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New layout, because I damn well felt like it.

I should really be sending emails to people I owe them to... and yet.

Blah. Later tonight maybe.

But in good news: The 48 hour party is this weekend. It's gonna kick arse, because I said so.

Current Mood: most non-triumphant
Current Music: 'Look At You' Screaming Trees

It is almost six in the morning and I just finished reading Wicked by Gregory Maguire which was so ridiculously fantastic. I'm tempted to now not sleep and instead go sneaking into Ali's bedroom in search of Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, for I know she owns it!

A better idea, maybe, might be to actually sleep since I'm supposed to be going to American Mike's going away party tonight. Dilemma, dilemma.

Bah, sleep is for the weak and reading is for the strong!

I have to pay off my damn credit card because a) the bank is honestly about to murder me, and b) I have to upgrade this thing again. At least it allowed me to keep Mrs Lovett's breasts.

Current Mood: bouncy

LFoD drinkies tonight means I have to clean my room. As one can understand this is a horrible thing for me to face and I have to remove to poets so I can vacuum. (Rats? Strangely not fond of the very loud sucking machine. Who would have thought it?) Uuuuugh, task too daunting. Abort. Abort.

Slave auction and party last night was pretty damn awesome even if I was - shock horror - sober. (See, mum? Totally not a drunk ;P) Had heaps of fun actually and did my regular trick of stealing leather jackets from the nearest male. It remains one of my very favourite games.

I want to end this on something really witty, but alas I have nothing.

EDIT: Hats make me look like a twat.

Rock on, my bitches.

\m/>.<\m/

Current Mood: lazy
Current Music: 'Kashmir' Led Zepplin

I wish I was the guitarist for Rob Zombie.

Standing and waiting forever at the bus stop, wondering if the sky was about to open up and drench me, I played my own little game of Jesus, Where The Fuck Is My Bus and Where Would I Rather Be Right Now? And the conclusion was shredding for Mr Zombie.

At least I'd be warm.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: 'Ride' Rob Zombie

The Star, Christchurch's free newspaper which once brought us such gems as the front page story about 'cat almost eats bird - but doesn't', has done it again. This time with 'man falls asleep in cinema.' Those may not be the official headlines for either but they might as well be.

A man. Fell asleep. In the cinema.

Yes, it was after hours and he had to be let out and whatever, but why is this a half page story and huge photo? Right next to the tiny tiny boxes that say things like 'bomb scare' and 'police car collision'?

And the letter's page next to it is warning boy racers that they need to show some resonsiblity or they'll never have any respect. Yeah, that's what boy racers are desperately searching for. The respect of the populous.

Aaah, The Star. You always bring the Lulz.

Current Mood: amused

32°C Christchurch? Are you on crack??

Current Mood: hot, actually.
Current Music: Ali's playing MCR. Yes, really.

Circe: Can you imagine what it would be like if you had a ninja up your bum?
Raen: It'd be like buttsex with Tim!

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: people eating crunchily

Haha, I'm leaving here to catch a plane to Tas in six hours. I think it might be a wise idea for me to start packing.

(I even know where my passport is. Yay!)

Current Mood: ditzy
Current Music: Apocalyptica

I return from Nimbin, getting home after a flight that seemed to go forever and then a bus ride that took almost as long again. But now I'm back at the LFoD and exhausted, even though I somehow fell asleep. The house is empty now and I don't know where people are, but I'm sure they'll return at some point.

Umm, I don't really have much to say about my trip other than it was lots of fun and I already miss Nimbin.

Current Mood: sleepy

Circe says:
i didn't clean my room la la la
Alison says:
i knew you wouldn't. I knew today would be a "everything from the floor goes onto the bed till you want to sleep and then it'll go on the floor again" kind of day
Circe says:
waaa.
Circe says:
it's an inefficient system
Alison says:
it is
Alison says:
you should try my system
Alison says:
i don't move anything ever. it works well.
Alison says:
cept i don't know where my proper pajama pants are.

In other news: The line up for the Victoria's Secret show sucks big time. It's like they decided that last year they had too many attractive women walking and had to do something about it. So they took them out the back paddock and shot them. Now it's just boring unattractive models. Yes, I do care. Don't mess with gorgeous half naked women. It's a workable system right there. (I'm being over-dramatic. There are still a few gorgeous girls, but heaps of my favourites are missing.)

I get to go to my dad's for his birthday party at the end of this month, and I say yay! And I might be going home for a week at Christmas, which is another yay! I like visiting parentals. It's made of good.

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: 'The Chemicals Between Us' Bush

Jack Daniels is too expensive >_<

Jack lives here.

But not for real.

I am wearing my Irony Shirt and feel the need to revel in all forms of it tonight. Alison is ironic. I believe I shall go roll in her.

And I can't tell where your lust ends
And where your love begins

I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry

I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
But you're pretty when you're mine

I didn't really love you baby
I didn't really love you
But I'm pretty when I lie

Mmmm, Ares.

Take that, Alanis.

Current Mood: Random.
Current Music: 'Pretty When You Cry' VAST

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Chasing chimeras

But i just want to touch something that'll last tonight

Entries tagged with this isn't worth tagging

Her ghost hides in my mind, in a way she's haunting me

No one mourns the wicked...

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace

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This is hard hitting reporting!

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Overheard at the not-so Lesbian Flat of Doom

No, THIS is leaving it to the last minute

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I'm pretty when I lie.

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