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29th May 2002
Well all my lectures were cancelled today once I was at uni.
I cancelled my tutorial due to not wishing to go, and the lecturer for my 2pm was sick. Subsequently, after a brief (very brief) panic about lack of resources for my Conducting Folio due tomorrow, Nicole and I hit the city in the cold, windy rain.
It was thrilling. No, really.
We window shopped and felt things. I almost bought the sexiest pair of $160 pants but refused cos the shop assistant wouldn't acknowledge me at all. It would be unprofessional to mention that the store was RED SQUARE in BROADWAY ON THE MALL. I urge you all to boycott this shop. Dearie me, don't these people realise how easy it is to make my buy shit? Hell, he was cute he'd only have to smile at me and out would come the card.
Of course no window shopping is complete without Ugliest Thing In The City.
- Bessie Head has these DUH-vine tops for sheilas which are made out of fishnets in all the fashionable colours of salmon and turd brown. They are all crinkly and look like they've shrunk in the dryer.
- Bessie Head (again) has these charming long sleeved fitted tops made out of stretchy pantyhose-esque style material in beige. They also look somewhat shrunken.
- And SUPRE (of course) has their HOT LOOK FOR THE WEEK out, and being the bastion of haute couture that it is I trust it IMPLICITY. Imagine a 3/4 length terrycloth bathrobe. In pale pink or pale blue. Imagine sparkles and glitter through it. This is a HOT LOOK FOR THE WEEK, and Supre would never lie. According to the ticket, it was $68 which is a bit pricey for Supre so we're assuming it's an error and should read $6.80. Or perhaps $0.68
There was also much amusement in the gayest shop in town- Vogue For Men. It's so gay. But once again, I was ignored. Hence they will never see my gold visa card ever. Hmph.
I feel as if I should be doing more work for Con. In fact, I probably should be. But we all know it's not going to get done. I just wrote a 100 word summary on a video I've never seen (thanks to the online library catalogue giving me all the referencing info yay).
I realise that no one ever goes https://sheepishtunes.tripod.com/irockyourworld/id1.html here for a series of wonderful links (truly, they are tremendous indeed and you should go more often I assure you) so here is a fanfuckintastic link for today- http://www.cycleboy.com/
OH GU NOW HAS GRIFFO THE GENIE TO GUIDE US THROUGH USING A COMPUTER AT CON. It was disturbing and weird. Imagine the genie from Aladdin with a weird robotic voice and telling you things like-
Don't forget to save!
Save regularly!
Floppy Disks are Unreliable!
I hope this genie dies.
11:30pm- the latest threat in Afghanistan? Gay farmers trying to fuck the British marines- http://www.news.scotsman.com/topics.cfm?id=561752002&tid=1
And another reason why Bush should be put to rest- he asked Brazil if they had any blacks. Brazil, for your information Senor Bushwanker, has the largest percentage of black people outside Africa.
26th May 2002
Golly it HAS been a long time. Maybe I developed something resembling a life. Who knows.
Well I've worked a lot. Con has been busy.
But last night was the UBER-REDCLIFFE ADVENTURE to the Divine Miss Em's birthday party. It only took an hour to get there, in which time we traversed many a postcode and UBD page in Anne's trusty Volvo (or iced vovo, I forget which). Splendid time had by all.
...zzzz....
10:40pm. I just watched Ian McKellen's Richard III on video... they shift the time to the 1930's which just works amazingly well... I'd love to do an operatic adaption of it... and besides Shakespeare thinks of the most kickass lines ever. I'm currently sifting through the script to find the line spoken by Elizabeth (Annette Bening) after Richard claims he did not kill her young children.
No doubt the murderous knife
was dull and blunt
Till sharpened on your stone hard heart
To revel in the entrails of my lambs.
Woohoo!
22nd May 2002
Oh Hurrah! This has been the first time I've REALLY been able to add text all week... how uberful...
The escalator tried to eat me today at Central. It grabbed on to my shoelace and would not let go. It was not cool.
Went to the Burning Fiery Furnace which was quite brilliant... but the pews in St Andrews were so frickin' hard I probably concentrated a little too much on trying to un-numb my butt and a little too less on what was going on.
Having such a good compose. Got the AYO brochure for 2003 today and it's pretty fuckin' incredible... Ross Edwards is the comp tutor which is going to fuck up Vietnam if I get in... cos now I have to apply, whereas I was hoping it would be someone I wasn't fussed about. But I may not get in twice, so no point worrying yet. I'm also going to apply for New Music Now in Sydney... but they're only taking three so I doubt I'll get it, but one of the tutors, Graeme Koehne, was my tutor at camp this year so surely that has to be good...
Collab was amazingly brilliant today for some reason... but then Stephen (lecturer) copped it from someone for like 15 minutes afterwards and we could hear the student yelling from outside the room and round the corner... somewhat amusing but the student concerned is a bit of a tosser so hurrha... but poor Stephen anyhow.
I managed to disconnect William's internet by divine intervention on Tuesday which was pretty fab... I just said "disconnect" and to everyone's amazement it did. Then and there. With no interference from anyone.
You have been warned...
I must remember to return the Diaghilev book tomorrow...
19th May 2002
I was all psyched to do a journal entry tonight and Tripod was having some kind of cyber-hysteria. So I'm typing into Word for later upload. My life is so exciting.
I'm such an idiot.
I spent over an hour printing 50 pages of score for various people when I realised I'd printed the wrong fucking version. Impressed I was not. It's not a major problem, mostly cosmetic, but it will irritate me.
I considered seppuku but couldnt find a sharp enough knife.
Somehow I survived my double shift yesterday. Hurrah. Not sure how, as the evening shift consisted of 90mins of stylised aerobics by 10 year olds in leotards.
Anne had a crazy dream about my house and two Christmas trees in the fridge. It's quite tremendous so doodle on over to her journal and hopefully it's there by now. I'd provide a link, but as earlier mentioned I am in Word and can't be bothered. And as Anne is the only other person in my knowledge who reads this journal, she hardly needs a link to her own webpage.
In other news, my parents bought another rental property on Saturday. Over the phone. At my brother's soccer game. I'm beginning to get worried about those two.
18th May 2002
Sleepy. Doing a double shift today. Fuck.
Had two concerts yesterday. Some of my Not Dances were performed dismally at the Con, and then played in my old school's centenary concert at night which was mildly enjoyable. My parents don't seem to believe me when I tell them it was fine... they seem to think that I had a spectacularly wonderful time and five hours has successfully erased any feelings of resentment I reserve for that place and the people who populate it. Sigh.
Did pick up some gossip though. Matt Bradbury is getting married. Dear god. He's 19. Sigh. And there's nothing dubious about it at all. How odd.
I need to check all my QPAC wages... they don't look too kosher... but it's so effortful and I'm trying to make myself be bothered.
15th May 2002
I had the weirdest dream just before I woke up this morning.
I was a cabaret revue star. Doing a show in the Concert Hall at work, with an audience of 1500 loving fans. I remember standing in the wings, waiting for my cue, and Rish and Julz were there and were really hyper-excited. Then the music started (Fit as a Fiddle from Singin' in the Rain in case you were wondering) and I burst out on to the stage and flipped really really high in the air, accidentally hitting one of the two torches I was carrying on the railing of the organ balcony. I landed to wild applause and made some wry comment about breaking a torch. Andy seemed to be some sort of tech guy, and he was standing in front of the stage and I handed him the broken torch and he gave me a stern look.
I want an imaginary internet country. It's so sad and geeky BUT I WANT ONE. I use to love making up countries and cities and shit when I was a wee bairn. This may explain my constant fixation with all the various guises of Sim City and The Sims. My country was Simnation... it had maps and everything! I loved maps so much. I still do.
St Peters did a 40 minute rehearsal of my piece today!! I was being all techie and going to record it on to my MD, it used up most of the battery but then I realised I neglected to actually switch on the microphone.
I am an idiot.
13th May 2002
...am crying my way through Six Feet Under tonight... gay bashing death, horrible... there's picket lines at the funeral...very depressing... not going to sleep for ages tonight... grah... stupid world... worse thing is that this happens so often, and there are sad motherfuckers who picket line funerals saying "YOUR SON IS GOING TO HELL" etc etc... this world is so fucking fucked sometimes.
I get really eloquent when I'm pissed off and upset, don't I?
Called into work tonight (note me vainly trying to restore some dignity to this journal entry)... originally doomed to the Daniel O'Donnell (THE WORLD'S BEST SELLING EASY LISTENING MALE VOCALIST) wailing Smiling Irish Eyes at the Blue Rinse Set... fortunately was switched to be my own duty manager at the Cremorne for the CEO's wife's surprise birthday party. Weird responsibility. Had the whole theatre to myself... had to do all this tricky duty-manager shit (ok so it wasn't really that tricky, mostly flicking light switches). It did mean however that I was able to dismiss myself AND make it home just as Six Feet Under was beginning.
Oh scary icky usher whom I distaste muchly, Hakkabub*, has now started referring to Muslims as Infidels. He's a real charmer. Hakkabub** is also a crazy fundamentalist Catholic. Yet evidently his devouted-ness does not extend to stopping him picking up strange boys in the park every night on his way home! And trying to pick up all the young new staff! Tremendous! You go Hakkabub***!
...gah Billy is getting so scary... he's getting violent and icky towards Nate argh argh argh...
Finally handed in shocking harmony assignment today. No doubt it will provide humour to the marker.
*-not his real name
**-actually it really begins with G
***- I do really want to tell you who this is, but I think it may violate some kind of privacy laws
12th May 2002
I'm exhausted. Cooked brunch for my mummy this morning. We had individual breakfast trifles; smoked salmon, camembert and dill frittata (which turned out excellently); smoky ham, jarlsberg and egg toasted sandwiches; choc chip and pistachio friands. The first two turned out excellently, the sandwiches took forever to cook and the friands were as hard as rocks but ok in little bits with cream.
I didn't really have much else to do all day cos I was too busy.
Another thrillingly boring journal entry. Hoop-dee-doo.
11th May 2002
Stupid dumb crappy harmony. I've spent ALL DAY doing the stupid assignment due Mon. ARGH. It took me 5 hours to do six four-bar questions this morning. I'm surprised I survived such a marathon effort.
I also have a new addiction- the New York Times, in particular the Arts section. It's molto interesting and a nice way to avoid work AND look intelligent at the same time, something I'm always interested in.
...am listening to the Rite of Spring hurrah so cool...
Have been having THE BEST compose the last few days with my orchestral piece based on Van Gogh paintings... finished two movements now- Bridge in the Rain and Skull With a Cigarette (which is a really cool title for an orchestral piece).
Went to the annual musical of my old stomping ground tonight which was amazingly wonderful... Jim as the Major General was incredibly funny, and James as Frederic was excellent, which isn't surprising considering how many times he's done it. The girl who played Mabel, Sophie, did wonderfully on an exceptionally tricky vocal part. Her voice was a little unsteady at first, but showed strong projection in the finale sections.
And very weird was that the old group all ended up there- me, Sam, Thommo, Stu, Dunz AND EVEN JON. That was perhaps the weirdest thing of all. Julz, Rish, Lou, Kirsty and Caxia also all came and had fun. Hurrah.
...zzzzz......
10th May 2002
Had the blobbiest day all day which was absolutely splendid.
Went to see the Ignatians' production of Kismet which starred the tremendous Dustin as some sort of guard... anyway, it wasn't really my thing. But everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and it was making a lot of people happy so that's the main thing.
There was also a girl with a lampshade on her head. I'm not entirely sure why, but it reduced me to hysterics nonetheless. Not just a little lampshade, but a huge one. Odd odd odd indeed.
8th May 2002
TENSE.
very very tense
I haven't stopped working since 7:45am this morning. Scream.
I had a St Peters rehearsal for Composers-in-Schools this morning, however I neglected to set my alarm (ho ho) and hence didn't wake up until 7:15am. It takes 20minutes to sort of jog to St Peters from my house. Grah. But I made it, because I'm wonderful.
Busy busy busy day. Too much work. Scream.
Conducting prac tomorrow. Scream.
Harmony Assignment worth 30% of which I understand 0%. Big scream.
6 hours short of music for the art gallery concerts in August. *insides curl up and die slow horrible death*
I missed the train home by one second. Literally. I was stepping off the platform into the train when the doors closed in my face. I had to jump back onto the platform a la action hero (well not really but you get the idea).
Had to catch the stupid 5:24 which is molto crowded. I really really hate it when the train is packed but some asswipe sits on the outside of a pair of seats, as if daring you to climb over them to the empty seat. I always make a point of sitting next to these people, and doing aforementioned climbing. It would be a much more effective gesture, I'm sure, if everyone did it.
I have about (WARNING: exaggeration ahead) 3000 terms to learn for my conducting written exam tomorrow. I can't remember the German ones. I'm ok with Italian and French. Did you know that zuruckhalten means ritardando which means gradually slowing down? Be careful with this information. It cannot fall into dangerous hands.
7th May 2002
Why does Rove get such good guests? He is such a cutesy pie wanker. GRAH. Destiny's Child are really really cute and funny... he gave them gifts of tracky dacks... it was amusing.
I have worked almost non-stop for almost 12hrs today... taking away time for public transport and the odd snack. I am going quietly insane.
You know how on buses where there are no empty pairs of seats so someone is going to have to sit next to someone else? And you see the people get on, and there's always one person who you want to sit next to you (cos they're hot or quirkly looking or something)... and then there's the bumbly crazy talking-to-self crazy person (or the bearded lady if you get on at Indro)... WELL TODAY I GOT THE BEAUTIFUL PERSON!
YES!
DAMN I ROCK!!
In other public transport quirks, why the hell is Milton train station always full of attractive people? Is there a factory behind the XXXX Brewery? Why just Milton? Very odd. It puzzles me everytime I go through it- and yet I'm not the only person who has noticed.
Go check it out and sign the guestbook with my blessing.
ARGH BIG BROTHER ON ROVE. KILL IT KILL IT. I'd hoped that I would've missed this bit.
6th May 2002
Last night, something odd happened. I think I hosted a successful social event. The most successful gathering at my house ever. Hence, it has been crowned Ian's Uber-Gathering of 2002.
We watched Clue. We drank. There was uno. And more drinking. And soccer at around 1am. And pretty jelly candles. And Clue. And colouring in books. And drinking. And pizza. And at around 10:30pm the house actually seemed really crowded. From memory the following people had the supreme pleasure of attending Ian's Uber-Gathering of 2002:
Anne
Joern
Gherkin
Spencer
Fiona
Andy
Erin
Phillipa
Caxia
Rishy
Julz
Stu
Sam
Lou
Sarah
Dave
Kirsty
Thommo
I hope that's everyone... molto grazie to all of you. Bravi! Bravi! Bravissimi!
When I get my film developed there will be wonderful pictures on the I Rock Your World site (to get there from here, go back to Home and click on the Somewhat Irrelevant link under the hat painting).
I have several magnificent texta drawings all over me... including a flower, a rocket ship, a spiderweb, paw prints and apparently I am also Rish's Bitch.
I am also feeling somewhat seedy, as I did consume a rather large amount of alcohol and have had about 90mins sleep. The Uber-Five: me, Gherkin, Joern, Spencer and Anne went to bed at my place at about 4am, but no sleep was had until 6am... even then I was up by 7:45. But I've just had the best shower in the world, and some breakfast so hopefully it's all out of my system.
We got 5 people in my parents' bed this time, one better of our previous best of 4. We will continue to strive for more in the bed til the little one said with every successive gathering.
-this man's drunk, dead drunk! you won't be driving home, will you?
-oh no he won't!
-we'll get him a car
-a long black car!
-a limousine!!!
-I hated her soooooo much, there were flames... flames at the side of my face...
11:30pm Postscript: Am having major Six Feet Under trauma tonight. It was a SIDS death. Billy, Brenda's very frighty bi polar disordered brother, has followed her and David and Nate all the way to Las Vegas. And the dead baby isn't helping either.
Grah.
In other pre-Six Feet news, I have finally ceased feeling seedy. This is a major development today. And I managed some sleep too. Oh and I watched the 3 Amigos at Anne's house... it was my brother's Clue and Anne's too apparently.
I want to watch Clue again. Sob. It was so good. Every single time.
4th May 2002
I got to work the Australian Ballet Gala at QPAC! HIP HIP HURRAH! But due to a rostering muck up, I had to man doors 12, 14, 16 and 18 all by myself until the show started which was exhausting but I earned serious kudos points for it which was good!
Australian Ballet tonight was amazing... there were three homoerotic footballers (and if you guessed the choreographer was Graeme Murphy you get a cigar), something grungy and amazing with dancers in black leather and dramatic spot lighting. But my fave was from The Deep End... set in a public swimming pool. The company were in these 50's style swimmers and all the steps were inspired by things you see at the pool- it was so quirky and cute and cool and I got the giggles.
Spent the arvo with Anne! HURRAH! Bought incense. And track pants. Damn I lead a glam life.
Oh! And this weird wire thing which I can't describe but rocks nonetheless.
What a boring journal entry!!
3rd May 2002
Last night I had the supreme pleasure of seeing Best Lil' Whorehouse in Texas at the Gold Coast Arts Centre with the Divine Nicole and Divine Nicole's Car. A splendid time was had by all. There were naked boys. I did enjoy it. There were naked boys. And we saw the delectable Jamie who was entrusted with the roles of Slick Dude, Aggie #22 and Reporter #3. There were naked boys. How we cheered! Did I mention the naked boys?
(when I say boys I really mean it- half the cast was under 18)
But yay for Jamie! He is really very very talented (and absolutely gorgeous too the lucky prick). I doubt he'll ever read this, but if he does- JAMIE, YOU ARE A CHAMP!
Oh and there were some naked boys.
I slept the night at the famous House Without Steps, aka Nicole's uber-residence. I had Coco Pops for breakfast! HUZZAH!
Last night's performance was as pro as anything I see at QPAC, but the most impressive thing was how consistent everyone's accents were!! The QTC fucks up their accents all over the shop, but these Texan whores and cowboys were spot on the whole night. And there were naked boys.
1st May 2002
For your safety and for comfort, tonight's journal entry is edited by Billy Joe Hogspittle.
Wal ah have been pow'ful quite busy, but none of it wo'th online notin'. ah have prepared parts fo' mah woodwind quintet Th' Not Dances, hareessed varmints into perfo'min' at th' free art gallery corncerts in Augest an' so on, as enny fool kin plainly see.
Went t'a Iso'ythmos percusshun corncert last night at th' Powerhouse which was mildly interestin'. At least it's t'other corncert fo' th' folio. Th' Gal fum Ipanema was funny an' unspecked, cuss it all t' tarnation. ah's jest not much of a percusshun insemble fan ah guess.
This hyar is mah one night at home this hyar week an' ah's wastin' it away in mah weblog journal, ah reckon. Dawgone, ah's pathetic.
Shit, ah fo'gotta watch Th' Panel, ah reckon. ah doesn't like Th' Panel as they talk about Trimenjus Brother (as does ev'rythin' on Channel 10 fo' th' next three months), an' they is sometimes pretentious twits (but not NEARLY as bad as Rove) but th' chick wif th' black hair is right fine. Apparently she writes th' scripps fo' Neighbours, but ah's not a-gonna hold this hyar aginst her.
29th April 2002
I had my emergency refresher training at QPAC today. Most uncomfortable as it denigrated into a management-bashing exercise led at the charge by our indefatigable Union Rep. They're such whiners... it's the most sought after casual job in Brisbane so if they hate it so much they can bugger off and they'd hardly be missed. God, try working in David Jones for a month. Then you'll understand shitty management. GGGGGGGGRRRRRR
A highlight however was the pinnacle of corporate edutainment! HOSPITALS CAN'T BURN DOWN. It was a very graphic, midly humourously bad, workplace education video about hospitals and fire (obviously highly applicable to QPAC)... there were nurses catching on fire all over the shop, a janitor getting toasted in a lift, people dying of smoke inhalation, stranded kiddies, inept hospital adminners! TREMENDOUS! How on EARTH did it miss a Best Documentary Oscar in 1912 or whenever it was made...
I have a new mattress on order! YYYEEESSSS.
Teehee a man just got clobbered with a frying pan on Six Feet Under. How wonderful.
Today I have the joy of indexing 22 years worth of National Geographics in boxes under the house. Overjoyed doesn't describe the depth of feelings I'm having at this point.
...there was just a song and dance number in Six Feet Under?...
27th April 2002
Gosh I am doing well! Third entry in as many days... I'm sure you're all quietly impressed (i.e the two people who read this shit- Anne and Me).
I just got home from work. Zen Zen Zo doing the Macbeth thing. Again. I'm sure it's excellent. Allow me to provide a condensed review from what I saw on the monitors:
A Group of People beat Another Group of People with Sticks and Grunt a Lot. A third group, of Bare Chested Women scream. Much wailing and loud bangs. More noise. More screaming. The end.
But far far more interesting than the play was the frockery of the opening night audience! There were boys dressed as girls, girls who looked like boys and a very fetching Asian gentleman with blonde hair in a kilt (he was in the kilt, not his hair). The audience was the cool, the painfully cool, the alternative and the painfully alternative. (GOSH I'm just EVER SO ALTERNATIVE. Look at my feet everyone! Look! I'm not wearing any shoes! Aren't I ALTERNATIVE). Not to mention the piercings and the dreadlocking (lost the USS Kitty Hawk? Check the dreadlocks!). More irritating was the painfully alternative children of the painfully alternative parents. No doubt Mrs Alternative thought that a low cut Medievalesque gown looked really cute on a 6 year old, but it in fact was deeply deeply disturbing. But let us away from such blue ribbon liberal seat of Ryan snobbery in haste.
Haste, haste.
In other fascinating news I spent the afternoon with the also Dreadlocked but considerably grander Claire. We swapped horror stories of our past week at the Workplace of Sam, and he joined us in his break. It was splendid. Oooohhh and I bought some cheap and nasty t-shirts, and a less cheap and less nasty fitted knit. A splendid time was had by all indeed.
To top off this rather wonderful day, my entire family had vacated the house. Hence, I returned home from my labours at work (and indeed I laboured today. Not at all what I expect at QPAC) to find myself locked out on the verandah. In the rain.
Big excitement for Monday! I get to do a mock evacuation! HURRAH!
26th April 2002
Just got home from the AYO concert at the Con... which was really quite amazing... one of those few concerts which reminds me why I got into this music shit in the first place.
The first piece, yet another Olympic Fanfare, was by David Stanhope. It was, of course, played brill but I felt the piece was a bit of nothing really. The Concierto de Aranjuez was amazingly exquisite, with Slava Grigoryian as a very brill soloist indeed. The Edwards White Ghost Dances was also quite expertly done. Berlioz's monumental Symphonie Fantastique was brilliant. But I still have the problem of drifting off into fantasyland (or mentally undressing select members of the orchestra) in slow movements, such as the third.
On a purely superficial level, the associate concermaster was cute.
Jonny was there too, and oddly enough we barely acknowledged each other apart from the briefest hello... oh well, maybe it's time to move on?
But I got to see heaps of people I haven't seen for ages including the wonderfully luminous Susannah... and stacks of people from Camp including Alison, Laura, Evan, Courtenary.
Following the concert, Graeme Leak played a microphoned cactus in the foyer. It was possibly the most amazing musical experience of my life. I'm thinking of replacing all the violins in my orchestral pieces with legions of cacti.
I'm joking by the way. It was crap.
The only thing that eclipsed the Cacti Crappiness Sonata was the guy with the tame 'fro wailing Hindi-like into a microphone. That was possibly the crux of my post-AYO enjoyment.
The evening though was somewhat spoiled by the Divine Nicole informing me that I have harmony exercises due shortly. Well shit poo bum wee fart fuck.
I'm trying to think of a witty anecdote of my day. Hmmmmmm...
Oh I know this is apparently a different font from my last entry. A Theme and Variations, if you will. In the trade, we call this variety.
I'm really most apologetic for the boredom of this entry. I really don't have a very interesting life. Sigh.
What Should Have Happened Today but Didn't For Reasons Beyond My Control: Firstly, I would have slept in until 10am, as opposed to 7am. I would not be awoken by a huge truck doing doughnuts on my footpath, and dropping big pink skips willy nilly. Secondly, the Sims would not have frozen twice in crucial points of the game. My Hotmail account would also be working. Oh hell, if we're gonna live in fantasyland... HJ and Calvin Klein era MW would've arrived on my doorstep in barely a stitch of clothing between them. Between panting breaths, they would then throw me into the back of their waiting limo, load me with Bollinger then take the driver round to my new New Farm former-warehouse-overlooking-the-river-and-the-park-but-also-a-short-walk-to-cafes funky loft like pad whereupon we'd christen every single room in the house.
Alas, it was not to be.
25th April 2002
Hurrah! My first posting! This is somewhat exciting isn't it? Well it is for me...
No doubt you will all be enthralled by the boring details of my day to day life. I mean, some of you must watch Big Brother right? So what makes their washing up more interesting than mine?
I went to Les Noces last night at the Con... pretty incredible piece for choir, dancers, four percussionists and four pianos.... it was just unbelievable! And the male lead dancer's bf brought him long stemmed roses in a long black box tied up with lots of ribbons before the concert which was a bit of an aaaawwwww moment. Someone had better bring me some flowers before the theatre project hehehehehehe...
It was really good to see sooooo many people in the city for the Anzac Parades today... don't have any insightful comments to make about Anzac Day which haven't been made a billion times, or have become a hackneyed cliche by now.
I was going to try to be really witty and funny on this journal but I can't really think of anything even mildly amusing! It's so hard trying to be funny. Sigh.
I met Marty at long last today! Very exciting shit, man. He's quite the cutey, now isn't he? Pity he's already attached. Bastard. Very inconsiderate. Hehehehehehe. And he has a nice watch. It took all of my self control not to mug him, ditch his body in the mangroves and flog his watch.
A common concern amongst all his friends I'm sure.
Oh and the ibises or ibi or whatever in the City Botanic Gardens were being chased by this screaming little girl. But then they swarmed and in Hitchcockesque fashion the birds flocked upon her and pecked her eyes out, before completely tearing her to pencil sized shreds. Well not really. But it would have amused me.
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