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(no subject) [May. 16th, 2010|10:11 pm]
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I've begun filling in my Friday and Saturday nights with events that will occupy my evenings and keep me distracted from drinking, so considering every Saturday night is no longer penciled in with the usual "The Beat timezz", then I'm going to need to keep track of what I'm doing until I get a diary and also things I still need to purchase.

Attending:
Saturday 22 May - Ron Mueck Exhibition at GoMA 9am - 5pm
Friday 28 May - Briefs at The Judith Wright Centre 7pm
Wednesday 9 June - Russell Brand at Rod Laver Arena, Melbourne 8pm
Thursday 10 June - Melbourne
Friday 11 June - Melbourne
Saturday 12 June - Melbourne/Hervey Bay
Sunday 13 June - Hervey Bay
Monday 14 June - Hervey Bay
Saturday 19 June - Ennio Marchetto at Playhouse QPAC 8pm
Saturday 17 June - In Stitches at Cascade Court QPAC 8pm
Sunday 11 July - Bill Bailey at Concert Hall QPAC 8pm

Need to buy:
- Ron Mueck ticket - $12
- Flights to Melbourne
- Hotel in Melbourne
- Skybus ticket - $26
- Ennio Marchetto ticket - $49.90
- Bill Bailey ticket - $79.90
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(no subject) [Apr. 17th, 2010|05:57 pm]
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"I hope that this opus will be an inspiration to all who are aware that we are a rebellious people who want to fuck shit up, but at the same time we also want a fluffy pillow, a good wi-fi connection and non-prison food for lunch."

- Tiny Acts of Rebellion by Rich Fulcher

Go out and buy it. Support this funny, funny man.

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(no subject) [Apr. 12th, 2010|12:38 am]
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Second entry of the day, I know. Isn't that peculiar?

Something I forgot to mention, I've been entertaining the thought of going back to Paris for about a week now, and I think that's something that I should do. I really disliked it last time I was there, from the people, to the cleanliness, to the food (aside from croissants, because they obviously have them down) but I feel like I need to give it another chance. I came back all, "I won't go there again," but I just think I have to. It feels strange that I will go through life being disappointed by Paris when so many people think it's one of the greatest cities in the world. Having said that, people think New York is pretty great and I wasn't fussed on it either. I didn't dislike it, I just wasn't at all wowed by it. The things I liked about it were the exact same things I like about Brisbane, just on a much larger scale, so whatever.

But Paris is different. I feel like maybe I just had a bad experience. Certainly my interactions with French people may improve so that could put Paris in a more positive light if I don't interact with as many rude/skeezy people. Moar people like the sweet, alternative girl at the Metro ticket booth please. There's a lot more for me to experience in Paris, I think. Like, I'd like to go to the Louvre, see the Arc de Triomphe and get a boat ride down the Seine. Perhaps even go to the Moulin Rouge if I could afford it. You know, those sorts of things. All this sounds pretty ambitious and it will only be if money and time allows, but you never know. I'm also kind of keen to do that all alone. I want to relax in a very foreign city, where no one knows me and I can't speak the language. I think I'd like to do that just to prove something to myself. Prove what, I'm not quite sure. Although, I do have my reservations about going alone because my French is poor if not almost non-existant and I'm a girl alone in a country where my experiences of Frenchmen previously have been very frightening. That worries me a little.

Something else that has kind of been plaguing me is this ridiculous self doubt or something. I'm not even sure what it is. I've just been thinking a lot about me and my birth and I don't even know. There's this thought that's been weighing on me a little bit. You see, I was a planned child. My sister is four years older than me, however two years after her birth, my mother fell pregnant with a son. His name was William and he was stillborn. I know my mother was devastated by losing him, even though I wasn't born when it happened. She used to have a photo of him on her nightstand, and they had his body cremated. I knew it was hard on her, because whenever I spoke to her about it, you could see her visibly upset and her eyes welling up with tears. Sometimes I think of him. Not often, but sometimes. Sometimes I feel like there is this piece missing from the family. Sometimes I feel like I don't belong. My parents never wanted three children. They only ever wanted two. I know how desperately my dad wanted a son. Sometimes I just feel like, "What if?" If he had lived, I would not be born. It's interesting. Sometimes I even think of the possible twin that I had, but a lot less than I think about William. I once even wrote him a letter. I was eight years old and I distinctly remember showing it to my teacher and having to explain who William was. It's difficult sometimes though, because I've never really felt I fit in with my family, and this mindset of, "You're the replacement child and you have failed," creeps into my head. Like he would have made them so much more proud of him than they will ever be of me. And I know it's ridiculous, because I know my parents love me and are proud of me and wouldn't trade me for anyone else, but it doesn't ever stop my mind from making me think these things.
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(no subject) [Apr. 11th, 2010|09:11 pm]
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I find out next week if I still have a job after my contract ends in May. They sounded pretty positive and used the disclaimer that the renewal will be based on performance and such, but they said they see no reason why we wouldn't all be renewed. While this has appeased me to some extent, I am still nervous, because that's just how I am. With each person that quits, I feel a little more safe.

Our house is a mess right now and it's kind of bothering me. Dishes seem endless as of late and I was packing it and unpacking it every morning before I started work last week and it kind of got to me a little. I just hate feeling like I'm the only one who does anything. Michael does occasionally clean, but he'll do a massive cleanup once in a blue moon but I'd rather just have it reasonably tidy and clean rather than deal with filth until that one, big clean comes along. Although, I don't even particularly like it when he does it because anything I have lying around, or anything Alys leaves lying around ends up in my room because he doesn't know who it belongs to and he doesn't place it in my room, he just dumps it everywhere. We have this running joke where I call his version of cleaning, "rearranging stuff". Like, "Hey Michael, last time you moved things around, what did you do with this?" Because it's so half-assed sometimes. The general house looks great but I have to wade through rubbish all in my room which majority of the time is not even mine and have to hunt for things that were previously easily accessible.

Although, as much as I moan about my roommates, I love them to death. We're a family. We hang out together all the time, watch tv together, go out to dinner with each other, go shopping, everything. We're very rarely in our room by ourselves unless we're sleeping. Alys has been having real health problems lately, after she had gastro, but possibly not gastro, as it appears to have come back. She was crying today because she had to come home from work because she was in so much pain and I felt for her. She's like a little sister. She's sometimes annoying, sometimes naive and I get fed up that she doesn't give me privacy, but under all that it's love. We had a video conference with our old roommate Giordana over skype and we all sat on the couch smushed up talking to her and it wasn't unusual. Like, that's what we do all the time. We don't just live together; we're great friends that like each other's company and I'm glad I have that relationship with them both and have found two people that I'm so compatible with in regards to a living situation.

Also, you should definited check out this band, Bonfire Nights. I think they're brilliant and that's saying something because I never like the bands that add me to twitter/myspace (lol except for that one time The Dresden Dolls added me to myspace and I was like, "WAIT, WHAT?"). You can also download a few of their tracks here.
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Writer's Block: My favorite T [Apr. 3rd, 2010|09:19 pm]
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Do certain items of clothing remind you of people or events from your past? If so, what garment reminds you of a particularly happy memory?


Yes. It is the reason I do not wear a lot of clothing in my wardrobe. I very rarely have good memories associated to clothes, but I easily attach bad memories, or bad experiences to clothing. If the experience is awful enough, I refuse to wear the garment again, which limits the clothing I wear. For some reason, I don't throw it out, even if it has bad memories attached to it, and I don't know why. Call me sentimental?
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(no subject) [Mar. 1st, 2010|11:35 pm]
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As some of you may know, I'm reading Homo History. While I would love to read this book and feel proud of all the accomplishments the LGBT community has made, instead I just read it and feel angered by the misunderstanding, the prejudice and injustice.

Currently on the "making gays straight" part. Angering. I was watching a documentary (well it's been featured in a few, actually) about some of these people that believe to be cured of their homosexuality. Funny thing is, they often admit that they still have homosexual desires, yet they do not act on them.

I've always thought of it like this: you can tell a man he has poor vision, however it is then his choice whether he accepts it and wears the glasses or instead pretends as though he can see. Whether you wear the glasses or not, you're still a man with poor vision.

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(no subject) [Mar. 1st, 2010|12:05 am]
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Paragraph 175. Who has heard of this? I am shocked that this completely appalling fact is constantly overlooked when discussing the holocaust and being a quarter German myself, my own nationality's history.

Paragraph 175 was part of the German Criminal Code and deemed any acts between males, consenting or otherwise, a crime. It originally read:

Unnatural fornication, whether between persons of the male sex or of humans with beasts, is to be punished by imprisonment; a sentence of loss of civil rights may also be passed.

As soon as the Nazis were in power, Paragraph 175 became useful for their persecution. It was even broadened to include "lewd acts", which included sexual conduct that did not always include physical contact, could be prosecuted. People were often convicted on suspected behaviour, through the use of "pink lists", which were a list of names of people suspected to be gay by friends and neighbours.

Historians believe as many as 100,000 were imprisoned or sent to concentration camps and it is believed that fewer than 4,000 survived. Those who died constitute one of the highest mortality rates of any non-Jewish prisoner factions in the camps. Not to mention, the concentration camps often treated them as medical cases which involved "cures", such as performing surgery to insert a capsule that released testosterone that often resulted in illness or death and castration. While castration was often performed in return for a promise of leniency, camp officials often castrated many homosexuals on a whim.

Between 1945 and 1969, around 50,000 more men were convicted and sentenced.

This genocide of homosexual men appears to be entirely overlooked, it would seem. Did I really need another reason to be completely ashamed of my heritage?

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(no subject) [Feb. 17th, 2010|11:43 pm]
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Thoughts on Torchwood now I've seen a decent amount of episodes:

- GDL is absolutely handsome as Ianto. Still have image of RL GDL in my head however.
- I actually really love Owen and hate that they kill him off.
- I hate Gwen, but having said this, Owen/Gwen just work for me.
- Jack/Barrowman is always as brilliant as I thought and while I do not fancy Jack, he's bloody good-looking.
- I seriously really like Owen, the cocky arrogant bastard.
- I have no thoughts on Tosh, tbh. Need to get into her more.
- This show has a lot of, "I'm going to get with you and then I'll get with you, and then you'll get with me" going on. It feels like my real life, haha.
- Did I mention I like Owen and that he's a fox?

From The IT Crowd: "That's the sort of place this is, Jen. A lot of sexy people not doing much work and having affairs." LOLOLOL IT'S TORCHWOOD. only they do do work.
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(no subject) [Feb. 17th, 2010|11:43 pm]
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Thoughts on Torchwood now I've seen a decent amount of episodes:

- GDL is absolutely handsome as Ianto. Still have image of RL GDL in my head however.
- I actually really love Owen and hate that they kill him off.
- I hate Gwen, but having said this, Owen/Gwen just work for me.
- Jack/Barrowman is always as brilliant as I thought and while I do not fancy Jack, he's bloody good-looking.
- I seriously really like Owen, the cocky arrogant bastard.
- I have no thoughts on Tosh, tbh. Need to get into her more.
- This show has a lot of, "I'm going to get with you and then I'll get with you, and then you'll get with me" going on. It feels like my real life, haha.
- Did I mention I like Owen and that he's a fox?

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(no subject) [Feb. 3rd, 2010|01:02 am]
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Fell off the happy wagon today and had a public "wahhh" today over Wentz's shenanigans. Disappointed in myself and obviously crushed upon hearing the news, I did what I thought was best and went to bed.

So, I believe I'm now ready to look at this in a positive light. Okay, it sucks. A piece of my childhood has died. Since my first listen of Take This To Your Grave, I knew this band would be one of those bands. They were one of the first bands that made me excited about music. Like, where I'm burning CDs for people that don't even want them, just because I'm so stoked on them.

So, there ends an era. Not going to pretend it wasn't entirely unexpected. But you know what? While there may never be any more Fall Out Boy, there will be Patrick Stump's long awaited solo career, Burning Empires, and my hoping-to-god Joe's Full-Time Morrissey Covers Band. They'll never be Fall Out Boy and may never mean as much to me as Fall Out Boy did, but it's not the end of them all, or the end of the world.

I would rather them end this way, before they ended up killing each other and producing music that lacked the heart and passion of the Fall Out Boy we all know and love.

And who am I kidding? There'll never be another Take This To Your Grave. That album is FLAWLESS.

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