so we bent our spoons and howled at the moon to see what science replaced.

I'm in a very hyperactive mood right now, so vdvGBDYxcvnxcnzcnu,mshfyhuhs!!!!1!
This is what happens when one drinks tropical punch and listens to Yves Klein Blue and writes a blog at the same time :3!
HURRAH, happy 2010!
Okay, now I'm not so happy. Curse you, ever-changing mood!
I keep getting in trouble this year for accidents and mistakes and it's only the first fucking day.
I wish my goddamn parents would leave me alone, they don't need to make me feel even more shit by getting angry at me. -_____-
I actually need to cut down on the usage of azn faces/emojis/whatever they're called and stuff, I just use them for want of a better way to express my mood.
I'm so stupid when hypo anyway, I kind of even prefer feeling awful.
Ugh, bad start to the year, plus I had nightmares last night and the fireworks were crap and I just wanted to turn my back on it all and walk away from humanity.
The sooner I go off for my holiday with Maggie the better I think.
Hmm, I really like this picture. Flowers are so lovely and nice, I really do love them, especially apple and cherry blossoms, if they count as flowers.

via some random page on tumblr that i can't be bothered linking.
I need to do more photography, I can't remember the last time I went out just to take pictures.
Oh dear, in the forty minutes it took to write this (because I did other things like make a tumblr account and eat dinner) my mood changed from sugary false-happiness, to hysterical ranting raving sad/madness, to angsty I-Hate-The-World schtick, to a slightly optimistic and calm state of mind. What the fuck, Brain? >___<
Anyway, I'm going to have a little rest and read some more of Factory.
C:
EDIT: for some reason it says this was posted on Thursday but it was actually Friday, stupid Blogger >___>"

Raptor Jesus went extinct for your sins.

I went rollerskating tonight once the weather had stopped being horrid, ( I swear I'm moving to Finland when I grow up) there was this nice yet ominous breeze that gave off a bit of an end-of-the-world vibe, and about time really. Not sure if I'm kidding about that. The stupid skanky people down the road were playing these awful late-90's songs. Guys, just because it's the end of the decade doesn't mean you have to use the same playlist from the end of the last decade.
Today's heat made me very lazy but I ended up having a nice lazy day, as opposed to a gross lazy hot day where you sit in front of fans with nothing to do. I got a great book called Factory which I am reading voraciously not that I really know what that means. It's about Factory Records, the Manchester label that Joy Division and later New Order were signed to. Music history really fascinates me actually, I used to hate factual books but only because I never read any on a topic that I absolutely love. I've been reading a lot of books on 20th century Art too and it's really so interesting, especially Dadaism and Surrealism and of course Pop Art, gee I sound pretentious. I'm not trying to. I also watched Coraline and Ghost World, both were excellent, but I did enjoy Ghost World the most. The characters are so relatable. (Don't know if this is good or bad)
Coraline was so surreal and creepy and unlike anything I've really seen before and I need to not forget to buy it, :D!
Next Tuesday I'm staying by the sea with my dear friend Maggie so that should be nice.
Tomorrow I shall probably do some shopping with Christmas money. I've decided that when I run out of money I'll immediatley apply for a job, I dunno where. The comic book shop would be cool, or a record store or somewhere that I'd actually want to go to. I can't see me cheerily turning up to McDonalds and jauntily hopping into my stupid uniform especially not for six dollars an hour. I'd have to resist the urge not to answer people's orders like Enid in Ghost World:
Customer: "Hi, can I get a medium 7-Up?"
Enid:"Medium? Why sir, did you know that for a mere 25 cents more you can purchase a large beverage? And you know... I'm only telling you this because we're such good friends: Medium is really only for suckers who don't know the meaning of value."
Uh, here's a little internet cartoon that I found to be quite amusing a few months ago that is now festering in the My Pictures folder, blablablah, I talk/write too much.


Anyway happy new year, like, kind of, even though I hate it.
(L)___(L)

Going to the casino, tomorrow night!

What could possibly go wrong?
Today was quite boring and HOT. It consisted of bleaching my hair, getting a new TV, going to friends of my parents' house and willing my face to magically look like Winona Ryder in Edward Scissorhands.

Or in any other movie for that matter but this seemed more relevant because my dad bought it for me on Thursday and I watched it today and also I think it's the only movie I've seen her in anyway, but whatever. I have mixed feelings for Tim Burton, I like a few of his films but he did, in my opinion ruin Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I love Willy Wonka much better regardless of the trippy tunnel scene that used to make me cry. I'm worried about Alice In Wonderland too, but I think it looks okay from what I've seen.
Ugh, my hair feels like that of a Barbie doll. The feeling of bleaching your hair is really quite weird and painful, sort of like molten lava running down your head that's been refrigerated but not enough not to burn (this is apparently your nerve endings tingling, telling your brain to stop lathering toxic agents onto your skull). It turned out quite white unlike the last time's pee-yellow hue. It's only transitory anyway, tomorrow it shall be red :D!
I just realised tomorrow is new year's eve, for some reason I thought it was on Friday, I don't even want to celebrate it because I'm an old fogey who doesn't enjoy anything anymore especially not the fact that years go past so quickly and nothing gets much better. That's not really something to get excited about. Our culture's so stupid. I'm actually so cynical and angsty and sarcastic right now, but it's okay, I'd rather think about how pathetic other people are than be sad and pathetic myself. It's an effective if not positive coping mechanism.
Hmmm, I haven't rollerskated for two days now which is really bad because I'll need to practice forever to get back to where I was before and OH POO.
via silent film picture blog.
I love the fact that I have no idea why she's standing on a stuffed-looking leashed baby alligator.
Anyway,I'm going to bed.
<3

Remember That I Love Kimya Dawson.

When I go for a drive I like to pull off to the side,
of the road, and run and jump into the ocean in my clothes,
I am just a poppyseed inside a great big bowl,
and the ocean is a giant that can swallow me whole,
so I swim for all salvation and I swim to save my soul,
but my soul is just a whisper trapped inside a tornado,
so I flip to my back and I float and I sing,
"I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything,
I am grounded, I am humbled, I am one with everything."


This lady makes me so happy and sane and not so angry at the world.
(L)_____(L)

where is my mind?

Hello friend, as I write there is a shard of Pez in my throat, it is a bit painful. Note to self: Pez are not so exciting you need to guzzle them down especially when you don't even have an exciting movie character dispenser. I used to have one that I think was of a Ham-Ham. Incase you don't know what a Ham-Ham is let me enlighten you. They are the hamsterish characters populating the demented Japanese cartoon Hamtaro which came into the world when everybody was into Hamsters thanks to Hamsterdam and The Hamster Dance and equally irritating things.


I only know about this because, at my first primary school there was an unescapable craze that involved making these things out of plasticeine. People got so seriously into this, there were houses, cars, birthday parties and every kind of food and household appliance. There were a series of unsolved "Ham-Ham murders" where someone who no doubt didn't know how to make them decided to squash other people's out of spite. You're probably thinking this is a bit weird and things like this never happened at your primary school, but I went to a hippie school with about thirty students and a crazy art teacher who made us play musical chairs to the Sex Pistols. (True story) Anyway I was talking about Pez before that little detour into the bizarre history of my life and I must say that while this wouldn't hold any peices of sugary goodness it is most hilarious, why is Fozzie Bear so suited to being disabled and homeless?
via ATYPYK
Oh, I finally got around to doing the Hottest 100 thingamajig, I voted for Boat Behind by Kings Of Convenience, then Digital Love by Yves Klein Blue and All Is Love by Karen O & The Kids and other songs I cannot be screwed typing right now. I don't actually listen to triple j much anymore, it's really like every radio station, they play some certain songs until they become really annoying then play them some more, and I get confused between all these mediocre (sorry) bands that sound the same like The Temper Trap and Passion Pit. I think I confuse those two because they are both to do with an emotional term and something that you can fall into. This is weird but Passion Pit's name always makes me think of the python orgy in "Anacondas". Me and my 90's B-Grade film knowledge -_____-".
Anyhow, speaking of triple j, I'm very excited about a band called Deep Sea Arcade right now, like a lot of people I heard the song 'Lonely In Your Arms' on the radio and I promptly became obsessed. I never likened them to The Beatles but I read a whole heap of comparisons and I guess they kind of are and the singer has a creepy Paul McCartney voice. I don't know what I mean by creepy, just reminds me of a gay, stoner who works at a ghost train at the show.
I don't know. Wow, so many unintentionally good segues in this post! Today has been just fine for me, only in the morning did I feel a bit sad, before I was even properly awake, it was just a haze of gloom sitting in my chest that was gone after a while of walking around concentrating firmly on remembering the words to my favourite Pixie's song which is incidentally the name of this post.
Love, peace and forceflex.

#2

Hello!
Today I have been very lazy, I seriously have done nothing but wade around the internet and play Spyro: Dawn Of The Dragon with my sister, it's a real sophisticated game I tell 'ya.
Hopefully some sort of at least minor acchievement shall be reached by the end of today.
I have no other plans besides rollerskating and popping bubble wrap and I don't exactly know why I'm revealing exactly how lame my life is on this blog but whatever. Onto something...not lame.



These extremely amazing pictures are by a guy called Deth P. Sun.
They're not very big because, they're off Flickr and you have to pay for the full size or whatever.
I love them so very much while at the same time wishing I'd drawn them, probably only I experience this annoying feeling. And I'm not really going to be popping bubble wrap because I just found that I've popped the whole sheet already, the rest of today looks grim indeed.
Anyway, I'll end this now with a particularly amusing (to me anyway) lyric.
"When I get hungry, well I can't hold back, I am a rabid animal with spikes on my back,
so get me a sandwich and a cup of juice 'cause I'm the kinda guy that likes to get loose!"
Oh, Richard In Your Mind how I love you!
c:

Salutations,

I'm Anastasia and I've decided to make a blog for want of something better to do.
I'm fourteen, I live in Ye Olde Adelaide, I like to draw pictures, mainly of woodland animals and bizarre shamans and all manner of craziness. I'm no good at painting though.I love music like nothing else, my absolute favourite three bands are Joy Division, Pixies and Vivian Girls, I don't like old music because I'm some pretentious type of person I just like it because when you are young discovering good old music is an amazing experience, as a teenager you feel like there is only modern music and don't get me wrong there are a lot of modern bands I adore ( Vivian Girls, Kings Of Convenience, Bright Eyes, The XX etc.) but there's something about realising how much good stuff there is still left to listen to and it's very refreshing to hear something new, even if it is old! I have some unbelievably lovely friends that I'd be nothing without too and a few trusted family members, I believe I need to appreciate my family much more, we have gigantic differences but if they were'nt here I wouldn't be either.I eat alot. Mostly Pocky and 2 Minute Noodles, I've been vegetarian since June and it makes me a bit weak because I don't take Iron and Protein supplements and whatnot. I barely excersize and I failed P.E. this year but I intend to get better marks in everything next year. Hopefully my emotional state will be better then. I have had quite an okay year but I've been feeling decidedly miserable and lethargic since the start of the holidays, I really took a turn for the worse which is exactly what happened around this time last year and it lasted until around the end of first term this year, I have no idea what to do about it so I'm just going to concentrate on goals like getting a job and making things and being creative because this is something I take great comfort in.
At this very moment I'm eating puréed fruit and listening to Jealous Bones by Rolo Tomassi.
In the past I've done many other things like had a funeral for an ant and fallen out of a willow tree then pretended a bear attacked me but those things really aren't relevant.
The problem is I don't know what is relevant anymore.
So I'll sort the relevant from the irrelevant by writing down things I like and how I feel which is what this blog is for.
Yesterday I had a theological argument with a girl I hardly knew.
I was at my mother's house, I hadn't been there for a while and they had visitors.
My stepfather's best friend was recently told he had a month left to live and the subject
turned to death. When I told her I didn't believe in God she started asking me "But what if he is real and you burn in hell?" and I realised that I really wouldn't care. There's a lot I hate about myself but what I don't hate is that I'm not scared of what happens to me when I die. I realised that even if I went to Hell, I wouldn't want to go back and live my life in fear of going to Hell even if it meant I got to go to Heaven. I've decided I'd rather just do what I can and not think too hard about what no one knows rather than worry, I have enough things to worry about that don't concern what happens at the end of my life, or everyone's lives for that matter. It was alright at my mother's house though, we sang Coasters songs together and ate Tandoori lentil burgers. I did my stepbrother Dominic's hair like John Travolta and I also realised my baby sister Hannah looks like The Turtle Man from The Master Of Disguise, ahahah, anyway.
Oh, I went to see Avatar (in 3D) last night, too, It was fairly epic.
I'm very sore all over because I got rollerskates for Christmas and they're on a mission to kill me or at least repeatedly, unexpectedly and painfully aqquaint me with gravel and concrete.
I'm getting the hang of them though, but right now I'm going to end this blog because I'm going to watch Little Miss Sunshine.
n_____n