Archive for June 2009
Its My Birthday
20!
New Talent- Radio Shock Therapy
this band is rad.
not just cos its my brother.
but because they are rad.
http://www.myspace.com/radioshocktherapy
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New Things
new cousin! Baby Nick, born 18 June 2009.
Music:
Chairlift- Bruises
The Concretes- On the Radio
The Bird and the Bee- Fucking Boyfriend
Death Cab for Cutie- I will follow you into the dark
shoes from vinnies:
pet from k9 Catfish- Bruce Mousesteen (belongs to boyfriends flat mates and smells icky):
skirt that I made out of amazing material:
shirt that I cut the back out of- saucy:
super car 4GB usb:
I should be writing uni work.
I have been brainstorming what I want to be when I grow up, when I turn 20.
So far:
- dress maker
- chef
- journalist
- actor
- musician
- teacher
- social worker
- masseuse
Still haven’t decided.
3 days and I’m 20.
Reminder:
- Chairlift
- Band of Horses
- Bird and the Bee
- Great Lake Swimmers
- Dirty Projectors
- Charlotte Gainsbourg
- The Concretes
- Emily Haines
- Soft Skeleto
I’ll let you know how I go and what I think.
stockings and scarves and skirts and sky
The sky tonight was extra lovely.
Stockings and skirts and scarves and sky.
Tomorrow I will finish my essays.
Tomorrow I will do my work
Tomorrow I will not distract myself by taking photos for my blog.
Tomorrow it will be my birthday in 7 days.
My Debut Deb
I am attending a Deb ball in a few months and am trying to brainstorm what to wear.
It’s not my Deb and i really don’t believe in/ agree with Debs.
But,
any excuse to dress up is FINE by me.
i found these dresses at http://www.vintageous.com/ which is an amazing website for vintage clothing.
I love the skirts on these ones. Very 1950’s.
The colours of these 3 is what I was initially attracted too. So out there/ vibrant/ exciting.
I’m a MASSIVE fan of these necklines. Also the red on the left is an amazing colour, not to mention the unique style.
But, what I really want is something with a bubble skirt. Or, lots of tulle.
hpy brthdy 2 mi
It is my birthday in 8 days.
I will be 20.
This is what I want for my birthday.
My Sunday Best
Put on your Sunday clothes, there’s lots of world out there
Get out the brillantine and dime cigars
We’re gonna find adventure in the evening air
Girls in white
In a perfumed night
Where the lights are bright as the stars!
Put on your Sunday clothes, we’re gonna ride through town
In one of those new horsedrawn open cars
After I took these I realised how cool the shadows were looking today.
I had another interesting dream last night, I can’t remember much though.
There was a party and there were LOTS of M&M’s everywhere.
That’s about all I remember.
Listening to the Violent Femmes.
Brilliant.
Curiouser and Curiouser
So the other dream I was going to write about was a really strange one.
Strange/ disturbing/ scary/ bizarre/ perplexing
I dreamt once again, that I was pregnant.
And I was due.
I don’t remember being fat, but of course, in your dreams, logic doesn’t exist.
We were on St Kilda beach I think. I have only been there once so it is very vague.
And the Doctor, I think he was a doctor, told me I had to have a C-section.
I was a little freaked out but I agreed.
The next thing I know there is a baby crying.
They take my baby away and they don’t come back.
And. They forgot to sew me back up.
I can still remember the horrible/ distressing/ disturbing feeling I had as I wandered around, holding my guts in,
trying to find the doctor, and my baby.
It was the worst dream I have ever had.
Sheldon died
i got up this morning and Sheldon was dead.
So much for saving a life
