MERRY CHRISTMAS

hope you all have a fantastic christmas and a happy new year!

va va va vintage.

plus, for a while i have followed the truly fantastic and fascinating blog trish hunter finds which involves many, many lovely op shops finds which causes extreme jealousy. but no more as there is now the chance to buy these items at her new shop:



so i do suggest you check it out.

alan ruck, we love you.

its been raining all day, which is nice, really. i can sort of pretend i'm overseas and going to have a, in the slightest, wet christmas.

with my great big cake

tomorrow, my friend and i are seeing the french kissers which is meant to be a summary of current teenage culture. its about a pair of teenagers 'far removed from the cool crowd' ( at this comment in the film review on television, my mother turned to me and said, 'oh you should really see that'. what is she implying?). the films in french. which makes you feel classier and arty seeing it. the film could be some terrible, twee chick flick and you just say i am seeing 'le cheval et le pain' and people would think 'wow, what a cool person'. or maybe not, especially because you're seeing a film called the horse and the bread.

panda. i hate you.

right. the holidays. i actually am not a great fan of holidays, mainly because i need things to do. which is why i have taken up making mix tapes! not really on tapes because that would mean taping over 'bedtime stories for happy children', which are about the only tapes that are officially mine (although this could be perceived as 'cutting edge') . not the ones i've nicked from my parents or brother.

my first tape was for my friend georgia for her birthday, called, 'georgia b's crap cake birthday mix tape'. in year 9 when we were part of the floorball team (this is an actual sport, seriously) we decided to woo our fellow team mates who were all men by the way foretold in all movies, through the stomach. unfortunately we were unable to actually produce cakes that were aesthetically pleasing, a result of icing them white with rainbow sprinkles and then letting them melt. looking rather like a rainbow had vomitted. our woo-ees (?) describing them as 'grunt, grunt, they look like crap ... but taste good'. so there we go, long story to the title, but here's the track listing.

what's a girl to do? - bat for lashes
victoria (cover)- the kooks
closer- travis
punks- i heart hiroshima
stevie- lisa mitchell
1901- phoenix
angela- jarvis cocker
sheena is a punk rocker (cover)- yeah yeah yeahs
realer pretender- prinzhorn dance school
knotty pine- david byrne and the dirty projectors
rocky raccoon (cover)- johnny flynn
i feel it all- feist
johnny appleseed- joe strummer and the mescaleros
make up your mind- yves klein blue
black wax- dananananaykroyd
wayside- canvas kites
awkward orchid orchard- the boat people
first to know- mystery jets
electric feel- mgmt
skeleton song- kate nash (this is basically our song)
girls and boys in love- rumble strips
arcade precinct- 1990s
i'm alive- vincent vincent and the villains
jackie wilson said (i'm in heaven when you smile)- van morrisson

to then produce the second mix tape for my friend gypsy, 'owls are better than panda imports'. why? because currently in adelaide nearly every time you turn on the tv they're going on about these blooming panda's they've imported from china, for what reason? the well being of the pandas? what? they obviously don't care about the well being of the panda because they've named them wang wang and funi.

tomblands- the libertines
hot kisses, cold tiles- fergus brown ('you look like a panda that hasn't had a meal for a year)
fonz- eugene mcguiness
cheerleader- grizzly bear
straight to hell (cover)- lily allen feat. mick jones
keys to your heart- the 101'ers
boys don't cry- the cure
ask- the smiths
hurt me- the jezabels
veiled in grey- mystery jets
going missing- maximo park
chattering face (when the hammock hits quartz)- denim owl
on/off- snow patrol
fever- takka takka
oh yeah- roxy music
dans un camion- dominque a.
you can do better than me- death cab for cuties
yankee dayonet (i will be home soon)- the decemberists
el caporal- my morning jacket
i can't wait- the sundays
tubthumping (cover)- angus and julia stone
2000 miles- the pretenders (thought i'd throw in a christmas song)


well there you go. i now officially have nothing to do. maybe i'll go listen to some of my bedtime stories for happy children tapes. bit of nostalgia, always good.

nothing happens in my town

well, he didn't exactly split as i think the stage sort of prohibited that, but he did do a sort of leap. BUT. the concert was utterly amazing. paul smith wore this powder blue suit (as noted, above), that on a forty degree day, caused him to strip off at the end of 'apply some pressure', 'i hope that i live to see you undress' to the delight of the many female audience members. the entire time he wiggled, thrust his hips and jumped around all while keeping a beautiful tune. and they covered the go-betweens 'was there anything i could do'?. absolutely amazing.

plus, the support band, who told very lovely jokes (for example, a grasshopper walks into a bar, the barman says, 'we have a drink named after you', the grasshopper say, 'what kevin?', 'no grasshopper' so the grasshopper says, 'but i'm a horse', so the barman says, 'why the long face'. well, i liked them) and were all round lovely were denim owl. who i highly suggest checking out. half way through their set they asked where to get a good coffee and this one really clever man shouted 'SNOW TOWN'. which if you know anything about adelaide, is the place where they stuffed around ten bodies in barrels. classy adelaide.

thanks for coming back

i am seeing these lovely men tomorrow night. i do hope paul smith does that mid air split that i keep raving about.



once exams are over i shall return to post things that virtually mean nothing. perhaps, hopefully, i shall be examining the mid air split of paul smith in full detail, to his hat down to his white lace ups.

Hilary ink..pen is my daughter!

i have been awarded a blog award, thank you soren lorensen, very, very much.

in other completely unrelated news i am achieving my daily fill of murder through the old midsomer murders. four in this episode alone. much better than the new ones where you may get two if you're lucky. its a bit like the new cluedo, where no murder exists and its just a bit of stolen jewelry and perhaps professor plum gets a bashing in the corridor. now where's the fun in that?

don't trust the gardener hilary!

don't tell anyone!

last day of the holidays and to reflect on the past two weeks i have not done much. my plans of major house cleaning, gardening and other things that don't sound that exciting (which may explain why they remain as they were) have not been completed and instead, i seem to have spent the last two weeks planning these amazing things that will occur in 6 years time. well done you!

although, i have seemed to have given myself a very cuttingly swish haircut that rather slightly resembles the mullet , the mullet i gave myself right in time for my year 8 class photos. my plan was to have a bob in the front with long at the back, but not too obviousl, and then be able to put my hair up and boom! a bob! who'd know? upon telling my brother this he stated 'nah, mullets are usually more neat'. so there we go.

for all you know, this could be me.

its not near

i went and saw 'up' today in 3d, it was utterly fantastic if not a bit of a tear jerker, but i contained myself in the presence of friends. unlike in ice age where i wept, like a...french football player? is that what they say? having never properly been to a 3d movie i screeched when the things came at you, which i guess is the point, but yes, it scared me. and just then i caught a mosquito and it fell down my sleeve which is rather unfortunate. on a related topic, today when i changed out of my dress into my cat pyjama pants, a bug flew out of my dress. i wonder how long it stayed there for or if it just flew in and out in that brief time. if it had sat there watching the movie with me. ohh the questions, the questions. yes, i thought that was interesting, perhaps not.

hope you had a very, very fine weekend

just say yes

i don't quite know what to think about the new snow patrol song. i have remained an utterly loyal fan, but i don't know about this one. i'm listening now and i like it, but not as much as say, disaster button or open your eyes. i probably sound like a complete berk, really. hm. i don't like change, i guess, but i do, so that's no excuse, dammit! actually i like it more now. i guess i'm getting used to it. i used to disgust tea and everything that was associated with it but now i drink about six cups a day and have withdrawal symptoms unless. hopefully this won't be quite the same, mind.

today i dressed my friends as clowns and bought a stevie nicks hat for four dollars but then accidentally fed someone chocolate which i probably shouldn't have, so, yes, but otherwise a pretty good day.

WHAT'S A FAMILY CAR DOING IN A PLACE LIKE THIS!

i'm off to go watch the creepy david bowie clown attack poor drake before gene genie comes in to give mouth to mouth and before drake starts ranting. the clown gives me nightmares but not so much as bowie in labriynth in his tight tights. thats probably the scariest thing of my youth. its starting! ono!

hail!

It was hailing out here, these little ice bullets that were very painful on the feet. Its finished now, but the sky its lavender so I'm expecting a bit more later. I don't mind, they taste quite good, pure water as Judi says. Of course, the family went outside with a colander and caught as many as possible for further meals.

plus, see this here, young fellow.

ophelia

in winter, very cold, very stupid

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i have a typewrite, hence, i don't really write here that much. well, not that anyone has particularly noticed. besides my father, hello there, but you have probably given up by now too.

'drown in the music and be saved'

this was nice, a nice quote. i thought i'd post it.

redhead

Despite what Morrissey would say

My brothers schnitzel:

ZOMG ITS AUSTRALIA

Yes, these things do amuse us.

because it tells you everything about everything and that's all I want to know.

Its good to be back. It warm, I guess if it was hailing, pouring down I wouldn't be saying such, but its warm and sunny, if not a tiny bit windy. Every plant down the street is blooming, I guess they're also a bit sick of the cold and hope this could be the start of spring. This sun is probably a brief break before the cold kicks in. A few years back it snowed in August, can you imagine?

I'm reading 'Angela's Ashes' at the moment and Frank McCourt has passed, away recently. Its a bit upsetting really, to be reading his life story and now know the end, the complete end.

Well, I'm off to go collect the mail from the week. Have a very, very lovely week.

Just give me some candy after my hug

I don't really like the heat. It gets to you, after a while. The cold is bitter, but at least you know it'll pass.

I'm back in Singapore to get the last of my stuff. I own a lot of crap. I have this massive box entitled 'MEMORIES' and its scribbles on pieces of paper, chocolate wrappers and ticket stubs. I know theres that romance of keeping the items, but do you actually need them? Probably not but I think I'll just keep them anyway. What do they say? If you don't have memories, what do you have? Do they say that? I don't know, but that's quite nice and quite true.

Teenage Kicks

Whats more sad than watching Dynasty? Watching a movie based on the making of Dynasty, which is exactly what I did yesterday. I'm hoping I patched it up by watching an almost too art house film, ''Alice' by European director, Jan Švankmaje dated 1987. Usually I enjoy art house movies (my brother says its the sense of superiority I feel at its conclusion. Better than 'Dead at Breakfast' though) but this was a bit too...odd? The rabbit kept seeping sand, and then eating it again. Not before it dived into a drawer containing geometry materials followed closely by Alice, portraying a close up of Alice's hand after being pricked by a compass. You know those art house shots? Hand. Blood. Pause. Deathly silence. Hand. Blood. Gasp. Da da dannnn...TENSION. Though,I guess it did remain true to Lewis Carroll's novel. Its a very terrifying tale when you really think about it. I reckon anyway.

Other than that, I am waiting for my first zine (wow, I sound like an indie loser), YOU, to be delivered. I'm pretty excited. I recently received a postcard in the mail from my awesome friend, Jess, in Berlin and it was fantastic, dance worthy, to actually have something addressed to you. Makes you feel pretty important. Despite it saying to 'Bazzy'- my bogan name- I was over the moon. Even letters from the bank saying I have received five cents in interest (WAHAY!) make me feel important. Hopefully this sad little obsession with mail will change when I start to receive actual bills, or eviction notices, something along those lines, yay for getting old.

Pretend you never went to school

Well, the Hottest 100 of all time, hosted on Triple J has officially started and I am preeeeeetttyy excited! Bon Iver- Skinny Love, Take Me Out- Franz Ferdinand, Common People- Pulp, No Woman No Cry- Bob Marley and the Wailers and Wolf and Me- TV on the Radio have already featured so I'm looking forward to the next 80.

My shortlist was so:
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
David Bowie - Heroes
The Clash - Straight To Hell
The Smiths - What Difference Does It Make?
The Cure - Boys Don't Cry
Pulp - Do You Remember The First Time?
The Go-Betweens - Finding You
The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony
Snow Patrol - Same
The Jam - That's Entertainment

I'm hoping that my 'Love will Tear Us Apart' will make number one, but I wouldn't mind where it gets. Pulp has already featured, so I'm pretty happy. Hoping for a few Clash, Cure and Smiths song and hopefully one Bowie. I don't think Snow Patrol will feature but due to my loyalty, and love of their work, voted for a pretty odd favorite. off Final Straw 'That's Entertainment' should make it, but I don't think it will, the same with The Go-Betweens, despite their amazingness. The Verve's song is practically an anthem, so I'd be surprised if it doesn't feature but who knows. A few heavy metal songs, or metal I guess, are featuring but its good to feature everyones different tastes.

Looking over other peoples choices I feel like I've left out so many good bands, The Beatles, for one, who forgets the classics?! 'Come Together' has already featured and I'm expecting a lot more. I forget a lot of favorites stupidly, Echo and the Bunnymen, Crowded House (I think i shortlisted 'World Where you Live' but chose over it), Dire Straits ('Romeo and Juliet'),.Otis Redding ('Try a Little Tenderness') and Coldplay. 'Yellow' has already made the list and it was quite beautiful so stare at my roof whilst it played on the radio. I'm hoping 'Shiver' will get in, I love that song, despite Chris Martin calling it 'constructed', or something like that. Roxy Music! Argh! The Pogues! And what about 'Dancing in the Dark', cor!

'Cigarettes Will Kill You' by Ben Lee (first album the best album in this case) will hopefully get it as well as 'Brick' by Ben Folds Five, both classics to me. Plus The Killers! Whoops! I'm guessing...'Mr Brightside'? I hope for 'Jenny was a Friend of Mine', favorite song. Urgh! Forget that? 'Never Tear Us Apart' - INXS, classic, not forgetting my love of Badly Drawn Boy, Madness -'Our House', New Order-'Temptation', Nina Simone- 'Sinner Man', Aretha Franklin- 'You'll lose a good thing', or the obvious, 'R.E.S.P.E.C.T', The Pretenders, THE POLICE! Oh gosh! There's so many! But of course, I guess after so many, many, mannnny years of music there would have to be over a million songs and over a thousand artists! Well, I look forward to the rest of the countdown and by posting this I HAVE PROOF if one of my shortlisted songs actually get in. Please, please, please! But looking over all that I could've chosen, I probably would've gone insane. Oh and Elbow!

Well, music rant over. I'm just going to go hold myself in the corner now, thanks.

I have a couple of really cool guys in the back of my car

Waiting for Flight of the Conchords to come on. Five minute post!!

It was 0 degrees this morning and everything was covered in dew with the red brick path outside practically like them Swedish ice board hotel things...practically like ice, basically (cha ching! Surprise ice!). I probably should have worn shoes but I never let logic get in the way of excruciating pain so there you go. Like the other day. Hm..this water is set to boil instead of waiting for bubbles or steam, I'll use my hands! Of course!

Well, that was about it really. I remember actually having something of substance to say but I forget. I think I'm going senile or something, is that even possible? I keep forgetting things, leaving my tea out for the whole day- then saying 'oh wow! A made tea! All for me!'Do do doo'- falling over things and generally stopping mid-way through conversation, confused. Do you know how confusing advertisments are today? Like that 'Lab tested' toliet paper ad, how are people supposed to get that? What if people thought that the Lab was in fact, a Retreiver. Then the whole ad wouldn't work! It just makes the kid look like an idiot because he needs a dog to get his toliet paper! Argh! My brother said that was blindingly obvious, Lab, Lab tested, Lab= dog, but I disagree. And that ad for crumpets? What is wrong with that thing? It looks constipated and creepy, and just plain evil. I wouldn't want that bread product near my kid. Maybe its just me. But isn't that a bit more sad?

Oh right, this was it:

FOTC!! Oh damn, they're making fun of Australians.

And this bands pretty cool.

Look here junior, don't you be so happy

I'm reviewing my list of borrowed and reserved items from the library. Have come to the conclusion: need to get a life.

Today was a nice, cold yet fresh day..and I went to the library again. (NEED LIFE) I love that place but because I live in a small, little town you find that every time you go you see someone relatively known to you. Either you avoid these people, hiding in the 'Teen Non-fiction' because no one goes there -books containing titles such as: 'You're growing body' with seemingly cool blurbs that will lure us teens in- 'boys? Ew gross! But as time continues you will find hormones...what? Hormones? Well, as your body grows....' seriously. No one cares.This is why no one is ever in the back of the library. Or else they come up, tackle you with a hug, bringing you to the ground in deep emotions. Either way, obviously its not just me who spends all their waking hours in the library.

I once read (or maybe it was a Dilbert comic...who knows?) that knowledge was power, and that people that read books, gaining knowledge were corrupt. Well, thankfully I just borrow comics. Phew!

Today my brother found this fine gem of a DVD, to borrow:



The deers are afraid! My god! She must be awful!

At this moment in time we have this old black and white photograph of our relative riding a cow from about the 1930's mounted on our wall. She looks very happy. It must have been all the rage back then. The cow don't look too happy though. Well, heres little me from ages ago on a yak. It must run in the family.

I look pretty happy too.

I'll leave you on that.

DANANANANAAAAAAYKROYD!!!!

Dananananaykroyd', how cool is that name? Just listen to them to say their name, casually into conversation, if possible...'oh this? Oh (hahaha..highly superior laugh) this is Dananananaykroyd...you don't know them? Really?' Its meant to be a take on the Batman theme and that Blues Brother, Dan Aykroyd. You know? DANANANANAAAAAAYKROYD!!!!

And I think about leaving the house

Here's a few slides of my recent body of work, well a tad bit more than a few but there you go:

I just realised how 'Pretty in Pink' this looks, besides the girl not quite achieving Molly Ringwald, still, nice.

Its about existence and identity and was mainly fueled by the bits and bobs picked up on the walk to the bus and some free books found in the trash.

May your shade be sweet

Doesn't change

Here's a wrap up of my May and June in photographs.

Horse. Duh.

The following photos are from a recreation funeral thanks to the Victoriana society.There was a full procession, in Victorian dress, horses and carriage. It was stunning actually.

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Don't try it. It literally is seven hours, Neil wasn't lying. Plus, in our family every time lentil is mentioned, its mandotory to say 'heavy, heavy', which sort of puts you off after a while.

Two posts in one day, daring stuff, I would try a third but thats kind of sad. Instead I'll resort to drafting it on a note pad or staring at the computer screen thinking of possibilities. Oh the possibilities. I also suggest you all see 'Sunshine Cleaning'. Great, great, great yet very emotional. I ate a bar of chocolate due to the enormous tragedy of it, and because it was chocolate. Unfortunately this lead to me leaving the theatre with chocolate all over my face. And I mean all over. Everywhere, on my hands, arms, nose. This may explain why I saw it by myself. Hmm.....