k l a z z o n

September 21st

Sun, 21 Sep 2008 08:24:16 GMT

Well, well, me 'arties. Did ye celebrate International Talk Like a Pirate Day on Friday? Arrrrr. We did.

Anyway, it's been frikkin' AAAAAAGES since I actually posted on here so I feel bad for labelling this a diary and not using it as well, a diary. Not much has been happening as of late really (I went to Poland in July - August :D!)

I entered the local Arts festival, Griffin Festival, with this piece entitled, "Commitment." It's really, REALLY gay and I'm sure I'll get anywhere with it, but I've shared some more ideas and stuff, so I'm proud of the effort. With this festival you were encouraged to relate your pieces to historical Australian celebrations or some shit like that. Of course, I'd rather NOT get told what I should be writing and let my own talent flow as is, so entered what I wrote. It's cheesey, but that's what happens - everyone starts off writing fluff, so that's what I've done of course. :P

And if you're interested in reading, then you're in luck. I'm actually going to post it here. And if anyone out there wants to fucking slay me or something, saying it's shit, go ahead. If you want to give me cookies, do so. Comments, constructive criticism w/e. Cheers.

Cold surrounded the raven-haired man. The night was beginning to become incredibly lonely. His slender hands clamped onto his jacket, begging for warmth. Steam was sure to shroud every word he spoke as he approached the distant figure, shivering in the moonlight. The figure made out to be a woman, clad only in what looked to be a straight, silk, white dress she could of gotten her hands on for a healthy price. The once bright, moist lips had almost froze dry, the goosebumps had risen delicately along each uncovered flash of peach skin and her body trembled as the wind stung forcefully. The brunette curls that had once sat on her shoulders, were all out of place.

He stood behind her, gritting his teeth against the strong gust and inspecting his surroundings. What could he possibly say to her?

"I waited for you," she yelled over the loud breeze, rubbing her palms together to cause needed friction. She pressed them to her biceps, teeth chattering due to the temperature.

"What are you doing on the roof?"

She ignored the question, "I waited six hours."

His throat tightened and he desperately attempted to swallow the large lump forming, only it was going to make him choke for the mistake he'd made. Out of everything in the world, something as important as that... how could he forget? The wind swept through harder than the last time causing their bodies to tense and freeze further.

"I-"

"Six hours, eleven days, three years," she recited. The countdown was embedded into her mind like a program that kept her functioning at the best. Were the batteries running out?

"How long have you been up on the roof?" he pursued for the answer.

Her gaze looked beyond him. The lights of the city were dazzling to the eye, flickering dimly and slow. It was as if the city was falling asleep, the world was hers and his; their problems could stop a lifetime. There'd never been anything forgotten before. Maybe it was the pressures of a tour, fans, the music. There was only so much time to strum the future of music as anyone knew. She couldn't ignore the question at hand as the thoughts whizzed in her mind.

"About an hour," she sniffed loudly, exhaling sharply.

A coat fell over her freezing body and the frontman sat beside her, overlooking the city. The wind was beginning to ease. His formerly styled hair was losing shape, breezing over his face and everywhere as he turned to her, a struggled smile on his face. A long hand covered hers. There was no sudden flinch. Instead, a smile as reaction to the new look. He managed a goofy grin of response.

"You're an idiot," he spoke, extending an arm along her shoulders. Her head fell onto him and she pulled the coat around tighter, sighing, "Haven't you noticed how windy it is?"

A grin formed on her face and her nose gave a gentle nuzzle, "Why was I waiting?"

He shrugged, thumb stroking the material of the coat shoulder, "Traffic. Everything. Isn't the fact of the matter I'm here?"

"I guess."

The gusts seemed to shorten as they glanced over their surroundings. Contemplation was beginning to occur for the both of them. It was a question of what was happening, where they were headed, how could this work. The difficulties of being that girlfriend with that rockstar squeeze who would get that sort of treatment, where he'd be unfaithful and neglect her - but he wasn't like that. Ever since she first met him, she looked straight through the career and saw the person.

The silence broke.

"Our wedding, Matthew..."

The words sent a colder chill through his spine more than the weather.

"I..."

What could he possibly say to make it better?

"You said everything was organised. You said you'd be there on time," he could hear the tears overlapping each word finally, "You just didn't say I do."

His mouth opened but no words came out. Nothing. Everything was frozen finally. His conscience felt heavy, ready to tip him over the edge of the building. To plummet eight storeys to the doom he probably deserved. Guilt pumped in the veins. Trying to find the right things to say was going to become complicated. The only thing he heard was the sobs of her and the strong wind billowing their bodies.

"Do you even want to get married?"

A bullet to the heart.

"You're overreacting."

"Do you?" She forced.

"Yes! For the love of God, I want to keep you. Even after my career dies. Even after I'm unable to become sexually satisfied! Even still when I'm old and decrepid, sitting at a piano rotting!"

Finally, there was a ray of happiness again as she laughed loudly. It paid to have a good sense of humour in the tightest of situations. Suddenly he stood up raising a single, long finger in the air and eyes bulging widely. Amused, she stared up at him and wondered what was to come out of his crazy, loveable mind. His voice projected loudly and clearly, prepared to recite whatever came to first thought.

"Even after the eldest son mooches off of us because his... writing career failed! Even after the first grandchild has suddenly baked in our only daughter's oven! After the last guitar I own breaks. After they stop making those little cakes you buy in those silver packets, if you know them?" She nodded, between laughs, "After... my brother settles down! After neighbours' eighth grandchild, heck own child. After your mother stops dissing my hair. I hate her for that," She sniggers in response, hand covering her mouth, "Even after... after... hell, Dumbledore dies."

"He's already dead," she giggled.

The single finger now points to her, "Exactly!"

A long palm extended and she hesitated slowly, before accepting it into her own. His crystalline orbs swept her mind astray. The same eyes that she first had the honour of being able to see through. If she couldn't read the clear love shining through the seas of azure flowing to her own stare, then she knew every perception she had of their relationship was wrong. But it wasn't the case at all, she saw it all. The everything of his soul was going to be rightfully hers. He lifted her up and stroked her cheek, smiling widely. The quirky coils at the end of his lips appeared.

"Even after you've died and left my life forever," her head fell, "You'll still be mine."

"Matthew-"

His knee pressed to the cold, hard ground. The wind swept her hair up, her dress, everything until he held both of her hands. That cold gust seemed to subside, leaving him to speak the words of his heart.

"You know in sickness and in health and... all the rest of that crap," she giggled, shivering slightly in the now gentle breeze, "I'm there past the 'I do'. Whether you like it or not, too."

"Will you say 'I do'?" she asked, through tears. Heart-warming moments weren't her strong point.

"I will," he stood, standing over her and holding her in a slow dance, "I do."

Their lips met in a soft and delicate touch. The electricity she felt in their first kiss rose into through her body and transmitted her happiness she had always found with him. And as he let her head rest on his shoulder for the rest of the slow dance, he could see everyone who waited that day. Her family, throwing the confetti and cheering loudly. His best mates nodding, winking in approval and luck. His separated parents each giving him their vow. The hundreds of friends they had spent childhood with, adulthood with were all their giving their luck. The perfect day he had ruined for her was just ending and yet, what he promised to have done, he did. Loved her.

And as the gust swept up their bodies again, the slow dance would never seize until death do them part.

1st May

Thu, 01 May 2008 14:45:30 GMT

Today was a brilliant day! I spent a lot of last night as a nervous wreck and today I feel great! :) Probably because I love Thursdays - early finish!

Adrienne & I spent time giggling in Maths (Positive is down! :D) and Jayde & I kept drawing Hitler Burger, lol. Easy day today. :) More interrogating Neville, in hopes that he's on the Net whilst not teaching his class, lol. "Nice view, Bruno."

When I got home, I sat down and played some Muse songs on my beloved instrument for a full hour. I felt like I CAN play Chris' basslines, and if I put my mind to it, I can do more. :D That felt great! Some of these lines are really fun! :)

Oh, and I'd like to share what I wrote last night about my feelings on Invincible, Muse's effect on me, etc:
When Matthew Bellamy wrote Invincible, he decided to place my soul into a delicate porcelain box, tied with red ribbon. He then placed it in on a shelf that is high, high up on the wall and sat the box there. He whispered softly that my soul is safe and during the struggle of trying to keep it safe up there, that together we're invincible.

Everything that dares try to take it down from our defense won't succeed. I have to stop letting all the things that are depressing me chip that box. Otherwise they smash it up and take my hopes, ambitions and happiness away from me. So I can't let that happen. So I'm just telling myself that: I can do it.

If I try, by fuck if I try, I can do it. I need to not let my band's future or relationships drag me down. I need to not think that I cannot pass a test. I need to stop being such a lazy shit. This pep to myself might not work but it's a start. A very long start.

So thank-you Muse. You really drive some of my happiness.

April 29th - 30th

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 09:16:05 GMT

April 29th
Too much procrastinating AGAIN. Didn't write my English essay till about 1am. :S Gah. Luckily it was just a draft. School was great, nothing like a good ol' laugh with friends, y'know? Ize love Kims and Jaydee lots. :D Just gotta confirm that. :P

Oh, AND I passed my Maths test at 76% and Human Bio at 66%. :D!

April 30th
Let me begin with: whatever the fuck is under my backspace, PLEASE disappear. *highly pissed off with it* Meh.

Second of all, I don't have much homework and I walked home with my lads on the Pod and felt calmer. Maybe I can do this all after all. I was considering going for full-time employment and saving up the cash to get myself over to Mt. Lawley and go to WAAPA. Yeah, it's a bit different, but it's something I do love doing, I admit. :)

Thirdly, I am seriously, I don't know, "bothered" by the existence of MySpace and it's affect on the average teenager. I don't think I'm the "average" teen. I don't really have much of a social life. Yeah, I text but I'm only always texting about two people - Kim and Emma. Not much of a junkie, I'd say. I don't use MySpace - I don't GET what is so good about it. I mean, Facebook involves lots of cool apps to your profile which you and your friends can play around with. MySpace is basically a page about YOU, letting out the massively pretentious inner-self. And people comment on your photos, saying how "sexual" you are. WHAT THE FUCK. I don't GET what people mean by this whole "hell sexual" and the amounts of "you look hell sexy." I mean, well, compliments are nice and all but why would you call your friends, at your age, sexy? I'm not saying you can but it's weird - and I don't know why!

LJ is a fun site because you're truly speaking your mind over things, in the company of others like you and being, dare I say it, INTELLIGENT. MySpace is full of teeny-boppers making themselves look this so-called "sexual" and "pimpin'" out their profile to gain a better reputation. Then again, you can't really compare websites to another, let's be logical here. It's just the Internet really, there are far worse things out there than MySpace (and thanks to a certain COUPLE I've seen some bad, bad things.) and it's only interactiveness on a new level of technology.

So far all I know is, MySpace is about uploading your photos and being "hellzzz SEXii;;. XxxXoxoxxOXooXo." I for one become insulted to even be ACKNOWLEDGED through it. First of all it makes me cringe, how people comment on photos. I'm not asking one to be civilised with their comments, it's just... yeah. Then there's the abuse of HTML. I mean, I don't know HTML but I know it should be put to better use. If you are going to make a profile, LEARN for yourself. It'd be more fun. Lastly, MySpazzzzz shits me off with the HUGE grammatical and spelling errors. Fuck, it makes writers cry people - quite almost literally.

Thank-you. Goatse > MySpace. Oooooooooooooh. ;)

Oh and, FRANZ FERDINAND COME BAAAAAACK!!

April 28th

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 11:04:16 GMT

All I would like to say about today is one. Big. FUCK.

But it got better.

April 26th - April 27th

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 15:03:56 GMT

April 26th
Wahey! One Night Stand was FANTASTIC! So worth iiiit! :D

I was at the barricade for This End Up (Are Shit) and Faker. Then I got out and made my way back up for Pnau. Nathan Hudson is freakin' awesome - he is SO eccentric onstage, I love it! This End Up (Are Wankers!) were okay, they got the crowd going and the music is alright but I seriously cannot stand them - lucky for a four song set. ;)

Pnau were freakin' awesome with their costumed people dancing around onstage. 'Wild Strawberries' was so awesome live, I'm glad I got the experience of seeing them!

Cog were really rockin' and all for it, y'know? I love that guy's moustache! :D Hehe. Unfortunately, I was getting a very sore back from it being dug into by hands and knees and I hope nothing too bad... ahem, so I left the pit during Cog and missed photo ops. My Enemy was awesome. B)

Btw, I love Lindsay! Gah! I wish I had met him, I tried hard to linger around and find him, too. He donned a Collie Eagles jersey at the end of the night, looked nice. ;D

The funny thing about stepping onto that oval was the fact it didn't feel like my hometown. You should be able to catch me on JTV, I hope, I'm at the right hand side (not stage view, normal perception) and at the barricade with a green beanie on, can't miss it. Also, I'm probably only taking photos so yeah, heh. Embarassment. :P

April 27th
Ugh. I woke up at bloody quarter to one today!! I wasted the five hours I had before work resizing photos and then uploading them. >_> Amazing how time flies. :P I was also watching Doctor Who, but I'm not complaining much.

Work was a breeze, surprisingly. The table of 50 or so turned into about 28, the table of 5 were happy, easy to serve customers and the table of 2 didn't show! :D Good-o! Clean up was the same old: shit music, good laughs.

I need to sleep and wake earlier tomorrow, gah. One day of holidays left! And due to my mass procrastination, I haven't done my homework. :S

25th April

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 03:38:57 GMT

Lest we forget - I should open with.

I woke up at 5am today and grudgingly left the house by 20 to 6; thermos in hand, Muse in my ears and rememberance in my heart, I suppose. Not that I had any ANZAC relatives by they fought for my "freedom" to be living here so yeah. I got to stand around with Mr Croft and other teachers. He told me it's colder in Gallopoli. It was a nice, cold walk down to the park though - Exit Music (For A Film) works brilliant with the atmosphere of a rising sun.

I felt like going back down to the park and taking the camera with me. I've been going in and out of the house since 6:30! Just taking great pictures and macro-ing the shit out of everything that looked macro worthy. ^_^ I went on down to Teesh's afterwards - been a while since we hung out! :D And we played SingStar and I jolly good time.

I went to jam, also grudgingly. I hate it when people sit it on our jams - they take up time and they make comments in to corner. It's annoying. I miss the old jams. Just us and everything we needed to make music. People suck in this town - I had a pretty hectic night at work, having to add a 10% surcharge to every order. :S Meh.

Aside from a shitty event I don't want to discuss, yesterday was pretty alright thanks to photography, Muse and an old friend. :)

April 23rd

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 16:01:55 GMT

Finally did a very fair share of cleaning the house up a bit! Yey! :D So I'm quite proud of myself there.

Began to clean up my room but I ended up taking some unwanted toys down to Red Cross and then got distracted from cleaning the rest of my room up once I got home. Ugh, it was so good to walk to Muse again. ^_^

I opened my Shaun doll up and he's sitting on the chest of drawers - hasn't many quotes, sadly. Still, he has a nifty little bat, a hand that's holding those flowers and his vinyl records. The box says ages 18+, lol. Money well spent. Once of cleaned this effing room up more I'm going to put him on the desk. Kekeke. So once I unpacked him I started watching Shaun Of The Dead. :D Been quite the while.

I began writing a new six-parter, I may extend how many parts it is though. Currently continuing that, floating TAM and watching SotD once again. Great day today, but I really need to get a start on my homework. AOfpi'dsoksgj0sgoa[pl.

Thank God for Staff Development Days every term! :D

April 21st - April 22nd

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 14:02:19 GMT

April 21st
Ahhhh. There is nothing better than jumping on a train and just going it on your own through the big city. We gandered through London Courts and that was heaps of awesomeness because I hope that one day I am walking through the REAL London. :D Oh, and lucky for us I happen to know Dad's friends - we dropped our bags off at Marian's, who's a jeweller so we owe him! :P

We just went through a fuck load of shops and I ended up buying Emma Arcade Fire's 'Neon Bible' on vinyl for a shiny $35.00. Early birthday present for my dear Em-Em! Then I went to the ABC Shop and got meself a nice Chaser poster ($9.95) which shall sit laminated on my desk within the week. So, whoo!

Now, Court is the shit. Yes, she is. And her house, is the shit. I owe that awesome Muser quite a lot. First of all the free accomodation and then the driving us to the show and the driving around Perth trying to find Foos. Alas, we failed at that but it was worth it just hanging out and wandering the outsides of Burswood. I like Burswood. *giggle* Oh, AND I'm getting all, "Presets11!1!!one!!1!!!1!" so thanks a lot. *cough*

Can I just enter the: HOLY FUCK. HAARP. *HYPER-FUCKING-VENTILATES* It was a day about Foos, but I desperately needed a Muser to watch this with and ugh. Dom. UGH. I will have a way better recount of the DVD when I finish it for good, sorry guys! But the strike is over, HAHA! I kept squealing, twitching and the tears wouldn't stop during Invincible - it's the anticipation of knowing that the heart warming riff is coming. Magic.

Wanna hear about the gig? DAVE GROHL IS THE FUCKING SHIT. Crazy guy! Running to and fro along the stage. Going down the walkway. Be so fucking rock god it's not funny. What can I say about the entire strong, steady rock vibe you get from Foos? Nothing, you should already know. I mean, I feel unfortunate to say that NO band can fill the live experience void for me like Muse; once you Muse, you don't stop till either you or they are dead. Them and Radiohead if they ever come. Back to the main act, ey, though? We moved our seats and got a cooler view with Court but now I wish I stayed in the original seats. That is, till the end of the encore, we got better ones, MWHAHA. Thanks again, Court. ;)

Setliiiiiist. Updated!
#1 - Let It Die
#2 - The Pretender
#3 - Times Like These
#4 - Breakout
I believe this is where a rather long drum solo came out of Mr. Hawkins. Fuck, it was sa-weeeeet!
#5 - Learn To Fly (David, I thought you hated that song. :\)
#6 - Cheer Up, Boys (Your Make-Up Is Running)
#7 - This Is A Call
#8 - Stacked Actors
Above included a long ass bluesy jam between, excellent stuff!
#9 - Skin & Bones
#10 - Wattershed (like, whoa. Ollllld song.) Or apparently it was Marigold according to the paper, but I do believe the setlist said Wattershed.
#11 - My Hero (acoustic)
Between here and the next song, a fuckload of banter.
#12 - Cold Day In The Sun
Then we got a triangle solo from Drew. WHOO!!
#13 - But, Honestly
#14 - Ballad Of The Beaconsfield Miners\
With Kaki King and may I say, it was superb. "Well, I can be fucking awesome too, Kaki King." :D
#15 - Everlong
OH MY GOD. IT WAS ACOUSTIC. Yes, it brought tears to my eyes. Ugh.
#16 - Monkey Wrench
#17 - All My Life

Leaving stage we were left with a night vision camera projected on the screens showing us the setlist. Dave appears, drinking beer. Pan to Taylor with what appeared to be drumsticks up his nose. Scan setlist. Back to Taylor and Dave, no audio, but telling us that they're done for the night. Wander down setlist. David is offering us one more song. Nah. He offers two. More boo-ing. Three, a wide grin. Long cheers. Night vision disappears, David is onstage, holding a beer cup. "You want me to drink all of this right now?"

#18 - Big Me
Duet with Jessie, the string player. "Can I get a 'holy shit' for Jessie?!" And on acoustic.
#19 - Long Road To Ruin
#20 - Best Of You
Muse's Knights Of Cydonia is some kind of closer, but Best Of You (not that it take's the cake) is awfully epic as well. The breakdown of "oh's" before the last chorus was sung by everybody and it is so magical to hear that. Be part of it, too. He stands on the catwalk/walkway and points to sky, beckoning all to join. So as the Foos bid goodbye, we ran to the buses/carpark. Time to go hunting.

Oh, skipping down a carpark with another Muser and just having a laugh is the absolute best experience. Board meet-ups are so awesome - you know the people, but you've never seen them in flesh and although you say you do some of these actions with them, doing it in reality beats doing in the asteriks. It's amazing how I was just sleeping over someone's house I'd only met like, twice in real-life in my year of knowing her. Court = \m/

Unfortunately after our waiting about the Ruby Room at Burswood, believing them to be there but not, we drove around and around and around and eventually, by my decision, gave up. Taking Court's friend home she took us down to a seaside reserve (a fun drive to!) and we wrote Muse in the full moonlight. That was a blissful place. So to bed, crushed by not meeting teh Grohl but satisfied from the incredible rock show we'd been given.

April 22nd
Waking up in Mosman Park is bliss. There is a lovely view of the river/sea/water! :D and it's so peaceful out there. I would of loved to of woken up in Court's room - UGH. The walls are plastered in memories of her trips to London and New York, as well as her own photography. Friends pwn - Musers to be precise. After moping about and chatting Muse for an hour or so, we bid our goodbyes as she dropped us off at the train station. I'll be seeing her next Saturday for a while, moohaha. Can't get away from her now! :D

Kim-Kim and I ventured back to Marian's for our bag dropoff, thank-you kind sir, once again. :D Getting some Chinese for lunch, hard to find a seat at the Carillon Food Court - ugh. And it's been renovated if you didn't know. Interesting fact! After lunch I bought my lovely, shiny 12" Shaun of the Dead talking action figure, valued at $59.95. *giggle* Fandom of the Pegg. \m/ Then we saw Superhero Movie which was gobshite, but we only went to see it for Drake Bell. Oh we love thee, so leave us alone, it's called being a fan. After that it was waste a bit more time and head on home. So Tuesday wasn't as fun, eh?

Okay, my ass is getting real numb from sitting on this bloody chair and giving you lot a recount of last night's events and stuff so I'm just going to go and get on with life now. :D

Craaaaaaap, I have train lag.

April 20th

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 15:11:21 GMT

First of all: FOO FIGHTERS, BURSWOOD DOME!! WHOOOO! 21ST APRIL. Day early to go spastic. :D. Kim and I are both really excited - she, for one, loses the "concert virginity". I lost mine at Burswood Dome, too! Samesies! I'm really excited and I love hanging out with Court so bonus! Plus I happen to love her house, hehe.

Second, it's effing cold lately. Luckily, I get four months of summer this year. B) And for some bizarre reason the ice-cream truck was going around town? Wtf, much?

I wasn't very productive today. Bed was really warm so I stayed in it till about 12, even though I woke up at about 10ish. I was meant to be room cleaning but I found myself watching Spiderman 3 again with Mum. McGuire has nothing on him, unlikely superhero, eh? When I went back to my room halfway through the film I couldn't leave Marvel alone and ended up watching X-Men 2. :\ Then I started to continue this six-part short I began a while back - the next project from Citizen Erased. I could soooo do a sequel for my own benefit for I love the characters (*cough*) but I don't think it has sequel written on it. Btw, Bruce Campbell is the shit.

I still have NO idea where I'm going with this whole One Night Stand thing - argh! My Muse rasterbation is falling down!! - but I know that I am going to go see Pnau and hopefully, I won't have to come in at 7:00 if I am needed. Seriously, weren't you busy the day after Muse and I wasn't at work? You managed. The DeOrien has had busy nights, too, and they only two waitresses on a weekend - and one's five months pregnant! Then again, I compare our business to theirs. Pl0x let me goooooo? Argh, that's why it's called "One. Night. Stand."

I'm freezing here, where's that airconditioner remote? Mmm, reverse cycle. :P Enough dilly-dallying, we're leaving at 11 tomorrow - and I'll probably wake up at 10. And I need more money - gah. I suppose I shall just continue writing for a bit. I'm very excited!!

There's a pile of dust in the middle of my floor. With a dead cricket. I think I should clean that up.

April 19th

Sat, 19 Apr 2008 15:02:06 GMT

Well to start my day off I finally got round to resizing my photos I took at Soundwave. I was hoping that I'd be able to show these to Triple J and gain myself a spot in the photo pit at One Night Stand (pl0x refer to the final paragraph of the entry, though.) I adore some of those pictures and next time I know it doesn't hurt to get into the mosh if the stage is at a good level to you - less people towering over me to get a view of the band. :P

We jammed for about half an hour. We haven't done it in a while and it felt real good to be using my bass again (which I tried tuning without the tuner - squee!) and to have it roaring through my beloved amp. The sound was fantastic today but I just wasn't really in the mood to jam in the end, despite the hiatus we've taken.

To be honest, I'm sick of learning songs. I want to start writing some stuff in influence to our favourite acts but it's just not going to happen. I play my bass less because I'm trying to get study in, do homework. They both keep nagging me to do this and that and now I'm just getting all agitated by that. I mean, they say they want to write stuff but it seems like they're not trying. I'm also disappointed in Kyle because he said that he'd watch HAARP with me but no, he hasn't got tiiiiiime. Time to jam, though? Asshole.

Work was great! :D Happy to say that. I really love it there, better than the other jobs I've had. Unfortunately, I miss my old in a record store job - meh. Thanks for nothing there jerks. >:|

Meh. So, I don't think I'll be going to One Night Stand - DAMMIT. There's about 17 people due in next Monday, unfortunately so I guess that means I'll be missing Faker and Cog (that is, if I still decide to go and see shitfaces and Pnau.) I really wanted to take some more gig photos and then hang out with Court. Maybe there's a way I can go - I pray.

Oh well, tomorrow I'm planning on beginning my homework and cleaning up my bedroom. So much time to waste, so little time spent in the day! :) I'm on a Muse strike - it's lasted 22 days!! ARGHHHHHHHH. But today I let myself listen to one song that isn't on the HAARP DVD - Citizen Erased. Safe to say, I cried. I miss Muse! And Monday I FINALLY get to see HAARP! Thanks Court. :)

<3

UGH.

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 20:43:39 GMT

How often do I touch my awesomely pink LJ? Gah, NEVER!! That upsets me... so I'm going to try and update it everyday - ranting more in it than in anything else. :D Because getting things off your chest is half the battle. I've never been one to keep a diary but I think my LJ will be it for a change, heh.

All my Muser buddies advertise me round, wouldn't mind collecting a few more Muser friends. ^_^ Until next time I post in here, I REALLY need to get some sleep.

Advertise!

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 08:59:43 GMT

Link!

Mandy, Mandy, Mandy! This post is for you. :D

This is my friend's Incubus fanfic board. Please do join to comment; you don't have to be a writer, but it'd be nice if you took up a field of spare-time writing. :)

Epic on your doorstep...

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 15:28:55 GMT

It's here.

Oh God. The anticipation. The fact I want the cursor to click on that 'iPod' link and give me the Muse goodness from June 17th. But alas, I must wait... I want to watch it on a TV first and with surround sound. I want to hear the audience loud and clear. I want the music to project and give my ears bliss. I want the mass on screen candy that is them performing to reflect into my eyes. Yes, I want my HAARP DVD. And I want it now. No pun intended towards Hysteria.

I choose to wait though. There'll be tears. There'll be laughter. There'll be smiling and singing along. There'll be the Starlight clapping. And most of all, happiness. They are so powerful to me. And I do miss them. I cannot deny that or stress how much I would love to see them again.

Two years. I can wait another two years. Maybe even less...

Mass Educational Disasters

Tue, 11 Mar 2008 16:01:18 GMT

I am failing Mathematics. Yes, it's true! Even I don't believe it. I either fluke subjects or am really good at them.

I don't want a tutor though. I don't want my parents to waste money on getting me one because I'm probably going to end up not listening to them. I know myself. This is why I'd rather have friends help me out - they're in the same position as me and can understand me. I was doing okay the start of the year, a good mark on my first assignment. And then I only get 32% on my Test.

Tets are another thing. You always zone out during them. Complete memory blank. That's probably another reason why they're called tests. I had a Human Biology one... yesterday. I know I've missed 8 marks off of that 65 in the whole thing because I didn't touch the question. I had a blank. Total chaos getting one of those. You tend to silently panic. I felt pretty confident with the rest of that test. I hope I got more than 40 marks, that's over 61%.

I know I can get better at Maths if I apply myself. If I ask my friends for help (which I do do!) Besides, my choice of career doesn't really involve mathematics as such... more English related things.

Upper School is a challenge for a tiny, adapting minds. We still think like Lower School and this whole TEE thing is right over our heads. Give us our time and our space. I know first tests aren't everything... but there was no need to send a letter ALREADY saying I'm failing. Way to raise my confidence. Polding can shove it up her ass for all I care, too. I will continue wearing decent uniform. Stop sending letters home. My parents are not colourblind. At least I am wearing pants! Jesus.

When they said nobody's perfect... they didn't realise how true they were.

Beginnings...

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 13:22:33 GMT

Righto, so... where to begin after my first week of Upper School?

Well, my white shirt is so snazzy to begin with. Lower school students literally part the waves for you. We can now enter our classes without teacher supervision. Teachers actually don't give a crap about your homework often.

How are the subjects?
- Art will be a breeze as it's Wholly School - plus creativity can really shine so I should have some fun. :p
- Media is going to be a bit weird, I don't actually know what I'm doing... *shrugs* I don't really care if I don't pass.
- Human Biology is actually pretty cool but it's a case of some much revision.
- History is all strive to acheive and crap because Crofty is such a hard arse, y'know? But he doesn't seem to care about notes as much as we thought... good teacher. There to help most deffo.
- Maths is pretty easy so far, our teacher just explains things in full therefore taking up more time.
- English is the same old, and my language has gotten better over the holidays, therefore I will be doing my best this year. :)

And there you go. I'll leave you lot to determine how I'm going to go in school.

Trying to get Sundays off at work fully at work is going to be very hard what with Sally leaving now, but if someone wants to alternate Friday/Sunday I'd be more than happy. *bats eyes* If it'll be too hard, then I understand.

Feb-ooo-aireee.

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 11:32:06 GMT

Greetings, and so forth!

So Citizen Erased is at Chapter Twenty-Six (well, verging Twenty-Seven after this post) and I'm quite proud of it. Perfection is hard to master, but this is some what on the verge of being it because comments I've received from my beta team (Steph, Emma, Kim) have been great! ^_^

I'd like to quote the following post I've made on our messageboard to: save me time writing it out differently and because it's easier. The thread it was in is the "Bliss thread" in which we post all the good things to be happening to us lately. ^_^

quote Bliss is the following -

Hanging out with my sister like we're best mates.
Eating jellycups with my sister.
Messing with the school system by going against the dress codes. So it's not really being rebel wearing black rather than navy but those pants cost me 55-fucking-dollars so they had better leave me alone on Monday. :D
Buying the NME with Muse - note that it should really have Muse in it or I'm not going to bother buying it but I still do.
Buying the December 01 Kerrang! only because it has a calendar with Muse (we all know the Kerrang! is shit.) Oh, and then throwing the Kerrang! in the bin straight after purchase.
Taking a half hour walk from my sister's without hassling Dad who's at home taking care of Mum. It only takes less than five minutes after the walk for me to be functioning fully again.
Listening to Muse in that time. WHOO.
Lemon and lime flavoured spring water.
Remembering to feed the cats and let Mum take it easy.
Mum feeling better.
Knowing I really am organised for school and that I think I'm ready to begin the final two years of secondary education.
Feeling good about the way I am and who I am.

Happened in the course of one day.

That is all. /quote.

I'sithee.

News 'n stuff

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 11:01:33 GMT

Real sadness.

I can't believe that! It's kinda weird reading up on these things. :\ You never knew the person but you feel this odd... "connection" of some sorts. I for one, really loved his performance in 10 Things About You. I actually feel like renting it out and now and paying some respects. He went to Guilford Grammar, so I reckon they should make a plaque for him. He was rather talented. And this may be "old" news now but's a bit thing in Australia.

News about self on the other hand... er, Kyle finally got to jam with us after coming back from his ghey Busselton holidays. :D So... woohoo! We tried our own cover of Supermassive Black Hole by that band I'm practically a bitch for. So we hope to try songwriting this year, but it might be hard to achieve. I mean, we have some ability to do it, but eh. *shrugs*

I went to Perth the other day and bought some real good stuff, like you wouldn't believe! Robot Chicken Season 2 (and if you have no idea what that is YooTub it), Radiohead's new stuff (which gets just brilliant when you sit down and just LISTEN) plus a "special Kid A." It's unofficial, and a load of tripe, which cost $45, but it's got bonus tracks so I'm happy to buy rather than d/load. I also bought Poke'mon! :D Season One. It's one of my best purchases ever. Then there's Doctor Who to be watched lately. Like, physically sit down and watch it. :P

I'm currently awaiting the release of the HAARP Tour DVD - Muse with great, GREAT patience. I'm going to go absolutely spack when I get to watch it. I mean, I wasn't there, but I will just GET emotional over the fact I wasn't there and the fact it's their music.

Plus, it's nice to be on proper holidays - where I don't have to work. Now I must continue with my Muse fiction Citizen Erased, it won't write itself!!

Holidays!

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 05:00:08 GMT

Ahoy there! I haven't updated this thing lately much, have I? Trust you all had a good Christmas and a great beginning to the New Year even though I talk to some of you elsewheres. :D

My tickets for the Foo Fighters arrived today! So I'm very excited I shall be seeing Mr. Grohl in the flesh! Inez can I borrow your Led Zep shirt? ;)

That previously mentioned "holiday project?" I've begun it with great ease and I currently stand at Chapter Twenty. I aim to do at least thirty, they're short chapters after all, but they managed to get to the point; I hope. I want to thank Steph for helping me out with some things so far.

Holidays are great, yeah. The amp I got for Chrissie is doing wonders and those vinyls are the absolute sex. I'm writing again and I have been quite content with life itself. :P I bought my Year 11 books the other day. I can't believe I'm wearing a white shirt this year! One more year to go of secondary education. :s

I miss jamming at the mo' too. Kyle's up in Busselton vacationing and so I am missing both playing with him and Ash and just his presence is general. It sucks when you're best friend ain't around! He's currently about to go for an interview in Griffin for an apprenticeship. I say good luck to him!

And I say i'sithee to the lot of you!

Bleugh

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 11:40:08 GMT

Have you ever had one of those days when you honestly do not want to do anything but mope and moan about not wanting to do anything?

Those days are beginning to take their course on me and I've been getting extra frustrated with things, too. It's really weird. I hate getting into that kind of mood. I'm a bit like that because my New York-ian friend, Steph, and I haven't finished our third Muse fiction project and I want to get it done but I'm going through some writer's blockage. Ugh. Hopefully THAT subsides, I want to begin my own Muse fiction as a holiday project, and I wouldn't mind beginning it now.

I'm also finally coming to terms with the fact it's going to be a hard task to meet Emma again. I also want to meet Amy, my Brisvegas friend, but y'know how 'rents'll get. We are so hoping to get Emski over to me, but it's such a long shot. I really miss all her family and their loved ones. James was so awesome and Dylan was really cool. I miss Melbourne heaps because even though I was across the country I still felt at home. When you're travelling it's hard for places to do that to you, so I guess Melbourne is relatively special.

I also hate summer. And by the sounds of things, the garage door closed and I need to get my bag out.

Rod Laver Arena, November 15th

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 10:18:24 GMT

Second best night of my life. :p

But if I compared it to Perth now, I wouldn't be saying that. Let's just say Perth < Melbourne.

But I have found Perth is cleaner than Melbourne. Yes, really, Emma. Who is beside me as I speak. WHOO. I'm at Emski Bellamski's HOOSE. YEAH...! It's going to be a sad Sunday, eh? :((((((

Sooo, where to begin with Rod Laver, eh? HOLY SHIT IT WAS IMMENSER. If that's a word... don't think it is. With the same four openers, that never get old, I was waiting anxiously for what could possibly be next. THEY DID FREAKIN' MICROCUTS. Bellamy can STILL do Micro Cuts and it STILL sounds like his balls have dropped. :D Chris played my Pedulla! WHOO. :p

I managed to get some of THE best photos. I thank my mother for the camera she bought me prior to going to Melbourne. It has served me well and I don't leave without it now. Emma can vouch on that. "Tourist" she says.

It's hard to believe that it's over again, and this time yesterday they were taking the stage. Meh. I wished it hadn't finished. We both did. :p BUT IT DID, THE BASTARDS.

On the bright side, before the show had even opened, we saw them go in to Rod Laver. At first we're like, oh Tarago (which happens to Muse's travelling type cars) and then, "Ooh, another Tarago." And pretty soon it was followed by a third which was when we realised that it was Muse. In their Taragos. Arriving to where we'd be seeing them. And we kinda didn't look at them. I got all, "Oh shit." and turned around. Emma was transfixed on teh Bellingmy. Like, REALLY. Although, I got to see him too. And Dom got shifty with us. :D He looked up at us, like, 'come hither' styled. Phwoar. I got the utmost blurriest photo of them going in, and then other all over the place ones because I didn't want to make it so obvious I was taking photos of them. In all honesty, I wanted them to have respect. Emma and I didn't even SAY anything. Didn't DO anything. We just stared at Muse and crew going inside. We were really lucky too, we were the only ones standing around that place when they arrived. Sure we mentally went spack, but we kept control. Dom came out later and let me tell you, his THIN as. Like if you poked him, he'd probably break. But he looked at us again and kinda was eased up on us being there. Pretty sure we caught a TIIIIIIIIIINY smile. Moohaha. EYE CONTACT.

So, hoping they'd come back out, we waited. And they didn't. So we left. Bastards. Again. (Emma piped that in just then. I have seized control of the computer!! MWHAHA.) Anyhoo, I met her family afterwards, two (make an extra non-board member) Musers and security guards. My best friends. :D.

I'm bored right now, there's too much to say, Emma is waiting patiently. I've comandeered her computer, so it's only fair she hops onto her sold-out, extravagant, pompous, shit, shameless plugging, meow, woof, GAY website. Also known as MySpace. I will continue my story of MUSE DAY 2 eventually. Once I tell her off when she's done. RAWR.

Supreme Court Gardens, November 10th, Perth

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 02:42:18 GMT

The best night of my life. Hands down.

The sheer feeling of knowing I was seeing Muse that night sent a chill down my spine. Upon arriving Perth, I met Courtney, Ali and Jess. Court is still the n00b she is today. (Contributing countries - Jakarta. n00b!!!!!!) Ali and Jess were awesome as! You guys have cool accents, hehe. So our Kirkeh Scrapbook was in no way compiled and we were all very nervous around one another, but since heading into the venue we were finally cool with one another. As we said, "TEAM KIRK!"

Court, eventually feeling bad for making us wait for her to print stuff out, sent us Ali, Jess and I to the City. So it was two Brits and an Aussie hanging around the City. Ali should of bought the Stetson. Shame on her! We conquered finding hats and food, and headed down to the venue, excited. It was then Ali and I began going spack for our Muse ears sensed Fury, from such a distance. \m/

We were hanging around soundcheck. Court was nowhere near as to hear it. It was effing awesome. They played The Small Print, Muscle Museum, City Of Delusion, Debase Manson's Grog (!!) and Fury (for like, 20 minutes) for soundcheck. Holy sheet, it was bloody fantastic. Court was being a ninja, being snap happy with her DSLR. You're a ninja n00b.

Then after waiting and finding out the line we were in was wrong, we waited for the following 2 hours to get into the venue. And I am amazed I managed to run the entire way to the barricade, and made it! I am seriously unfit and there I am, arriving two lines behind the barricade. Who. Is. Awesome? So Mum had saved me a spot and then Court spotted the Kirk. She chased after the Kirk. She shook the Kirk's hand. We all got giddy.

The Dirty Secrets played a fantastic set, although during their fourth song, the barricade began to topple over and it took about half an hour to fix it. This was only because all these stoned/smashed idiots were pushing their way in. I'd like to thank Susan and that other twentysomething guy there, helping me not get so crushed. Although the back of the mosh were getting all, "HURRY UP!" us at the front we're all, "PISS OFF!" Amazing. The 'cade was fixed. Dirty Secrets finished. The crowd waited anxiously. We all went spack when the Tama was revealed. It's a proper rock kit.

Although I was being suffocated and crushed up due to my height, I wasn't going to give up. And when Muse took to stage, I didn't at all seem to go, "OMG! That's Muse!! {goes apeshit}" I was like, "Wow. That's Muse up there. My idols. Legends." And the crowd roared, and I concured, screaming, without a single strain on my voice. I saw Kirk and waved amongst being flattened in the crowd and he smiled at me. The stage fell dark. Bellamy took to stage. Take A Bow's synths began, the last Muse song I had listened to 3 days prior to the gig began, and I swear I felt the tear swell.

Muse were fucking immense. I cannot stress enough how much they knew how to work the crowd. They really, really shone with this. They didn't treat it as just another gig, they were more thinking, "We're on an Aussie tour now, this is our first date, let's go for it." Bellamy was amazing vocals pulsated through the veins of each and every fan there, some only attending for the moment. Howard's astounding drumming making our hearts race (I love how he was casually standing there as Matt worked TAB, back facing the crowd) and where can I begin with Wolstenholme, my hero. Chris is the bomb. How he does New Born, I will NEVER understand. Four songs in, I couldn't handle being suffocated by this fat bitch's hair (who wears their hair out at a gig!??!) so as Matt was telling me, "you've got to be the best," I was pulled out with a great deal of difficulty. Sweaty. Dizzy. And I could hardly walk. My legs weak, I found an excellent spot to see Matthew playing the piano and I was touched.

Finding the best view possible for the remaining set, I cheered, I sang (more in key than everyone else) and I screamed. I'm amazed I survived New Born! And when Bellamy began Fury, I was the ONLY person amongst who I was with to go absolutely SPACK. Everyone was like, "What the hell??" I sang along. Everyone watched thinking, "What song is this?" I was so happy. I rang Emma who was like, "HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU!!!!!!" She was jealous, and here's hoping we get it again. I cried during Invincible, but not heavily. I sang Time Is Running Out with the right passion. I rang Kyle when Plug In Baby came on, he didn't seem so enthuised as I expected. He WANTED me to ring! And I clapped correctly during Starlight. THAT was one magical moment. The entire crowd clapping in direct sync, and one of my absolute favourite songs to sing. I screamed as loud as I could seeing Chris play Hysteria mesmerized by his playing. I kind of shunned Stockholm Syndrome admittedly. It's just I find the solo a rip off. It should EXTENDED, dammit. As Plug In Baby came on, the Hullabaloons were released and I scored some confetti! I smiled so widely seeing them. And when I felt the looming presence of Knights Of Cydonia ready to begin, knowing they'd be closing, I didn't care. Muse wrapped me round their fingers and entranced me. And as we all chanted, "No-one's going to take me alive, etc..." everybody went crazy come solo. The CO2 was launched and we all cheered again. And it was over. The most mindblowing experience OVER. But departing was a no go. Court, Ali, Jess and I were determined to meet the band.

As I stood waiting for Court and Ali to show up, I turned around keeping an eye out for Kirk, who was expecting Court & co to be near the toilets (new fetish, Kirkeh?) When I turned, there was Kirk, staring at me and smiling. I clicked my fingers and he walked over, accent thick and attitude friendly. Kirk. Is. The. Shit. So once had a small chat to us, saying he'd be back, Jess and I leapt up and down and squealed as he walked off. We spoke. To. The. Kirk. \m/. Meeting him again, he told us where to go to meet the band, apologising sincerely he wouldn't be able to get as backstage. We didn't care much. We met the Kirk. He left, we finished off the scrapbook for him and rushed over to the band's entrance/exit. We waited. We peeked. Dom was shifty with Court, haha. And after about 1.5/2 hours, they drove out. Kirk, Matt and Dom in one car. And they went past us. Kirk forgetting what he had said. PONCE. I was disappointed, but all in all, the night was so. Totally. Worth. It. It was the passion of the crowd. The hypnotising music flowing around us. The God-like stance of the band. It was Muse.

The best night of my life. Period.

Meet-ups & Music

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 02:50:50 GMT

Saw Rent yesterday for a second time with Emma, from work. This time we got our VIP tickets, and met the cast! Anthony Callea is just a BIT taller than me. And per usual, karma worked it's finest and the picture of me and Tim Campbell, WHOO, turned out awful. Meh. Such is life. Tim was such a bright person!

Must watch the movie now, and get the soundtrack.

Then shortly after arriving home, I got ready to play a very special gig for us. We'd been practising hard, made our setlist and we ended up sounding great and the crowd loved us. Thanks guys, we appreciate your support. It was funny because I kept thinking about how the exact same time next week, I'll be seeing Muse. Oh My God.

Term 4 has arrived

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 14:34:28 GMT

Oh joy. Oh rapture. School.

Hmm. Education. Yes, I do need it. No, I don't want it. But then again, which teenager WANTS to go to school? But the classes I had so far... let's see:

Art first, with the most airheaded, crappiest teacher ever. How? How did they hire her I ask you?!

Health second, where we received our driver training booklets. It's going to be exciting in the next few weeks, learning the basics of driving. I'm hoping to strive further than Inez ever did. (Yeah, that's right sis, you suck.)

Science third, with a rather comical teacher. I also found out I'm still sitting next to my good friend Alison, even though we don't do much work when we're together, but our teacher isn't stopping us, is he?

S&E fourth, OH GREAT. So the department has jumbled two classes up and now Ash and I are only together. No more Kyle. Meh. {shakes fist}. And I still have my shit teacher. How did they hire her as well!!?

Finally, Drama last. Hooray! Cockney Greeks! I'm going to have fun tomorrow.

So yeah, maybe school wasn't that bad after all...

Ch-ch-ch-changessss...

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 05:48:21 GMT

Wow. I archived all these old e-mails from like 3 years ago today, I had not much else to do.

I was rather amazed at how much I've actually changed over the years! I used to use text speak. I was cringing over myself while I read through them. I also used to have a strong obsession with Sum 41, but all the fandom is now on the down low, and Muse has scaled to the top. Amazing. I also apparently ate sarongs.

And let's not forget these people I would mail. There was Emily, my right hand weird buddy who I had so much in common with. We'd go all giddy and stuff over Good Charlotte (dear God... ><) We'd also send each other quizzes, mostly pointless about the bands we loved. We were general banter. Now, we have each other's MSN addresses, but we don't talk to each other at all. It's pretty sad when I think of it, but she's changed a bit too.

Then there was Anna and David. Short lived friends of mine, they were just really nice people to chat to. Amazing. I have no idea if they have the same e-mails, or if they still are existant (I'm guessing they are, they were my age.) Who knows what they could be like now?

Admittedly, I wouldn't mind getting back in touch with these people, but I'm sure how it would swing nowadays.

Time may change me, but I can't change time. ♪

That Wentz fellow...

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 18:04:12 GMT

I've had in my personal message on MSN for a while, "Wentz is the gayest bassist of all time."

Just the other day, some chick's e-mail I have, she began to defend this...ahem, "man." She claimed him to be "the best bassist of all time and the world." Right let's clarify some things "Maddie."

Point #1: Compare Wentz to Geddy Lee from Rush. Geddy Lee wipes the floor clean with "Petey's" arse in one single pluck of a string. Not only that, Rush has sold more albums than Fall Out Boy probably ever will, though some of those were quite bad.

Point #2: Listen to the widely loved Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy. Oh wow. Look at me. TWANG, TWANG, TWANG my E string. Now, let's listen to The Strokes' Juicebox. Fraiture USES strings. Case closed there.

Point #3: I've tried Wentz's bassline for Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (dear God, I cannot stand this song.) Yeah, it's relatively fast. But it's relatively lame. My hero, Christopher Wolstenholme of Muse, has highly more complex fingering. If you compare that gay FOB song to Muse's Hyper Music, you will certainly be dragged into the world of REAL bass playing. Inpecable speed. Tricky fret work. I applaud that man. Wentz. Two strings mainly. Around the same frets. I punch that man.

Point #4: Is he REALLY the best? I think you're saying this "Maddie" because you fancy the fellow. Certain to my mind, Fall Out Boy is more image than music to fans, and often themselves. I have respect for them because they make music, but they are honestly about looks here. It doesn't take Stephen Hawking to see that either. Yes, they're catchy... but it's the manipulative world of pop-rock. It's average to the likes of other mainstream American artists out there (ie. Good Charlotte, The Academy Is..., Panic! At The Disco.) Don't get me wrong, I like the sound of TAI... because it's simple rock. Something everyone needs.

So "Maddie" you can continue loving your Wentz for the rest of your living days, but you only DO because he's, ahem, "teh sexx0rrrrrr....!!!11!1!!1!!!1!!!!111!" That makes me a sad panda.

My generation? Music no longer exists.