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[10 Jul 2008|12:02am]
[ mood | lonely ]

I miss 2002

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ambulance [24 May 2008|07:41pm]
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because i'm bored and everyone else is back at uni already [18 Apr 2008|11:43am]

google your name followed by "______ looks like"

Naomi looks like
something you’d see on Batman’s utility belt

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[16 Feb 2008|08:58pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

.this is your blackspot.


i'm starting to resent weekends

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[12 Dec 2007|10:13pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

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[12 Dec 2007|05:01pm]
[ mood | /happy ]

well, they told me i'd hear early january, but I got my letter today, and I was pretty certain I wouldn't get in since I gave pretty incoherent answers that made me sound like the most inarticulate person they'd ever had to interview..but apparently i'm in

..relief [worst.speller.ever?] much..

but now i don't know if I want it. LOL. I only want what I can't have.
not really, I do want it. But fuck me dead, I start with school, three weeks less holidays then uni and there were people I kinda liked at uni in that course, but then again 90% were wolfmother fans

pessimist.

Having minded three children all day is anyone up for performing a hysterectomy on me?

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[18 Oct 2007|08:30pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

the metro is once again, the metro. :)

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[07 Oct 2007|09:39am]
7.30 saturday night and all i can think about is sleeping.
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[18 Sep 2007|10:54pm]
[ mood | drained ]

I really need someone sitting on my shoulder making my decions for me cause left to my own devices i seem to fuck up rather nicely.
If i had the choice between magazines promoting poor body image and eco-rationalist governments and the privatisation of media why oh why did i choose the latter. It was due today and i'm only 900 poorly-strung words in and i'm in a rut. I could re-write the whole thing but i don't know what i'm talking about and have nothing to back up my arguments. I miss art essays. Give me 1500 words on the conceptual framework anyday. Really i just miss being spoon-fed.

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[25 Aug 2007|07:19pm]
[ mood | calm ]

ebay should really have some restrictions placed on it.
$900 for two tool tickets. 
no one could afford that without sellign their soul.

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If ever there was an exciting essay topic, it is the australian press council. [13 Aug 2007|09:50pm]
[ mood | procrastination ]

In my mind, I look like kathleen hanna when i dance. In reality, I look like a middle aged woman who's lived a life fed on faith hill and hillsong. Luckily no one will ever have to bear witness to this I suppose.

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[07 Aug 2007|09:42pm]
[ mood | indifferent ]

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats
floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofs
illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the
scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn- ing their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror
through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al- cohol and cock and endless balls,

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[07 Aug 2007|09:40pm]
[ mood | sad ]

ahhh teenage dreams, so hard to beat

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[29 Jul 2007|04:07pm]
http://www.stylusmagazine.com/articles/on_first_listen/the-smiths.htm


(because some of us have too much time on our hands)
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[03 Jul 2007|11:58pm]
[ mood | awake ]

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[30 Jun 2007|10:15pm]
[ mood | cold ]

I love it when you find the course you want. Only in Melbourne. Cool, thanks god, for yet another sunny day.

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[01 Jun 2007|11:41pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

all you need is love.

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[27 May 2007|11:26pm]
[ mood | lost ]

tonight i just really don't feel like being alone.

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[20 May 2007|05:03pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

I did one of those quizes, "how will you die" (i'd read all the NW website, and i'm too hungover to read my book)



"You will die with your hand down your underwear, watching Star Trek."


These things are lame, but the likelihood of me dying like that is too prophetic.

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please don't play that at my funeral.. [18 May 2007|11:04pm]
[ mood | content ]

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