, so you can speak French! That doesn't mean that every second sentence needs a French phrase thrown in just so that no one forgets. You also don't need to emphasise all of the points you consider important by repeating them four or five times, using different punctuation each time. How about writing a likable character for a change?
Obviously, I did not like that book. The End.
Tuesday, February 3, 2004 01:51 p.m.
Currently listening to: Maps, Yeah Yeah Yeahs
What the hell is this? Work not sucking two shifts in a row?! A day off tomorrow?! What is this good luck I seem to be having?
Chris called last night. I made Mum tell him I was in the shower.
Monday, February 2, 2004 10:50 p.m.
Currently listening to: Change, Good Charlotte
Man, it's been a while since I listened to GC, baby (heh). Queer as Folk makes me sad, and even though I'm meant to be working in the morning, I may have to spoil myself for the next couple of episodes. Oh, this is a pretty song; Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Much less insane than their other songs. I'm damn tired. The End.
Edited to add: Dashboard Confessional is coming. So now I have to worry about whether or not I can go and see them. Great.
Friday, January 30, 2004 02:40 p.m.
Currently listening to: So Sick Of You, Robin Black (yeah! Rock that shit!)
New! Banner! Yes! OK, so I made this one on November 15th, which seems like a hell of a long time ago, but I'm using it now so yay! Too... many... exclamation marks... But holy shizzer, shit and such, Placebo are coming back. In March. And I am so there! Praise be to me! And to them! I'm a little over-excited right now. Oh the happiness! And Candice called me last night! Someone actually called me; I'm not in a slightly different dimension to the rest of the world! And apparently adorable, gay, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers look-alike Chris likes me in that way. Except that he is gay and is only confused. But at least he thinks I'm cool! Heh, how can I be happy about anything? And work didn't suck today, what the hell is that?! The End.
Tuesday, January 27, 2004 11:12 p.m.
Currently listening to: The Special Two, Missy Higgins
I've been reading back over what I've written in here in the last few weeks and, um... I'm obsessing. I've got to stop talking about my love of Mareep's writing (though it's grand), and I've got to stop obsessing over how my life used to go. Obsessing doesn't help anyone, and it doesn't fix anything. I'm going to live in the now! Unfortunately, the now sux. My life is dull. I'd be happy for a conflict or anything to make it more interesting. If my life were a movie, everyone would fall asleep halfway through. If my life were a book, no one would finish reading it. If my life were a TV show it would be cancelled after the pilot episode. Give me a god damn MA rating or something, Please! The End.
Tuesday, January 27, 2004 12:57 a.m.
Currently listening to: Chainbrake, Penelope Swales
God damn! I've been trying desperately to finish The Two Towers today. I've now got eighteen pages to go, which is pretty good considering I had 290 pages to go when I started this morning. Usually I wouldn't rush so much, but it's been a burden that's hung over my head since I started it three weeks ago. It sucks though, because now I'll have to buy the third one, and I'm profoundly impoverished at the moment. I just had to buy a HIM shirt for forty-nine dollars when we were in Brisbane on Sunday, didn't I now. It's beautiful, though. I can parade about with Ville on my chest. Women in Docs were grand. I guess I should say that, since that's why we were in Brisbane in the first place. I love one of Roz's new songs. At tiiiiiimes liiiike these I wish you were mine..., absolutely beautiful. I am so getting their new CD when it comes out. The End.
Wednesday, January 21, 2004 11:20 p.m.
Currently listening to: Tiger Lily, Matchbook Romance
I've got somewhere to live in Brisbane. Yay, I guess. I'd be much happier if Mareep would just update, for the love of fuck. I'm pining for an update. It's been six days! I can't take it anymore! Oh yes... Oh, oh yes. She updated. The world can continue rotating. Thank you Jesus. The End.
Thursday, January 15, 2004 12:37 p.m.
Sometimes I just feel so fucking angry about the way things worked out that I want to scream. Why did I have to fuck up? Why did I have to?! God dammit, why did I have to fuck shit up?!
Wednesday, January 14, 2004 04:19 p.m.
Currently listening to: Last Train Home, Lostprophets
You know your life is pretty pathetic when the one thing you've been looking forward to all day is watching That 70s Show while eating guacamole and corn chips. You know your life is really pathetic when you make the guacamole four hours in advance, like I've just done. Damn, but I'm a loser.
I watched the last episode ever of Dawson's Creek today. It was sad of course because (duh) Jen dies. But it was also sad because hell, Dawson's Creek is my teenage school years. Four years ago I was so very obsessed with it, and I thought about it so much, and now it's gone. Yet another of my links to being younger has bit the dust. If my love for RPS slash ever dies, so do I. It's probably the one thing I'll always have left over from the second half of high school. The End.
Tuesday, January 13, 2004 11:58 p.m.
Currently listening to: For You To Notice..., Dashboard Confessional
I'm in. It's all QUT, all the time for me this year, apparently. So to celebrate I'm reading slash with Jeremiah Rangel as the central character. I love you, Mareep, you are most assuredly my hero. Now update BDE and Kid Stuff before the waiting makes me die.
It's a NO WORK WEDNESDAY! Yes! Do you wanna touch, do you wanna touch, do you wanna touch me there-ere?!. Ah, one of many songs of happiness. I found out today Mum doesn't want me living near you. Remember when we were going to live together? Remember? Probably not. I...
I am an emo shit!
Monday, January 12, 2004 08:33 p.m.
In that moment, that one moment in time, walking down the street away from your shitty little hotel and towards a shitty little liquor store, he told you, "I don't know if I love you, but I really want to kiss you right now." And maybe any other time you would have pushed him away, but the alcohol made you a little dizzy, a little restless, a little horny, and through the buzzing in your head, you thought you wanted to kiss him, too.
Sometimes it hurts more than I thought it ever could.
I could almost swear that I love you,
But I don't know if I'd be lying or not.
Monday, January 12, 2004 06:24 p.m.
Currently listening to: Close to the Flame, HIM
I haven't done an ordinary "My Day" summary in what could possibly be forever, so I'm going to attempt one now. I got up this morning at about ten-thirty; surprisingly early, considering I didn't go to bed last night until four-thirty. Mum and I dropped Anna and Kathryn at the movies to meet Daniel at twelve, then went to the library. I found a new Poppy Z. Brite book that only came out last year, and almost became... excited by it right there. Yes, in that way. That's how much I love her.
We came home in time for Dawson's Creek. I started reading Poppy's new book, and didn't stop until I was finished. Yep, I actually read a book in one sitting for the first time in months and months. And it was wonderful. She is wonderful. And the entire time I was reading? I was thinking 'God, how she'd love this book'. I'm just very, very unhappy. And I don't know how to feel better, about anything. The End.
Sunday, January 11, 2004 07:55 p.m.
Currently listening to: Me Vs. Maradona Vs. Elvis, Brand New
Well, the after-Woodford party is done and done. It did not go the way I'd planned. I had wanted more Woodford, and I really didn't get it. I will probably now hate everyone that I ever meet named David for as long as I live. Stupid fool! Yes, I am eighteen! Deal with it!
And she... She... I... It still cuts at me. All the time, I'm bleeding inside. It doesn't help when she tells me, "Oh, it's fine if I bite you!". Please just stop. The End.
Thursday, January 8, 2004 10:59 p.m.
Currently listening to: Life On Mars?, David Bowie
I've just had a memory; I'm remembering that sense of dread that used to come with every morning that I thought Candice wasn't going to be at school. Honestly, the days when I thought she wasn't going to be there? I was absolutely ill. And if that day happened to be a day of double Biology? I almost died. I totally didn't remember that until about twenty seconds ago. I guess I was always the sick one, the messed up one? There's more to being fuct than visible evidence, I'm living proof of that. There's more to knowledge than pride in what you know, too. There is a vague link, don't worry; Biology made me feel smart. It made me feel like I knew more than other people.
I've always wanted to feel special, like I had something others didn't. And maybe if my parents hadn't spent so much of their time and effort convincing me how clever I was, than I wouldn't have mistakenly believed it. Parents, tell your children that they are good, but not that good. They are not special. We are not special. I am not special. We are not special. You are not special. In the grand scheme of all things, each of us on our own means nothing.
Thinking about the way things have ended up will always make me ill. It's making me ill right now. The way I've ended up... I won't pretend I didn't expect this, because I did. I had hoped I'd be wrong. I'm wrong so often, I'd expected it, really. Damn my accuracy to hell. Damn me. The End.
Monday, January 5, 2004 10:21 p.m.
Currently listening to: The Leviticus Song, Martin Pearson
Let's get this page started with a 2003 quiz!
The 2003 Quiz!
What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?
I got, and kept, a real live paying job.
Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I made a huge list of detailed resolutions at the end of 2002, and the one I still remember I did actually keep. I didn't really make one this time, which I didn't realise until just now.
Did anyone close to you give birth?
Nope.
Did anyone close to you die?
Nope.
What places did you visit?
Canberra (the glory!) and Woodford (the wonder!).
What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003?
Friends would be nice.
What date from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory?
The only date that immediately comes to mind is July 17. That's when I got my crappy job. Yay.
What was your biggest achievement of the year?
The STAT results? Reading like sixty books? Not dying?
What was your biggest failure?
I am my own biggest failure. Also... not finishing Emma before the end of the year.
Did you suffer illness or injury?
The week before Christmas I was as sick as a dog with rabies... only without the rabies, of course.
What was the best thing you bought?
The Robin Black album. That is most definitely my most prized possesion.
Whose behavior merited celebration?
Holly, you are nicer to me than anyone else I will ever meet.
Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Not so much appalled, but very depressed... You know who you are.
Where did most of your money go?
CDs! I think I may have spent about three thousand dollars or so on them this year.
What did you get really, really, really excited about?
The first three things that come to mind:
1. I find out that Placebo is coming to Australia, and that I can actually see them.
2. My Robin Black CD arrives in the mail (seriously, dancing around the house!)
3. Jaded is released as a single in Australia.
What song[s] will always remind you of 2003?
Without question, On My Own, The Used; My Life In The Knife Trade, Boy Sets Fire; and An Attempt To Tip The Scales, Bright Eyes.
What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Friends? Something like that?
How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003?
Try-hard punk/gothic idiot/hippie/historic England fool. With black nailpolish.
Compared to this time last year, are you
i. happier or sadder? This exact time? Happier.
ii. thinner or fatter? Shamefully, probably fatter.
iii. richer or poorer? RICHER!
What do you wish you'd done more of?
Writing of music, songs, stories, anything.
What do you wish you'd done less of?
Crying when people are around.
How have you be spending the holidays?
Working and remembering what it was like when I didn't have to work. And there was Woodford, of course.
How did you spend New Years?
With people I care about, at a campsite, drinking DC and missing you.
Did you fall in love in 2003?
I never fell out of it. Richey... And there was something else, but I don't care to share. It's not like I had some secret someone, but... you know.
How many one night stands?
Depends on your definition. None, really.
What was your favorite TV program?
Queer As Folk, Whose Line until we lost our cable, The Simpsons, Jackass!
Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
I hate everyone at work, and I didn't last year. Of course, I didn't know them then.
Do you like anyone now that you hated this time last year?
Nope.
What was the best book you read?
The Madolescents! My favourite book ever, and the only book that I read twice last year.
What was your greatest musical discovery?
Bright Eyes and Mest.
What did you want and get?
To see Placebo
What did you want and not get?
To be loved again.
What was your favorite film of this year?
The Pirate Movie! Mm... Johnny...
What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?
I turned eighteen, and the ear piercing story has been told too many time already.
What kept you sane?
Thoughts of Richey and my music, as always.
Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
There were a few. Richey was first and foremost, of course. But during 2003 I also had a thing for: Billy Martin, Conor Oberst, Benji Madden, Bam Margera, Jess Margera, Tony Lovato, Raab Himself, Ville Valo and some more Bam. As a singular entity Bam was probably my favourite.
What political issue stirred you the most?
Stupid idiot world leaders, die George and Johnny, die.
Who did you miss?
Candice. Lonely as a something.
Who was the best new person you met?
Honestly? No one. I met not a single worthwhile person this year. Wait, unless I count Jason, which I don't.
Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003?
Keep your fucking mouth shut. Never complain to or about people outside of your family. You'll ruin everything. You'll regret it forever.
Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
...the costume can be quite comfortable,
It can make you feel more beautiful
It can even make you feel like someone else...
- We Are Free Men, Bright Eyes
Done, and long as hell! The End.
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