October 2010
35 posts
unrelated, i’d like to turn the hue up on my life
unrelated, i’m planning on going to the registry and changing my name to camille.
today i realised i do things backward. i sabotage the pursuit of who i want, i resist doing the things that bring me satisfaction, i rush into things knowingly and bask in the afterspray of regret, i seem to be unable to say no in situations that i know i should, and i’m left high and dry afterward with a dangerous, eerie calm.
you must pay for your pleasure
easy to recall the day i wasn’t young anymore. my youth fell away like a wooden night sky background on a low budget set. it was nice.. a good day really. my american-dream childhood of 2.5 kids, family holidays and a golden retriever just began to slip. estranged siblings, estranged parents, moving house, financial woes and the garden beds growing wild and woolly. whenever i go to that...
natalie and i have been best friends for 15 years. my earliest memory is walking home from school in kindy to the beat of her phone number, because i didn’t know how to write it down. 5 2, 3! 2, 7, 0. 5 2, 3! 2, 7, 0. 5 2, 3! 2, 7, 0,
crazy gypsy woman. last night ma made us cocktails and we decided to take 136 photos on my iphone. highlights ensue.
i...
so so good
@lukeperry, you’re so washed up
it was so cold at christmas that we put the champagne outside rather than in the fridge, as to chill it quicker.
Anonymous asked: Do said jewels occasionally get caught in your throat?
i hate glee, which is why i love this.
things that are embarrassing that i adore: instrumental scores from films. highlights include aaron zigman, alexandre desplat and gabriel yared. i wish my life was accompanied by soft piano..
see the scene that accompanies this song here.
today’s weather was just devestatingly gorgeous. i’d forgotten how nice it is to sit within sunlight and smother myself gluttonously in warm hazy rays. definitely satisfied with a warm sleepy late lunch of alfresco dining, sipping latte and discussing computer games, the movie inception and christianity as a whole with my brother. am now planning to download itunes and be generally...
while we’re on the topic of bad quality panoramics taken on my phone, this is barcelona and paris from the highest point possible without animorphing into a bird or a bat or an insect.
this month i applied for uni and i selected university of sydney as my first preference (mostly because the place looks like hogwarts). anyway i’m not really expecting an acceptance as i needed a 97 and i am a 91. but what if i do get accepted by some strange force of magic #alohomora? i just realised i’m not sure how i’d feel or what i’d do.. it’d be nice to be at...
tomorrow’s goals:
1. renew Ls licence. can i call it a licence if i can’t use it to drive? mum says no. 2. have lunch with my dad and brother, discuss big issues like we matter, drink too much coffee and laugh too shrillily as a result. 3. ring allphones and demand they put an iphone aside for me. living without any music these last few weeks has proven to be the most simple path to...
reblogged my favourite posts from my old blog, some vague retrospective on the last twelve months..
my diary: surveys are so myspace circa 04 →
blankwallsidlehands:
For your last kiss, were your eyes closed and did you have to be on your tip toes? my eyes were closed but no tip toes. How often do you honestly say “I wanna die”? never to be honest. something’s better than nothing. Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to? i don’t think…
my diary: my night floats on, my life floats on →
slowly, quietly, trickling thoughts, smoggy iced nights, hazy days, blinking world, muted television, muted voices, pressing silence, playing a blank tape full blast, a tap funnels a drip of water, misty windows, cold silent bedframes and a note drifts through the air from a wandering wind,
a…
my diary: fucking →
being naked. porn, tits, ass. what’s the time? 1960?
the 2 years that just ran past pickpocketed me of youthly haziness. laying naked next to some skinbag of bones with a slippery grin blossumed an exhilarating, blood-squealing insolence. hallways are coming into focus, let’s fuck. ladies pout…
my diary: anonymous →
and we’re all dirty and glamorous and beautiful and young and choking on vomit from our body rejecting the poisons our minds are wailing and flailing and screaming for and posing for the right pictures in the right poses for the right people and they’re writing scripts about our lives and we’re…
i draw portraits
blankwallsidlehands:
why do i make a hundred blogs and never commit to them in the long run? probably has ties with my childhood inability to keep a diary. moment when i decide this is the one i’ll post regularly to in 3, 2, 1..
i definitely promised myself i wouldn’t create a blog until i purchased my dream computer. but why wait? my life is all about waiting right now, waiting for the money i’m working for today, waiting for the apartment to become avaliable (‘The Apartment’ ie my dream place), waiting for my ridiculous online shopping spree to reveal itself in my letterbox (proverbial, i...
