beach & other updates

*Don't worry, I'm not about to start taking photos of nothing to add to the decoration of this blog. This is the sunset basically at the end of my street; my friend & I went down & watched 'Tinky Pink Clouds.' I came to the conclusion that I needed to take more photos in my life, because I'll regret it if I don't.

MUSIC things:
- I'm listening to Incubus' old cd 'Morning View' and remembering how much I loved it & especially Aqueous Transmission, track 13.
- I remember playing this cd on repeat & Mum wanting me to add track 13 to her iTunes
- While we're on the topic of mothers, Mum was playing Flying Lotus (it was on PBS) in her car the other day!!!
- I LOVE DJ Manchild's show, "The Breakdown" on PBS
- My work plays the same 30 songs on repeat. KILL ME. As much as I used to love Jebediah, I've heard "Leaving Home' about 100 times in the last month. I'm impressed to hear that the Big W soundtrack has, of late, included Kings of Convenience & Andrew Bird & Bright Eyes (circa I'm Wide Awake It's Morning, mind you) but the repetitiveness is an overkill. Give it a rest.

OTHER UPDATES
- I feel like I'm 18 again & behaving like I'm 18. At nightclubs. In Russel St. On wog night (??? need to consult possible wog acquaintances ???) Shit.
- 24 Moons in ACDC Lane, Melbourne, is a great place to hang out. And dance and shit.
- I'm running on 4am - 7am sleep right now. And alcohol. And espresso.
- I hate irregular periods.
- Never, ever, ever, wear cheap heels on a night out again. 7 hours in shit heels = not intelligent. Working 8 hours on my feet just a mere few hours later in possibly even worse, old worn shoes is also not ideal. Next time, avoid taking shoes off 30 mins before close. Apparently this means I resemble a 'goon.'
- I'm taking emo photos of myself again. Clearly I'm bored & need to do something constructive with my time off.




nighty night. It's midnight & at 4am today (technically its Sunday now) I would've had 3 hours sleep in the last 24 hours. I'm not interested in a record & my eyes are literally watering from the pain now. So goodnight folks xx

ps: the emo photos I mentioned will never, ever, ever, be posted on this blog/the internet in general. Except for the one that gets the luxury of being my new facebook profile picture. Go figure.

my excessive use of social networking websites

I've come to the conclusion that this blog is turning into my replacement facebook; it's no longer "cool" to update your facebook status every 2 hours, so I have to let everything out on this blog instead. Also, I'm conscious of annoying the shit out of people because I do wish to continue stalking everyone - privacy settings SUCK. This of course involves looking at all their photos & what they "like" and where they went to school/uni & where they work & where they "check in" and who they become "friends" with until I'm forced, due to procrastination, to apply the same treatment to the friends we don't have in common. Occasionally this gets awkward, because you go places & recognize people you've stalked and sometimes it's a little bit of a star-struck moment but its becoming somewhat socially acceptable ("oh you must be so and so...yes, we saw the photos...nice to meet you!")Ah well.


Last night's episode of Nurse Jackie, wherein the Dr. Cooper "tweets" throughout the episode (although I still can't get out of the habit of calling him Dr.Carlisle from the Twilight series) reminded me that once upon a time I did create a twitter...I visited this account today & remembered why I hated it. I always write too much, not too little, so twitter will never be for me. I like looking at the photos that celebrities like Lindsay Lohan & the cast-members of Skins post of themselves, though, so I might keep the account just for that.

I'm actually quite proud of myself because today I haven't spend THAT that much time on the computer. I've read 100 + pages of "The Fraction of the Whole" and I've watched 4 episodes of Weeds, minimum distraction. I've been for a five kilometre walk. I've got more than 5 words of the 'Target' out of the age. I've slept & I've had 3 different cups of herbal tea. I didn't prance around the house in little hotshorts like I did yesterday (it wasn't an especially warm day), which resulted in no more embarrassing comments from my mother regarding my 'hot legs.' Jesus. Shudder. No, my mother's new iPhone does not need a photo of my legs.

I'm pissed off its a public holiday because I really, really want the 2 dresses I ordered off Market HQ to come because I possibly want to wear one of them on Friday night & I've been waiting on 4 cds for ages and the excitement is killing me. I also missed RRR's "Breaking & Entering" on Monday afternoon which frustrates me so much; I missed interviews with Warpaint & Beach House. waaaaaaaah. I'll live.

Anyway, I think I might go blast my earphones for a bit longer. Bye bye xx

I've been watching a lot of Skins - Season 3 - lately...

Which reminds me how much I love this song:


Mapaputsi - Kleva


Episode 3, Thomas' episode. If only I could be bothered to find the scene where Thomas' raps at the underground dance party. Absolute gold. Maybe I've been listening to Mos Def a bit lately & that's why I've refuelled my love for this song.

a note from the Skins Music guy - referenced from Ep 5 ("Freddie"), when Freddie listens to Boards of Canada

"That’s more like it Freddie – although Jimi and The Clash are good – BoC are amazing. If you’re listening to BoC aged 16 you’re well on course for a miserable life as a music fan. Come join the club Freddie it’s loads of fun, honest"


hahahaha. At 16 I was listening to Dashboard & Brand New & Death Cab & TBS. Followed by Alanis Morissette & old-skool Silverchair. NOSTALGIA

"about me"

I copied this from... somewhere. It's unusual. Select people can probably work it out. I'm told it's crazy, whatever, I don't care. I was bored at the time & I always write waaaaaay too much anyway. As of now, I'm procrastinating & avoiding cleaning my room. The new excuse I tell my mother is "I'm deliberately waiting until the end of Feburary, cos then it'll still be clean in March when uni starts"

About me? big on (alternative) music. Basically the first thing I look at/for is your taste in music, if it isn't great, well, I won't keep reading. Next: my dog, and lots of herbal tea. And Coffee. Currently doing my masters after finishing my undergrad in Sociology. I walk a LOT (with my doggy, he's the love of my life, but he doesn't speak English, so...) and currently have a gym membership I pretend to use more often than I actually do. I have a shit job in retail that I can't wait to leave at the end of the year when I finish post-grad. I'm the worst navigator you'll ever meet in your life.

Generally pretty normal except I struggle with meeting new people? I'm making an effort not to bail on going out/learn how to reverse park without hitting things. I end up spending a lot of time watching tv on my laptop - either really really good tv (Six Feet Under) or really shit tv (The Hills..I know, but it makes me feel good about myself, okay? Don't judge me?). Alternatively I end up looking up music playlists on RRR/PBS & reading album reviews on Pitchfork and then downloading every single album I can find illegally before my Mum gets an email from bigpond saying we've maxed out the download limit and have 2 weeks to use 200mb...whoops.

In the real world I LOVE going to see live music & seeing friends & coffee etc etc. I like discovering new places & new music & blasting RRR in my car & just generally having fun & making memories. Not a club girl at all.

Music (no specific order)(in hopes you'll be blown away at how "cool" I am: Explosions In The Sky, Death in Vegas, The Avalanches, Radiohead, Placebo, Wu-Tang, A Tribe Called Quest, Patric Wolf, The Streets, Rufus Wainwright, Tricky, Beach House, Portishead, Massive Attack, Four Tet, Ratatat, Grizzly Bear, The Raah Project, Pikelet, CocoRosie, Neutral Milk Hotel, Kings of Convenience, The xx, Whitest Boy Alive, Zero 7, Flying Lotus, Boards of Canada, The Faint, Goldfrapp, DFA 1979, Death In Vegas, The Smiths, TV On The Radio, Deerhunter, Deerhoof, Sufjan Stevens, Air, DJ Shadow, Caribou, Cat Power, Peaches, PJ Harvey, Aphex Twin, Fever Ray, Animal Collective, Death Cab, The Kills, Andrew Bird, Bonobo, Fat Freddy's Drop, Warpaint, Best Coast, BRMC, The Black Keys, Joy Division, Gotye, Bon Iver, The Hives. Amen.


haha. shit, probs shouldn't post this.

DFA 1979?

I just read on Pitchfork that Death From Above 1979 have reunited for Coachella. If only I lived in America & could go.

Mission in life: go before I die. That is all.

won't you take me to funkytown? Melbourne-town?

**I'm actually listening to this Lipps Inc song right now...Skins 2 Soundtrack, ya'll

Nothing makes me happier than new cds, even if I don't actually spin them for months. Yay for Polyester (City Store)!!! Haha I love that I ALWAYS spend $100-$200 each time & I always get a 'that's a nice selection you've got there' comment. Ignore my gossiping girly telephone conversation whilst I was handing my selection of five cd albums over. This brings my cd album total to 412. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeezuz. I bought:

- Royksopp: Melody AM
- The Whitest Boy Alive: Dreams
- Gold Panda: Shiver
- Beach House: Beach House
- Mos Def: The Ecstatic

I am a perfect fifty-fifty cross between teenybopper & wannabe hippy indie kid. I wore a 'plum' coloured baggy t-shirt, jeans, my/Mum's brown beads (beads! I wore jewellery that wasn't gold/silver! this is a big event!) and I was listening to the Magnetic Fields on the Sandringham line because I surpass the definition of cool. Perhaps I do blast the music a bit too loud (I gave up with in-ear headphones, my ears are never the right shape)(it doesn't really matter anyway because some interesting-looking woman who got on at Balaclava sat next to me & didn't seem to mind) and then I tap my fingers/feet but try really hard not to mime...

but these kids who notice my funny finger always point & whisper to their Mum's/sister's "look at that lady, she's missing a finger'...not that I give a shit, I'm not offended etc etc but god, why do these parents just smile at me & not ask? Not apologize? Especially when they are sitting about 1 metre away from me, I mean sure, I've got headphones in, but do you really think I can't hear you?. Encourage children to be curious, ask questions by all means, but not to be rude. Okay rant over kthanksbye.

What else? Lord of the Fries make a 'sample' size chips now. This is tres exciting. I still feel sickly as ever but less so because I didn't eat as much. I've had a bit more coffee than ususal lately too & this makes me shakey but ensures I stay up till the early hours of the morning lying in bed listening to music. Okay well now I'm filling in words for the sake of it. Off to shower, Skins (British, not the other one, oh dear god that's bad) and a little bit more of 'A Fraction Of The Whole' by Steve Toltz.

Spice Girls & Cd Player!!!

Old Favourite:


Today I got a new cd player!!!
Basically I'm fucked because I'm more interested in having a cd player, I DO NOT want a cd player primarily for an iPod dock. In short, cd players are getting phased out...nothing is a multi-disc player anymore, they're all 1 disc w/ an iPod doc. Sadly I was unable to find a player (and believe me I've searched all the internet websites too) invented that has
- at least a 3-disc cd player
- iPod dock
- Radio
- Tape Player.

I've managed to get: a 5-disc player, an auxillory cord for an iPod, a tape player & radio. Panasonic. For <$300. From 'The Good Guys.' Note: David Jones Southland has THE shittest service in Melbourne. Excitement! Wow it's really sad this is more exciting for me than a lot of things. In other news, this diversion meant that cleaning my desk/room has been left to tomorrow. So. Nervous.

Black Swan. Plans for week

I've come back from seeing Black Swan & feel about 20kgs heavier. Seriously...oh, and I ate toast at 9:30pm, is that bad? And leftover rocket/fetta/avacado salad? What about my iced coffee Big M? Nina wouldn't approve. Oh well.

Brilliant movie. I'm undecided whether it's my kind of movie or whether I enjoyed it but it definitely was thrilling & I wasn't at all bored - which I often can be in movies. In short, I was scared by it & thinking to myself that the character of Nina needs to see a psychiatrist & get some anti-hallocegenics. Or something. (I'm not really that narrow & don't think psychiatric medication 'fixes' mental illness AT ALL but clearly this girl needed help & the movie was sad in that it didn't really address this. But I'm just getting all reflective & anyone who reads this blog should realise by now to ignore anything I type in brackets). I'd watch it again & my respect for Natalie Portman has grown. She plays the innocent so well because of her sweet voice. Couldn't work out who the male lead was/where I'd seen him before, he beared a strong resemblance to Peter Capaldi (Sid's Dad in Seasons 1 & 2 of Skins) but it isn't him. Argh. Wikipedia stalking to be done, methinks.

Next, well I have three days off work (thumbs up!!!) & in that I hope to catch up with people, think about cleaning my room/desk some more (but not actually do it) and buy a new cd player, maybe. If I can be bothered to venture into a shopping centre/load one into my car/learn how to actually use the hatchback/convince some good-looking but most likely not ugly teenage boy to do me a 'parcel pickup' to put the thing in my car. Bloody hell. I want a 5 x cd disk & an iPod dock. My current mini-hi fi system is fucked, it is too big, always skips the cd, has internal issues & turns the volume up from 3 to 30 by itself...argh. It's time. And these things are so cheap these days.

But neways. I'm making green tea & going to bed. I'm trying to have a 10pm Sun - 10pm Mon no facebook day. I've lasted seventeen minutes so far. It's been hard. waaaaaahhh

Cat Power & Weeds nostalgia.

I'm watching the end of Season 3 of Weeds.


Tara (played by Mary-Kate Olsen): Mrs. Botwin, the lord wants me to sell pot. He also wants me to buy the new BMW. Preferably the convertible
Nancy: You do realise what you're doing is illegal?
Tara: I answer to a much higher power...

Earlier this week I was back in love with Chan Marshall (Cat Power); downloading "The Greatest" & watching various videos on youtube took me back to Dear Sir & You Are Free nostalgia. Weeds with MK guest starring has got me reading my copy of Influence, the MK & Ashley book again & pining after the Olsen twins' wardrobe. Especially their ring collecction. This has resulted in more etsy browsing with no success, wy does everything I want have to be in sizes too big? fml.

the curious case of mr. beetle

To be sitting at a computer at midnight Saturday night/Sunday morning is extremely tragic. But it wasn't my choice. In short, my plans for tonight fell through yesterday & I'm home with my parents watching dvds on my laptop in my room while the parentals are downstairs watching abc or The Wire boxset. Which is fine.

I was sitting in bed reading till about 11 & turned the light out. It's been a long day on my feet, whatever, don't judge me because I like to sleep. HOWEVER I have since been kicked out of bed. Why? There's a fucking BEETLE in my bed. It looks scary, its like maybe 3, 4 cm long? And wide? And it stretches its wings? I'd been hearing something crawling around & then I guess...sensed that something was crawling on my pillow. It was crawling in my hair...how DARE that thing crawl in my hair? Ugh I am so fucking pissed off/terrified right now. I want to sleep but even if I was to get a cup and contain it (its still on my bed, it seems to be penetrating (bad word I know) my bedsheets cos its wings are flapping I know its not dead) at some point I'd have to flick it with a knife or some kitchen utensil & I'm not game enough to do that. Progress so far: have taken photo of said beetle with mobile phone. Have (I'm very subtle) turned on light in the hallway in the hopes that Mum or Dad wake up & ask me what's going on & then they can kill it for me. Until then, its me & the computer. Seeing as Mum is a light sleeper I must try and find some loud suspicious noise to drop so she comes in my room. I'm 22 years old & theres no way in HELL I'm gonna go into their room.

Baah. Maybe I'll finish reading my book The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest while I sit on my deskchair staring at the beetle out of the corner of my eye. (Trying to avoid computer. It's not working of course, but reading about Lisbeth Salander the computer hacker has forced me to come to the conclusion that my computer has a/an assortment of virus/es. I also might deliberately drop my phone or something too. Hurry up and die, Beetle! Top night.


edit:

the usual

I can't be bothered to write about my life right now. so some old musical discoveries/re-discoveries instead...I've gone a little downloading music crazy. Probably because all the tv shows have gone on break (ie Gossip Girl) so I'm using up our family's limit on music I'll never have time to listen to instead. I'm getting into the dreamy-pop, low-fi, ambient stuff again. Electronics & R & B & a bit of jazz & soul inspired stuff too. So basically, everything. The usual.

Currently I've been napping at odd hours & not being able to sleep at night > bloodshot eyes. In addition I'm terrified of getting an ear infection & I can't hear anything in my left ear. Spider in my shower last night so I didn't get to wash my hair. Fuck. Also, reading the Millenium series has kept me sitting in bed reading books since Christmas. I'm 1/3rd of the way through book 3 now, so it's back to dvds & other novels soon.

In the mean-time:

Electrelane 'In Berlin' from Cassiano Prado on Vimeo.