Tuesday, November 27, 2001 02:48 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Shoulda told ya", Nicole Brophy and Jodie Moore
Isn't it sad that when I finally have something interesting to say here I don't have the slightest clue about how I should word it? Because I think it is. I may or may not have been going out with Peter (from school) since Jemma's going away party. Since he's moving to Adelaide on Wednesday, I'm not going to spend time obsessing over it like I do with a lot of things. He did tell me he'd liked me since before this year's sports carnival, though.
Another thing Peter told me was that my singing was good (what can I say, it's what Candice and I do every single day!). Of course, it was probably just out of obligation, bt still. Not everyone would bother. If only someone else thought it was true, then maybe I could go somewhere with it.
Kieran came back from schoolies yesterday, but I haven't heard anything about it yet. But I have heard that Anna has some kind of issue with him at the moment. It could take a bit of research to find out why.
Speaking of Anna, we had the best time at the Sunshine Plaza yesterday. We were meant to be shopping with my Aunty for Christmas presents (I ended up getting two CDs: Black Market Music by Brian and friends, and Beautiful Garbage), and because Kathryn was taking so long we went off by ourselves. After covering ourselves in makeup testers we walked around singing loudly. Then we stood at the bottom of some stairs, each leaning on a banister while singing "The First Noel". It was fun, to say the least.
I was looking around fanfiction.net for something either interesting or amusing. You know, I never knew there was so much fanfic about Hanson. It's interesting what some people will write about. I even found five about Charlotte Church, that girl who sings choir-type songs, and that's really sad.
I haven't posted a picture for awhile, and this page is really boring. So here's one that I found tonight.
I still think he's the loveliest boy in the land. It's a bit distorted (probably). There's a perfectly logical explanation which I'll be keeping to myself.
It's nearly time to archive again. Damn. The End.
Sunday, November 25, 2001 11:05 a.m.
Currently listening to: "Break my stride", Unique 2
I just realised two things. The first is that today there is exactly one month until Christmas. The second is that I will probably never see the inside of the O'Sullivan's house again. They're moving out tomorrow. It kinda makes me want to try to walk there. But that would just be wrong. Ok, not wrong, but stupid. The end of an era is upon us. Where are we going to party hard now?
Goodbye, you little monkeys. The End.
Saturday, November 24, 2001 04:57 p.m.
Currently listening to:
"My Father's Piano", Kristina Olsen.
I'm done. I can't make myself care. What I do care about, though, is that a few hours after I saw "Taste in Men" I saw "Every you, every me"! Yay, yay, yay. He's so lovely...
In a few hours I'm going to a surprise going away party for Jemma. I'm going to dress up like a freak just for the hell of it. I hope everyone looks at me strangely, I love when people do that.
The next person that tells me that Brian looks like a girl will be fucking carved up. And I'll bury pieces of them at the sixteen million corners of the world. The End.
Friday, November 23, 2001 08:00 a.m.
Currently listening to: "Out of Reach", Gabrielle
Auuuuugh! *drops dead with ever so much happyness*. I was watching Pokemon on the Cartoon Network last night. I switched to Channel V in one of the ad breaks, and what should start the second I switch over? "Every you, every me"! And I got nearly all of it, too. Is it just me or can today not get any better? The End.
Thursday, November 22, 2001 08:58 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Superman", Five for Fighting
Oh. My. God. I was watching Channel V two hours ago (the Music Bus program), and what should come on but "Taste in Men"! Placebo fun, ready for me to tape! I didn't get the first half on tape, but who cares. I still have more Brian on video. When that announcer guy said next up Placebo, I couldn't quite believe it. I'm floating here, he's sooo beautiful.
Watch me die with happyness. The End.
Thursday, November 22, 2001 04:14 p.m.
One exam to go! One day to go! Party time starts at this stop tomorrow! Sure, I'm going to fail everything, but who cares. I'm nearly free!
I had a great day of non-exams yesterday. I woke up at 11, then spent the next four hours on the internet looking for fun. Not naughty fun, just regular fun. The best thing I came across was fanfiction.net. It's a fantastic place, where everone can get all the fanfiction they like on the internet, and they can also write a comment on anyone elses that they want to. I posted the first three (of 140 so far) pages of "Road Trip", and also the one I wrote about Spike being bored because I was. Go here for my personal page of ficcy fun. And ignore the pen name I chose, please. Just be happy for me, because I got four reviews.
I finally know the truth about what it means to be a spoiler whore. The End.
Tuesday, November 20, 2001 09:01 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Burger Queen", Placebo
I want to die. My parents will kill me anyway when I get my report card for this semester. Is there any nice way to say that I fucked up my Chemistry exam in a very bad way? If there is, I'm sorry about my unnice wording. Is unnice even a word? Looks like I'll be failing English then as well. At least I have no exams tomorrow, so I can lie around doing nothing all day, and then spend all night telling mum how much I've been studying.
I finally paid some attention to my funtastic Without You I'm Nothing. "Burger Queen" (track 12 if you must know) is the best song I've heard since I heard "Drive me home" for the first time two weeks ago. It's beautiful, especially because it's Brian singing about himself... I think. It sounds like it, anyway.
Kieran left for schoolies today. How much does everyone want to bet that he'll be drunk off his arse for the next five days? Twenty bucks right here, man. God, the way I'm talking/writing (more writing) is so ghetto at the moment. It's probably because I'm trying to compensate for the fact that I've lost my voice and haven't been able to say anything for the last two days. So instead of being able to slip all of my little personalised slang words into a converstion I have to write them here where people can re-read everything to check if it makes sense. I'm sorry, but most of the things I say really don't (make sense, that is).
I really should go and study. Please kill me now. Shoot me in the head, in the temple so that there's no chance that I could survive. All I have to keep me going is thoughts of my Summer project. That's right everybody, I'm going to make a real website. A website that has more than one page. I'd like to thank everyone in the whole world who has a website of their own for inspiring me.
Viva la poolhouse! The End.
Monday, November 19, 2001 05:10 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Every me, every you", Placebo
I have no more lessons for the rest of the year. I just want to dance with joy, except that I have four days of exams starting tomorrow, so I'll just sigh contentedly instead. But in four days I'll be free! FREE! For nine whole weeks. That's the best part about everything in the entire world.
If you like slash and fanfic where two members of Placebo are actually superheroes protecting gay people everywhere, then you want to go here to read this work-in-progress. The story is broken up in posts on a mesage board with comments in between, so don't get confused or anything. I just thought that it was funny as hell when I read it.
I'd also like anyone who has time to go to Bonanza. This is Chibi Team Rocket's art site, who originally inspired me to start drawing two years ago. She's the ultimate teenage anime artist. The Team Rocket art page is down (I'm not sure why) but you can still go and see her other work. Please go!
I got my Placebo CD today! Allelujah! The End.
Sunday, November 18, 2001 10:46 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Butterfly", Weezer
Hello my lovelies. I've had a horrible, study-filled day today. And as I told Kieran on MSN a few hours ago, the thought of the next week makes me want to kill myself. I do have some good news, though. I've decided that it's nearly time for a new layout here. By the time the first of December arrives there should be a very festive look going on.
I think there's a storm coming. It's not raining at all, but there's been a lot of thunder and lightning around for the last ten minutes. Yay. I love storms. You know what else I love? Lots of things. Wait, the rain just started. Oh, how exciting.
I don't know what kind of theme I'm going to use for this when I change it yet. Any suggestions can go to the usual place.
Miles from Nowhere were fantastic last night. Jeffrey's hair is a little... different from the last time we saw them, but I like him better now, although mum does keep saying that he's gay. I hope he's not. He's too lovely for that. I was talking to Kieran about that last night as well, actually. He said that he thought he had caught Candice looking at him a few times. Just letting everyone (yeah right) know. I don't know if it actually happened, though, Kieran might just be very up himself.
That paragraph I just wrote is very badly written. The End.
Saturday, November 17, 2001 05:19 p.m.
Currently listening to: "Lucky", Bif Naked
I've decided to include the 'Currently listening to:' thing every time I blog now. Because I feel like it. So there. The End.
Saturday, November 17, 2001 12:13 a.m.
Currently listening to: "After Today", from the first Goofy Movie.
OMFG, I just read a fic about Brian, Stefan and Steven of Placebo, Darren and Daniel of Savage Garden and Daniel of Silver Chair playing truth or dare. Ah, so funny.
Friday, November 16, 2001 11:29 p.m.
I've been searching the net for Placebo fan fiction again, and it's a little surpirising how little there is. However I did come across this one about them touring with Eminem. You probably don't want to read this one, either. I found it at a very unusual site, which also featured a fic about Brian being put in an crazy house and hooking up with a necrophiliac. That one was... less enjoyable. I was barely able to finish it.
I just found another fic. In this one Brian is a psychopathic serial killer, so if you don't want to read about lots of murders don't go here. It's disgusting. At least I didn't write it.
Let's all bask in the warm, reflective glow of my craziness. The End.
Friday, November 16, 2001 03:53 p.m.
Our original Year Twelves are gone. But I'll learn to live with it. The scary thing is that this afternoon two of the guys who had just graduated rolled their car because one of them fell asleep while driving. And although neither of them is severely damaged, that could happen to any of them again, actually really hurting them, and we'd never know. That's scary.
Yay for Miles from Nowhere tomorrow. I can't wait, but I suppose there's no way that it could be as good as last time. The End.
Thursday, November 15, 2001 09:36 p.m.
The Year Twelve Graduation is tonight. I hope they have happy fun. The lower four grades of the school (which unfortunately includes me) have been practising our singing skills over the last two days in preparation for the see ya later type Liturgy tomorrow. We're terrible. At least it's something they'll never forget, though.
There was some kind of incident involving fire and burning desks at school today. I don't know what happened. I also don't know why Rachel is angry at me about it. It's not my fault someone's religiony presentation went horribly wrong! As I said earlier: That God... So Spiteful.
I was looking for Placebo fan fiction earlier today, because I wanted to find something about all of Brian's serious problems, because he just seems to have so many! (Ok, he never had anorexia or a heroin addiction...I don't think). Because I'm strange like that. Anyway, after talking about how much he and Daniel Johns have in common, mostly to myself, I was quite happy to come across a lovely story starring both of them. It's NC-17! It's slash! It's got Brian and Danny boy! And it's right here! Unfortunately there's no one I know that would actually want to read it (trust me everyone, you don't actually want to go there), and the characterisation isn't that good either (Brian is not gay, he's just controversial!), but I'm just so proud of myself for finding it. Plus the edited picture of Daniel up the top of the page is funny! Well, I think so anyway.
I'm depressed. So is everyone else. Wait, I don't want to be like everyone else! I better pretend that I'm as happy as anyone could ever be. I guess I have reason to be. After all, school is finishing in a week, I've discovered a new special friend, I'm completely, utterly obsessed with another one, I've discovered a great love for music of all types, and I'm going to see Miles from Nowhere at the happy place (also known as the Wyoming Barn) on Saturday. I even wrote a prequel to "Road Trip", which I've been meaning to do for awhile. Of course, tomorrow our lovely Year Twelves are leaving for ever, the O'Sullivans are leaving in a week as well, everyone seems to be pissed off at me, I have no money, everyone looks at me strangely all the time, I'm sick at the moment, and my life is very meaningless. So it's all one big box of happy and sad thoughts. Give me something to think about besides a tiny androgynous pretty boy who smokes al the time and plays guitar (what is it with me and that?) so that I don't look so deranged! Even my old love of television would probably be better than this!
This is much, much too long. Sorry, but I just needed to say it out loud. You know what I mean. Type it out loud, you know that tap-tap-tap noise it makes? Well, anyway... I've decided that there will be no ICQ conversation revealing by me. I don't want to make anyone feel sad. Kieran, you can at least be happy about that. The End.
Monday, November 12, 2001 08:09 p.m.
The countdown has begun! You know, until the holidays. Sure, that's what I'm talking about... Anyway, I was searching through a whole lot of crap at Dad's house, and I found a lot of our varios CD paraphenalia (I love that word!) that had been missing since last year. Included in the stash was the little booklet that came with Anna's 100% Hits 1998 CD. The reason this is so cool is that "Pure Morning" is on that CD, so there's a picture of my boys in the booklet! Yay! And Brian looks so pretty...
See what I mean? Sure he looks kind of feminine, but no more so than James from Team Rocket, and heaps of people love him (James, I mean)! What? Stop looking at me like that!
You know, I thought I was over the Pokeeman shit. I guess I was wrong. The End.
