Saturday 26 June 2004
So it turns out I'm a wanker.
*laughs*
It was bound to happen sometime. I don't think that it's something I'm going to worry about.
Also it appears that The Who wrote "Behind Blue Eyes". Oh dear.

Thursday June 24
I figured out the Griffith online system thing and have enrolled in two subjects, both fiendishly pointed towards my interests rather than any type of actual career. They are Fame and Celebrity and Sociology and Future Societies. My mother said that if you didn't have any idea for a career then that was probably the better way to do it anyway. My timetable looks like this: go in two days and sleep in until at least 12:00 on day 1 and 10:00 on day two. That's pretty alright. I started freaking out over assessment the other day but with this rather light workload uni might be alright after all. I am definitely looking forward to everything else at university except for failing horribly and letting my parents down and having everyone know that secretly I'm really dumb except that it's not that secret. On the upside it's only 40 minutes away on the public transport that leaves from the bottom of my street. There is always an upside.

And sad news for all the Mary-Kate and Ashley fans out there - Mary-Kate's been checked into a health centre for some disease which media folk reckon is anorexia. I think it's a tad heartless to report that under entertainment but nevertheless here it is.

Thursday June 24
In which I discuss two matters, both, I hope, engaging

The First
1. I had some people over on Tuesday. But that is not the story. And neither is it about woodchipping, looking like hicks, being sad because Benjamin couldn't make it and we didn't even bother to ask him, being happy because Ronnie and Grace and Leo were there and we were all having a good time, giving clothes away, eating abstract food or bathing in poison. And it isn't about the items that went missing or those few seconds when I felt like a real 18 year old because Leo was so tall and unconventional looking and slouching at the kitchen table. No siree! The story is about explaining to Leo how we (being Ronnie and I) once tried to track down a guy for no other reason than Ronnie thought he was hot. Our method was to take one of the photos Ronnie had taken of "our friends" with the guy conveniently in the background and to construct a Wanted poster. A foolproof plan. Leo listened intently and with the great interest of somebody who is hearing for the first time an engaging tale. He then proceeded to tell us that he had in fact seen one of the posters. He had seen it in Govinda's. Ronnie and I looked at each other. Although the poster mentioned Govinda's (as the 'place last seen at') neither of us had put up any posters there. The only conclusion was that somebody had gone to all the trouble of taking our poster off of a wall, possibly photocopying it and putting it up in Govinda's! Excellent.

The Second
2. http://www.geocities.com/courageous_action/happybirthday.zip . I made this for my sister's birthday and now I am sharing it with you, the reader.

The Third
3. Not quite a triptych

Sunday June 20
So much to write about, yet so little "stuff" has "actually happened" of late. Does this sound like the beginning of an interesting entry? You decide.

Last night was awesome fun. Kelly's 17th. Who would have thought that eating pizza could be such a challenge? Clare and I spent a thrilling evening explaining to rednecks the difference between our names. That always happens. Other than that it was cool hanging out with the Basic Four + others. And some chick who was totally convinced that they put aluminium in cheese although she couldn't give a good reason besides the supposed "well known fact" that the aluminium and cheese companies were in bed together. "But there are billions of internet pages out there on the subject! dot coms even! These aren't just geocities sites, any fool can start a geocities site and write some crap about aluminium and cheese. But dot coms... you can't deny solid proof like that!" She was funny. She thought we were friends. How wrong she was.*

Other than that... seen a couple of movies, read a couple of books. Spent this afternoon play with a wood chipper while I should have been in bed. It was so satisfying feeding the sticks through and having them come out in tiny little pieces at the end. Whiiirrr... KYYCHUKKAKYYCHUKKA-THUNK.... whiiiirrr.

Um, and I think I had other stuff to write about as well, with content. But I can't remember it. You just wasted a good couple of minutes of your life. Sucker.

*This is by no means a thorough recollection of the night.

Wednesday 16 June
I am sick sick sick. So sick. Well not really, just more of a stuffed up nose and general nausea thing. What's new? Anyway while I'm on a computer I may as well steal something from Grace's journal!

From Liberty to Grace to me (and their were probably some more people before that).

Take your LJ username and replace each letter with the corresponding number (A=1, B=2, etc...). If your name contains numbers, you'll need to convert them to letters first before you can convert to numbers.
journal = 10, 15, 21, 18, 14, 1 and 12

Add all of the numbers together to create a kind of super number.
10 + 15 + 21 + 18 + 14 + 1 + 12 = 91

Make a note of the first digit of this number, then add the digits of the number together.
First digit = 9
The digits added together = 10

Find the post of this number in your LJ. If you don't have that many posts, add the digits together again. Keep doing so until the number is smaller than your pathetic number of posts.
Sunday 9 November - an awkward apology.

Take the digit you noted in step 3, and count that many words into the post.
The word is 'point'.

6) Use the resulting word in a Google Image Search, and select a picture from the first page. Post the results for us all to see:

Awesome!

Friday 11 June
Wonderful Surprise
Yesterday we went to see Harry Potter 3. It was good. Really I had the most unexciting reaction to it ever. While Ronnie and Benjamin were chewing over the small details and making detailed comparisons with both the book and the other two movies, I just thought it was good. I liked the book better, but the movie was good. That was it. Yay. Anyhow, at this time Grace returned my clothes from Woodley's 16th (don't ask) in a rather small box. I didn't open it on the spot because it seemed rather rude, I assumed my underwear would be in there and I imagined the box to be so crammed full of my clothes as I would never actually get them back in. Not true. The box which I assumed to be absolutely crammed full of my clothing (I just couldn't accept that they would fit in such a small space) was actually only about half full of my clothing and the other half was a wonderful collection of random items that Grace had handpicked especially. There was a returned CD, a single entitled "(I Hate) Everything About You" by a band called "Three Days Grace" that I was supposed to not take personally, socks! (wonderful, comfortable, blue and red striped socks), a packet of mi goreng, a UQ bookmark and lollipop, a picture of two very attractive women which might even replace the Kirsten Dunst I have above my bed, two Belushi's free cocktails vouchers just in case I ever want to drink again, an advertisement for a KISS concert long passed, a Direct Savings docket and she even returned my hair elastics. My God. That was the coolest, most unexpected present ever. What did I ever do to deserve this? Was she grateful that I vomited all over her bathroom floor? She even washed my vomit-soaked clothing! And to think I just returned her stuff in a plastic bag. Thank you Grace!

Wednesday 9 June
Harriet's Hairpolish HaccrostiC
Sick, fully
Hit me with shiny
Igloo
Niggaz shine too, so do fagz
Eggplant is no better than shine

Wednesday 9 June
Hey everyone! Sgee's band's playing on Friday night at the East Brisbane Bowls Club at about 7:00 and you should all come! Because they're really awesome, if not a little short on songs. And I've heard that the drummer's hot.

Tuesday 8 June
Life's pretty good right now. Not out of the ordinary, just good. I like that.

Sunday 6th June
Last night was Woodley's 16th surprise party! It was an uber-cool night. The highlight of the night was definitely the rap battle with the next-door neighbours. Grace had her dictaphone with her so bug her for a copy, it's hilarious. "Hey this kid's sixteen he can beat box... in his street socks. Socks invisible, it's almost like they're not there at all." "I'm from Middle Park, it's lonely cold and.. um.. mean."

I got absolutely shit-faced, which was pretty uncool. I'm actually fairly ashamed about it, just because I don't like the fact that I put myself in a situation where I could no longer look after myself and I put my friends in a situation where instead of doing pleasant party things they had to look after the vomiting heap on the bathroom floor. It was, I imagine, unpleasant all around and worse yet it was all extremely avoidable. I do like the fact, however, that they did look after me. I am extremely grateful for whatever it was that they did to get me off that bathroom floor and into bed. It completely rocks having friends who care.

Today was spent hanging around post-party with Grace and Sgee and then a Sunday afternoon at Jon's. Jon and I were discussing the future and it seems probable that we'll all end up in Melbourne, just we have to get our schooling done up here first. That's cool, I can handle that if it means Melbourne at the end. Jon wants from the future "a good job, good friends, a nice house and maybe a kid." That's so cool. Which I think is what brought us onto the discussion of the "group kid". Not only does that crack me up in its improbable weirdness (I can imagine the conversation now: "OK, we'll impregnate Rachel with.. who do you reckon has the most stable sperm? And then it can live at Megan and David's during the week and we can share it around on weekends.") but it just seems like a really cool, gross idea. Jon suggested that to achieve this we all live in two houses next to each other and swap around according to who hates who at the moment. Such terrible ideas, but fun ones.

And for all those of you who care I went to the video store this afternoon and found Mary-Kate and Ashley Do Rome or whatever it's called. I am very excited about this and am now going to watch it now!

Sunday 6th June
Counting Crows
1 is for sorrow
2 is for joy
3 is for a girl
4 is for a boy
5 is for silver
6 is for gold
7 is for a secret never to be told

Gooooo Grace!

Friday 04 June
You know if you wrote a book nowadays about a girl who ends up marrying her rapist it would probably be seen as a cutting edge. A metaphor for our relationship with capitalism or something. It would, at the very least, be seen as an unnecessarily shocking delve into the darkest corners of modern life. The Daily Express reviews "A Lamp is Heavy" by Sheila MacKay Russell as "A very funny, touching book." Good Housekeeping reviews it as having "all the delicious farce of 'Doctor in the House'". And I'm not denying it, it did have all these qualities until she Married Her Rapist. There is so much that I don't miss about the fifties.
Did anyone else notice that I started this month with a triptych*? It's spreading...

*-like-thing

Friday 4 June
This is what my cooking's like:
Today for breakfast I decided to make a toasted cheese sandwich, but instead of cheese I thought I'd experiment and use pumpkin soup instead. When I went to put the pumpkin soup on the bread it turned out to not be pumpkin soup but some kind of chicken curry. I used it anyway. For some reason the end product tasted kind of like Naan. Delicious!

Thursday 3 June
hardcore evanescence pineapple

This is how hardcore I am:

I spent this evening simultaneously using two computers, because one wasn't doing what I needed fast enough.

In other big news:

I ran into an old friend the other day (friend, stalker - same diff*) and not only is he the gross caricature of suave Elton John right down to the black leather gloves, but he's also an evanescence fan! A real live EVANESCENCE FAN!!!! I've finally met one and it's freaking Spider Stevie! You've got to love how these things work out.

And:

I've discovered a pineapple flavoured softdrink. And it's freaking beautiful. Actually it tastes a lot like the pineapple mush in the centre of the chocolates that we used to get for 5c from the Brunswick St newsagent and adore. Heaven.

*Still gold. Why do we forget these sayings? How do we forget these sayings?