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I stole my sisters boyfriend. It was all whirlwind, heat, and flash. Within a week we killed my parents and hit the road.

Right now I'm digging...

☆Nicky Wire
☆Generation Terrorist
☆Manic Street Preachers being good again
☆Manic Street Preachers in general...4 Realz
☆The Jesus And Mary Chain
☆Buffalo Springfield & CSNY
☆English Breakfast Tea from Harrords
☆The Princess Bride
☆Nicos solo albums
☆Old band revivals
☆Grinderman popping out videos like they were going out of style
☆Chelsea boots
☆The line up's for Summercase and BBK
☆New umbrellas
☆The new-ish Killers and Norah Jones videos
☆Killer Nine Inch Nails concerts
☆Non-lame people in The Spiral line
☆More Nine Inch Nails gigs in Spetember
☆Dylan and CS&N doing shows in Perth

But I'm not feeling...

☆Not being in Spain for Summercase and BBK
☆New Linkin Park. You're not fooling anyone, kids
☆That goes for you too, Maroon 5
☆And you, Kaiser Chiefs
☆September being so far away
☆Lame people in The Spiral line
☆Nico on VU albums
☆Actually kinda liking The Horrors
☆Hammersmith Palais being torn down
☆The Weirdness
☆The Killers proving me wrong
☆Old band revivals without the original lineup/key members. Billy Corgan, I'm looking your way
☆Missing Spain
☆Finding a job


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[May 11, 2007 @ 3:22pm]
I know that it's cruel to be happy about it, but tonights show was cancelled tonight too!

They've re-scheduelled both shows in September, so I might even toddle out there for them, considering its going to be 2 weeks before my birthday. It just depends on if the shows are YZ shows, or Performance shows.

In crappier news, my sister may have sold one of my Melbourne tickets.
-> George found the missing ticket. Awsome

But crappier news: Aaron might have quit the band
->Apparently the person who might have quit or whatever is actually Jeordie

Either way, Im getting frustrated not knowing if the show will or wont be cancelled, and all the rumors flying round that no one is confirming. Rob, you're awsome, but please, sort this shit out for us, we're all having panic attacks
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[May 11, 2007 @ 1:43am]
And for the record, (with the exception to the obvious one (JVG), and perhaps two(FR)) The Horrors are a very un-attractive band. 

Which probably explains all the snappy dressing. It's like a little disguise for the fuggy ones to hide behind.

Harsh? Vain? Moi? Nooooo....

[May 11, 2007 @ 1:37am]
[ mood | dirty ]

I desperately want to get the April/May issue of Disorder, with Joshua Von Grimm on the cover.

And it makes me feel so dirty :(


[May 10, 2007 @ 4:07pm]
Ooooooh, Jesus!
I just toddled down to the local shopies to get some juice, pies and lamingtons, when I remembered why going there at 4.00pm is a very, very silly idea. 
The place was FULL of Santa Marians, and godamn Aquinians!!
It was just a horrible, horrible reminder of how lame young kids are these days. Especially young kids from my old school. Eh.
And I was also reminded of some of the shittier aspects of Australian culture: Bird watching. Although, I think 'oggling' is a more apropriate term. For fucks sake, you're wearing your SHIRT on you HEAD. That means an immediate 'No thankyou, fuck off'.

Although, the trip did provide a small chuckle. I think the girl at the register was thoroughly intimitaded by me for some reason, and I lol'ed to myslef at some SMC girls standing around trying to impress an Aquinain, which made them all of a sudden look very self-conscious. Mean, but necissary.

Or perhaps just mean. Meh

[May 10, 2007 @ 2:40pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

Tonights show was cancelled!! Which means that I've only wasted $80 on unused tickets, instead of $160! 

Godamnit, hurry up Sunday!!


[May 10, 2007 @ 11:32am]
I just realised that these last few days have been the first in....6 months? that I've spent alone. Goddamn, it's nice.

I think I'll Freo this afternoon. I feel like a focaccia from La Tropicana.

[May 10, 2007 @ 10:50am]
[ mood | irritated ]

Ugh, I think I'm allergic to something in the house. I keep sneezing over and over, and my nose is runny and the roof and back of my mouth is really goddamn itchy. 


It's all over now... [May 05, 2007 @ 1:11am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

So today I'm finally coming home from Spain today.
I really don't feel like posting about my time here, or the past week I've had, so I'll do one when I get back to Perth, but the past 10 months has been crazy and fun and stressful and memorable and eye-opening and upsetting and diziying and a whole lotta other words.
I learnt alot over here, not only about cultures from all over the world, but about myself and my family, somethings which I was glad to discover, and some I was not.
This trip has changed me, and right now, I'm not sure if it was for the good or the bad. I guess I'll be finding out soon enough.
I don't know if I regret comig here or not, becasue I came with a very negative attitude, and the first few months were living hell. Being here, I've experienced the worst lows I've ever had, had secrets I didn't want to know shared with me, discovered that people aren't always what you want them to be, and most likely lost a freind.
But I've also seen the most amazing things, from Berlin on NYE to one of the first Universitys in the world, seen two of my favourite bands, gained a confidence I never thought I would have, made new friends, learnt new languages, cultures and traditions, met parts of my family I'd never met before, discovered I am capable of anger, gone to cities I've always wanted to see and become open to completley different ways of living.
Right now, I don't know what out-weights what.
However, I do know that I am incredibly lucky to have been able to go over and live in Europe, even if it did mean putting my real life on hold.

So much for not posting. Well, I have to go rinse my hair dye, but within the next 12 hours, I'll be on a plane and heading home...


[May 04, 2007 @ 8:01pm]
[ mood | ditzy ]

As I'm packing up my stuff, I found my plane ticket (the one I'd lost, and got reissued yesterday) in a shoebox in the top of my cupboard. Dang.

Better update later...


[April 17, 2007 @ 3:52pm]
Is there a kind-hearted sould who could do something very, very simple for me on photoshop? Paint just isn't doing what I want it to :(
Srsly, it's very simple....
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[April 16, 2007 @ 3:58pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

I'm finally giving in, and admiting it: I have a MySpace. *sigh*
Add me here, and make yourself know.

->Ugh, somethings fucked up on my myspace, and everytime I change something with my friends list, all my little "☆" in my intrest list and name turn to "?". Ghey!! And I can't acess anything with my blog, not the editing section. Nothing.
And two sections on my profile aren't in the font I want, and I have no idea where in the HTML I need to fix it. Pissed off. 
Anyone know how to fix it?
This reminds me of why I wasn't on here before. That, and the fucking ridiculous people requesting to be my friend. If your an overweight chav thats in love with Mark, or if you're fucking missing, no, I'm not going to friend you. 

->And because I screwed up my password twice, they've now locked me out. Lame.

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Inconceivable! [April 15, 2007 @ 11:12am]
[ mood | dirty ]

It's ok and entirely normal to be in love with a fiction character, right?

I luff you Wesley <3


I've just decided that [April 14, 2007 @ 9:15am]
Rambo has the best ending credits ever.

This city's cemetery's humming, I'm wide awake, It's morning [April 13, 2007 @ 7:22am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

So, surprisingly, I had a pretty decent day today. I had an ok sleep the night before, got up early, managed to be perfectly on-time for the bus, and took the train to Madrid with George to get my plane ticket home sorted out once and for all. 
By the time we arrived, it was still siesta and the agency was closed, so we ended up getting some food and coffee from Starbucks, and eating in the Plaza de España, next to the monument to writer Miguel de Cervantes. When it was after 5, we went to the agency, and luckily, the director, who spoke English and whom I'd already spoken to over the phone was there. And I think everything’s pretty much sorted. It's going to cost me €50 to get the ticket re-issued, and it costs €25 to get the date changed or the destination changed, but for some reason which was explained to me but I still don’t get, it's still only going to add up to €75 to get from Madrid to Sydney (instead of Perth), arriving on the 6th, which is only one to two days earlier than I now want to get there, but it's still much cheaper to pay for a few extra hotel nights, than to fly home, dump my bags, sit around for a day, and then fly out to Sydney, which will cost me $300 or so in a plane ticket. This also means that I'll be arriving in Australia the day before the Brissy NIN show, so hell, I might even go to that one too. Fuck it, my father's paying for it (unless I just get a loan from him), so I may as well. Even though even I can admit it's getting a little tad bit extravagant. But seriously, how long is this line up gonna last (and what I mean by that is, how much longer is Aaron gonna throw himself around a stage before he gets fed up, pack it all in, and writes a folk album. Featuring a harmonica solo. Per song.)? I wanna milk it for all it's worth, while I can! That, and NIN are an incredibly addictive band to see. Seriously. It's like Trent's giving us all musical crack, and we're all reacting like Petey D.
Anyway, so I think all is well for getting back home, hopefully, but I'll be finding out if its all authorized and ok next Tuesday. I'm still incredibly annoyed at STA for screwing me around so long, and not only feeding me only tiny snippets of information (perhaps telling me head office was in London would have been a good idea, so I could have done everything, in one day, without having to go through authorisation, on my first trip over, instead of just sending me in blindly. Ya know, coulda helped), but straight out making shit up to tell me, like that it would cost me over $1000 to change my destination. I call buuuullshit. Annoys the buggery out of me. Fortunately, listening to Carry On by CSNY over and over kind of puts me in a cheerier mood. But me being so masochistic and all, I also counteract that cheeriness brought by four hippies with sadness by watching live Chills DVD's over and over. Gheyness.
Anyway, after I spoke to the travel agent, I went to my favourite record store in the entire world, Discos Melocoton, which has not only a pretty killer selection of newer records, (punk, hardcore, new wave, indie type stuff), a ton of great rare records (like a JJJ Live At The Wireless record!!!), but it has the biggest selection of 60-70's beat/psych/folk/(good) jazz/mod/pre-punk etc records I've seen! And its not just the shitty 18th re-issue of Bob Dylans Greatest Hits Vol 1, it's stuff like original pressings of really great, and really rare albums. There’s been multiple albums I've found there I've literally searched the world for, and not only that, but there cheap too!! Going there always puts me in a good mood, and today was no exception. I ended up only buying one record (I restrained myself from buying the new Iggy rarities album for now, and another copy of Bringing It All Back Home), The White Stripes Elephant, which has one disc printed on red vinyl, and one on white for a measly €21. Aaaaaand, best of all, I finally, finally found one of the Kaleidoscope records I've been looking for!! Not Tangerine Dream, unfortunately, (although there's a chance that a copy will come in a week or so), but the BBS recording split LP, between Kaleidoscope and Fairfield Parlour, which is what Kaleidoscope changed their name to, most likely because there was another band, from the US also called Kaleidoscope, who also played fuzzy-guitar-folk-pych-pop rock. But they weren’t as good as the UK Kaleidoscope. Which is the one I dig more. So anyway, this albums a spilt, with itself. Kind of. If you get me. So there’s a bit of musical knowledge for you. And another totally cool thing about the store is the posters and displays. In the outside window, and on all the walls there are framed vintage concert posters, and there’s a class case with an original pressing of Bluebird/Mr. Soul 45" by Buffalo Springfield. GAPH! The first time I saw it, I almost peed my pants with glee, and I finally found out today that the version of Bluebird is a different version of what’s on the album. And that it's not for sale. :'(  Le sigh. Oh well. Life continues.

I also found out that Nick Cave will be playing two shows in Spain before I leave!! Wiiiicked! So at least I might have something to make up for missing Chilli Peps. Speaking of which, they're playing in Bilbao 2 freaking months after I leave. And The Jesus & Mary Chain are also playing in Madrid for the Summercase Festival in July too :'(  I'm almost tempted to stay for them, but I don't think I can. Not because of any physical reason (like lack of space), but mentally, I just can't deal with my Dads mind-fucks anymore. If he thinks it's more important to spend my last weeks I'll most likely ever have with him with his violent, psychotic, gold-digging bitch of a girlfriend in Hong Kong, then fine. He's obviously made his decision, the one that he's been skirting around for the past 6 years, and that’s now on his head, not mine. Anyway, St. Nick, yay!! And Patrick Wolf is also playing a show in Malaga, on the 17th, so if I can see if I can get down there for Nick, I might toodle to that too, seeing it's only 5 or 6 days before. I dunno, we'll see...

And randomly, Bright Eyes is brilliant. I've been denying it for some time now, and I know I'll regret one day saying it, and he'll never, never, be anywhere near as good as Elliot Smith (beauty), but I heard his new overly-old-folk record right in the middle of a MASSIVE Neil Young/CSNY-family-tree phase I seem to be going through now, and it hit me in just the right way. So damn him, but bless him. At least he doesn’t have emo hair anymore though. Nope, just long hippy hair.  
Anyway, it's 7.40am and I haven’t been to bed yet, so I’m going.
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I'm stranded far from home [April 04, 2007 @ 9:13pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

...as The Saints once said.

Yup, right now, I'm stuck in Spain.
I've been wanting to come back to Australia for a long time now, and I've been trying to change my flight back since before I went to the UK the first time in February, but as STA Travel assured me when I bought the ticket, it wouldn't be hard at all to change the dates, I wasn't too worried about it. Now it turns out that not only could I not change my ticket in time for getting back to Australia in time for RHCP, but apparently, what I thought was my ticket, isn't. 
So right now I'm stuck here, ticket-less, with STA being absolute jerks and not only not helping me, but confusing the fuck out of me by telling me different things every time I speak to them. Apparently, they have this brilliant customer service thing; before you leave on your trip, they'll go out of their way to help you, but as soon as you leave the country, you're on your own kiddo. I can't even get them to re-issue my ticket, seeing as I don't actually have one with me, and give it to my Dad to take back over here for me.
The only thing I was told I can do is go into another STA agent where I am, and get them to do it for me, as apparently everything has to be done locally. I did go into an STA branch while I was in Manchester, and not surprisingly, the lady helping me was as shocked as I was. The only computers that have my details in them are on in Australia, so why the hell would people in the UK or Spain be able to help me?! 
Nevertheless, I ventured into Madrid to visit to the agencies I was told to speak to, which ended up with me being told my ticket wasn't a ticket, and that they couldn't do anything for me. Which resulted in me crying in the back of a cab, and wallowing in self-pity and guilt in a corner in Starbucks. But I still had a tiny speck of hope that I could get home by just getting the ticket re-issued in Aus. Which was soon crushed.
So now I have to waste another 30e to go back to Madrid again, to talk to the same people as before, and hopefully get something done this time, seeing as they're currently ignoring my emails. Hopefully Talluha will be in Madrid this weekend, and I can get her to translate for me, if necessary.
If worse comes, I can cancel my current ticket and just buy a new one, but it means that if I do that, it'll be counted as a one way ticket, and thus be a lot more expensive. And they'll charge me service fees, and I won't even get started on the hypocrisy of that.
I wouldn't be so annoyed about this all if A. I had have been told this all in the first place, when I bought my ticket, and B. If it wasn't putting people other then me out.
And on top of all this, Dad doesn't know when he's coming back from Australia, I've had to spend countless nights up at all hours talking to Mum, and...I dunno, I hate DBH. 
I can't be bothered with this anymore. I'm going to watch the Cosmo channel and wallow with toast and tea. I think When Harry Met Sally is on.
Edit: And on top of all this, this entry is giving me shit to post. Wiiicked.
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I'll heal your wounds, I'll set you free [April 01, 2007 @ 7:30pm]
[ mood | surprised ]

Well, I didn't think I was in this photo, but on further inspection, it turns out I am!...Presenting me at NIN:

Me at NIN!

Ok, so you might have to squint a little, but if you look a Trents feet, then move across to the right to the white shirt hanging off the barrier, then move up and across slightly to the person on the barrier with one arm bent up, and one arm straight out, yeah, that me. With no face. (Click the picture to make it bigger)
(Btw, notice how everyone in front of Jeordie is kinda gazing boredly?)
By Rob Sheridan, official NIN photographer, for The Spiral

(And I got me a new layout too!!)


[March 04, 2007 @ 1:29am]
[ mood | complacent ]

Tonight is the night that the moon turned red....


She started dancing to that fine fine music [September 16, 2006 @ 2:12am]
[ mood | content ]

You know what I love? Really love? Cups of perfect tea, where it's not weak, or too sugary, in a pretty mug, and toast with proper raspberry jam, not that artificial bullpoop. Tasty.

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[September 15, 2006 @ 8:16pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

Very fucking angry right now. Must go listen to some Refused at very high volume.


[September 11, 2006 @ 4:27am]
[ mood | giggly ]

This made me go *gigglesnort* for quite awhile:

A Place and a Mental Defect

Woman #1: Is that a dead seal in the water?
Woman #2: Are you Canadian or just stupid?
Woman #1: I'm Canadian.

--Key West, Florida

Overheard by: uarerude

via Overheard at the Beach, Sep 5, 2006

Check out Overheard in Ney York too. Damn I want to move to NYC. Bastards.
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