| this is pretty much how i feel right now,
 1. 2 new jobs 2. a new best friend (EOS 350D) 3. a 7 day sailing adventure to the whitsunday islands 4. my sister moving back to the westside 5. the discovery of vodka lemon lime bitters with cucumber 6. the best weather of the year 7. and sebastian the cat visited us for the first time in weeks. | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment  |
| oh and then another phone call can just crush all your perspective and leave you standing there with a blank peice of paper drowned of all hope... (this is in regards to the photography course which was all happening until they cancelled it!) however on a good note i have a trial at merlot QUT on friday, which is exciting and hopefully lottie the pizza girl will finally be no more and my days at slice will at last be over! | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | coco rosie | | Subject: | well do ya | | Time: | 02:53 pm | | Current Mood: | cheerful |
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| so one little phone call, a few words can change your whole perspective on everything, i feel like this woman put rose coloured tinting on my sunglass, and now i'm walking around all looking pretty peachy. really nothing much changed but thats not the point of this story! also this entry is an ode to my dad, who is the funniest little man that ever walked, and our trips to manly where he taught me how to catch a crab, not that it worked. but i love him all the same. thanks gerald | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment  |
| after all this sitting in hills and vibe-ing, i'm almost sure i have 2006 all figured out. already off to a great start having just discovered kitschkitty.com, a web site filled with ceramic cats,
 ...and its only day 3! heres to this year about indepence and self assurance. heres to more bad dancing and rose flavoured tea. heres to alix olsen and that one guy and gypsy dancing into the newest year yet. | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment  |
| she said 'all romantics meet the same fate someday, cynical and drunk boring some one in some dark cafe you laugh you say your immune, go look at your eyes their full of gloom, you like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you all those pretty lies, when are you going to relise their all just pretty lies.... now note to self, stop drinking wine alone and listening to joni mitchel, get out of tennyson, get out.... theres still hope...
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|  i feel pretty swell at this point,perhaps how i imagine this gentleman to be feeling, which is a really nice change. xxx | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 11:44 am | | Current Mood: | confused |
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| Should i stay or should i go?? aaaahhhh, this is a surely tough decision... | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Drinks on sunday at rics, 6:00. please come its my birthday and then i fly to the uk for 10 days! haven't seen any of you for such a long time!
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| he said i was daft, i said daft? he said yes, i said who? he said you, i said me? he said yes, i said oh...
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| | Current Music: | roots manuva | | Subject: | hammer time! | | Time: | 06:09 pm | | Current Mood: | happy |
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| its my birthday on the 11th, i'll most likely be in town for it, but i'm wondering about the possibility of rallying troops over to straddie for weekend after? its always so hard to organise groups of people, but if anyone would be able to make it, please say i...so i can get an idea whether to maybe organise it...? woo on that note its my birthday! how sad to think that this year it won't be spent rockin out on ecstacy in the st davids rugby club.... oh well. | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment  |
| and i'll lay and wait beneath the covers warm and secure until you arrive skin cooled by a cold nights breath climb in and discomfort me with pleasure | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Just writting from the Island that tastes of cheese and has no subject | comments: Leave a comment  |
| oh, i'm back in brighton, and i love this city, and i wish i could ship all my friends here and live happily ever after. why must the world be so complicated with oceans and borders, etc. never mind, i shall make brisbane my own utopia, i can't wait to have my own bedroom again, and oh my lovely bed, that is mine! and i can have anything i want and it doesn't have to fit in a pissy sized backpack. oh and i can have a kitchen and i can make tea and eat toast in my knickers on the floor, when ever i like! and i can have really loud music, and have my friends over and maybe my own cat. and i can buy clothes that aren't practical, woo hoo! oh boy, i can't wait to be a home. oh dear, that means i have to find a house... | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| ah ha, bring out the pink balloons and streamers, i am returning to the streets of brisbane... i will be flying out of London on the 9th of April and then taking my british pounds to thailand, to lay on the sand and sip tiger beer. probally after a week when i've spent all my cash on fake diesel t shirts and sarongs, i shall fly back into ye old bris vegas! i am scared, very scared. but i am excited to see everyone, but i am scares, what if they don't remember me, modern youth memory is shite, and i am a prime example! this coming home reality was always inevidable from the moment i got on the first plane, but now faced with the actually thought of being spat back out onto say queenstreet, makes me scared. i feel like i'm being re-relesed into society. oooh... | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| oh dear jesus why! why am i such a cliche teenager? why did jemma pull the pin on our fire hydrant? why did i sleep with that stupid boy? and why am i coming home? and can anyone tell me why? | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | here we are in edinburg, the most beautiful city i've seen in britain. And we search the internet for live-in jobs, hoping to find direction. Perhaps in love, we try to form excuses to return to southern england, where we can once again trouble our hearts. The confusion of travelling, detatchment, worries me. as i question what can possibly be most important in this life. when you create yourself the most perfect world and then buy bus tickets away... and in the corner of my eye i watch the clock tick and know that once again i have no time to disappear in words.... 4minutes.... | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| on thursday eve, after competing rather poorly in a pool competiton, we discover that free beer was given out to anyone who went on stage for open mic. so after an attempt at house of the rising sun with a guy on guitar, we remembered how fine the taste of free beer really is. so of course we head toward the micraphone for a second 'set'. now we are talking away like real performers, you know, chatting with the audience, when someone informs us there are vodka shots on the bar for being in the pool comp. well hesitate we don't. however when we come back we discover it was just a ploy and that they have turned the mic off!! ha, like we need a microphone anyway. so onward we go singing bits of random patti smith etc, of course we don't actually know any full songs. we then give up on singing and just break into air-guitar. and we are rolling around on the stage, jemma straddling the microphone stand, me making love to the cord. when some pompous australian tries to inform us the equitment is expensive. basically pissing on our parade! well we didn't get any free beer, but we changed all the signs to say (not so) open mic! the fascists! | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
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