girls, colours & lanes

Being at ashfield swimming pool by 7.45 is not usually how I like to start the week, but yesterday was the annual domremy swimming carnival, and being the little perk-a-lerk that I am, I was there with the red vice and colour captains, bright and early to set up the red 'house of glam'. The morning began with a 15-minute decision on where we should place our house, lots of illegal crepe paper, climbing the shelter railings and using an entire roll of sticky-tape to try and stick down the red walk of stars. (Let us note that the operative word in that sentence was try and they were soon stuck to shoes bins, poolside - anywhere but where they were supposed to be).And this was only the beginning. The day continued to consist of screaming our voices out, far too much lipstick, running around trying to find people, jumping in the pool at exactly the wrong times, underwater photos and a general all-round kufuffle (<- i really don't think there is a correct spelling for that word...).

This year our whole school swimming theme was 'Glam your House' so of course i got riigghtt into it. School spirit people! And yes, I was that random who wore heels to a sports event to fit with a theme. Anything I could find that was red, it was

on me. But lets not forget other colours, we had a giant M&M, gangsters, 70's bodysuits and afr

os, wannabe Eminems, tutus&talibans, snorklers, and many more.

here is a bit of a snapshot of the red-house from my point of view.

As enjoyable as the day was, it could have been better. It really sucks when you wake up sick to such a carnival day where I always like to give it my all. I spent the majority of my swimming carnival sniffing & sneezing whilst standing around in the sun yelling at little apathetic 'know-it-all' young-ins. You'd think that when a senior told you as a little yr 7 kid to stand up and cheer for your house you'd listen and obey straight away yeah? No. These kids put it upon themselves to think they were too good, too 'cool' to show some house spirit.

Despite being sick, I spent the majority of my day with the yr 12's, screaming my lungs out in an attempt to start and keep-up a decent amount of house cheer and spirit. You wouldn't believe how difficult it is to get some kids to squash in and just listen to what you're saying for 5 measly minutes. I literally lost my voice over these people - believe me, i did not give it up!

but that's what it's all about aye?

this will be the friction, your addiction

Sitting in my room now
Trying to write a song how
Feed the cat some chow chow
Through the recollections
Sifting through the sections
See the great collections
Johnny shows projections
Says he's got connections
Gives me the directions
Gotta fool the inspections
Guess I've got no objections
Has he got affections?
Who knows now
Coz I'm trying to write a song how

This will be the friction, your addition
Just smile, no one will believe our prediction

I'm gonna be a midnight host
Get myself some honey toast
Dinner was mum's roast
Though it's nothing much to boast
Gotta Catch Australia post
But its only 1am at most
Think you saw your grans ghost?
Maybe you should be diagnosed
Something about the gold coast
Let's crack out the champagne
Coz this song is going to gain
Me a private jet plane
Make a cardboard party chain
Or fold a Julia paper plane
But right now i should abstain
Coz I'm trying to write a song that's sane
Rockstars do cocaine
Politicians drive their campaign
One song's about the fast lane
This one's matter more arcane.

come fly with me

j, to melbourne.
Earlier this year my dearest j and i flew down to melbourne for a week to see the sights and live it up. It was a truly unforgettable time, as corny as that sounds, and i wish i was back there.
some memories that stood out (although perhaps you might not understand them unless you're a certain someone).
- Avalon tin-shed airport and awkward shuttle bus ride to 'Myer'

- Sleeping on the beach - mothers club
- Shared showers and tanlines
-Layering up and stealing a 7 year old's doona to sleep
- Trying to get a suitcase and a massive bag on the Gelong-Melbourne train - no leg room & boxing in a poor 12yr old
- "How good is food" - in unison
- Train to Flinders, train to Dandenong, bus to San-Remo - all in heels and 50thousand bags
- losing a wallet
- haunted houses
- sunburn

"Got enough cords there julia?"

Transit officer: "You realise you've just broken the law..."
*looks at multiple bags and suitcases*
"...where are you from?!"

Avalon airport - Julia: "we've landed in a farm!"
Pip: "Yep, this airport consists of a tin shed, with a drink machine, one carousel and a car-hire desk"
Julia: *thinks she's exaggerating* *sees the truth in her words*

"You want my wallet? You're gonna have to take my pants too".

"You're like school in July"

Julia: "Hi, can i please have a 30c cone?"
McDonalds guy: "uh, they're 50c here..."
Pip: "Fucking Melbourne"

I'm Big Kev, and I'm EXCITED!

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One particular night when we were up late at my uncle's place, with none of us having anything better to do, we decided to catch this slightly random foreign film on sbs, called Atomik Circus.
Completely ridiculous and the absolute epitome of random, this movie involved a strange young singer wanting to break, spoken in french, some random German people and/or things, set (we are most positively sure) in the Australian bush, something to do with Portugal and most importantly, giant flying squid.
Yes, and interesting evening that was.



Also, one more thing.
We visited the legendary St Gerome's Laneway and saw some pretty snazzy street art.
its nothing like Sydney's tagging and graffiti, it truly is an artform in itself.
creative and rather inspiring...

nostalgic memories

14/11/08

it's just the teenage way to have a bit of fun when the parents go away

but we're not total backseat rebels, we just like to enjoy each others company

so when my parents went away, we decided to celebrate the end of school certificate (finally done).

it really wasn't anything big, just a couple of friends, a couple of drinks, a bit of a chill...

but their company i greatly enjoyed. 

a certain song has also captured my attention, surprisingly too.

it is not usually the style i go for but i am absolutely in love with it - that inexplainable love and emotion that a song brings. 

cheesy? no. just a sick song.

I always seem to think of this event when i here the song.

Day n night. I toss and turn, I keep stressin' my mind, mind

I look for peace, but see i don't attain.

What I need for keeps this silly game we play, play.

Now look at this.

Madness the magnet keeps attracting me, me.

I try to run, but see I'm not that fast.

I think the first but surely finish last, last.

Cause day n night

The lonely stoner seems to free mind at night

He's all alone through the day and night.

The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night

ah ah at night.

Day n night.

The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night.

He's all alone, some things will never change.

The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night,

ah ah at night.

 'Day N Night' - Kid Cudi