Archive for July 2010

hello and brb, k?

My computer is broken and hopefully father dearest finds the receipt so that we may get a claim on warranty and have a spangly new one by next week or so hmmm.... in my blogging absence you should listen to this song ten trillion times. Cool?

Forks and Knives (La FĂȘte)- Beirut


Last night I dreamt that I dreamt I was lying to everyone about having a life threatening disease which I acquired from bin-diving for Tiny Teddys. Then I dreamt that I dreamt I was five months pregnant. During my sleep I'd constantly switch between the two and it was nauseating, like Groundhog day or something. Finally, I woke up when I realised that all this stuff was bullshit- completely out of character for me. And I don't know, I think there's a message in this whole thing but I'm not sure... just thought I'd say hi those in Bloglandia. Blogville? Blognovia?

public service announcement

School holidays are great in that you can do nothing and nothing will be of consequence. My lack of coordination, on the other hand, means I can do anything and something will be of consequence for anyone within ten metres radius. So with this is mind, you ought to lock up everyone you know who's head you don't want see impaled with a ski pole because I'm going on a ski trip til the end of the week so I can go back to school with proof that I have a life, I suppose.
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My cousin is currently going through that "indie or bust" musical phase that *1/10 of teens go through. So far, it's been really nice- people can now walk into her room without having a black man demanding they shake their junk and spank a ho. I'm just dreading the part where she becomes slightly pretentious about it, condemning anyone that takes delight in the top forty to hell and throwing the words "sell out" around like it's a freakin' rent-paying duty! I say all this from experience because I was one of these kids in Year 8, the worst type too: disowning bands after hearing their music in a department store's pet food aisle as quickly as I found them on page 100 of MySpace music.

Admitting it always makes me feel a bit douchey. I mean, if you truly loved an artist you'd take delight in their music whether it be in your den or in the company of thousands in a sweaty stadium, now wouldn't you? And if a song voluntarily makes you gyrate and shout "honey got a booty like pow pow pow" to the digression of your musical purist friends then so be it! -the only crime here would be your popping and locking. Restricting yourself to unsigned bands is like eating at the same restaurant for the rest of your life and being that person who everyone thinks is introspective but is really just arrogant and bored with everything, like Kristen Stewart, y'know? Wow that analogy died a little bit. Anyway, just go out and love what you love for no other reason than the fact that it makes you happy is alls I'm saying...


yep, this man right 'ere:

Salvador Dali Pictures, Images and PhotosSleep- Le Sommeil, 1937Metamorphosis of Narcissusvia, 1937

Everything Mr. Salvador Dali did was so decadent. Somedays I wish he were still alive in his moustachey glory, that we were the best of friends and that I could ring him up to have wholesome conversations about our dreams, about how symbolism is a bitch and then arrange to see some avant garde theatre.


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"A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely."

--Roald Dahl

...hope you're having a magnificent Saturday:)

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