Monday, September 28, 2009
Also, i wasnt happy with my last post.
It lacked depth.
And had the stench of exhaustion and time written all over it.
I just watched the most bizarre yet catchy set of videos i have ever seen on YouTube.
I was referenced by Peaches Geldof.
It is an "artist" man called Tonetta who describes himself as:
*59 years old.
*young at heart
* ready to mate.
I spritzed myself with Jessica Moss' brothers perfume before and I am loving it. I feel like im on a date with a 15 year old boy and he is thinking about holding my hand and is slightly embarrased at the age difference. haha.
There is something about Dashboard Confessional.
Sure- it was the shittest concert ive ever been to. I had some crazy blonde screaming the lyrics in my ear all night and had had 5 No Doze and heart palpatations wayyyy before the encore.
But they always seem to set the mood perfectly and bring me back to when I was 16 and driving around in Jess' little green car, maybe to Saratoga or something and then all the way to now, sitting at the Haven with Bridie and watching whales and having a marlboro.
"we're not 21
but the sooner we are
the sooner the fun
get out your fake eyelashes
and fake I.D.s
and real distasters ensue,
its cool to take these chances
its cool to fake romances
& grow up fast."
I think I'm going to get a beer tonight.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
it makes my nachos spicy. Also good with poached eggs and spinach.
The Colour of Sydney:
Those are three things that have changed my week. But today is Monday, a new week and I wonder what will fall into my lap from the heavens? Right now, its nothing but ringing telephones that I cant answer and no shower yet and no lunch and no idea on how to knock up a 3000 word essay for Wednesday.
All i want to do is smoke some cigarettes in the sun with a bloody mary and TABASCO, surrounded in a fine layer of DUST and listen to LED ZEPPELIN.
There was no real point to this blog, but it can be used in further studies associated with procrastination and youths.
I hate people who say they procrastinate.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Ive been watching copious amounts of the show 'Californication' for two reasons:
1. It romanticises Los Angeles.
2. I have a weird X Files based thing for David Duchovny.
what a name...David Duchovny. It makes the name David look pretty bad ass. small eyes.
Ive been killing time a lot lately with no real direction and contrary to popular belief...its not fun.
Ive been making mistakes
Perhaps just recently turning 21 has added to this process of self exploration and contemplation of what i SHOULD have done and where i SHOULD be.
but i ask, who is the one to judge what people are doing with their own lives? cant we just all do what we want if it makes us happy? what makes others believe that they have it all worked out?
i dont believe anyone does at this point.
all i know when i think about what i want to do, where i want to be, and who i am it comes down to one thing:
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW.
im back to that point where i would love just one crystalised moment when everything falls into place. But i am almost self-destructively romantic in the way i view everything.
This has turned into a pretty deep discussion from beginning with Californication. Back to that- the insanely sexual basis of the show mixed with a soundtrack that would bring Jim Morrison to his knees is exactly what i feel like right now and feeds into the reincarnated part of my psyche where I am a groupie on sunset strip circa 1968.
POINT: I want to go to L.A.