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[21 Aug 2007|06:44pm] |
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the past few days have been a blur, filled with all things bright and beautiful - to put it, uh, poetically. but i'd rather speak in a day to day context, so in other words - i'm really quite happy! everything is so... NICE. and, from here on, everything can only get BETTER!
the only thing gnawing away at my jubilant joy is the empty wallet and the dread of returning to everyday school life tomorrow morning. i'm REALLY over it! but instead of complaining i am going to DO something about it. aka - GET A SWEET JOB and ENJOY MY LAST SIX WEEKS OF HIGH SCHOOL!
today in chinatown darling daniel and the bianca's took me for my first YUM CHA experience!
it was amazing. the tiny tea cups and the quaint yet tasty food-sorts and the chopsticks that i can't use were so adorable. at the table next to us, even the mentally deranged woman and her weird obscenities proved to be rather light entertainment. then walks through the city. windy weather/dresses flying! hugs. oxford street. lillifields. coffeeeeeeeeee/s! bus. junction. tired. poor. etc.
alas, today i failed at my "health kick" ...so i will re-try tomorrow!
my parents returned from their getaway, peachy kind with GUILT. they even bought me a present to make themselves feel better. however, tonight after returning home from bianca b's brilliant music performance i was greeted with yet another note on my desk:
"son,
i wasn't snooping - your door was open [WAS NOT].
this carpet is an absolute disgrace and you should be ashamed of yourself [AM NOT].
this carpet is almost new and your room looks like a rented out shithouse [DOES NOT].
please vacuum and clean your room every 3 days - if this is what it takes [WILL NOT].
sorry, but i will be checking as both ***** and i have invested a pile of money into this house,
BE PROUD.
love dad x"
they like to complain on paper. apparently leaving assertive notes is a technique you learn in self-help programmes to avoid conflict with passive-aggressive individuals. ha-ha-ha.
things to do:
- in my attempt to be PROUD of my father's investment, i will vacuum my room tomorrow with pride!
- finish body of work, due next MONDAY!
- write english speech... due next wednesday!
- uni applications. still.
- get learners. still.
- print resumes!
- scab $ from folks!
- buy birthday presents for loved ones!
- release personal grudges.
- be healthy!
- stay happy! because i'm lucky!
now it is raining and hopefully the roads will flood and school will be cancelled tomorrow!
LOVE SONYA!
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| 09. |
[19 Aug 2007|12:00am] |
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hello!
zoo magazine weekly says: "WIN A BOOB JOB FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" ...i say: what is the world coming to boys and girls?
another frivolous friday night at daniel's. gelbison's + pizza. final destination? late night, late morning. aimless bondi beach wanderings.
tonight i came home again to an empty house, yet only to be informed later that my parents had packed up their belongings, embarked on a yacht trip up on the central coast for the weekend and decided not to tell me! such a perfect opportunity to plan an all-weekend adventure of trashy fun at mine was spoilt by their sheer unthoughtfulness! "why didn't you TELL ME?" i gasped over the phone. "because you would of drunkenly trashed the house like last time, sonya!"
i have been fascinated with edie sedgwick and her life since i was about fifteen. i'd been anticipating factory girl for a little over a year, and when daniel enlightened me as to the fact that it had skipped the australian cinemas and was available on dvd as of four days ago, i was SHOCKED at my ignorance. anyway, i grabbed my mitts upon a reserved copy this evening to scope at babysitting before the baby herself screamed the roof off!
my "health kick" starts THIS MOMENT. i currently feel/look like a human slug from the mental and physical drainage of the last few months and it's disssssgussssstinggggg! NO to: sitting remote at a desk reading boring school notes for hours long, "bad meals," eg. honey sandwiches for dinner, unnecessary caffeine, eg. large creamy cappuccinos every day. YES to: yoga, gym, long walks, vegetables, green tea! alcohol not included. plus, my body clock is wired so i will aim to wake up at a humanly hour each day, eg. before the afternoon.
YEY!
so i'm home alone and it's nearing the early hours of the morning. the heater is roaring, i've had two cups of tea and now i'm going to write a to-do and to-buy list, before taking a long bath and going to bed with more expensive magazines that i just can't seem to stop wasting my very few pennies upon.
it's so nice for the moment to wake up and feel free of all responsibilities. i hope everyone is happy and well!
xxxxx
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| 08. |
[16 Aug 2007|08:56am] |
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i love everything about this. from vogue US, september 2007. steven meisel = amazingness. he is by far my favourite photographer!
following this afternoon - which brings society + culture - 6/6 of the draining trial exams will be complete! after a week of emotional breakdowns, very little sleep and an "epiphany", i'm feeling VERY relieved. the hsc has horrible effects upon teenagers [last night i had a dream about uai's].
with that said, only SIX WEEKS left of high school! FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER! merely two more assessments due - a comparative speech for english on brave new world and blade runner, along with my final body of work for art. after that i must get to a "regular study routine", as they say, in preparation/anticipation of the HSC EXAMS which commence mid-october. yuck yuck!
EIGHTEEN in less than three weeks! legal adulthood! i've almost made it! you people ask about presents, but i don't specifically wish for anything other than pub-going and a fat cake [vanilla]! hand made treasures are always the most special!
this weekend i'm going to apply for a bunch of universities in nsw and qld. but um um um, planning ahead, i've decided that i most definitely want to stay in sydney after high school and study communications in the city at the university of technology. after hsc exams i will GET LOOSE, work + save $$$, most likely transfer from the east side to the inner city 'burbs [!!!], probably do a photomedia short course + start a portfolio, and maybeee score an internship. SO MANY POSSIBILITIES! wow. excite.
between days in the classroom, life for now = lazing around bondi with babes, long distance phone calls, second hand clothing, "coffee breaks", growing locks long, public transport, hours spent in gertrude + alice, amateur photoshoots, friday nights, "morning afters", cheap booze, planning adventures, meaningful conversations, the fantastic five and being seventeen.
rant: i know this sounds corny, but i find it really irritating watching people being sickly nice to others they aren't fond of, just for the sake of being liked. i will never ever be like that, it's so deceiving and two-faced! plus, falsity is so repulsive. fuck pleasing anyone. personally, if i'm not fond of someone, i will not interact with them whatsoever unless i HAVE to. i don't care if it comes across as snobbish, at least it's honest! if i'm nice to you, it's because i genuinely ADORE YOU!
BYE LOVELIES. XO
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| 07. |
[11 Aug 2007|03:08pm] |
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AMAZING!
lazareanu + lennon + doherty + "girl from the north country" = wows, to come.
trial exams have equated to a combination of extreme stress and extreme relief! on one hand i am so determined to do well, yet, on the other, so close to giving up. i somewhat wish i was the kind of person who could sit for copious hours and absorb information regarding fucking useless topics, only to regurgitate it onto lined paper under immense pressure, a horrible environment and an unrealistic time frame... but then again, it wouldn't be a particularly positive personality trait.
on top of trial week, an adventure to the orthodontist on tuesday has left my metal-mouth so so so sad and sore! my upper expander has been complimented with accessories on my lower palette, which involve spikes, elastic bands and the inability to speak/eat proficiently. it's back to the soft food diet and not being able to say the things i want to say [right now there are lots]!
teen angst! teen angst!
another much-needed friday night at daniel's with only the coolest of cats. vodka jelly is amazing. tequila is amazing. you are all amazing.
hiding as always.
i was really looking forward to a warm and cozy SLEEP IN before beginning a day of relaxation and peace! but alas, i was lured away from the possibility by a wake up phone call from the beauty salon, to be a receptionist with a headache, dirty hair, love bites and deep, dark eye baggage. my stepmother is a nazi boss. the customers are yuppie assholes. the time ticks by ever so slowly. but naomi surprised me with a banana smoothie [my favourite] and the bianca's delivered me coffee and hugs.
this afternoon i realised that winter is nearly over! how fast the days fly by. although sydney is not yet being brutalised by the slash heat of summer, the cold has definitely subsided and our jackets can be replaced with cardigans. there are nice things about spring; warmer nights out, windows open, flowery dresses, picnics and parks. plus, so many relieving happenings are to occur. turning 18!!! graduating high school!!! formal? finishing the HSC. freedom! so while some things at the moment are quite frightening, prospects are high - i'm so completely, utterly and ridiculously excited for the real world.
for now, babysitting tonight was cancelled so i hope to stay in and soothe my tired little heart and soul with tea and sleep. 2/6 exams remaining; tuesday - 3 hours of ancient history death, thursday - 2 hours of society and culture death and then BLISS! + party time.
need to:
stress less!
sleep + rejuvenate.
dye fugly hair.
grow nails.
study.
smile.
save $$$.
teleport to s/coast for courtney's 18th.
get fresh air.
audrey is too adorable:
i hope that everyone is happy and healthy.
p.s. www.myspace.com/safrecords!!!
p.p.s. CHOW CHOW!
p.p.p.s. english exams = total failure.
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| 06. |
[05 Aug 2007|08:55pm] |
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my thanks is owed to the devil wears prada, it's oh-so-corny yet feel-good storyline always evokes a positive atmosphere within the depths of my mind. while i should most probably be drowning under a wave of stress and worry regarding tomorrow mornings english exam on "the inner journey", i'm feeling quite optimistic!
part a] TECHNIQUE/EXAMPLE/EFFECTIVENESS! t-e-e! tick.
part b] creative writing; i've devised a sweet plot around a girl in a mental institution which will suffice to answering any question regarding THE INNER JOURNEY. i must remember to write "not based on a true story" at the end, or the english staff will think i am psychotic. tick.
part c] i've got my five texts, my fifteen techniques and fifteen examples. the one who goes away/journey to the interior/the french prisoner/go ask alice/spirited away. tick.
THE INNER JOURNEY: HERE I COME.
i'm going to pray to god before and after i sleep. i might even wear a jesus charm for goodluck. and, as a result of pre-paying for her accommodation during her and my fathers conflictive times [which they resolved], my stepmum scored a rental flat for this week - which i'm definitely planning to take academic advantage of over the next few nights.
in his attempt to be somewhat helpful, dad forced upon me an article from one of his hippy magazines. to summarise:
TOP 10 BRAIN BOOSTERS!
- SEE A CHIROPRACTOR OR PRACTITIONER TRAINED IN SPINAL HEALTH.
- EXERCISE REGULARLY.
- DON'T SKIP BREAKFAST.
- AVOID COFFEE AND ALCOHOL.
- TAKE MUSIC LESSONS.
- ENGAGE IN ACTIVITIES SUCH A CROSSWORDS, SCRABBLE OR SUDOKU.
- DEVOTE YOUR ATTENTION TO SOMETHING AND CONCENTRATE ON IT.
- "STRETCH" YOUR BRAIN TO LEARN NEW TASKS.
- REDUCE STRESS.
- DRINK PLENTY OF WATER.
i must really focus on number seven. and focus on focusing on number seven. okay, so i'm seriously procrastinating now. reinforcement of the significance of number seven is required! i should take number four into consideration, though i enjoy both far too greatly.
farewell friends!
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| 05. |
[02 Aug 2007|04:14pm] |
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this lovely lady has the bestest belt i have ever seen!
good things = plaits. vanilla scented. dandelion tea! mints not gum [it's bad for you] ...filtered water. even better, "lolly water!" finishing school and, as tess + i like to think of it, being "reborn". super early nights/super late nights. pink nails. butterflies. dresses without hems. not walking on the pavement cracks. leah's terrible singing. SPARROWS - cutest creatures in the world. being surrounded by people who are artistic, entertaining, intellectual, loveable and easy on the eye. ;]
i can't believe it is thursday already. the days fly by so rapidly. i've been in a daze all week [doesn't mean i don't notice]. currently looking forward to a fun-filled friday night, yet dreading the aftermath - which involves STUDY, and a great deal of it.
bath + bed please.
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| 03. |
[23 Jul 2007|09:35pm] |
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the most special person to me in the whole, wide world...
we read eachother's minds and finish eachother's sentences. i love you to the moon and back!
tegan and sara are evoking a slight sense of nostalgia! oh, the days of goon sacks, sneaking cigarettes from mum's bag and cheesy year ten love triangles. growing older is an interesting process. we are all still the same person underneath, just taller and wiser.
my new, favourite person is the little asian fellow from fujicolour who saved my day after an exasperatingly frenzious morning of worry, angst and eventually... a tear or two! on my quest to print photographs, i peeped a girl in marc jacobs with stark white hair, and for a minute it inspired me to go back to the platinum species!
on the other hand, i think a dark shade of chocolate brown will suffice.
the 6500w p-i-p of horror is due <9:00AM the coming monday, in which case every free tidbit of my time will be dedicated to analysing "the modern male".
"my mum used to say to me, 'you can't have
fun all the time,' and i used to say, 'why not?'
why the fuck can't i have fun all the time?"
- kate moss.
i ask myself this question each and every day. until you hear from me again, i am not alive.
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| 02. |
[20 Jul 2007|11:30am] |
friday! definitely resembles the last. a miserable morning, reflected by the weather; grey shaded sky, roaring wind and icy rain. it's mum's birthday but she's far away. every school term i tell myself that i will attend each and every class, though every school term i fail. following a monotonous period of modern history, i walked in through the door of my english class room and walked out through the other. today is one in which i cannot face high school. with that said, it is the end of the first week back at the vicinity. a dark and dismal week, yet brightened by self-satisfying assignment results and "coffee rendezvous'", as daniel calls them. only nine more to go. although deadlines are approaching, i cannot wait to leave and never look back!
after a cold walk in the rain, a chirpy lady and her garage filled with vintage goods, a browse through the gould st shops, a coffee at gertrude and alice, the old man in the newsagents reading porn, and the man working who tried to sell me a spiral book for $7, i've never been more relieved to return home to bask in the comfort of my own company.
as per usual, i am exhausted from lack of sleep! i wish i had really normal sleeping habits. the tiredness is evident through my erratic speaking, messy writing, untidy bedroom and lifeless appearance. i need to buy new sunglasses to disguise the heavy suitcases situated beneath my peepers! sometimes i will be so drained, yet when the time comes to sleep i avoid it with productivity, or lie in bed thinking, thinking, thinking!
i'm not sure who reads this, and although i don't mind who does, it's not written for an audience, yet to merely document a tiny fraction of the non-stop thoughts which pass through my head each day. my moods vary between overwhelmingly happy and carefree, to disappointed and critical - there's no in between. it's from one extreme to the other in all aspects of my life. highs or lows. yes's or no's. sometimes the best day of my life will be followed by the worst, or likewise. therefore, this "journal" is generally all over the place, as is my mind.
i've decided to move out of home next year. if it isn't to a university campus, it will be to someplace other than the eastern suburbs. my parents give me freedom, but i want i-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-c-e.
i'm famished, but the fridge contains pathetic scraps of leftover rice and "doughboy" pizza. so i think i'll have an orange.
on a brighter note! my hair is getting long, my body of work is progressing and i turn eighteen in six weeks! i'm going to start taking my camera everywhere.
and steven meisel's spreads never cease to amaze! from vogue italia, july '07.
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| 01. |
[19 Jul 2007|12:00pm] |
a fresh start of sorts.
looking forward/not behind.
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| s-spaghetti, u-use by date, b-bread, j-jam, e-egg, c-cooking, t-toast. |
[13 Jul 2007|12:54pm] |
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i'm NOT brunette anymore. i AM shivering. it is cold. "always cold."
three days left of winter holidays. thinking about next tuesday makes me feel ill - excessive workload, early mornings, school uniforms, bitchy girls, authority. when the hsc is over i am going to dance through the streets of sydney. naked. and what better time to update than 12:54 AM. please blame my poorly constructed sentences upon a long day of stress, caffeine, insubstantial food amounts and green apple udls [they taste like apple juice].
with regards to my previous post... i thought my "bad luck curse" [bianca b] was well and truely over when i lost my wallet on the 380 bus home from the junction on wednesday evening during peak hour. though it was filled merely with silver coins, i was deeply distressed to have lost my library cards, bank cards and insignificant business cards. somehow jesus or a kind and god-like creature magically saved my wallet from the hands of a super mean and thieving person, and the bus-driving folk managed to re-unite us! it was a miracle!
"it's a long learned lesson!", i said.
alas, i was soooooooooo wrong!!!
EG:
this afternoon of black friday the 13th i was on the northern suburbs train line to catch up with darling ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) amyabracadabra for her photo-shoot assignment. how could anything go wrong? ohhh.
not only was i majorly late as i am absolutely exhausted/beyond able to get out of bed in the morning, but somehow i managed to leave my large tote bag, filled with:
- my makeup collection
- vintage dresses
- cardigans
- neckties, including my beloved christian dior scarf
- tonnes of jewellery... bangles, necklaces, earrings, rings
- three pairs of shoes
- two pairs of sunglasses
- one pair of faux glasses [?]
ON. THE. TRAIN. i feel very sad after writing that list. i hope the lost property crew miraculously save my bag, as did the busdrivers save my wallet... oh and... as soon as amy started shooting it started to rain. as soon as i arrived at the train station to return home it stopped. my eyes welled up with tears.
once i was finally back at the junction i decided to buy alcohol for bianca's shindig from my regular [underage allowing] store. tonight they decided they would ask for photo id. boo hoo. after leaving, disappointed and angry, i realised i had completely forgotten to eat all day and therefore acquainted myself with a chunk of sushi. i was finally sitting, stopping and re-energising on a bunch of public couches when i hear a voice...
"hello little one!"
i look upwards to be shocked by an old, long-bearded man peering into my face.
"argh, hi..."
"if i had a packet of biscuits with me i'd give you one!"
"oh, uh... how nice, thanks..."
"wait there, i will go and buy you a treat from woolworths and bring it back to you!"
"no really... it's fine..."
"hmmm... well... what do i have here... *reaches into pockets* A BLOCK OF CHEESE! would you like to eat some cheese with your sushi?"
"*laughs* no, thanks, this is fine..."
"you're meant to say yes!"
"but no thanks, *haha* i don't want any..."
"say yes!"
"ummm..."
"say yes!"
"i'm lactose intolerant... i can't eat dairy or i vomit..."
"oh! so what are you doing!?"
"ummm... just eating my sushi... it's been a long day..."
"why?"
"it's hard to explain..."
"come and sit closer... next to me... *rubs seat next to him*"
"um, no it's okay, i'm fine here..."
"any man would fall in love with you with those pins."
"pardon!?"
"any man would fall in love with you with those pins! *lowers his gaze*"
"i reeeally don't think so... i've gotta go... *RUNS*"
when i say old, i mean approx 75 years old.
so my teeth are chattering on the way to bianca m's... it's cold. i am relieved to finally find myself in a non-hazardous environment. heater. music. peppermint tea. others arrive. we drink. "drama" occurs - i will ignore everything that was said for your sake and his sake and maybe even my sake... romance. taxi. etc. the night was ended with myself forgetting that my stepmum was unfortunately sleeping on the lounge. goodbye, my extremely handsome crush/friend/neighbour.
i rarely write descriptively about my days. blame it on the booze. they're not usually like this, by the way. it just so happens that i am stricken with bad luck as of late. when will it ever end! *dramatically faints!*
no. but. i'm not sad. i really love my life and everyone in it! even through all the weirdness that seems to constantly occur.
during the next few days i will try to squeeze in the accomplishment of completing my major society and culture work, writing writing writing essays, finishing art assignments, re-buying everything i have misplaced and perhaps catching up on the zzz's i am sorely lacking. plus babysitting. and hopefully ZILCH else. just a few days of no personal responsibilities - compulsories only, PLEASE!
mum is still in hospital, very sick. we sent flowers. she says i need to learn to keep my head out of the clouds.
wow. this is long. so much to say. i best stop NOW.
goodbye. good night. good morning.
p.s. get well soon bianca b - you are the greatestest.
p.p.s. obviously i have taken laura[my uk twin-but-non-twin]'s advice in copy-paste-ing entries before i click "post".
p.p.p.s. obviously i am moving to london.
p.p.p.p.s. obviously not for a while.
p.p.p.p.p.s. obviously i am not australian though [i wish].
p.p.p.p.p.p.s. okay i'm heaps over post-scripting now. sleep time!
p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s. he hee. k bye.
x
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[13 Jul 2007|01:40am] |
totally just wrote a longggggggggg entry. totally accidently clicked the link under "post" and lost ALL!
hmph.
on the plus side, i am re-united with broadband. ;]
update next time i have time.
p.s. lost wallet/found wallet. signs of hope. oh my!
xoxoxo
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[10 Jul 2007|03:06pm] |
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last night i had a dream that the chinese mafia were going to kill me.
i am in the coffee shop/sandwich bar place up the road from my house. today is the staff training day so i'm hearing the whole teaching process...
my mummy is in hospital. she had a "head infection" [!???] that leaked into her entire blood stream. i'm sad/scared.
and believing that my stepmum is going for a holiday is just a way to disguise the fact that she is moving out "for a while".
i feel reeeally lost! i don't know why all these horrible things continue to occur.
"hey dad, what's my favourite colour?"
"hmmm... ummm... your favourite colour is BLUE..."
"incorrect. my least favourite colour is blue."
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| net cafe pt 2. |
[08 Jul 2007|04:19pm] |
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come to an end... come to an end... |
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time is ticking and i've not done a scrap of school work!
my living arrangements are still somewhat chaotic, but gradually coming together.
today the fam' had a "GARAGE SALE" at our old crib to get rid of more junk. my stepmum woke me up at the most ungodly hour of six thirty AM to prepare.
garage sale-goers actually bought our crap, until bondi started pouring with rain [we are cursed, i swear!] ...a sweet asian couple helped us drag all our rubbish under cover. anywho, the best, uh, customer was a young lady who bought all my old and super ugly clothes and an old man who purchased furniture... the worst was an obese old woman from the west who reeked of urine and had pubic hair growing down the back of her knees.
it was fucking boring and cold. most of the time i sat in the car and read magazines with the heater on. other than that, i freezed my tits off.
last night was drinks at leah's apartment in newport with courtney. afterwards was amie's 18th cocktail party which was situated in the most magnificent mansion in avalon, overlooking the entire northern beaches. it was sooo fabulous to chillax with her and dani and dane, sipping margueritas upon luxurious lounges. there was a mini cupcake tree! it was wow. everyone was so beautiful. amie is amazing. good times.
of course i have no snapshots. i either forget or my camera batteries are dead. in fact, i am having quite the technical difficulty with my camera batteries! they die really fast because they are weak and mean. apparently i need "nihm" batteries, instead of regular batteries. what the fuck is a "nihm"? help.
my mane is brunette again, although it looks like "strawberries and cream" instead of *chocolate*, according to beau.
and ummm, i'm speaking to mummy again.
nelly furtado's new song is rad.
my time is up!
love love love you and you and you.
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[05 Jul 2007|04:08pm] |
net cafe in bondi junction. i'm paranoid that the people next to me are watching. but it's not like i'm looking at illegal porn or anything of the like. i just shared a lift with the weirdest family i have ever seen in my life.
WE MOVED! and what a mission it was... oh. my. god. i don't how some people manage to move all the time! it is such a mentally and physically grueling period...
simone and i tried to get rid of most of my stepmums STUFF during the packing process, because she has so much STUFF! but somehow she managed to drag half of it to the new place, which is now too covered with STUFF. my parents have even hired a garage for her STUFF! but still, there is more! she really needs to stop buying STUFF.
there are boxes everywhere, waiting to be unpacked. there is mess everywhere, ugh. no internet. no food. the place looks like a warehouse until you walk through to my neat, clean, and perfectly unpacked bedroom. and i have my own bathroom!
oh! although it's quite a nice shade of purple, my foot is not fractured! and i can walk. and skip. and jump. now i'm going to do so through westfields and spend dads $.
oh god, the guy next to me... time to fly.
xoxo
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| disasterous. |
[01 Jul 2007|07:35pm] |
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i am obsessing over london and therefore londoners and therefore kate moss and therefore pete doherty. and therefore irina lazareanu, and therefore karl lagerfeld and also sean lennon.
everything seems to be going WRONG, although i can't help but find it amusing.
EG. yesterday i stumbled off the gutter and onto a pine cone instead of the road. i flew like a bird, and landed like a pancake. "is my coat alright!?" it was one of those moments when you simply don't know whether to laugh hysterically or cry hysterically. in shock, i chose the former.
there was blood and hardcore swelling, mostly of the left foot. the doctor says it's fractured, and my learners test tomorrow has been replaced with a trip to get an x-ray. i PRAY it's only sprained, or else i have to wear a WEIRD BOOT for the next month or two! talk about a fashion faux pas...
the biggest dilemma is that the muscles in my entire right leg are fucked up as result of the fall, so i'm kind of, uh... legless at the moment. like a slug. consequently, i have been sluggishly slugging about all day trying to pack, and wheeling around on the office chair. i never realised how many socks and g-strings i owned. or how much i took for granted the use of two feet!
furthermore, this afternoon while i was relaxing in the bath, the shower head exploded - with hot water! the shower taps were not even turned on, and, as a cripple, i was trapped under the possessed device that tried to burn me alive! i was screaming and disabled and my parents had to rush in and save me. it was all very embarrassing and such...
the past few days have been disasterous. i think some kind of higher being is trying to tell me something... to warn me... is jesus punishing me? but i'm a good person! ...really!
i am very frightened about the "boot" concept.
why.
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new keys = new home!
today i slept in until past noon! i think the 2am-7am sleeping pattern i'd aquired over the past two weeks finally caught up with me. then leah and naomi came over for chai tea and biscuits. tonight my stepmother arrived home from hospital and i've escaped the company of overbearing family friends for uptown girls and the doona. dinner was turkish bread and hommus.
this afternoon i was considering packing, when i came to realise that my entire magazine collection in the sunroom had disappeared! i frantically called my stepmother at the hospital, to be informed that she had thrown them in the RECYCLING BIN last week because she thought that they were RUBBISH! $100's and $100's of glossy pages GONE! russh! oyster! i-D! vogue! yen! frankie! nylon! i am sooo upset!
tomorrow brings a compulsory library visit, present buying, hair dying, shopping lists, mail sending, wardrobe organising and... babysitting.
i hope everyone is happy and well!
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my stepmum collapsed at personal training early this morning and the ambulance rushed her to hospital.
she's okay, but they think she has had a mini-stroke and are keeping her overnight.
i'm off to give her flowers and a big hug.
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