Music for a Saturday

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Tied To Bed (not like that calm yourselves)

In the last week, I have been waking up, finding myself chronically disabled by my intense laziness and magnetic attraction to my bed, and so resigned to a live of hermitdom. Some people get cabin fever after a few days in home, and sometimes I am one of those people, but lately I think I have contracted a disease that is the exact opposite, and I think that when I do go out (I am forced to tonight) I will have a psychotic meltdown, strip naked, paint myself in glitter (again) and throw myself into the river.

On the bright side, my internet is back! This means that I have been able to get more music, such as THIS: Keep Yourself Warm by Frightened Rabbit.

I love that the accent completely adds to the awesomeness. 

Since I have been combing through my computer, I have found some pretty great pictures that I must have saved some time many years ago in another dimension. I will share. 

I hope you are having a merry tuesday! 

X X X 

Panda Face

I am currently lying in bed, covered in glitter and with two black eyes, eating the little candy 'lovehearts' that are the comfortable medium between overly-sweet medicine and colored chalk. Whatever - I like them. And, as resident Bitter Spinster, I get joy out of reading "kiss me", "heart desire" and "tru love" and then eating it. Viciously. Although, I did just come across one that says "hello". That's it. Not exactly heart pounding stuff.

Back to the weird circumstances in which I find myself. First of all, glitter. I am actually covered in glitter because I was at a friend's house and we found glitter and decided that it would be great to mix it with eucalyptus moisturizer and cover ourselves in it. What we failed to think of is that eucalyptus is bad enough when seeping into face-holes (smells like someone shoved a koala up my nostril), but that small bits of metal in eyes/mouth isn't exactly the stuff of orgasms either. Also, glitter does not come off with mere water. It is like the cockroaches of the world, who survive nuclear warfare. So I am now one layer of skin less, and still look like a walking disco ball.

The black eyes. Bear attack. On second thoughts, what self respecting bear would think "well, this human is thoroughly pissing me off but forget the razor claws and teeth, I shall instead form a tiny fist with my awkward bear hand and poke her in the eye region until she goes away".
Ok, fine, truth is that a friend and I were offered a FREE makeup tutorial in a shopping centre. FREE. Following the unspoken law that free stuff is always better than non-free stuff, no matter how irrelevant it is, I accepted. An hour later, I was coated with more products than I knew existed. To be fair, the lady was very nice, and every time I poked myself in the eye she said "don't worry, happens to all of us", even though I doubt that.
Following that, I managed to smudge everything on my face so I look a tiny bit run over. This is why the boys love me - I remind them of their childhood fascination with road kill. Actually, probably not the best man to choose, one that is into dead animals.

Here is a happy song to make you feel good

STILL NO INTERNET ON MY COMPUTER.

It is very sad that without internet I become like a sad ... sad thing. I have called a gang of people called GEEK SQUAD (no joke) to come help, so hopefully I shall snag a handy geek and he will gloriously unclog the drain of my creativity (internet).

One more week of school means two things:

1) everyone is so sick of each other that they resort to saying one of three things - "hey how are you?" "what class do you have next?" and "how was your weekend?", the answers to which no one really cares.

2) the semi-formal is coming up, so everyone is trying to convince themselves that they love everyone else in the grade, and cannot wait to spend the night with them.

I have a theory that these contrasting things will cause everyone to suddenly implode at the Semi venue, right in the middle of the soup course. Let that be a celebration to remember.


Here is a very happy song that will make you want to smile at things:

Adieu, adieu, to yeu and yeu and yeu.

NOTE: Don't fret, my pretties, a bitter Xmas rant is soon to some, in paintthetownblue tradition.

Shine

For some unknown reason, the internet on my computer has gone VAMOOSH so I am using mum's iPad. Last time I used this iPad, it messed up the spacing. So prepare yourself.

I have been drowning in chemistry. I did that thing where you spend the whole term thinking "Oh chemistry, a bit of neglect doesn't matter, I will simply wait until a week before the exam and then do you in excess" (no innuendo intended, calm yourself), and then, a week before the exam, suddenly realize that you have been thrown off the metaphorical chemistry bridge gagged and chained. So now chemistry is flowing through my bloodstream. Well, it is, literally. Ugh.

COMPLAINTS ASIDE, it is nearly summer. Birds are a-singing, mangoes are waiting to be eaten, the pool is looking more and more inviting, and in the air are summery scents and the faint howls of people (not being gender specific here) waxing where, until now, the sun did not shine. I can't help but feel smug. I recall the days where summer was approximately 3 days long and consisted of a lot of round, pasty people being round and pasty on the STONY beach. Oh Brittania.

Something else just occurred to me. It is nearly Christmas, meaning nearly one year since I started this thing! So thank you, loyal pals, for sticking with me through twelve months. What has happened in a year? Have I grown as a wise and guru-esque person? Probably not. Ah well, at least I ate a lot of good food. That is always a consolation.

When I swim out of my pit of chemistry, I will find something pointless to rant about and then you will remember how worth it it is to read this diary-come-blog (please?)

But in all honesty, I thank you for being cool. Phew, wasn't that emotional?

Have an awesome summer!

Fly

No, calm your small and easily excitable earmuffs, I am not going anywhere. I did, however, just go to pick up my dad from the airport as he has just returned from South Africa. Ho hum.

I will not go into a deep and philosophical rant about departures and arrivals, but only say that I like going to airports for 3 reasons.

1. I am going somewhere. Always (unless the somewhere is very cold and damp) fun.

2. I am meeting people. This is even better because I get excitement (and sometimes presents) without having to suffer (and making other people suffer through) plane face*.

3. I like seeing the arrivals gate. There's something really warm and fuzzy about seeing people greet the people they love. It makes me happy. Yes, I know, I'm like Tigger in harem pants.


(*Plane face is the horrible thing that happens to your face after being on a plane/in various airports for more than 9 hours. Every muscle in your face drops about a centimeter, your hair goes staticky and your eyes fill with hopelessness (I am never getting out of here). And yes, before you say it - first world problems.)


Here is a cool video. It's on vimeo, not youtube, because I am a hipster.

It is a quirky, amusing video.

http://vimeo.com/25568485


This next one is a place I would like to be.

http://vimeo.com/29932789


This next one is fascinating and inspiring, and about my heritage.

http://vimeo.com/8022760


I love you.

The Ingenious Thing

The ingenious thing about making music is that you can turn this

into this (folky)

or this (sexy)

or this (crazy)

Merry Sunday. I am ZOMBIE WALKING today! http://www.brisbanezombiewalk.com/ <check that out!

How about that local sporting team?

Hi.

I am going to Nicky's house tonight to watch the rugby Aus vs Nz game. SO PUMPED. I kid. In reality, when Ryan (rugby-obsessed friend) started talking to me about it I threw him one o' these:

With a hint of

But none of this

The point is that I do not care for rugby, but I care for my friends and these things are currently the same.

Here is a hilarious man being hilarious about rugby and football.

And on that note, auf weidersehn and ciao.

FIESTA!

The Valley Fiesta was the best time I've had in ages. For those who don't know, it's pretty much a massive street festival. The music was awesome and the people were definitely interesting...

AND (Holy Mother Of Wank this is exciting)

Yes, that is me, with a Hungry Kid of Hungary. BAH they were so good! It looks like a very awkward exchange, but really he was very nice. I didn't force myself on him. I didn't. I promise.

If you have been deprived enough to not know the Hungry Kids...

Also, I met Kween G from Killa Queenz, who is SO COOL. I wish to be her.

^ That was the kind of thing we spend 5 hours dancing to.

^ That was just a cool song.

Also, my new favourite person is Nina Las Vegas, a truly excellent DJ, showing the world that white chicks can be awesome too.

^ AND it's a remix of The Kills! Can life get better? (No.)

Seriously, a truly amazing night. There is something about dancing crazily in a crowd of a thousand or so, with bass pounding through you and stars above you, that says "hey, isn't life bloody excellent?"

It's Late and I Love Feist

An old favourite of mine!
Favourite albums: The Reminder and Let It Die

Also, a note to the dim: blogger seems to be on some alien timezone, in which up is down and down is yes please. Hence, it might say that it is 4.00 a.m. on a Tuesday but in reality, it is currently 11.57 p.m. on Friday. Enjoy the last minutes of your Friday!

All By Myself Without A Dollar To Spare

Think of the title as a cross between All By Myself by Celine Dion and I Need A Dollar by Aloe Blacc (new favourite soul singer).

Ok, brace yourselves, I have a point which is actually (I think) not stupid, but I will take my time to get to it.

I remember in primary school assemblies in jolly England where, huddled next to radiators, coughing and wheezing and rubbing our hands together and befriending the one-eyed typhoid-infected orphans, a bunch of "big kids" would get up and sing a song in harmonies. Ten-year-old me remembers that the senior girls had quite nice voices, but the song was annoying. The song was Turn Turn Turn. I'm sure you've heard it - for everything (turn turn turn), there is a season (turn turn turn). Lots of turning. If your childhood was robbed of this hidden jewel, listen to it here.
Maybe it was the awful pigs-liver sausages they fed us, or the blisters our hands would get from the freezing cold, or the corporal punishment... point is that the song has been scarred into my memory for life. Anyway, the song made a random reappearance in my head today, in the city.

My plan was to meet Rob and work on some new original songs and to try to shake the sunday-afternoon-last-day-of-holidays blues, but as soon as I arrived he called and said that he might not be able to make it because he was lost in the maze of public transport. Frenzied, I immediately started calling every friend I know and asked if they would like to come to hang out in the city. Maybe they were all having a party and laughing as I called each one and was refused (maybe I'm paranoid), but after 3 people said "sorry darling, can't - I'm playing croquet and sipping a mint julep" my search was ended because Rob said that he could make it after all. In an hour. So I chilled, by my lonesome. Then we jammed. Then he had to leave and I chilled once more, by my lonesome, at a suitcase rummage, without money.

And it occurred to me: why was I so terrified of being alone? Was it embarrassment at being seen by myself? I don't think so. Then what? And (here comes the reference) I came to the epiphany that for everything (turn turn turn) there is a season (turn turn turn), so maybe there is also a season to be alone. A time to be by yourself, wandering, not thinking about anything important, not entertaining or putting on your interesting-person disguise... just being. And so I just was. And I talked to random people, and sat and listened to the live music and clapped loudly at the end of each song, even though I was the only one watching. And I wandered through the markets and the city, not being able to buy anything, so just looking, seeing interesting things and letting stupid things go through my head.

DIY

Inspiration's a bitch. You see something somewhere and then suddenly the heavens open, light shines down on you and you are surrounded by gleaming, rosy (imaginary) cherubs doing the "aaaaahhh" thing that happens whenever anyone on TV has a revelation. Yes, you get inspired then you think "I can do anything! I don't even need LSD!" and then KABLOOIE (< most unsexy onomatopoeia ever) you find yourself, two hours later, covered in glue, feathers and tiny particles of denim which get stuck in your lungs. Oh yes, I speak from experience. Wouldn't that be a glorious way to go: "LOCAL TEEN DIES DUE TO HER SHITTINESS AT ARTS AND CRAFTS".

I bet you saw this and thought "oh look, she's moved on from being bitter, maybe she'll show us how to make some adorable denim cutoffs", BUT NO. I laugh loudly and maniacally in your face. Maybe I am still a tad bitter about the denim incident (seriously was very close to asphyxiation) but I decided to rant about this because I am currently inspired. No, seriously, I have been raiding DIY blogs like swellmayde.com to try to find things to make. But what irritates me is that they all say "easy to do! No need to go shopping!" but then the materials list copper piping, a nailgun, a large horseshoe and half a kilo of yeast. I would like to meet the person who has all these things lying around in their house. They would be able to make ANYTHING IN THE WORLD. Their life would be enchanted.

It started with me being home alone for the night, then being too lazy to make food so just eating toast and nutella. Then watching some a movie with Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Matt Damon, and having no idea what's going on. I know that a guy named Bank owns a hotel, and that Brad Pitt dressed up in a long beard and wig to try to sell him earthquake-protection-software. Or something. I know that at some stage someone was going to climb down a lift shaft. Which is terrifying, because what if you are happily climbing along and then you see a lift coming at you? It's kind of to be expected, being a space specifically to house lifts, that you would run into one eventually. And these kind of spaces don't really come with a small cave-like area for people to hang out in and watch lifts go by. Not really a Lift Shaft Coffee Shop around. Which is fair enough,  because they're not exactly popular places for people who aren't effortlessly cool/attempting to steal something somewhere.

Point is, I got inspired so I cut up a t-shirt into fringey bits and it actually worked! Which was cool, but bad at the same time because it might lead me to the idea that I can make other things, which I don't think I can (especially without copper piping).

What even is copper piping?

In other news, sexy song is sexy:

So long, I am going to try to glue flowers onto a bit of plastic.

Palette

Bonjour.

A few things have happened recently. First of all, I went with some friends to the Spiegeltent in Brisbane (most beautiful music venue imaginable) to see Emma-Louise, who I adore. I bought her new EP and chatted to her and, in conclusion, the is possibly my favourite human being. She ended her set with a song called 1000 Sundowns, which was written from the perspective of her aunt, who fell in love at 16, grew old with that boy and then lost him to cancer aged 60. It is completely heart-breaking and unbelievably beautiful.

Secondly, I went with the famillia to go see the In The Bin showcase on the coast. In The Bin is a program that works with short films, and we saw the top 17 in the country. They were all VERY COOL.

Thirdly, we also went to the beach, where there was an art exhibition called Swell. I didn't like the art too much, but I did love the bright colours of summer mixed with the white sand and stunning sunsets.

My mama's hair

Parents being happy. 

3 Beautiful Songs

These music videos are also favourites of mine. They are all so beautifully put together, hope you enjoy.

Advice For Young Mothers To Be - The Veils

Your Direction - Chief

Mexican Mavis - Boy & Bear

Open The Window

They say that when God closes a door, he opens a window. I sure hope that God would get his act together and open a few windows or I might just have to continue my practice of throwing bricks through the windows and taking all the bootay for meself. I know I am speaking like Johnny Depp, deal with it. I mean Johnny Depp in the pirate movies, not as Sweeney Todd, because that would be weird. I don't even know what character he plays in Sweeney Todd. A bad guy? I think so. Point is, it would be frightening if I opened a post with "Come sit down in this chair, close your eyes and don't be alarmed by the razor".

Maybe it's just my current state of mind, but it seems that recently the doors that I had expected to open didn't, and some very weird windows appeared. My life is shifting around me. Which is fairly normal, I suppose, but still freaks me out a little bit.

This is my rambly way of saying that sadly, Rob and I did not get into Woodford. WE SHALL NOT BE DISCOURAGED, however. We are still planning on going and will play around the place and at the chai tent (or anywhere else that will have us).

BLUES.

Close your door and windows and play this song REALLY REALLY LOUD.

And that, dearests, is the power of BLUES. 

Pages

Working at the jazz club was amazing - so many nice people and incredibly talented musicians! Also, I didn't have a nametag made so I was temporarily Dolores. I felt like I should wear big glasses and have a cat. No offense if your name is Dolores. Although, if your name is Dolores and you wear big glasses and have a cat, then please tell me so, that would be cool.

I don't really have a plan for this post, but I saw that it had been a week and I needed to vent and voila. First thing's first, the new Gotye album, Making Mirrors, is beautiful. I also like that the downloadable version came with the little booklet (in a file) with beautiful hand-painted pictures by Gotye. He is a just a bundle of creativity and buttons that make weird noises. I am in love with him.
Also, Marina and the Diamonds, who, although she has been quiet for a while, has never left my musical mind's eye! She has just come out with a bunch o' new songs, one of which I posted last time. Her even newer song Radioactive (listen to it here) is very different to her usual things, although she too is mad creative and so a lot of her 'usual' songs are very weird and wonderful. But this is not necessarily a bad thing. I like the song, and her with blonde wig.
More music! I am currently listening to Swear & Shake, whose EP I downloaded for free from some website ages ago. They are lovely and have a surprisingly unique sound. Favourite song is Johnnie. Download for FREE right here, and see their website here.

I am feeling a little bit philosophical (don't judge me) so I am going to ramble about books.

You own a computer. I know it. This is not only because I stalk each and every one of you (duh), but because, in our generation, not having a computer is like not having a lung; you are prone to fits of suffocation and it makes everything a lot more difficult in general. It also makes the prospect of exercise a lot harder.

The point is that in our electronic world, books are becoming things of the past. Borders closed. BORDERS. I have very fond memories of the Borders in Brighton - it was small in area but went up about 5 levels and was carpeted all in red and had big window seats where you could grab a book and just relax, or just watch life go by below you. My mum always used to drag us in there to find some book or another, but if you weren't restless and impatient it was a nice place to be. Borders was another world, full of pages and warmth. I was really sorry to see it go.

Because you don't get the same feeling on an iPad, or iPhone or iWhatever. It's cold and your finger leaves a mark, and the screen is bright white and the words are too black and it doesn't smell of anything, nothing at all. It's not like holding anything, it's empty and it isn't yours. I think that's what bothers me the most about the whole thing. A book is yours, even if it doesn't physically belong to you. You hold it and turn the pages and the way you read it is fully yours and free from distraction or contamination. Reading Harry Potter on an iPad means that you are only one hand movement away from IMDB, where you will see the actors in their hollywood gear, or the website for Harry Potter World, where everything you imagined or thought of is standardised to what everyone else imagines it to be. Then it's not your experience, but something the internet produced. I don't want that.
I love and hate the marks on books, the creases and folds that you don't mean to make but just happen. I think I love them more than I hate them though. At least they're something you can touch and hold and admire. Words mean something. So they should feel like something.

That's what I think. But I have always been a bookworm.

Happy Friday.

Too Long, Didn't Read

is what it means.

My 5 favourite songs at the moment:


Gotye- Thanks For Your Time

Erykah Badu - Bag Lady

Marina & The Diamonds - Perfect Stranger (new!!)

Kimbra - Cameo Lover

Ingrid Michaelson - You & I

I'm volunteering at the brisbane jazz club tonight - should be interesting.

tl;dr

You know what. Fuck you. If the world all thought "tl;dr" then where would we be? In caves, probably. With the fucking bear skins. So stop expecting everything to be condensed into 3 word scraps. Read a bloody book.

The English Like Their Pleasures Small

Right now my fingers are very cold. It is hard to type because I was just sitting outside where it is substantially colder than it should be. But I like that. Everything feels cool and fresh and airy.

Today has been made up of small pleasures. Waking up late - that's an obvious one. Knowing that today is a holiday and that I have done all my homework - definitely. Then finding an old book with lots of beautiful pictures and weird stories, and lying awkwardly in a leather chair with legs flung over the side and neck shoved at a right angle. One of those weird poses that are so bizarrely comfortable that you hope never to move again. Knowing that if you move half a millimeter, the comfort will be lost forever and then you are just awkwardly shoved in a chair, snapping every bone in your body.
Ripping up bits of paper to make bookmarks for cool things I read, that was nice. Finding odd things like a surrealist animation of Alice in Wonderland and a very disturbing short story about a man who has sex with his dog. Eating strawberries and marshmallows, sometimes together. Getting cold, so putting a blanket on my feet. Wearing a massive, unattractive jumper that I made in fashion class last year and would literally be big on atilla the hun. Half-listening to Jim Morrison's live concert in LA, which my dad is playing outside. Wearing silk harem pants from Camden Town.

I hope your pleasures are equally small. Or big, if that's what you like. I know there is an innuendo somewhere in that. Go for it, I guess.

Ew

Yes, I know I have been slack recently, but I have an excuse. That excuse is that currently, my immune system is NOT OPEN FOR BUSINESS, leaving me so be swallowed up in a pool of germs, because that's the caring immune system I have. It was all the children, I tell you, it was the children. I mean the children I tutored on thursday, who were a heaving cesspit of sickness. Not even exaggerating: the teacher literally said "we've had 9 away in every class. They are a cesspit of sickness - oh and those three need help with science."
Thanks, kids.

Moving on, I will briefly say how amazing 4 Walls was - the artists were all so talented and we had a fantastic time. I fell in love with an awesome band called Montpelier, listen to them below!

Cannot physically comprehend how these guys aren't signed yet.

Also, new plans float ahead on the horizon! Rob and I are planning to record an EP tres soon - we have been hard at work on new originals and are very excited to get them recorded for the world.

This is a bit of a boring post, sorry, but my brain is a bit flattened.

There is a stupid ad on TV at the moment for Myers, which features a REMIX of THE WHEELS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND. Yes, the childhood song extended family would sing while bouncing you on their knee. It is autotuned. Why? Who would do that? DO NOT UNDERSTAND.
I also recently heard a remix of Rebel Rebel by David Bowie (love - original below)

AND THEY TOOK AWAY THE GUITAR RIFF AT THE BEGINNING.

Too sad for words.

OH MY

OH
MY
GOD.

I just typed an ESSAY about the world, the universe, the meaning of life, etc. I talked about how awesome 4 Walls was, how amazing it was to meet Montpelier, Avaberee, Matt Corby and others. I found the answer to all the problems in the world.

Then the internet swallowed it. And the handy SAVE NOW function failed to do its ONLY JOB. And I am usually the type of person who copies what they type just IN CASE something like this happens so I will be able to paste it somewhere. But instead, when I pressed paste, all I got was a youtube clip about waffles.

WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?

I will only say that my new favourite person is Kimbra, who I am planning on seeing soon.

A Day with Ash

So I should be doing a history assignment right now. But my mate Ash is way more exciting than the Spanish Civil War (no offense to any Spaniards out there - who knows, maybe my blog is like Vogue to the inhabitants of Spain... a less interesting, less fashionable, cheap and tacky Vogue...). SO instead, I decided to post some of the very bizarre photos I took of Ash and the place she calls home.

The view from the citycat. It may be a small and twee version of the real thing, but I like the small and twee Brisbane Eye that no-one every uses. I think it's pretty. No sarcasm. 

The wooden thing is a drawing quill, which I played with a lot, especially on Ash's Maths C homework. 

These are weird. You have been warned. Ash was warned too. But I like them. The word needs a little weirdness from time to time to balance out the drudgery of work and the people who engage in it. I like these shots because they look like they could be underwater, especially the way her hair flies out around her face and the scarf spins. 

 I have proclaimed my love for Ashleigh in numerous other posts (the cocaine to my Charlie Sheen, thee butter to my muffin), but I will say it again quickly. Never have I met a person who is so fully themselves, so much an adorer of life and all its quirks. I have never met a person who will dance through the city with me, or wander around a place they've never been just to explore - or wander around a place they know well, just to discover small details they never noticed. Ash is fantastically, inspirationally creative, but it's more than that. She is the kind of person that most call 'mad' and only a gifted few call 'genius'. I stand firmly at the 'genius' end, but I can't say that being called mad is entirely bad either, especially when you have as much fun with it as Ash does.

A Victorian Summer

YMI EP Competition!

We came SECOND !

Was really the most amazing night - thanks so so so much to all of you that voted for us online in the first place, to all of the incredible people who came and supported us and the other awesome bands, to the organisers of the event, the judges who picked us for the top 2 and everyone else who made the night one of my favourite nights in ever.
Also a massive congratulations to Vice Versus Versa - who are not only ridiculously talented but also super-nice! They are also playing at 4 Walls with us, so come to see them there!

Honestly, hearing the people in the audience sing the words to Waiting Tables in the final performance, I nearly burst into tears! It was so incredible to imagine that these were my words, words that I had come up with on some dull school night in my bedroom, and that this was the music that Rob came up with soon after - and that people were singing it!

Also, to the group of guys in the front row reaching out their arms and yelling "I love you, touch me, have my babies": It's so on. Meet me in the bushes behind Coles at 1800 hours.

(strong black independent woman hand movements)

me being passionate

Rob being groovy, as usual. 

YOU HEART-MAKERS, WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU WERE SO COOL. 

Merci beaucoup et je vous adore. 

Cook(ies) with Anna

The most orgasmic cookies in the universe: 


WHAT THOU SHALT NEED:

• 2 cups plain flour
• 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 170g unsalted butter, melted
• 1 cup packed brown sugar
• 1/2 cup white sugar
• 1 tablespoon vanilla extract
• 1 egg
• 1 egg yolk
• 2 cups chocolate chips (or a few tablespoons nutella - I got creative). 

WHAT THOU SHALT DO WITH THAT STUFF

1. Switcheth on-eth yonder oven to 165 degrees celcius and grease baking trays. 

2. Sift together (important for smoothness and, consequently, orgasmicness) the flour, baking soda and salt. Set aside. Do not sneeze or you will get flour in your eyes, not to mention snot in the bowl. Fact. No-one likes phlegm cookies. 

3. In a big bowl, mix together the melted butter, brown sugar and white sugar until they are as blended as... very blended things. 

4. Beat in vanilla, egg and egg yolk until the mixture goes light and creamy, then add the sifted ingredients til just blended. 

5. Chuck in a massive amount of choc chips and stir with a wooden spoon. 

6. Put blobs of cookie dough on baking trays, don't make them too big because MASSIVE BOSS COOKIES are way harder to share. It becomes an issue of everyone taking a cookie, even though the cookies are the size of their heads, and then you are left with none, instead of everyone taking a way smaller cookie leaving you with a bajillion. Truth. 

7. Bake for 15-17 minutes for massive boss cookies (if you ignored me) or 12-14 minutes for smaller ones. Test with a fork if you are a pro-chef. 

8. REMOVE, COOL AND EAT. 

The future is where we belong.

Look, it's a good song. Ignore the fact that the only video I could find was a Gossip Girl montage. 


Good morning all. I hope you had a swell weekend. I certainly did - it was filled with French things and ended with a pretty awesome friend's party so that was tres bon.
I also appologise for the sad lack of pictures in this blog as of late (Borat does not count). It has become dull and ranty, but as is my head, so it's appropriate, I suppose.
In other news, there are official facebook events for the upcoming YMI gigs so if you have not been invited to those, take a page out of my book and invite yourself.

I don't really have a plan for this post, so here goes nothing. I've been thinking a lot about the future, and when I say that I mean not just what I will eat after I have eaten that. I have been thinking that I have only one and a half more years of school (must remain calm and not start screaming and/or burning books in excitement) and so after that I will just have a BIG EMPTY CALENDER. And then, I can do whatever the hell I want. I can travel to Tibet and be a monk. I can grow dreadlocks and live in a van. I can get a dog, cat, bird or pig and name it whatever I choose. I can travel to every country in Africa in no particular order just because I feel like it, and, most importantly, I can sleep until whenever I want, go out whenever I want and generally just enjoy myself. 

And in this big vat of emptiness I have thought of a plan. A vague one, but a plan nonetheless. Plan goes as such:

1. Finish school. Try not to die of happiness.

2. Get a job, hopefully somewhere where I will not have to do anything (i.e. City Beach).

3. Work for a few months, not spend money on clothes, chocolate or stupid DVDs featuring Jennifer Aniston.

4. Go to South Africa with whoever wants to come, see family, network, chill with the lions, etc.

5. Fly to bonny England. Always wear ski jacket and ug boots and travel with personal heater strapped to self. Meet friends, stay with friends and family, and take small trips out to Europe. Would like to see Greece, Italy, Holland, etc.

6. Spend a month in France. Try very hard not to get diabetes and limit amount of butter/cheese consumed.

7. Depending on money situation (or lack of), travel to Asia. Avoid horrible tourist practices, such as in Cambodia, where can have choice of either blowing up a cow or machine-gunning a chicken. Try a least 28 new and exotic foods (refuse anything to do with animal scrotum, on principle).

8. Return to Brisvegas in time for summer and then lounge around and reflect on the wisdom and worldliness that have gained from enlightening trip around world.

So with my vague plan in mind, I have something to look forward through the dark and miserable days of IB EXAMS, which make me panic.
NOTE: For those of you who haven't seen the new Harry Potter, stop reading. Or continue, I don't really care.

I saw it, the effects were awesome, Hermione still can't act, Ron wanders around looking confused as per usual, Harry makes very interesting faces, the fight scenes were epic, Voldemort is an awkward hugger, goblins are cool.
There was a small period of the film where it was just Harry Potter on Acid. The bit when he died and went into a white place, or something. I figured the writers were just having a small "cigarette" to "relax" during that part.

Also, I appologise to everyone who was in the same cinema as me and, when Voldemort's bloody foetus appeared on the screen, someone asked "what is that?" and a friend of mine said "dinner".



Pip pip.

Quickie

Yeah you heard me. I am winking at you. I am in your cupboard.

That was an unusually creepy way of starting off. If you actually checked behind you or in a cupboard, you are my bitch. Just so you know.

THIS is the most amazing thing I have seen/heard in for ever.

Oh the 80s. The only time when you can wear a red codpiece and be more

than

And thank god.

Also, I have a new habit. It is very unhealthy, but all the best ones are. My habit is inviting myself to things. I also am developing a habit of not attending the events that I invite myself to. Yes, just when you thought I couldn't get more pushy/invasive, I'm not even going to rock up to the thing I invited myself to.

It's stupid, and will make me lose friends and alienate people. Help me.

Another amazing song, not as 80s but a million times more indie....

... which I can't find on youtube. Awkward.

MY BRAIN IS SCATTERED.

Until NEXT TIME.

Details I Promised

So I realised how completely inconsistent I am. Half the stuff I say I'm going to do never gets done and the other half is done shoddily. So, without further ado, here are DETAILS.


The YMI EP Competition is on 22nd July, 6 p.m. at 61 Musk Avenue, Kelvin Grove. Be there.


The FOUR WALLS FESTIVAL is on 4th August, at the same place (I think), 3 til 10, and we will be playing at the jazz stage, at 4. 20. Be there. 

You may now continue to your lives.