Sunday 30 May
I haven't touched a computer for so long that it doesn't even feel like they're a part of my life anymore. I just spent the last hour or so catching up on all the online journals I usually read. Interesting stuff.

The coolest thing that happened to me recently is that I saw Dave McCormack and the Polaroids. That's not just good, it's WOAH! Like I thought it was just going to be some so-so event with maybe one not-so-good version of a Custard song and then a whole heap of other songs that sounded like they were from the Titanics, but instead it was Dave McCormack's legendary performance skills coming to the fore as he sang approximately six of my favourite Custard songs and a host of brilliant new songs that were just different enough from Custard to capture my interest while still being undoubtedly the work of the godly Dave himself. Very exciting. And even more exciting was the fact that the keyboardist for the Polaroids is none other than Cameron Bruce himself, who is none other than the pianist for "Gud" (Paul McDermott's best comedy work since the Dougs) who I had a ten minute crush on during the Gud performance because he was "SO COOL!" Another thing I enjoyed about the gig was noticing the fact that Dylan McCormack is quite literally an extremely pale guy from standing so long in the shadow of his older brother. He's the bassist (an average bassist) of the Polaroids and he doesn't even have good hair. I really shouldn't pay him out because he co-wrote some of Custard's best songs, but I think I just did. Poor Dylan. Also I liked hanging out with the Coffeeman and Sgee's friend Dave who has allegedly liked Custard since he was ten but wasn't really enjoying the Polaroids because he was hanging out for cigarettes. Coffeeman and I seem to have reached some kind of agreement quite recently which I hope is a good thing. He sent me an SMS which I seemingly misinterpreted but really I just didn't know what to say because it was one of those things that leave you gasping for air like you've just been smacked in the guts or something. I hope he doesn't hate me over that. I always get worried over SMSs. Like too worried. When you're sending an SMS it all seems so casual you think that (or I think that) nothing you could ever write in an SMS would ever matter. But a lot of the time the things you say in SMSs do matter and quite a lot, because due to the nature of SMSs they're quite often to the point. And things in most other mediums - and it's often the case that you'll send an SMS to a person who you usually communicate with through other mediums - are so often not to the point. The meeting of these two worlds scares me. And that's what worries me about SMSs.

Umm, and some other stuff happened. Like interesting and significant stuff that I would otherwise be inclined to write about, but I've been on this computer too long so goodnight! And goodnight to Autumn for I imagine this will be my last post in May. I have very much enjoyed your company and I do hope we meet again.

Sunday 23 May
It's like all of my favourite Romy and Michele moments on one CD!
The events of my week and how I rate them:
Work: OK
Staying with Ronnie: Great
Milksome breasts: hilarious
Going to the gig: Horrible (three and a half hours of public transport, missing 1981 and Death:Wolf) with a steep ascent to stellar fun and finding out why Rory is so good
Hillary and Thom's cocktail party: good
Adventures with Sgee and Coffeeman: Wholesome fun
Meeting Travis Glister: fun but also a let down
That drunk artist guy: laughing
Talking to Brett, misinterpreting a comment and defensively explaining that our group's not like him and we-like-to-accept-our-friends-on-how-they-really-are-and-not-on-their-worst-moments: Huge smile. Huge smile because I'm fairly sure that this is what we're like and because I could think of like a million bad points of people and how much I couldn't care less. It's like I accepted them as whole people or something. And I'm fairly sure I'm not alone in this because otherwise "the group" as it stands probably wouldn't have stuck together at all. It's like we value our friendships too much to care what horrible people we sometimes all are. And this doesn't mean that nobody hates each other, just that they hate each other over disagreements they've had or whatever not just because it predictably turned out that other people have a dark side.
I had to go home at this point because my week wasn't going to get any better.

Home's nice.

Sunday 16 May
At the moment I'm really down in the most boring way imaginable. It's weird, usually when I get down there's a certain amount of enjoyment in it as I get angstier and angstier and laugh my little self through the days. At the moment all I'm doing is not being happy about stuff, especially when I'm alone. Which is crap because up until like a second ago I really enjoyed being alone. And now when people ask what I do, all I can tell them is that I work in a discount store.

Thursday 13 May 2004
Two movies made me cry today and both were completely crap. The first was Death of a Cheerleader. That's right, I cried in Death of a Cheerleader. A new low. Death of a Cheerleader is, as the name suggests, a movie about a complete teen popularity wannabe who stabs a cheerleader. Based on a true story! The stabbing bit was cool, I liked the general sentiment of that bit, but I didn't like the part where I was sucked into the film's "social comment" about how her trial was a media circus and she was really the victim of the "culture of success." What the fuck kind of girl listens to a principal go on (in front of, might I add, a huge sign that quite weirdly read "PRIDE=EXCELLENT") about wanting to be the best and then go "yeah! I want to be the best! I'm going to worm my way into the popular group!" and then stabs the leader of the popular group when she doesn't get her own way? I really do agree with the stabbing sentiment, but why waste your time sucking up first? Argh! I can't believe that I felt sorry for her in the end. She was so fucking holier-than-thou-I-killed-a-girl,-is-that-so-wrong? YES! YES IT IS! You're the fucking Christian, do I have to spell it out for you? Anyway, it was crap. And I can't believe I watched it, much less cried in it.

The second movie I cried in was Life as a House. I guess that's not so unusual, but I hate that I cried because there are parts of that movie I don't agree with. Specifically the part where he became heterosexual and stopped wearing make-up when he became a "good kid." Sure he had a bad attitude and it was lovely to see him smiling in the end, but if I wanted to see someone fold on their ideals like that I'd do it the fun way with jabbing sticks, a public place and a cage. I can see that he was just being gay to get at his folks, but I guess I don't like the way that a lot of teen's "moms" would watch that and take all homosexuality as that. "Alright, if I make him build a house maybe he'll give me grandkids." Clearly not because that's what the movie's saying, but because that's what they want to believe. I don't like to see their beliefs reinforced like that, they're freaking reinforced enough already. And yes, that movie made me cry as well. Freaking Hollywood.

In the latest Haiku trend to grip the nation (no, really, I've had two groups of people I know get into them. Weird.) I wrote my good friend Genevieve two for her 18th birthday. They are as follows:

You are eighteen now.
Excepting the poorly dressed,
All doors are open.

You are eighteen now.
Take control of your I.D.,
Soar like an eagle.

*Tear* I hope she likes them.

Tuesday 11/06/04
Mixin' it up
Today I dressed up as Grace and everyone said I was really pretty!

Just then I talked to my sister for the first time since she left and she hasn't changed at all. This isn't really that surprising, because it's only been a couple of weeks and it's not like Helen's one non-stop change machine. She's even still got her Australian accent, which is nice. We talked about how her friends who went with her on the tour are mothering her, how the cost of an hour of internet is about one month of dial-up here and there was a run-down of all the food she's eaten since she left. She told me about something called "Kontiki time" which makes me fear Kontiki. Speaking of, isn't the idea of your thoughts being constantly broadcast over the television networks a terrifying one? I think it is.

Did you spot the lie?

Monday 10 May 2004
When I lived in Yamanto there was nowhere you could hit a ball that you couldn't go. Now when I hit a ball too far it leads to trespass. I don't hit balls around too often nowadays.
A guy like you should wear a warning. How good is Toxic by Britney Spears!

Friday 7 May
Better than good.
I had a very good day. I ran into Harriet at lunchtime and in a very primary school moment she said I could have some of her peanut butter sandwich and I offered her some of my mandarin and corn crackers. We both ended up with happy grins on our faces and milk moustaches. A2 milk moustaches. Yes, that's right, I had A2 milk. A2 fucking milk! And it was free! It was everything they claim it to be and more. It was "better than good." It was the perfect balance between full cream milk and skim milk and it didn't make me sick. It also made me realise how much I had missed milk and hypothesise about A2 milk icecream - delicious, creamy and doesn't sit horribly in my stomach. A wonderful milk experience.
Could my day have gotten any better? Well, yes! After hanging around with Harriet and Thom (Tom?) for a while I went back to work. On the way back I ran into Sgee and Kirri and grabbed some more A2 milk. Sgee tried it and said it was "good" clearly missing the logo and the entire delight of the experience due to his general milk snobbery. Then all my co-workers noticed the free milk and tried it and agreed to its general goodness. Fuelled by A2 milk the working environment was pleasant and sociable. Good songs were playing on the radio. Almost all the customers were pleasant and some even stayed around to chat about interesting but not alarming conversation topics. Hardly anybody paid with a $50 note and most of the customers were pleasing to look at, if not attractive. After work I engaged in a pleasant social encounter with the ever-accomodating Coffeeman and his lovely girlfriend Tamara. Both the conversation and the dinner were tasteful. Though not as tasteful as A2 milk. I left the house feeling that I knew them both better as people. Indeed I felt better about the world. Even the louts who harrassed me at Mt Ommaney did so with the minimum of bad language and were conveniently interrupted by my father in our milky-white car driving up to save the day.
I am certain that since my encounter with A2 milk I am a superior person with better moral judgement. I know a little more about life but now have the good grace to share this knowledge only when it is asked for. Some would say that I was holy in the way that I am wise and humble. All this from the yappish little pre-convert I was this morning. A2 milk has changed my life.

Thursday 6 May
See the witch fly through space
On the moon she has her base!

Flying a kite at night was as wonderful as I thought it would be.
But backtracking: Yesterday when I saw Ronnie I noticed that he was glowing, which was all rather nice. Ronnie, Grace and I went to scriptwriting and then Grace and I went back to her house and then eventually we all ended up at Ronnie's house.
Flying a kite at night was as wonderful as I thought it would be. And hanging out with Grace and Ronnie was even better.

The most dramatic events of today, in chronological order:
->A shellshocked woman buying a hat because she'd just found out that she had cancer.
->A frustrated woman saying "le prix, le prix!" and me having to serve her in French. Cool as!
->Something in the middle of that which I forgot.
I did see many people that I knew today, which was nice. I saw Hannah and sexy Ben at lunchtime, Samm a bit after that, and then Liberty and Rachel, and then someone who I callously forgot oh God I'm inhuman and then Lena. Oh and I waved at Liz. A lot. She knows how to wave that girl. I hung out and caught the train home with Lena, which was just like highschool without all the horrible actually having to go to highschool stuff, which was nice. She genuinely loves All Hallows' and highschool and stuff like that which is something like a breath of fresh air. In fact she loves life and all the good things about it a lot so hanging out her is rather like hanging out under an oxygen mask or on a mountainside. You can even get a little light-headed. I can't wait for her party, it's going to be A-1 capital fun!