Ok Right now…the Australian Music scene is teeming with talent.
The Veronicas
The Galvatrons
The Potbelleez (although technically two of them are irish..but like russell crowe we will adopt them for the fame!!!)
Faker
and of course a big happy birthday to the new divine miss m…KYLIE!! She’s still going strong. RAD!!!
I don’t know why this was an important subject for my blog…but I’m just in love with all of them right now!
Im off to bounce along to Timbaland.
LATERS…. xoxoox
Trawlling the internet as i do…I swear I rarely work, yet everyone here loves me and I came across this…
can anyone say what tha?
v.interesting.
Well, its the start of another work week (three cheers for that!) and apart from a MASSIVE fight with the bf, which was in public btw, There is nothing much to report. So I thought I’d do another one of my loving/hating lists!! And I have a few things to put on both i might add.
Loving:
Hating:
That should do for now!
Love me
xoxo
Hello Loyal Followers…(ahh yeah, i have none! cept that guy who asked where i got my background. Just one of the ones they provide btw sir!)
Anyway…there again isn’t much to report. OHH WAIT YES THERE IS (dramatic build up there). I trekked back to the hole over the weekend (one night and it was torture) to go out for Town’s (I’m going to call her C because i so don’t remember what i named everyone!!) Birthday. Well….if you’ve ever pulled a piece of glass out of your foot…then you’ll know how i was feeling all saturday night. Again. Toture.
The night started off well enough. C, S and I were all sitting around in the hotel getting ready, eating, laughing, you know. It was comfortable! Then A, E and V show up. Now I like these girls. They’re fun. But they’re not exactly the most trustworthy, or the most classy of girls. So everyone was getting ready and drinking and the boys all came around. Then all hell broke loose. E was threating to beat up G (BRAND NEW CHARACTER PEEPS!!! shes young, hot bod…but horsey teeffff……oh deary) cos G said shit about E…omfg. can we chill out on the beating up talk ladies. The A and V got on side, and they were havin a nice bitch sesh, and C kinda lost it. By this time, my boyfriend and his warm bed were flashing through ma mind. ERRRGGG….. So after a few more drinks and 20 year old men jumping out of cupboards (maturity) we headed out to town. Welll…..things just went downhill from there. After a couple hours of extreme fun (even if i was surronded by CUBs…(fab new word…it means cashed up bogan…def love!)) a scud missile headed for town, in the form of an ugly boy, who btw has a dead tooth. If i seem bitter….i am. The scud…well, him n me, used to be a thing (did i mention this already…shmeh, u can hear it again!) until he met C (who was my bestie at the time), then he moved onto her. Well ah yeah they’re best friends now (cough cough, lies anyone?), n he came to celebrate her birthday (sooo sweet..errrrr…yeah.) but yeah, rocked up with his new chick (skinny, pale, wearing jeans that were waaayyyyy tooo big!). so C then proceeds to bestie up with tha bitch, and the aformentioned dead toothed scud missile decides to make shit with me even more awkward! By this point my whinge levels had gone to EXTREMEEEE!!!! and I was ready to pack it in and go home. But not before another two hours in an azn club (loves the style btw). I then went home, fell into bed, passed out, woke up four hours later. Yes. No sleep. Then to drive all the way back to my new home town! Wow…dull story. It seemed a lot more excitin in my head.
Anyyyywwaaayyy, my lovely parents have dissapeared to the other side of the globe…to Florida. They’re seeking out their retirement home. No I’m totally kidding. CONFERENCE. and of course, for the 3rd year in the row, I am not allowed to go (i hate work!). Hmm but the ever beautiful mother will bring me loads back. Cos she’s a gem.
May or may not have had a massive fight with my boyfriend, and kicked him out of my car. And then i had to get my sorry on, and pleade with him to get back in the car. Ok, so I could not leave him in the middle of no where, and I kinda wanted a bit of nookie later on! Sorry…I am 19, and a girl!
I haven’t seen my adorable little B in sooo long! I am supposed to go out and visit her one night this week….but when…when will i go?
FINALLY GETTING MY HAIR DONE. Last time I promise to leave it, so my boss’s daughter can use me as a hair model. My roots….its actually that embaressing. I just let myself go until i get my hair done. Tacky. Im starting to look like trailer trash. Its yuk.
Welll, nothing else going on.
Stay pretty people.
xoxoxo
Hmmmmm…Right now.
Loving:
The Veronicas
Electric Purple
Oversized Jersey Knit Dress
Laughing at my pathetic ex-friends
My boyfriends bandana hanging out his back pocket…yuummmyyy
Not Loving:
My roots coming through
The lack of colour in my wadrobe (its all black or grey!! ew!)
My ipod being busted (self infliction is a biatch!!)
The bitch in marketing.
Ahh, don’t you love it when you wake up in the morning and you can’t breathe out your nose?
Of course you don’t. It’s disgusting and very unattractive!
Aside from waking up with blocked pipes (like the analogy? Analogy? right word yey or nay? who actually cares) I’ve had a great week! The parentals came up to look for houses….found one that papa bear and I adored…but at 1.1 million for a town house….I don’t think so!! The boyfriend is being adorable. Offered to buy me a new dress….which I didn’t accept, but the thought is what counts.
However, of course there will always be some whore(/s to rain on my parade). Turns out Town and Pop-N-Fresh are “besties”. Gag. Those two have a stronger hate for each other than I do for g bangers above the pants. Which is…….STRONG. hahahaha. My darling bOObs (did I intro her? well she’s absolutely gorgeous, huge breasts with a tiny waist. Only issue, she used to (USED TO) have a drug problem, but then again most of my friends do!!) calls me to tell me that there are gag worthy photos of them “chilling, drinking and being chummy” on bebo…
YEY for them! I hope that their great love for themselves doesn’t get in the way of this blossiming friendship. And that it doesn’t crash and burn….. (sarcasm anyone?)
What else to report. oh yes. I may or may not have spent my entire pay cheque already. And I got paid on Wednesday. I do believe I may have a problem (at least it’s not drugs!). But I did buy the most beautiful shoes. Which some dirty old lady at my work had the nerve to call slippers. Someone didn’t let her in on the memo that “peasant skirts” went out with rollerblades (which suprisingly i have seen an influx of lately, but then again I was sitting on the most homosexual street in Australia, so that may be why. Gay men are trailblazers. Bringing back trends whilst getting fit! HELLO STRAIGHT MEN OF AUSTRALIA!!! Take up rollerblading. I would myself, but well, I’m a little unco…and it would be a disaster of Titanic proportions!!).
Wow I talk a lot of BS.
Ahhh Madonna on the radio. Please god, make sure I have the money so my breasts look like that when I’m fifty! Snaps for her for looking tops….hot hot hot. And of course JT doesn’t do too badly.
Well, I think I’ve realeased all the un-important junk filling my brain.
I will bore you no longer!
Remember, nobody likes black roots and blonde hair.
xo xo
This is the best song in the world.
Australian dj Muscles’ ChocolateRaspberryLemonandLime. It’s fairly simple, but it just makes me feel soooo good.
i wish that i could keep you in my pocket, so i can play with you all the time. wrap you up in a little blanket, chocolate, raspberry, lemon & lime! cause you're mine. my dreams are tropical icy cold, i'll shake you up from the top of the bottle, wake you up in the middle of the night, wrap my fingers around you from left to right. cause you're mine. I
Oh I do apologise for how emo that last post was. Ew ew ew. I suprised myself this morning when I’d reminded myself of what I’d written. Don’t get me wrong, it’s all true. Everyone of the girls’ testimonials is 100% true. But I am not one to judge usually.
Yuk. My sister and her boyfriend are in the bathroom, and he’s showering. Scary Scary thoughts.
Anyway, today is ANZAC day, and for the first time in my 19 years, I went to a dawn service with my mother. I’m shocking like that. I do things that people would never believe I would do!!! It was very moving. And scary to think that the world may have to resort to that kind of large scale war to fix everything that is wrong. Here’s hoping it doesnt.
Not much else to report. Pop-N-Fresh dogged me last night, after she invited herself over. But no suprises there. It’s pretty typical of her.
hmmmm, well you’ll hear from me when I have a little more to talk about.
love love love
xo xo
well, I’m not too certain why I decided to start my blog. I guess I wanted to write my life down, to see if that’s the remedy. The Remedy to everything that seems to go wrong.
I’m 19, come from an upper middle class Australian family, with a semi famous father. Woot woo for me.
But in all seriousness, I need someone to listen I guess.
This is the LD (low down for those of you who are gen Y vocab illeterate!!).
I was subjected to a private all girls school for 13 years of my life. My interaction with boys was from prep to grade two. As good as the oppurtunities were, I’d say the reason I’ve turned into such a arrogant, self indulgent drama queen. Yes. I know exactly what I’m like. And it doesn’t phase me at all.
It all started to go down hill in about grade 8, when I dumped my best friend (who was brilliant, but ended up becoming a pot smoking slut ((from what i’ve heard))) and started hanging out with the wrong people.
These were fourteen year old girls who were also smoking pot, drinking and climbing in the back of strange cars. For years I’ve wanted to chronicle these girls, each with their own twisted personality. And now with the freedom for anonymitinty….i can.
Lets go through them shall we:
1.LB-Possibly one of the sickest people you will ever meet. The girl was self destructive. After spending years bullying everyone around her into doing what she wanted, she ended up with a psycho who beat her and sold drugs for a living. She is now in the witness protection program. Drug dealer brother
2.EE-LB’s Muscle. Physically and emotionally terrifying. Had senior girls cowering. Her presence alone was enough to make you shiver. But the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Parents were doctors.
3.Wein-Mind F**ker. Horrible child. Broken family. Used to delibrately break a person down to watch them cry, because she though it was funny. Creepy father.
4.Town-Extremely Pretty. No Personality. Yet controlled everyone around her. Dated guy after guy after guy. Ended up becoming my closest friend, and then fucking it up….for a guy. Suprise Suprise.
5.Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee-These two never went anywhere without each other. Dressed alike, and yes, though it was cool. Dated each other boyfriends (serial cheaters) and relied on hair straighteners to see them through the “tough years”.
6.Rake-Also a best friend of mine. But basically to become popular, the girl would probably throw you in front of a bus. Had a particular fetish for boys of a certain race. Which at a conservative all girls school was not accepted.
7.T-Bone-A true bohemian, a living example of why the free life is actually fairly shit. Repressed by her parents, turned to drugs to ease the pain. Now has a gay brother. The two of them are fairly dissapointing to their families I’d say.
8.Cat-Fascinating. A girl who is so unbalanced, who is suspected of having bi-polar disorder (only by me and a few others). Made worse by the death of her father two years ago. Again, another one who turned to drugs. But every one of the above, have all had some substance abuse problem in their lives.
9.Pop-n-fresh-Was an extremely chubby girl. Until an eating disorder kicked in a she lost like 20 kgs. Then she got “hot” and we all had to hear how hot she was every….single…day. Being that insecure is unhealthy. Inevitably she’ll self destruct. One of the great loves of my life, but so selfish, it makes me want to yak.
10.Me-Well, lets say I was independant. Until I decided that being bad was so much better than being good. 14 with a drinking problem, smoking. The only thing I wasn’t doing was having sex, which apart from one, all the girls were actively involved in by the age of 15.
My story isn’t that of sorrow, or of terror. It is just girls who have too much, taking it all for granted. And I don’t want pity, or scolding for abusing my friends the way I have. Read on, and you’ll find out there is so much more to this story.
Until next time.
xo xo
