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[june the 30th (12:53am)] |
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Last night I went out to dinner with girls for tapas, which was mediocre and expensive, and churros which were delicious and sugary. Then coffee but with a mini street sweeper heading towards us and the guy packing up the tables around us, giving desperate looks (I'm pretty sure he wanted to go home), we called it a night.
I've also discovered that my love of religious iconography really pays off. I've been wearing a couple of Saint medallions lately and old people are suddenly so kind to me. Even the nutjob at the op shop is slightly more friendly. She gave me a tissue yesterday because I kept sneezing. It's like magic. Perhaps I'm imagining things or the baby Jesus is making me more positive? Being a fake Catholic works! Maybe I'll throw a crucifix into the mix? I have a lovely gold one that used to be my Mum's (before I stole it)...although I don't particularly want old people foaming at the mouth and blessing me, I attract religious crazies enough as it is.
Everybody seems to make an "In My Bag" post at some point, I turned my bag out after my anxiety workshop on Monday. I carry a clutch as a wallet to fit more stuff, I love stuff. I also carry a plastic bag with me everywhere I go, because it's a safeeety behaviour. Whatever.
( other bits and pieces )
I was quite shocked to see that Ruslana Korshunova commited suicide, she was only 20 but had moved to NYC on her own at 14. I can't even imagine how lonely that would be.
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| Oh kale no |
[june the 21st (5:53pm)] |
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You know those things that you love, not because they appeal to you aesthetically, but because there is sentiment and thought behind it? That's how I feel about my cow shaped tea pot. My Dad remembered that I liked cow print when I was younger (in 1997) and bought this back from NZ for me a few months back. I smile when I see it because it's thoughtful and caring, if I'm angry at him I look at it and I calm down. My taste as a 12 year old and a 23 year old are very different but it still makes me pretty happy.
Today was market day in Crows Nest. I'm going to a housewarming tonight (yes, friends of mine are BUYING HOUSES!!!!) and I couldn't walk past the flower stand. I got some jonquils and a bunch of kale for the housewarming, which are decorative cabbages! They're so bizarre and pretty and funny and edible too. I don't dare nibble on them though, who wants to recieve a half eaten bunch of flowers?
( possibly delicious flowers? )
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| Bad bad sleep, evil evil dictators |
[june the 19th (12:17am)] |
Every night before bed I've been reading about a different evil dictator as part of my attempt to get through the growing tower of books I have but haven't read.
Every night I dream about being savaged and stabbed and shot. It's not like it's a nightmare either, it's all interwoven with the usual weird dream stuff, my cat gets bitten by an brown snake and then the trees are racks of second hand clothes and I'm armed only with a red staple gun and then I get shot in the head and it's like a wave of white and I'm still alive.
I was listening to some stupid radio show before where the woman said that dreams are a way of working through the past 1 to 2 days of experiences and that if you didn't dream for 2 days (they've done studies in sleep centres) you become socially and psychologically deficient. Since I'm already both of those things, can I please stop dreaming?
Also, I've been reading about African dictators which I really wish we had studied in school. Idi Amin made prisoners eat parts of themselves until they died and was obsessed with Scotland (the movie The Last King Of Scotland is about him) and he was on a large amount of anti-psychotics and had syphilis, Jean-Bidel Bokassa was rumored to have served human flesh to his guests when he appointed himself Emperor and was obsessed with France and Napoleon. And I, honestly, should not read about such things before I sleep.
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| It Could Be Worse |
[june the 13th (9:41pm)] |
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I haven't been feeling well lately, or sleeping well.
My bed had been making some very odd noises for a few months, kind of grinding, worried noises and there had been little flickers of wood all over the floor. It's a poorly put together Ikea bed and it eventually gave up the game, half of the bottom fell out and scared the living daylights out of my cat. And I got a bruised arm but I love bruises. Tough kids get bruises.
So I've disassembled the bed and am sleeping on the floor, minus the bed my room is cavernous, it echos when I talk in there.
Yes, I have the sailor dress that every man and his dog owns. As well as demon eyes and a grumpy face. I wish I have about 45 more strands of pearls.
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| Sparkle Sparkle |
[may the 31st (6:51pm)] |
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Today I took a bundle of clothes to St Vinnies, and then found that the hoarder had bought in a bunch of stuff (there's a hoarder who regularly donates massive amounts of items with tags still on them, the op shoppers best friend is a hoarder!) and their racks were full of vintage nightgowns which I sort of collect. Huh, maybe I'm a hoarder and I just don't know it?
I was in the discount shop (buying plastic horses....) and there was a woman with her young kids, a little boy who decided he wanted a toy and she said yes. He picked up a big plastic gun and she said "No guns, you have enough guns at home". Then it became "Guns are not toys" (um, yes they are, you've bought him toy guns before remember?) at which point the kid screeched at her "Shut up! Get me the gun! Get me the gun! You're going to get me the gun!!!". Wow. I would have never ever dared to tell my Mum to shut up. Also I never would have TOLD my Mum what she was going to do for me. But at the same time I suppose children mimic the way their parents speak and if a parent says "Get the plastic horses" then the kid is going to say "Get me the gun".
I always wonder how much toy guns has to do with kids motor skills, aiming at things and hitting them is really fun. Perhaps there should be more toy archery sets?
Bought a really great magazine, I love magazines that are like photography books and there aren't many ads. It's called Karen magazine and has the most sparse, fantastic cover! Here are some terrible photos I took of the beautiful photos in the magazine....gotta get my scanner up and running again.
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| Tricky tricky tricky |
[may the 29th (9:40pm)] |
My life currently involves:
→ A mysterious collection of bites on my back that are possibly linked to a spider on my balcony. It has slowly woven a web all over the railing and I always stand in the same place when I smoke and have been carelessly ashing onto the web. One night I saw the spider picking up the pieces of ash with it's front pincers and dropping them on the ground. I fear that I have incurred it's wrath for destroying it's home. The bites/rash/whatever it is feels like my skin is burning. Ouch. Exciting.
→ I've been going to an anxiety workshop (ie. class for crazy people) at the local community centre where they do yoga for seniors on Sunday mornings. Classy. I've only been twice and there's this vibe that everybody is only just keeping things together. I'm more interested in why everybody else is there. The psych that's running the classes has this habit where she glances at me when something is relevant to my specific anxiety issue, and she gives other people in the class similar looks with other examples. It's a fun distraction.
→ Plus new phone with blue-tooth and expandable memory (a first for me, and it makes my MP3 player almost completely useless), had a large amount of my hair chopped off, birdcage to hold....birds, George Orwell finger puppet (currently reading George Orwell's "Why I Write" which is the world's hugest wank. But I love his crankiness and self importance).
Also, An Engineer's Guide to Cats ie. somebody's watched too many Wes Anderson movies. But that's okay, cats!
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| Jack Frost |
[may the 25th (1:38am)] |
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Making gifs and freezing to death.
Typical winter.
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| 3 May 1953 |
[may the 3rd (8:57pm)] |
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I was bit super psyched to find a hefty little envelope in my letter box last week. It took me a while to figure out what it was (because I like to imagine what could be in the envelope before I open things).
It turned out to be 10 Moo minicards that was part of a free offer with my flickr pro subscription. I usually assume that free offers are tricks, that they promise you something and the months go by and nothing ever shows up (I clearly lack the optimism gene. Apparently optimistic people are luckier which explains why I never win ANYTHING!). I love free things.
So I punched a hole in one of them and it has replaced my mini teacups as my keyring. Exciting stuff.
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Today was my Dad's birthday, he got a birthday card from my Grandparents (my Mum's parents) and for the first time since my parents divorced the card wasn't signed "Ma and Pa" but had their real names. My Nana's name is Dorothy and I found it incredibly amusing that she signed the card "Roth" which is apparently what she's always gone by. Like Tim Roth. Cool.
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| Strange days... |
[april the 30th (6:21pm)] |
The news headlines today.....
-Person lives with dead woman on couch
-Jimi Hendrix in sex video scandal
-Topless cab drivers shut down Melbourne CBD
-Father of LSD takes final trip
-Stab attack at Grand Theft Auto launch
So we've got people bunking with skeletons, skeletons with past indiscretions, topless cabbies, dead drug creators and homicidal nerds. And then the whole Austrian incestuous dungeon family conundrum. I don't remember a day when the news headlines have been quite this weird.
Yesterday I caught the train for the first time in a month (a big deal, I think of trains as coffins on wheels, they scare me terribly) and was immediately approached by a nutty religious zealot. I seem to attract religious types, I must have 'sinner' stamped on my forehead or something. After much discussion she said she would pray for my Dad's soul since he's an atheist and that I can still be saved because I'm agnostic and went on her merry way. Great.
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| DiG! |
[april the 30th (12:12am)] |
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106 mins long^
I finally found DiG! online. It's my favourite documentary (for the past 6 months or so). It's about The Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Dandy Warhols, and sort of focuses on Anton from BJM and his insane, druggy antics. I'm surprised he's still alive, to be honest. I mean, he gets in huge fist fights with his band on stage, he has a God complex and does a lot of heroin. Oh, and at one point he sends The Dandy Warhols shot gun cartridges with their name's written on them.
My favourite part is after a fight with his band....
"He fucking broke my sitar, motherfucker."
"Are you okay, man?"
"Yeah. I'm okay."
"Did you get hurt? Is that blood on you?"
"Yeah."
"From where?"
"People's faces."
Gold. Seriously, gold!
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