OUTRAGED.

i'm in the journalism lab at uni working on a project due on thursday, when procrastination hits me like a drunk boyfriend & i google "babyporridge".


there are several things wrong with the third link.
1) THE BABYPORRIDGE.COM DOMAIN NAME SHOULD BE OWNED BY ME,
2) I AM NOT A SOCIAL NETWORKING SITE, &
3) IF I WERE A SOCIAL NETWORKING SITE, I WOULD BE CALLED 'TURDFACE ELITE'

regardless of whether or not i intended on becoming an internet conglomerate of sorts, i put a face behind the 'babyporridge' name. i know im probably getting my knickers into a tighter knot than is socially advised, but this makes me angry.

do i even have any options available to me in a quest to regain ownership of this domain name?

babyporridge.com, i hope your next eight meals taste like shit.




beauty is eternity gazing at itself in the mirror
but you are eternity & you are the mirror.
(~kahlil gibran: 'the prophet')

i feel so generally uninspired these days.

just quickly.


on a whim, i clicked the 'statistics & data' button for my 'Dear Inspiration' video & discovered the 'premium' category.

what on earth?

i always instinctively associate the word 'premium' with beef, & i was momentarily offended at youtube for calling me processed meat.

anyway, i think this is just pain talking.
my limbs are still so painful & everytime i move, my head decides to die a little. i also think there are gremlins breeding in my stomach.
(i had to ring queenie at five thirty a.m. this morning asking her to take my shift. I'M SO SORRY. I LOVE YOU.)

ugh.

my stomach is throbbing & my head is thumping.
i will jot down these aches & remember them for later -- later is when the moon smiles for someone else, when the floorboards creak under someone else's weight.

australia is a drought-ridden place & my mind feels very much like australia.
my inability to create is driving me insane. this afternoon i shot some clips with the intention of putting up a video, but it's turning out disgustingly sub-par, & showcasing sub-par things are the bane of my existence.

ugh. screenshots of said video:



i know, i know, i grow terribly unattractive by day.

there are three weeks until this semester of uni comes to a close & i'm chanting (like too much a plea & too little a prayer) that my fickle friend inspiration will come back.
am also counting down the sleeps till i board a plane & whisk myself off to the philippines - my motherland, how i tremble to touch my feet to your grounds!

as of now, it's 23 sleeps!

speaking of twenty-three:
* in june, twenty-three will mark my one year anniversary of being on the 'tube, &
* in july, twenty-three will mark my nineteenth birthdaghhh

i think it's comforting how close to nobody reads this blog... that just means i'm at liberty to disclose more of myself here than i would on video.

I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO TELL YOU ALL THAT I HATE YOU & THAT THE TOOTH FAIRY HATES YOUR STINKING TEETH.

leslie feist is divine & her music is the ultimate for driving home at night.
my stomach hurts like a killer's wife & i am going to go now.


yeah, i was definitely a babe.

picture heavy.

went to my seventh grade singing exam at the 'australian musical examinations board' on tuesday.

in a situation where you're asked to choose between tree-stump grinding or needlepoint, you pick the tree stumps. in this post, my exam would equate with needlepoint & hence, we will not discuss it..

pictures, in all tree-stump glory:





hughberry was (& forever will be) my amazing accompanist.



we found a queen-bee several stops down & i was eternally glad because i like queen-bee a lot & even more than dried mangoes, which is an ample lot.



my friends are heavy drinkers.





& now for some phenomenal celebrity-look-alikes;

gemma ward


e.t.'s filthy mistress