maccas is going good, Im slowly getting more money and so is toff with his bakers delight job, on a good week we pull in just under a grand between us, and we can save when we dont get hit with bills and car payments and whatnot lol.
I won the undergraduate prize for photography at Uni.
I've got another photography job for a guy named Ned and his band who just got a government grant, thats going to pay amazingly well. excited.
Bren and spud have moved back down to the valley and will be in their new house soon, still weird to think theyve broken up, but it happens I guess, and theyre doing ok.
other than that, Life's good :)
- Location:Yinnar
- Mood:
crazy - Music:cat purring
I miss when we'd sit on the front porch till four in the morning, waiting to see that pink red glow fall over the dead street.
I miss the days when you'd have to navigate your way around the limp bodies on the floor, tangles of tattooed arms and legs and blue haired girls, the carpet burnt with stubbed out cigarettes like some foul smelling connect-the-dots.
I miss the taste of $4 white wine with red cordial and sarsparella.
I miss the ancient smell of bonfires roaring in dingy backyards on god-awful streets in the middle of Morwell, we'd sit on the bonets of our cars telling all our own stories of love, hate, death and rebirth with the help of Southern Comfort and Jack Daniels.
We used to dream of opening a bowling alley that you could smoke in like in the old movies.
That was our only life ambition at that point. We were all about 16 and the only thing that mattered in life was our mates. We didn't have jobs, didn't have money, the only thing we had drive for was surviving another weekend to do it all over again.
We used to live for summer.
I remember when Dani used to do his hair like Brian Setzer from the StrayCats, that larger than life quiffed hair, the acid green leopard print creepers, all those rockabilly shirts he used to wear.
Brennagh, with her hippie chick clothes mixed with her heavy metal gear and her doc martens, the way we used to sneak off and sit in the park and talk for hours. Everytime I'd see her she'd have a new tattoo to show me.
Damn we all looked good together.
Now I'm 21, and everyone else is catching up too.
Nearly all of us got jobs, houses, cars, no time left. We barley have time left for one another now.
Alot of the time, I tell my Toff off for not having a job, but deep down it's not because I truley want him to get one, it's because I'm insanely jealous that he's still free. I get one or two days off a week and work through weekends. It kills me while I watch the few of our group left that are still able to do what we used to have fun, it makes me sad to think that perhaps in another 2-5 years, we wont know one another anymore.
We could be strangers.
God I miss those nights we used to have.
If I could write, I'd tell you how much I miss these nights.
Where we dig around the bones, try to find peace and patches for the holes.
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter.
Corner boys told her how I was dying to meet her.
Like a prayer I said, on a dead man's knee.
You drove up like a parade.
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos.
Your old '55 that you drove through the roof.
Of the sky, up above these stars.
Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms.
And I miss her sometimes.
Shaking like a leaf on the corner of life.
But I heard it's alright.
The radio spoke to a good friend of mine.
And I could feel it coming up as the nights getting warm.
Saw your summer dress hanging on the back of the lawn.
Like a dream I remember from an easier time.
With the top rolled down on a Saturday night.
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos.
Your old '55 that you drove through the roof.
Of the sky, up above these stars.
Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms.
Right in my arms.
And I always dreamed of Classic cars and movie screens.
Trying to find someway to be redeemed.
Baby darling, we will be, in the cold cold ground.
You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos.
Your old '55 that you drove through the roof.
Of the sky, up above these stars.
Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms.
You fell straight in my arms.
Old White Lincoln - The Gaslight Anthem
- Location:yinnar
- Mood:
nostalgic - Music:Old White Lincoln - The Gaslight Anthem
My great uncle Frank died a few weeks ago at the age of 83 from lung problems.
A few days after his funeral, his wife Shirley, my great aunt, died too.
A few days after his funeral, his wife Shirley, my great aunt, died too.
She had an asthma attack and was taken to hospital, then her vital organs all started shutting down, all of a sudden, just like that, she was gone too.
Other than her asthma, she was fit and healthy as you could ever be.
She just missed him too much.
I went to two funerals in the space of two weeks.
The whole family was gutted. We didn't even get a chance to mourn Frank properly, then Shirley goes too.
Now, my great Aunt Olive, Shirley's sister, has cancer and kidney problems.
Aunty Ol and Audrey are the only two of the four sisters left; our Nan died of asbestosis in early 2002.
They had such hard lives.
They were put into and orphanage by their father when they were very young after their mother abandoned them, promising it would be only temporary. Only he never came back for them.
They worked so hard for their families, none of the Pollock or Burney family was ever rich, but we were all never poor for love and companionship. It rubbed off on my parents, and I like to think it rubbed off on me, I never gave a damn about money because for a long time we never had any, my parents worked hard for what we have now, I'm pretty sure they spent all their life savings 5 over just to make sure I survived as a kid, and I'm eternally grateful.
I'm moving out of home officially on thursday.
I guess this is all coming from the need to remind myself not to forget my family, even though I'm not moving overseas or anything, I need to make sure I spend the time I'm able to with them while I can.
I could never have asked for a better family in my life.
I'm so very, very lucky.
Well, I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go.
I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow.
When we float out into the ether, into the Everlasting Arms,
I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life.
'Cause the chains I been hearing now for most of my life.
Did you hear the '59 Sound coming through on Grandmama's radio?
Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls?
Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over?
Did you hear your favorite song one last time?
And I wonder were you scared when the metal hit the glass?
See, I was playing a show down the road
When your spirit left your body.
And they told me on the front lawn.
I'm sorry I couldn't go,
But I still know the song and the words and her name and the reasons.
And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang.
Young boys, young girls, ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night.
- Location:yinnar
- Mood:
grateful - Music:The 59 Sound - The Gaslight Anthem
God how I loathe 3000 word essays.
This one is on Contemporary film and the notion of Terror within popular culture, and how things like september 11 and what not have influenced the idea of fear in films.
I enjoyed the idea a month ago, but now that its due soon I hate it. Its due on thursday hurray.
We will be living in breed street in Traralgon on december 17th, and I'm so excited Tommy's letting us do whatever we want with it.
There's already a black feature wall in the lounge, red feature walls in the bedrooms (3 bedroom! Rob will be moving into one and the other is a studio for Toff) and Im going to have to paint over the shitty eggshell blue in the rest of the house. ew.
THE.SHED.IS.MASSIVE. its going to be my artspace whooo!
Rent is 150 a week and we dont have to pay bond because we're fixing the place up slowly for Tom as he hasnt got the time, and he's paying for our supplies! God I love Tom, what a good chap.
Works goin good, I now work pretty much every monday, wednesday and Saturday for about 5 hours, once uni is over in 3 weeks I'll be on almost full-time, the money will be great, but the lack of social life will not be.
Battle of the Bands is on saturday during the day, it finishes at 6 and thats when I have to start work, I finish at 11 so thats not too bad I guess, the one thing I will be glad of is that our store wont be open 24 hours like sale, warragul and Morwell because of all the CBD riots, thank god for that, I mean we're trained to know what to do in situations such as random vilence and robberies but I'd rather not have to deal with that lol. Ugh, Valley bogans.
I had better clean the house or something..adios!
- Location:Home
- Mood: content
- Music:Play School
Sunday afternoon
How is it, that every time you randomly pop into my brain, 30 seconds later, there's a text from you...?
And how is it that the same thing happens to you?
I guess it's a telepathic best friend thing.
You'd left for the weekend to go back home again, before you left you came round to say goodbye. I was sitting on the studio floor squeezing a tube of green oil paint onto some cling wrap. You just looked at me confused with that cheshire cat grin and asked what the hell I was doing.
I just looked up at you, grumpy, uninspired, brooding, missing you before you'd even left; "I don't know.."
I didn't need to say anything, you knew already.
You laughed at me and sat down cross-legged infront of me, dipping one of your fingers into the paint and inching it closer to my nose.
I scrunched up my nose and mumbled that you were a bitch, a smile finally winning the war against the frown that had been on my face since I woke up, hungover and detatched from everyone.
You pick up a guitar pick from the floor and start spreading the paint around the blank canvas infront of us, and I watch as all the different colour greens morph together like kaelediscopic ribbons. You smile and give me the pick and start disassembling a box of matches you found. We talk about art, why Toff has so many guitars and how much better life will be when you move back down here.
You sigh and tell me you have to go and my heart sinks a bit; you'll be back in two weeks. We've both learnt thats a lifetime.
All of us walk out to the car, talking about Spud's tattooing appenticeship, my new job at McSlavery and so-on, I say goodbye to the dogs in the back of the four wheel drive and give them a cuddle. I give Spud a hug, then Toff and Michael do the same, then they hug you.
We always hug each other last, it feels weird if we don't.
The goodbye's get easier on the outside, we wave you off and we head inside.
3 hours later I'm sitting at the table with Alex and Toffer, talking about something pointless. My phone beeps. I always know when it's you even before I check, I don't know how. I luv u.
My body turns into feathers.
Toff asks me who it is.
Brennagh.
He rolls his eyes and continues talking to Alex.
I sigh and count the days in my head until you'll be living 10 ks away from me instead of 400.
Thursday Morning
Toff and I lay in bed staring at the ceiling wondering out loud about new fridges and washing machines and energy ratings.
Beep.
I miss u
It’s like you can hear your heart crack right down the middle.
- Location:home
- Mood:
depressed - Music:The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
His name is Arthur Vino, he was in the Hells Angels for 20 years, wrote a book on subculture related violence, and is now a Quaker.
The Quaker religion has always facinated me hugely, and I'm excited to finally meet someone who's part of the religion. In my town lol.
And I'll get to meet him soon, he sounds so exciting; he's a friend of my lecturer Tony, and he said my studio project would benefit from meeting him, as we deal with simialr subject matter.
My lifes amazing right now, next year im doing Honours Ive decided, I can't finish just yet, I feel Iv'e got so much more to study up on and get out of my system.
- Location:home
- Mood:
creative - Music:computer hum
I'll still be checking my LJ but I'm eventually gunna faze it out I reckon.
Adios!
- Location:home
- Mood: creative
- Music:TV
went on a 10 minute rant about the WM3 and dedicated the last 5 mins of my slide show to inform the rest of the class about it. I had fun. :)
<a href="http://wm3.org" target="wm3"><img border="0" src="http://www.wm3.org/database_images/banne
- Location:uni
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:alkaline Trio - prevent this tragedy
It should be taking place at the Monash Uni student lounge in Churchill, there'll be a few bands playing, and we're also trying to organise an outdoor cinema with Megan who's the media director, to publicly screen Paradise Lost One and Two, in the hopes that we can get more people interested in this before it's too late.
All the money that we bring in from this is going straight to the Defence Fund for the three, as hearings such as these come at a price, especially seeing as there's very few legal personel who stayed on board throughout the whole ordeal, most of them gave up.
I know you guys may think that the both of us are a little nuts or maybe being pushy, but why shouldnt we be, there's three still young men who's childhoods were robbed of them, just as the lives of Stevie Branch, Michael Moore and Christopher Byers' were violently taken from them.
So far, Toff, myself, Kyle, Brett and Leslie Anne are trying to generate as much interest in this as possible, it's never too late, even if Damien does get the injection, we can still fight to clear his name after he dies, and for Jessie and Jason still serving their life sentences plus 40 years.
Hopefully we can pull this thing off. :)
- Location:Monash Uni
- Mood: creative
- Music:computer keyboards
There's new evidence to suggest that they are innocent.
But if the judge overrules it...Damien will be dead as early as the start of November.
To think this young man is on death row, just for being Wiccan in the middle of the bible belt in Arkansas.
Apparently being Wiccan is synonymous with murdering three 8 year old boys.
Apparently, this makes him a "Satanist"
Wicca, which I know alot about, as I still consider myself Wiccan, is an earth-based religion that believes in Karma, the life force of others a sacred thing and IF YE HARM NONE DO WHAT YE WILL.
I took the time to educate myself on Satanism just incase there was anything relevant.
I have read the Satanic bible myself, from front to back twice, they dont believe in human or animal sacrifice in any way shape or form, Anton LeVey states very, very clearly that to sacrifice ANY living thing in the name of ANYONE is an atrrocity, especially women or young children.
This killing wasn't Satanic.
It was done by someone who had quite alot of strength and weight behind them, not 3 weedy teenagers.
But they looked weird, and had a different belief system.
This could be any number of my friends
That could have been me.
How does an entire state and their police department become so one-eyed?
I hope he wins, I hope they all do.
I can't believe this is still happening in America.
- Location:home
- Mood:
cranky - Music:"I found a Way" Alkaline Trio
Three teenagers from Arkansas back in 1993 were imprisoned and blamed for the murder of 3 young boys, because they listened to Metallica and Slayer and wore black.
They were accused of killing these children in a "satanic ritual"
There was no forensic evidence or otherwise to suggest they did it.
They were 17 when they were imprisoned.
They are all now middle aged; Jessie Misskelley (who has an IQ of 71) and Jason Baldwin serving 2 life sentences, and Damien Echolls serving 2 life sentences and facing lethal injection.
Please check this site out and make up your own mind.
Knowledge is power.
Spread the word.
www. wm3.org
- Location:home
- Mood: angry
- Music:"Prevent This Tragedy" Alkaline Trio
I got the job
*facepalm*
*head desk*
At least I'll get to hang with Phil Brady sometimes.
Money possibly also may come into the equation.
The Beatles paitning im doing for Britt is nearly done, my hands feel like bags of elephant arse skin...all wrinkly and...ugh..
In other strange news.....I think the internet has made me addicted to Rancid Slash...
O___0!I had a dream last night....a dream about Tim Armstrong....and Lars Fredericksen...DO-ING-IT. HOOOOOOTTTTT!
And the insanity begins.
TASH, HOW DID YOU FIX IT?? or did you?
eh *shrugs* embrace it lol.
MOHAWK LOVE! <3 SHIIIBBBBBY!
- Location:home
- Mood: creative
- Music:Alkaline Trio "Calling All Skeletons"
Dude your family rocks hardcore, theyre all so nice and well-behaved, unlike mine its a nice change haha!
I wish I could have stayed so bad, but we didn't realise Michael had driven from near my house in Yinnar to come pick us up, if he had of come from Tgon we would have said we'd catchy you later on, bollocks.
But still, the time that was spent was fun fun, the cake was amazing and I think I told Deb's mum about 5 times how "absolutley rad" it was, she got a kick out of it, we also got a kick out of taking photos of Phil's "embarrassing Dad Faces" as he put them, which will be put on my myspace page after dinner with all the other awesome photos :)
I hope the rest of your night was awesome too, and again we're sorry we couldn't stay, but whenever you're free next, we will do the partay thaaang!
In other news............TOFF AND I HAVE A TURTLE!!!
We liberated him from his kiddie pool in toff's mum's backyard, and put him in the tank with the paradise fish with a rock and more plants, he loves it so far, the fish just dont know what to make of him yet lol.
His Name is Darby Crash. He's pretty cute.
- Location:home
- Mood: crazy
- Music:Antiques Roadshow
Im painting a giant portrait of The Beatles. Loving it!
Do you know how fucking funny it is being in a room full of 15 year olds who have never had a job in their life, trying to keep from wetting themselves in an interview?
I hate McDonald's already lol.
I felt the way I'm sure Billy Madison would have felt...if he were infact a real person and not a mere character portrayed by Adam Sandler.
Three words: contsructing marshmellow towers.
w...t....f.
I'm so continuing job hunting over the weekned.
DEEEEBBBBAAAAAH...NEARLY YOUR BIRRRFFFDAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Would you like to come with us tomorrow night to see the Gypsies play? 10 bucks! you should bloody hear them, amazing, theyve got famous stamped all over their pasty white faces, the treasures, they're a little like Wolfmother...but decent at playing their instruments lol
- Location:bed
- Mood: creative
- Music:none
"YOU KNOW I WISH THAT I HAD JESSIE'S GIIRRRRL...WAH WAOOW WAOOOOW WAH WAH WAH WAOW! I WISH THAT I HAD JESSIE'S GIIIRRLL! WAH WAOOW WAOOOOW WAH WAH WAH WAOW!"
Great song, terrible band.
Job interview with McDonalds today at 5.
I'm also applying for a trainee Law Assistant position, it's probably full time but I'll see if I actually get the job if they can take into consideration that i have uni 3 days a week for the next 3 months.
I'd like to have a nice job for once, thats the problem with the Valley, it's either you work in the mill, at the hospital, for the banks or for the power company or your stuck in fucking retail/fast food shit.........I wouldnt even mind working at Cotton On at this rate.....
...I can't wait to move to Ballarat, mum says she'd be more than happy for me to move there because she knows I'd get a job in the art niche as the scene is growing huge there at the moment, and that housing is suprisingly cheap up there, and we have 7 to 8 friends up there and a few in melbourne, so we wouldn't be lonley.
That's why I'm going to take a year off, save, work fucking hard and make toff work hard too, so then I can do my Dip.Ed and Masters at B.U, they don't offer it down here anymore I found out, noy for secondary teaching :(
Life will all start working for me soon, staying positive, whoooo!
- Location:home
- Mood: contemplative
- Music:none
I can't believe I'm doing this.
I mean I don't play it hardly ever, but instruments become friends, and now I'm pawning you off....all because all my life savings is gone on helping Toff out who really doesn't want a job anyway *sigh*
Can you believe I was able to save a shitload of money at Domino's compared to getting my fortnightly payment for doing nothing? I didn't realise just how much I earnt in comparrison, now I'm bummed.
I don't give a damn if Toff can't support the both of us financially, because he supports me in so many other more important ways, although a little stability never goes a stray lol.
And to make matters more depressing, I've sold out and am going to a job interview at Mcdonalds in traralgon for god knows what reason, and also possibly have a trial at a deli in Church street in Morwell.
Fuck how I dont want to flip burgers.
- Location:Yinnar
- Mood: crushed
- Music:birds fighting
I drank a whole bottle of crap Champagne.
I took mushrooms. Not much happened.
Dani turned pink, everything was hilarious, and Michael Radovich was even taller than he his when I'm sober.
Then it wore off and got boring.
All in all a good night.
Apart from the fact that Ross got in a car accident and wrote off the dominos car while he was working.
4 wheel drive-ross-power pole.
He thinks its funny.
He could have died.
I'll rip his head right off if I ever catch him joking about it.
As if everyone wasn't put through enough when Michael died.
- Location:yinnar
- Music:computer humming
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Should Em get another facial piercing?
<lj-pi>No cause you'll look more like an emo kid</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Yeah why not</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Depends where</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>Nacho Cheese</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>No, seagulls and magpies attack your face enough as it is</lj-pi>
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If you answered yes, where should I get it?
<lj-pi>other nostril</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>opposite side of lip</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>smaller ring next to first lip piercing</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>labret</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>maddona</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>marylin monroe</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>tongue</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>septum</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>centre of lip</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>eyebrow</lj-pi>
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If you answered No, actually even if you answered Yes, if you got to pretend for one day that you were legally insane, what would you spend the day doing?
<lj-pi>shitting in pringles cans and giving them to small children</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>pouring rancid mayonaise into your underwear and sitting really close to people on public transport</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>order one of everything in the Hungry Jacks drive through, and ask them to put it in an ice cream cone</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>get you and your friends to push marbles up your nasal cavities, then projectile them out onto a roller rink yelling "IM A FIGHTERJET!!"</lj-pi>
<lj-pi>All of the above</lj-pi>
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Should Em get another facial piercing?
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No cause you'll look more like an emo kid
0 (0.0%)
Yeah why not 0 (0.0%)
Depends where 1 (33.3%)
Nacho Cheese 1 (33.3%)
No, seagulls and magpies attack your face enough as it is 2 (66.7%)
If you answered yes, where should I get it?
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other nostril 0 (0.0%)
opposite side of lip 1 (50.0%)
smaller ring next to first lip piercing 2 (100.0%)
labret 0 (0.0%)
maddona 0 (0.0%)
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centre of lip 0 (0.0%)
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If you answered No, actually even if you answered Yes, if you got to pretend for one day that you were legally insane, what would you spend the day doing?
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shitting in pringles cans and giving them to small children 1 (33.3%)
pouring rancid mayonaise into your underwear and sitting really close to people on public transport 0 (0.0%)
order one of everything in the Hungry Jacks drive through, and ask them to put it in an ice cream cone 1 (33.3%)
get you and your friends to push marbles up your nasal cavities, then projectile them out onto a roller rink yelling "IM A FIGHTERJET!!" 2 (66.7%)
All of the above 0 (0.0%)
- Location:yinnar
- Mood: amused
- Music:none
I just want to go back already! I miss it!
ITS MY LAST SEMESTER!
- Location:yinnar
- Mood: creative
- Music:The Footy Show
She's more excited about her dogs first birthday than her own.
We're going to visit her on thursday and staying the weekend.
I hope everything goes ok and she has fun, especially since last weekend Toff myself and her got into a giant drunk screaming match infront of the flat infront of 20 people.
Toff didnt want to loose me again to anyone let alone Bren
Bren didn't want to loose her best mate because of a paranoid boyfriend (the two of us had a chat a while ago and we laid our feelings to rest for the good of our relationships)
I didn't want to loose either of them.
She cried, I cried, Toff was manly about it, we all cuddled, but something never felt right afterwards, like it changed everything. It wasn't good, but at the same time Toff and Bren became better mates because of it. I didn't know how to feel.
I hope it goes ok
- Location:yinnar
- Music:The News
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