ok. sometimes i get insanely obsessively compulsively picky about things that are irrelevant. Like tonight, its the fact that people think that Charles Manson was/is a serial killer. I found the serial killers group on sg and got all excited, even though Charlie is the group picture (and im fascinated by charlie and serial killers and so on but charlie is not a serial killer, nor was Ed Gein but dont get me started on that one). I dont want to be mean, considering i just joined the goddamn group and the rest of the topics are great. But for some ridiculous reason i constantly feel the need to defend Charlie, even though, seriousley he is a, okay. I wont go there. I dont idolise him OR worship him in anyway. Just have this thing that is uncanny and unexplainable.
Moving right along.
I have lost the moon, yes that is correct the moon has removed itself from my sky. This is literal not metaphorical. I got home from the gym, noticed how beautiful the crescent moon was tonight surrounded by tiny little stars (the stars are dead before their light reaches us) & I went out about five minutes ago to take a photograph of it, and it has gone. It is no longer in sight. I went out front, and out back and i did a full 360 scope of my visible skyline, walked up and down the street in my pyjamas (pink tracky daks and a pink flamingo hotel las vegas tee) and it has GONE. It is hiding from me. My mother declared that it is not the moon that has gone but my sanity.
Talking about moons, has anyone seen a short film/musical called one night the moon its fucking brilliant. Honestly, it is just amazing, it stars Paul Kelly, dont laugh Australians who may laugh, he is really really great in it. Im not usually one for the outback drama, but this is different. This is so incredibly cleverly done and well put together.
today
I did one of my favourite activities and spent the morning in the state library studying. Yes, this is one of the reasons i am the uber nerd. I love libraries, especially state libraries because they are just a wealth of information. I have decided that once university finishes in the summer im going to spend lots and lots of time sitting and reading in the library because there are shelves of books that I so need to read (and would never buy). I love taking phrases and words and bits of jumbled language and syntax that is both aesthetically and metaphorically beautiful, writing them down then mixing them up for some kind of literary collage. Its fun.
But unfortunatley today I was researching my essay for Australian Textual Studies (ugh, not a choice subject, needed it to complete my credit points for my major).
Then i met Andy for lunch, and the sun remained non-aggressive long enough to enjoy it for awhile. I really would enjoy the sun and summer SO much more if the sun werent so aggressive down here, it just burns as soon as it touches my skin and i feel myself going pink (not a good pink) then red, then I burn and peel and blister and its not pretty.
I went into myer with the aim of drooling over technology I can not afford (e.g. ibooks) BUT was stopped by a new limited time display at the oh so alluring mac counter. Where $35 later I came away with a big grin and a tiny tube of fuscia cream, as eyeshadow it works a hot pink treat. Then, on a whim I bought silly plastic beads because they reminded me of Mardi Gras beads that I never got around to buying in NOLA. I got a pack that had one strand of pink, purple and a yellow (gross) so I'll toss the yellow, or give it to one of my little cousins and keep the other two.
well, glasshouse time.
xx
Moving right along.
I have lost the moon, yes that is correct the moon has removed itself from my sky. This is literal not metaphorical. I got home from the gym, noticed how beautiful the crescent moon was tonight surrounded by tiny little stars (the stars are dead before their light reaches us) & I went out about five minutes ago to take a photograph of it, and it has gone. It is no longer in sight. I went out front, and out back and i did a full 360 scope of my visible skyline, walked up and down the street in my pyjamas (pink tracky daks and a pink flamingo hotel las vegas tee) and it has GONE. It is hiding from me. My mother declared that it is not the moon that has gone but my sanity.
Talking about moons, has anyone seen a short film/musical called one night the moon its fucking brilliant. Honestly, it is just amazing, it stars Paul Kelly, dont laugh Australians who may laugh, he is really really great in it. Im not usually one for the outback drama, but this is different. This is so incredibly cleverly done and well put together.
today
I did one of my favourite activities and spent the morning in the state library studying. Yes, this is one of the reasons i am the uber nerd. I love libraries, especially state libraries because they are just a wealth of information. I have decided that once university finishes in the summer im going to spend lots and lots of time sitting and reading in the library because there are shelves of books that I so need to read (and would never buy). I love taking phrases and words and bits of jumbled language and syntax that is both aesthetically and metaphorically beautiful, writing them down then mixing them up for some kind of literary collage. Its fun.
But unfortunatley today I was researching my essay for Australian Textual Studies (ugh, not a choice subject, needed it to complete my credit points for my major).
Then i met Andy for lunch, and the sun remained non-aggressive long enough to enjoy it for awhile. I really would enjoy the sun and summer SO much more if the sun werent so aggressive down here, it just burns as soon as it touches my skin and i feel myself going pink (not a good pink) then red, then I burn and peel and blister and its not pretty.
I went into myer with the aim of drooling over technology I can not afford (e.g. ibooks) BUT was stopped by a new limited time display at the oh so alluring mac counter. Where $35 later I came away with a big grin and a tiny tube of fuscia cream, as eyeshadow it works a hot pink treat. Then, on a whim I bought silly plastic beads because they reminded me of Mardi Gras beads that I never got around to buying in NOLA. I got a pack that had one strand of pink, purple and a yellow (gross) so I'll toss the yellow, or give it to one of my little cousins and keep the other two.
well, glasshouse time.
xx
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I take it you've heard Roger Avery - director of Rules Of Attraction - has been working on an adaptation of Glamorama for a while now. How fucking amazing would that be if he actually does it? What a weird fuckin' movie that would be. I have no idea how they could film it, but I support Avery trying.
The core units at Sydney are just media subjects, which bites. I think I've written one - maybe two - creative things at uni in three years. Stupid Sydney. What was I thinking?
And yes, I was TOTALLY thinking location! location! location! Way too much. It is quite a pretty campus. But I really should've gone to UTS. Or something else.