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Name: anne
Country: Australia
Metro: Perth
Birthday: 10/24/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: alphabeticising. brooding and basements. crypticisms and cynicisms and conspiracies and cats. driving. exaggerating. fishing for fish. genetics and green. holding halos. igloos. jousting and jellybeans. kleptomania and kryogenics. losing and laughing. marbles and moodiness. never neverland and nonsense. olfaction. pondering and philosophising. questions. rock and roll. sarcasm and sillyness and secondhand stores. tintinabulation and traveling. untying. visions and vines. words and wine. xylophones. yoghurt. zoos
Expertise: writing lists. remembering random facts. giving bad advise. making sandwiches.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
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Member Since:
4/27/2004
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| i see a disturbing trend. exams next week and i'm procrastinating. here. i think i would rather chew off my own knee caps than study right now. last day of semester yesterday. beer and bands and sunshine on oak lawn. and then two dollar beers at the agriculture sundowner. who could resist? i woke up this morning with three times as many people in my house as normal and two rosemary bushes in my back yard. penny and i transplanted them from the ag garden into my own. which explains why there is dirt under my finger nails. i think i am still full from my birthday. so many delcious meals, so much booze, my poor body. she can have time to recover while i punish my brain for the next three weeks. and then summer holidays hurrah! have already spent many mornings at the beach and afternoons by the river. am going to Escape To The Park- augie march, sarah blasko, the panda band in november. and SOUTHBOUND in january. modest mouse, basement jaxx, john butler trio, wolfmother, sleepy jackson, michael franti, three days of music and camping goodness. i think i am going to explode with joy! it almost overpowers the growing feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. why did i have to be so lazy all semester and why are my exams worth so much and why cant i study now and why won't i stop whinging? i think i might indulge in a temper tantrum and a scotch and go to bed. with a frivolous non academic book. maybe even a trashy paperback with a breathless heroine and smouldering hero on horseback as the cover art. her name will be melinda and she is an impoverished heiress. frederick will be the debonaire cad who she gets involved with before he realises she has no money and samson will be the mysterious stranger who rescues her from his clutches. clutches is such a satisfying word. so. about that scotch
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| there is freedom within, there is freedom without, try to catch the deluge in a paper cup.
study break, sounds like it should be a break from study- au contraire my friend. apparently it is an opportunity for lecturers to dump a whole lot of assignments and extra readings into our unsuspecting and optimistic laps. have many new books and movies aching for my attention, but they'll have to wait their turn. apparently foetal origins of adult disease is more important. and as i haven't really caught up on the labs i missed because of dj shadow and the strokes, i should probably start memorising the intrinsic muscles of the hand.
or i could have another cup of tea and clean my room. again. my pillow cases are now an infinitely more interesting tie dyed version of their former selves. i wish i could say it was on purpose. and i wish i could blame someone else. unfortunately i have to take full responsibilty. if i hadn't angered the laundry pixies by failing to offer a human sacrifice, i wouldn't be in this position.
not a terribly good week for australia, with two national icons dying in somewhat freakish accidents. and both the WA football teams lost their preliminary finals. is it callous to speak of the events in the same breath? hours after the deaths there were jokes circulating on the net, but we are giving them state funerals, so i guess that makes it ok. dum di dum. ho hum. focus. grandmother hypothesis, here i come.
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| i only have the yellow and purple jelly babies left and they just
aren't cutting it right now. the last day of the first week of
holidays. quite a momentous occasion which may call for celebration.
stacy, after missing her plane two days ago, flew home last night. with
$160 worth of overweight luggage. prints of photos that she has
on disc in a big fat album, and assorted disposable items that she
could not part with. yes you accumulate shit after a year away but that
girl could hoard for her country. now chelle has eaten all the purple
ones, the fate of the banana ones is yet to be decided. augie march are
beautiful- moo you bloody choir- a very nice name for an album. time
for a movie before work. working in the kitchens tonight which means
plenty of my favourite kinds of food. it's free, and somebody else
cooked it. acid house romance by irvine welsh is finished. moving on,
holidays are for devouring books, not sipping them quietly. especially
when it's winter outside and gentle autumn in bed.
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| after months of not having anything pressing to do, i choose now to
start writing again. i'd love another serve of that plump
procrastination pie. a side of alliteration? yes please. i love, after
2 years of transitory living, to have a place that is home. having all
one's mail arriving at the same address is no small luxury. and i love
my house. my crooked curtain rail, and the leering birds on the
wallpaper, a disproportionate number of pipes in the shower, the
sprawling fig tree (i made the most delicious jam), my massive desk,
the beginnings of a herb garden. i even dont mind the cleaning, or
having to wade through a pile of cameron's stuff to get into bed.
communal living is do-able, communal sleeping even more so. i did my
last shift at the supermarket on sunday, work at the hospital pays
better and i dont need to work two jobs anymore because of the
scholarship. hurrah! mastectomies are sort of paying for my education
though, i'm not sure how i feel about that. hmmm, if i study at the
rose gardens it will probably eliminate a few distractions. songs
cigarettes sunshine study supercalafragalisticexpieladocious.
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| exam results just came out, three distinctions and a high distinction, im ecstatic. am also working 11 till 8, then going to the panto scriptwriting session. also, must re-enrol for uni next year. my life as a to-do list. read in the paper about a book, the title of which is amazing. "the war on christmas: how the liberal plot to ban the sacred christian holiday is worse than you think". marvelous. hints at a conspiracy, uses scaremongering tactics, has a colon, contains the word war. yep, pure genius. | | |
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