I really barely ever post on this blog anymore. Not because I don't have time, as anyone who would ever read this would know, I don't try at year 12, but I think I've lost all creativity at writing. I have to have some sort of purpose and just having a blank white screen infront of me doesn't really inspire me. Its like I can't write without a particular subject to talk about. I could do what the Psychology class do and just write whatever comes into my head, but theres people who sort of know me who might read this. Anyone who has so far is really quite pathetic as my ramblings don't often have any meaning behind it, (that I am aware of) and if anyone does find any meaning... please let me know. I don't think I expose myself to enough media which is ironic considering I want to work in the media and its going to be my main study for the rest of the year.
April 15, 2004
Oh dear god, I should really be doing some all important year 12 stuff that is due in four days which I haven't started. Ha, I don't really intend on doing it, but I should. I went to a party down in Chelsea the other day.
April 11, 2004
The beach and the park are awesome, and I've never been chased by cops so when there's about 30 of us around a huge park and someone yelled cops and I screamed and I ran and it was great.
Then we went to Chelsea Beach. Aka BONG BEACH. I didn't have any, but thats what it says at the station, and the way its written, it looks like its supposed to be there, like the government want it to be recognised that way or something. Anyway, I can't remember all that happened, but I broke into one of those beachouses through the roof and now I have scratches all down my arm. They look like I've taken a razor and gone nuts on my arms but it wasn't that, really! It was just drunken stupidity. Man, I really want a beachouse, they'd be cool as. The one we went into had two deck chairs and a doona. A big, double-bed sized doona. I was offered two lifts to go home, but I decided to socialise some more... which in turn ended up sleeping on the doona with this guy Ben who's a friend of a friend while the sun came up. Then this chelsea bogan came up and he was like "heeyyyy guys, wanna come for a smoke? you can sleep at my house maaaaaaaan."
he scared me. alot. so i packed up my shit and went home.
Well, thats my story.
I hate Kelis. How crap is she?
April 08, 2004
No I don't really. I just really don't like her new song. Not the milkshake one, theres another one that has lyrics like "touch me once / touch me twice/ now touch me once / oooh now touch me twice.
Seriously. What the. fuck.
I like Gus and Frank though.
I don't like working from 7 am till 2 pm on Easter Sunday and not getting paid extra for the public holiday, OR the fact that its Sunday.
I wrote this on the Sounds Like Chicken Forum:
April 05, 2004
The Saonce is bullshit, but I believe every person in the future should remember and still love Kurt Cobain.
Yes, I'm a total sap, but read up on him.... and his art. He had a really awesome talent for art when he was little and some relative of his put up his paintings in a gallery on the commerative day.
Courtney Love is a bit fucked up, but yeah, I respect her as a musician and the way she acts, in a way. Not that I endore drug use. But she's cut out for that kind of thing. She hasn't killed hersel yet, but ... yeah. Don't know where I'm going with that.
Abit psychotic ey? I went to the comedy festival last night, hoorah. It was quite fun, but I felt sick and vomited when i got home.
Kurt Cobain went through such an intrigueing life and in the end turned out to be one of the most influential people on youth, drugs and life as western society fell into a pitch of darkness they are yet to come out of. Not only has his music with Nirvana inspired many other people, as they only made 3 studio albums, but his art, philosophy, poetry and life stands as ... not a role model but an important flagging point.
I keep listening to Come as you are over and over again.
My ears cream when I hear him say "No I don't have a gun..." over and over again.