Autumn/Winter 2010/11

if i ever get married my husband will wear nothing but hermes. he will wear it every he goes, even in the shower. and i will wear nothing but christian lacroix and chantal thomass to bed.

Feathers fallen from drapes fold her into pieces tied up and lace

right now i like:

-texts from last night, my favourite being "(914) you were licking his sisters watercolors and trying to paint with your tongue"

-the vocal stylings of Megan Washington, she is wonderful wonderful wonderful and you must go and listen to her!

-breakfast with robbie, marieke and the doctor every weekday morning. they are just hilarious and, as an added bonus, sicne they're on triplej they also feature fantastic music

i don't really like:

-the big day out 2010 lineup, it's just not all that good. i also don't like the fact there are two sydney shows

-the choices in male companions my good friend penelope makes. it makes me sad

ban comis sans

my life is complete

finally, a website that combines a hatred for comic sans with a graph and the words "event horizon"

also, i'd like to point out that i hate three things in the world with a burning, intense passion.
they happen to be comic sans, stephenie meyer and richard wilkins/channel 9. in order of very hated to i'd rather eat a computer than look at your cancer inducing face.

one of my ambitions in life is to spit on his face. look at him.











don't you just want to shit on a sandwich and feed it to him?

when i grow up...

aragraghraghrghagrar i hate careers and subject selection.

this is so ridiculous. how can i have a plan b when i don't even know my plan a?
and how am i supposed to describe myself as a learner?





this is stupid. stupider than richard wilkins


i made a new friend this week. his name is friedrich and he is from bon which is in germany. he dreams in both english and german.

LOOK AT WHERE HE LIVES (not his actual house, just his country)












and now look at where i live...



















oh god

happy rover

ahhh i love love love harry potter and to prove it i have a story for you:

so when i was younger, i had a bit of a ... problem distinguishing between reality and fiction. like i truly believed in goblins and fairies and talking animals (i was a strange child).
i also believed in harry potter.
i really really believed in harry potter. i thought that there really was a school called hogwarts and a place called diagon alley and that dumbledore and professor snape et cetera actually existed.
anyway i was so enveloped by my delusion that i believed, with concrete certainty, that i would actually be attending hogwarts. i understood that, on my birthday, a letter would arrive via owl requesting my precense at the aforementioned school.

needless to say that said letter and owl never arrived and basically my birthday consisted of me in tears and my mother having to explain to me the difference between fact and fiction, reality and dreams et cetera et cetera.
worst birthday ever.


okay then, story proving why i am such an embarrassing human being over!

wait, no it's not (oh joy of joys)!
so the more hardcore harry potter fans out there are reading this thinking "hang on wait a minute, you start at hogwarts when you're 11..."




yes, it's true, i was 11 when i finally discovered that fairies and dragons didn't exist...i told you this was a sad story (that's a lie, i didn't, but i'm going to leave it anyway)





also this is a good excuse to include photos of emma watson's burberry campaign.
she did such a fantastic job!














magnificent!

you see, the thing is..

i really really dislike teenage relationships.
so incredibly annoying. i hate girls who talk about nothing but their boyfriend/crush (i hate that word) of the moment.
and i really hate it when they say "i love you" because it is simply not true. it's just so so incredibly frustrating to listen to/put up with. arhgarhaghgrah

on the other hand i love frontline. especially gary sweet's denim on denim in season one episode three, the awful re-enactments and dominica's hair! the box set is basically making my holiday, i'm not sure what i'd do without it...
















greatest show ever. jeffrey salter is absolutely gorgeous. he is probably the best character.

also, new shoooooes!












only $69 from nine west, lovely!

currently listening to regina spektor's new album 'far' and it is beautiful. much, much, much better than begin to hope. so happy right now

war is peace

i started and finished george orwell's 1984 today.
interesting comparison with aldous huxley's brave new world.

orwell fears that what we hate and fear will be our downfall, while huxley fears what we love and enjoy will ultimately ruin mankind.

so then which will prevail? personally i'm rooting (no pun intended) for brave new world. bring on the mindless sex and harmless drugs......




*cough*