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iPod shuffle describing life
Current mood: bored

Put your ipod/mp3 on shuffel click next for each song and just type the title

This song will describe your...
Life?: 'woe' say anything
Love life?: 'pagan poetry' bjork
Family?: 'new' no doubt
School?: 'water' pj harvey
Town?: 'broken box' qotsa
Room?: 'like eating glass' bloc party
Best Friend?: 'message' the grates (ha!)

Sister?: 'i need drugs' some girls :/
Brother?: 'ceremony' new order

"Label" at school?: 'pendulous threads' incubus
Crush?: 'victory' pj harvey (ha)
Car/future car?: 'send a message' gyroscope
Future house?: 'black tongue' yeah yeah yeahs
Future life: 'like i love you' jt
Taste in guys/girls?: 'get over it' ok go (hahahah)
Future?:'Chia like i shall grow' say anything

This is going to be your...
Wedding song?: 'for martha' the smashing pumpkins
Happy song?:'perfect now' sarah blasko

Sad song?: 'danger zone' gwen
Graduation song?: 'get in' presets
Favorite song?:'love in the plaster' the hives
Love song?: 'its not up to you' bjork
Bored song?: 'riot riot riot' roger miret and the disasters
Funeral Song?: 'miss world' hole. weird because its true.

Eever since the festival has been non electronica-only (2002ish) dad & I have ventured up the coast every year for the Heinken Open'er festival. It's always highly enetertaining as communism has deprived dad of the notions of pop culture & so he picks up on the most obscure & random things.

I have a very strong love/hate relationship with the festival. I mean a/it is a festival. i love festivals but b/ it should be my festival and than c/ the organiser is a total asswipe. so really it is more of a hate relationship.

This year a portion of team sweden was going to attend as well, and some asw folk so it was going to be good times allround.

sonic youth & the roots were headliners on the first night...i missed the car is on fire. anger.

favourite quote:
dad: sonic youth are great...when kim gordon isn't singing.

the roots were sensational!!!

now the next day it looked like it was going to pour so i went & purchased some very hot gumboots. everybody else decided i was being a wuss. 4hrs later we were purchasing the last pair f gumboots in the tricity area for padre. it was terrential.

day 2: beastie's and muse. I HEART MIKE D so much. Ballistic set. such show ponies.so so so so so much fun! And i still cannot believe John (my old tutor) produced tracks for these guys. They played some of their punk stuff from '86...unbelievable set. And the amazing thing was they didn't want to finish. And when they did they actually hung out, just like all the other bands. Literally jumped off the stage and spent 20 mins just chatting by the barricade. i think the roots spent more time than that but thats cause they were hnd picking groupies...(carley where were you???)

i was being a nana and only going in for the headliners...i hate polish hiphop... i hated the electronica stuff they had on offer. i was in it for the big names. plus i need to concerve energy and voice and legs for ROSKILDE 2007.

the final day was bloc party (who rocked it)and bjork *tear* dad hates her in concert. his side comentary is always great. now i do love her. she can do whatever she wants...but i was not thrilled with the lack of medulla tracks and i must say i did love the art direction off vespertine x10000 more. But i guess her super hot dj did make up for it...

inbetween all the rain and music i hang out with the familia. we went windsurfing in sopot...well dad did i sat on the beach, ate and read. i am smart enoughto know i should not go near watersports that can result in me being knocked unconscious by a sail. saw the granma's alot. they just fed me. it brings them so much joy. no anemia coments this time. awesome. grandma reginka has the most amazing dog (nosia). she's literally like a styffed toy...its so funny. i cant wait fo the mini tomosushi's to be let loose around her and convert her into a devil dog.

oh yeah the festivals PR girl should go back to PR school to learn how to actually administrate spin within the media. i dont think these kids know what 120 000 ppl look like....not like the Open'er festival...

i also managed to bump into every person i knew in the area...damn small town...

monday = a 6am start. i had to be t the warsaw aiport at 2pm for my 3:30 flight to sweden...
yes, its only 350km....but no you've never seen a polish road...
we had to calculate 2 potential traffic jams and a naional disaster. so the 3.5 hr journey was scheduled for 8.
we forgot to calculate the truck that would tip just on the exit to the main road out of gdansk...
ive never seen dad swear so much...

i knew i would come crashing down in ny. it would be a jetlag+uni finale recovery session...and i couldn't think of a better place to do it...well aside from St. Peter's Island.

i flew in post midnight...ot picked up by the familia and then passed out....not waking up till the next evening. it was rather fabulous. So i took an evening stroll through greenpoint and headed to one of my all time favourite places (aside from wal-mart) the local supermarket. there i stocked up on cranberry juice and...ice cream. it's best not to et me started...but i settled on B+J's half-Baked, Eddy's double choc brownie and H.G's Brittle & Macadamia. fabulous, fabulous. Then i sat my ass down on the couch and induldged in mindless american tv. amazing. then bed.

the thing that truely freaks me out about nyc (now) is how its like a thrid home. i just slip in.true i still get disoriented above 14th & union...and passed 5th ave...but who really wants to go out that way anyway...unless its to central pak & the musuem mile...i mean really...

now i haven't been to the us of a in 2 years. which is my longest gap. and the change that as occured around brooklyn is rather drastic and bemusing. Joe's...my favourite breakfast place is not POPULAR. i am impatient when it comes to food. Please note: the bed breakfast joints are names Joe's. You can't go wrong with Joe's...when breakfast is concerned that is. So i lounged round the area with my phat coffee and my sundried tomato+cream cheese begal, the village voive and the new york times. Warsaw...the jazz club down the road has a proper booker now. Lilly Allen, the Lemonheads, the polyphonic sphere and WILCO all playing there in the weeks to come. it made me ridiculously happy. After that i hit up Williamsburg, the suburb over. I must say i heart it. but i did heart it more two years ago when it was more dinky and grungy and raw and with that east village dirty sneaker feel to it. now the hipters have taken over, paying $$$ for their organic dirt to grungy up their cons... and the boutique:thrift shop ratio has flippped...and i'm just not down with paying triple digit figures for a skull necklace. but most of my favourite places are still there so all is good...

that night we headed to Vera Cruz for dinner. my most FAVOURITE resturant in the world. also in williamsburg. i should have has the magarita...

now to me new york is all about walking+galleries+hidden away shops+FOOD and of course music. this trip was taken over by food. my whole trip is really a menu. the sushi, the indian, the mexican, the polish, the american, the vegan...it goes on... so walked, and walked...and walked. and ate, and lingered in the subway listening to the rappers and the guitarists and the percussionists...and walked, and drank toomuch ice tea...and kept on forgetting about the american size servings...and walked some more...i fell in love with a bed...and then decided i wanted ABC (the store off union) to be my homefor ever...and bought out victoria's secret...and then i sat in the park in disbelief at how annoying the american acent could be...and ate some more.

there was nothing at moma. well nothing that i hadn't seen before. so this distressed me greatly. i was highly disappointed i didn't get to do central park. and that my+my aunty's plan to do a sunday morning trip to the statue of liberty fell through which was a shame x100... i spent the day in the east village instead...people watching...and...and...i couldn't help it. i couldn't not go in. i had to. tokio7. argh. usually im very good at not going passed the 10$ bins and shoe racks...but this time argh...it started with a DVF wrap top. i always wanted a DVF wrap dress this was close enough. but then i found a anne sui blouse. stunning. i had to try it on. then i found some italian deisgners name i cannot spell...sample top...and then...then it really started...a DVF floral dress, an off the rack, brand new marc jacobs lbd....a white DVF floor lenth summer dress....and...then...there it was a red DVF wrap dress. oh the cut.

so after much culling....i settled for the dvf flral dress, wrap dress, wrap top. the marc jacobs looked like a sack/tent. a very lovely elegant sack/tent. but as i was leaving a girl was trying on the most smashing pale blue cocktail dress. and she didn't want it. i had to try it on. perfect fit. and so the missioni dress was added. i could not resist. the prices were RIDICULOUS. thank you america and your over abundance of designer clothing, vintage and thrift stores. thank you.

and than i took one last stroll along bedford ave and headed to the airport. this whole chilling thing is rather delightful.

will post menu soon. ha.

i cannot wait to move here.

so i am done. really, really done. unless i failed something. hmmm. no. never. it still hasn't hit though. not that i've given myself the oppurtunity to let it all sink in.

june 7. the final day of classes and our critical perspetives final performance. Richard, Kate and I were scared to death. this is an Ed Sheer course. He is brilliant, beyond stoic, opinionated, high brow, beyond an enthusiast, he is never amused (he does not do joy).The previous week Ed had snapped at those presenting if the work wasn't up to his standard. this man has standards. the most unpredictable and precise taste in theatre. he has zero tolerance for anything that just sratches the surface. everything has to be intellctually bound to the max...or he snaps. we were doing a post=tructualist and feminis piece. i was freaking out we were "too pop". i mean Richard was dressed as paris hilton and i was running round a la anna nicole.

so i went over to richard's. he was doing jim beans for breakfast to cam his nerves. then he downed vanilla vodka shots down my throat because i was making him nervous being all sober.groooooosssss.

we performed. i didn't snap my ankles in the platforms. or stack it in the floor length gown.
afterwards, while scooping up the choclate syrup (best we don't go there)Clare Grant came in. Clare heads 'performance' within the school. Clare does not give out praise. her expectations are high. so when she walked into the room we thought she was lost. and when she told us we were great we began pinching ourselves. And then when Ed came in...smiling...Richard & I got teary and freaked out. He said we were fantastic. he congratulated us for being fantastic. Ed does not do this. EVER. And then Brony (our tutor) came in literally speechless and said she only wished we knew what we had managed to pull off in the context of the entire series of performances. then she handed back our essays (DISTINCTION!) and said that the MAJORITY of the distinctions were in this very room and there was only one HD...and everyone else just managed to pass. wow.

and so i went home and relaxed. cooked my flatmates dinner, than headed off to the lounge for drinks...where the girls bought me too much champagne, and then i went to Hot Damn with the two jackie's. was obnoxious, but somehow woke up with 2 Saturday cometogether tickets and cds. jacks woke up with 2 tickets for the sunday.

friday was box office at underoath with ingrid. good times. much gossiping and soial commentary. its what box office biatches do. one final on-campus chat with Jenna as we realised we'd never be hanging out at unsw again...

saturday i started packing and organising the house. headed to brand new with blake and jacks. fabulous gig...pleasantly suprised and happy it wasnt what i was expecting. cold and wet we headed to oxford st to grab food. we weren't feeling that fabulous, rather sickish so we headed home...but then ingrid called and said she was at the columbian so i decided to stop by for one drink.
one drink.
but then yan got smashed, went home and left us his bottle of chamagne. you can't waste that.
and then some rndom bought us shots for not having drugs to sell him. ok.
and then grumpy darren said he was on his way. as was tm nik. so i stuck round not wanting to leave ingrid pants alone. so then tm nik rocks up, buys us some corona's. so than we have to stick round to return the favour. grumpy darren rocks up and we have shots. by now i have informed jackie who has just gotten back from the shire where she picked up her trashed cousin from a party *bless* she joins us. we go to vegas. the dancing starts. the airport dance moves start. lionel ritchie. pants starts asking the djs to play the cds she has in her handbag.the shittalking. taking over the photobooth. then ash rocks up. the speartackiling starts. its 6am. we go home.

sunday its bill & tonys with the girls. rox and gem gem are in town. gaslight and judgie. jukebox wars and extensive obnoxiousness, but not at its usual levels. dale still hasn't apologised.

i spend the next few days perfecting my final projects and waging war on our real estate agent.

i'm sick.
my footage wouldn't log & capture.
i have 250 words to complete my theatre essay.
my theatre essay has no real direction other than ranting about how historians just assume everything.bastards-making my life hard.
cold war kids on friday night. rather disappointing. maybe the TM just really got under my skin & made me rage.
on a totally different note: its kind of scary how everything has just fallen into place after the last few weeks of chaos and whimpering.

went to hd! thursday. good times were had.

and i'm done!
oh man so much has happened its ridiculous.
i have been in and out of my whipering fetal position since 2 sunday's ago.
jacks helped out by feeding me g&t's.
pip+jen have been delightful & keeping me sane. ruchard is keeping me amused. blake is keeping me fed. all is ok. essentiallly. i just like crawling back into the fetal position on occasion. all will be sorted soon.

ummm aside from the decision making not much happening aside from uni...
handed in my theatre essay from critical perspectives. i don't remeber the last time i got so into writing an essay...actually i can. anyway it was good times deconstructing pople that nail themselves to walls and construct talking-stick things. i love the arts. especially the performing arts.

Freya arrived yesterday!!! All is fabulous! cannot wait ti take her to "the shop" for some bb chai and catching up on the last 6 months...conversation will go:
me: so what did you get up to?
freya: i studied for my exams. than took my exams. you?
me: ummm...yeah i studied and shitkicked alot.
THE END
and good times will be had.

really getting into tokyo police club of late.
too many movies out that i have to see its killing me
and i wont get round to the sydney film festival. bugger.
on the other hand i now get an extra summer so i am muchos happy. yay mini tomosushi spawn! jacks is heading to the us of a. i figure if jacks is there and billy corgan is there...heheheh
old habits die hard. real hard.

ok im going to go sleep now so i can wake up and write my theatre history essay which i'm hating already. stupid greedy biatches in my course hiring out 20 books each. im going to recall them! die.

but then i get to write my media report and jenna's friend who we hang out with yesterday & is doing honours is practically doing his thesis on my topic...so i have hit a nerd-goldmine! we've already exchanged a mini reading list hahahah

oh man just got back from yoga. yoga on a hangover is never a good idea. i don't know why i could have possibly thought it would have been less painful than it was. Plus, Darren lead the class & he's the one that actually makes you do stuff. Everybody else is just delighted you turned up & gives you brownie points for trying. Not Darren, oh no. He went on a tangent about long legs inspired by my pair. i am bendy and lanky. why state the obvious.

Anyway, lots has happened since last post. I'll stick to the fun and trashy:

shitkicked at the VMA's which was fun times. Was sarah Mcleod's escort. she got rowdy. she's bb4l with Megan Gale who death stared me & is prone to extensive PDA with her boyfriend Andy (who is a sweetheart x100). Jenna embarrased me infront of nathan from video hits. stupid channel ten people.
held gaze with Jared leto for an entire 7 seconds. he is short. and a "cocksucker" according to bobby fergie's bodyguard who jenna became bb4l with. jenna was in stalker mode- it was HYSTERICAL. i sat there waiting for the veronica's ankles to snap. how they manged to lift their feet with those chunky platform heels i do not know. dita von teese is amazing. Daniel needs to ditch the sweat band. he is still hot though. watching ben from billy talent doing air guitars moves in the loading area was quality. no real gossip. it was rather uneventful. i was expecting nicole ritchie to do something a little more inspiring than "wassup biatches". oh jackie o is the nicest person. we had a chat about the lighting design.nerds.

now we were going to go to the afterparty. jenna and i have a tendency of ditching after parties for food. we wanted to break the cycle. so we applied a face to cover up the evidence that we'd be up since dawn and got on the MTV Bus. We sat just behind the guys from something with numbers. all blind. Jake gave as a rundown of this day. primarily alcohol he had consumed. suddenly we all had roadies. next thing you know jake the human juke box is whipping out all the classics...and there we are singing grease lighting over the anzac bridge. So we get it and the place is packed to the brim. even when standing you had to roatate to let people passed. we waled from one side to the next. took a look at each other and decided for plan b: big sweater+chamomile tea+BED!!! i could not be assed to walk 2 blocks and go to the hilton. nothing was going to amuse me more than jake the human jukebox.plus things would only get thrown at the gang bang djs and i don't want a lifeban from the hilton. not before i induldge in one of their amazing spa bathtub things. bumped into shane from enmore outside. he came to check everything was going ok. had a gasbaging session dedicated to how much we hate these things...than bailed home for better times.hmmmm tea.

had several technological breakdowns at uni in the week that followed. fun times.

On Tuesday Pants asked me where's a good place to take the NIN after the show. I said my lounge room. obviously. than we tried to brainstorm up ideas & realised there was really no better offer for a Wednesday night in sydney.

Saw Silverchair with Carlsberg, andrew and chippy.
chippy wasn't drinking. my theory was so that he'd be a total light wait come Groovin' The Daniel Johns in Maitland and would be passed out on half a can of vb by 2pm...thu not having to endure the drunken company of Gemma, Amber, Carls, Helen & Midwinter. Andrew on the other hand had two beers at all times on him. Carley was so damn entertaining. She lost her voice yet still managed to continue screaming. The colourful sweat band set must go. its just not right on any level. i dont care if DJ endorses the look. no.just no. good times were head. The Chair rocked. like always.

Yesterday Jacks, Pip & I headed to the furcurve listening party. It was black tie. oh the irony. i sported heels. only stacked it twice. go me. jacks manged to once. the night went down hill very quickly. some how we ended up in the backroom with the owners of the place drinking and shit talking. Jay could not understand how we managed this. apparently this happens alot. The photos suggest we spent a while in the gutters of marrickville waiting for a cab. we were going to the townie. Favourite quotes include:

nicole: "you guys are like the hot amazonian chicks of the party?"
me:" are you calling us mutant?"
nicole: "no, i'm saying you look like hot amazonians"
me: "so your calling us mutant."
i am such a dick.

jackie: AHHHHHHH! I'm wearing too much Colour! AHHHHH! Help! I can't go to the TOWNIE in so much COLOUR!

jay: this is the drunkest i've seen you.
me: now do you realise why you are usually equally as drunk.

the "horror and disguise" photo is getting blown up and framed. i will post it eventually. eventually cause its on holmsie's camera.

i don't remeber a lot of conversations.
i remeber messaging paul all the time & being obnoxious to the max.
there are photos of me sitting on a polar bear chair.
i developed a hatred for the townie jukebox. i hate the way its organised. how have i never realised this. judgie rules.

thaetre exibition presentation thing on monday.
working at saosin tomorrow. yeah angst people.

we're having a communist party. i'm excited.
i think the running plan for the long weekend is as follows
thursday: last day of classes. rh in break. drinks at the lounge. than hd!
saturday: come together vs brand new
sunday:house party.

so i got sidetracked x10.

after being all domestic throughout the day i pretty much...ate and did bites and pieces of study. i got a bunch of dvds to help me figure out my treatment for my final production assesment. then i started reading emergency sex.
all of saturday i sat there and planned my life out as a UN aid worker. i could not function. jacks rocked up around lunch for a mini-shit talking sessiona nd then i went back to be neurotic and guilt tripping myself for giving into western society etc etc we were meant to go see rex banner+grand fatal+horsell common but...

*my prediction of jackie not making out of the shire proved true
*helen apparently fainted on the harbour bridge. well at least thats what we were hoping for. it would have been CLASSIC. just like if amber & her HAD rocked up to Duncan's in costume.
* i got lazy and decided to listen to the wilco webcast, encourage my siblings to terrorise the household and read some more. oh and Bring It On was on & miriam had never seen it...so i had to introduce her to SPIRIT FINGERS.

sunday had an amzing amazing breakfast at Ed's but Ed wasn't there so we could say " Hi! Remeber when you lived in Tamara & Jackie's Laundry?!". Chai Tea+Big Breakfast+Bowl of Hot Chocolate. Yummm. then we headed over for the protest and on the ay the girld decided i was communist. WTF? I was Conrad for the day. Afternoon of perving on Tex, trying o get little kids to rock out and getting to see Tim & Seeing Tim+Phil hammering out Berlin Chair. hot x 1000.

On to burgerlicious and then home for essay writing.

Kelly called asking if i wanted to shitkicj at the vma's. hmmm go as a guest & get mega boozed or shitkick. we all know the sad answer. i have a problem. I really do. I get a hot tee apparently. woot! i hope i get to "look after" jared leto. and let's hope they dont give me access to nicole richie.

off to uni via the sandwich place now

oh Tamara & I have decided to get extra holes in our ears. Yay finally going to get the daith done.

this household keeps shifting from trashbag mecca to nerdfest central. it's highly amusing.
so i started giving this apparent "crisis mode" thing some thgought & there just might be some truth to it. i hate it when other people are right. i always thought i'd become an aid worker once i got over this streek and then shift to teaching drama to kindy & middle school kids. And so all i've been doing is contenmplating when this streak will end. Anyway, i'm attempting this whole "beathing, sleeping, sanity" thing and its going ok so far.

i sat down & wrote a whole study plan that will keep things nicely balanced in the final stretched. It kick started this week.

i had a massive bake off instead of assesment writing. apple crumble x2. vegetable puffs for the flatmates. i was on a roll. and yes this was part of the study plan. i'm chillin'.

Pip & I dicovered we have Thursday's 12-3 off...together. note its mid session. we're really not on top of things this semester. so we headed to thr rh and filled in the gap with $3 blue vodka things called...WKD. oh man. had to stand outside our tutorial room for ten minutes to "focus" and stop giggling. i haven't had a gigggling fit in an eternity. walked in & then proceed to write page after page after page of drunken commentary throught out the presentation. NOte: SLUTFACE UCLA BIMBO (how oh how is she worthy of that academic institution? howwww?) stole my presentation. SHe regurgitated The Long Tail Theory without giving it the title...and was DUMB enough (shock horror) to use my graphs etc only she fragmented them and put them into seperate slide. IDIOT.
Anyway, Pip and I drunkenly mapped out "OUR" trip to Europe. Kinda like that time Helen and I mapped out"OUR" trip to the US of A on a napkin...in a suburbian pub in Newcastle. Good times.


anyway than I saw sarah blasko with Jenna. She was terrific as per usual & Holly Throsby joined her for three songs which was amaizng. It's just so refreshing to see female performers that don't have to reside to cheap tricks when performing. She was so akwardly cute. I wish i could pull off puffed sleeves.

i just can't motivate myself to write this damn thing.
i have hit a wall.
friday all i had to do was nurse my tiredness. naps & reading articles.
i baked. i substituted ingredients alot.
headed into the cbd to do a catch up drink with kasia d. it's been over six months since i've seen her i'm pretty sure. always nice to get a good dose of the beaches gossip.
after that it was off to jenna's to have a team uni session.
got driven home by pip because she didn't trust be walking home passed the townie. ahhh frienship.
saturday equalled attempt at nerding. and then some success. bit by bats with gem gem filled the evening. i heart how johnny just accepts that there are people as hyperactive as his sister and theres no use in wasting energy in keeping them apart.
gig was fun, forgot how catchy bit by bats are. pumped into party boo and some of the cromer girls. heart heart heart the dress Mima had on.

sunday=breakfast in newtown. jay informed me that i live in a costant crisis mode. than he was suprised i wasnt aware of this. because usually i'm pretty good with the self awareness. i finally tracked down emergency sex in the book store. now i have to wait some 50 days to get started on it. :( nerded it up x10 after that. was going to do steak+beer with flodge but it started to rain & we got lazy.

sarah blasko thursday. amped! will procrastinate by contemplating dress/outfit.

also. i think tom gabel & are telepathically insync/set to stalk each other throughout june-july. hot.