indulgennnnnt.

today i was an absolute glutton for self-indulgent behaviour.

the concept of sleeping in is as familiar to me as a mirror to amy winehouse. my days often start at six, seven, & even sundays i wake up at seven thirty to catch an eight thirty body pump class at fatness first. I WOKE UP AT TEN THIS MORNING...& while it may not be that momentous for anyone else but me, those extra three hours of r.e.m. & its cyclical ways were sweet sweet occasions of triumph, like the first time riding a bike! like telling your dad to 'take one for the team' after he talks about the life insurance windfall to come in case anything happens to him!

my justification: yesterday i rose at five forty in the morning because i had a six thirty (til three!!) shift, & only stumbled home past one thirty from the nouvelle vague gig... which, incidentally was phenomenalamazingmindblowinglylifealtering.

just in case my sporadic fusion of adverbs & adjectives did not aptly convey my sentiment, it was, uh, good.

i have a terrible case of lust for one of the two nouvelle vague chanteuse's - nadeah miranda - her voice, poise, amazing genetics, & unparalleled caliber of sex appeal was enough to fill the room with standing ovations... in the pants. (ohohoh see what i did there?!)

picture of nadeah miranda clearly not taken by these shaking hands & clearly not used with permission from sendell on flickr (thank you, whoever you are):



anyway, back to my self-indulgent ways... my fiesta of siesta was matched by my shopping. i purchased assorted christmas-related objects, a dress, four pairs of shoes, self-tanning shiz (because i want to be orange!) & some goodbye cellulite that damn-better-well be potent like kevin federline's nasty bizness!



financial crisis, i bite my teenage thumb at you!

& just because i feel like it, i will disclose the youtube comments that really get my blood boiling. surprisingly, it's not the "your* ugly / fat / stupid / lame / boring, you stupidasian / bitch / whore / slagtitpoopmothertruckingcrackwhale" comments. (* means that grammatical prowess has been retained for accuracy).

rather it's the ones that read, "you have too much time on your hands, get a life," mainly because it's quite le contraire. i really don't have too much time on my hands. in fact, without making videos, i already struggle to keep up with work shifts, academic responsibilities, household duties & minimal social interaction. when i make videos, i do so at the cost of something else. i extract myself from social situations or i edit away during hours that should be spent sleeping because when it comes to art & some kind of creative expression, i will & i do rearrange my priorities around it.

in recent times, i've come to acknowledge that my life is art. my life is creating. not much gives me the same kind of satisfaction & fulfillment from a finished product, irregardless of its quality. sorry that my definition of 'life' does not conform to your closed-minded perceptions of it being a weekly occurrence of empty beer bottles, a thousand pictures with my pouting hot friends at hip locations like a club bathroom or on youporn.com's premium collection, smoking at a parking lot all heavy-eyelinered & setting ducks on fire, & shoplifting chocolates at kmart.

so sincerely sorry that my lifestyle may actually contribute to a small iota of worth when i grow up. shove it up your filthy asses & get burning hemorrhoids in the process, mother truckers!

...i'm so disillusioned with relative exposure, can you tell? i don't understand how you youtube elite put up with it. goodnight.

11 comments:

  1. Okay, the following sentence made me pee a little.
    'the concept of sleeping in is as familiar to me as a mirror to amy winehouse'.
    That's all I have to say.

     
  2. Ahhh fuck, those comments are driving me up the wall as well. They're pretty much the new "I want that [x amount of time] back", since people realise they waste even more time professing their dislike.
    Buuuut I think I'll be saving your retort on Notepad, it's a wonderful response. :)

     
  3. The whole point of the 'get a life' comment is that it is dismissive of what you're doing is irrelevant, this is how they are trying to get to you.

    but, as you say so well:

    " sorry that my definition of 'life' does not conform to your closed-minded perceptions of it being a weekly occurrence of empty beer bottles, a thousand pictures with my pouting hot friends at hip locations like a club bathroom or on youporn.com's premium collection, smoking at a parking lot all heavy-eyelinered & setting ducks on fire, & shoplifting chocolates at kmart."

    you nail it yourself right here, perfectly. If that nonsense is getting to you at all... look at your own words :)

    what will they (with a "life" ) have left the world when they move on ? In the second season of Cheers Christopher Lloyd plays this famous painter who is after Diane; In the bar he is always being made fun of by the regulars as doing something they see as worthless. At one point he erupts and he gives this great speech where he ends telling them "you're all stuff to fill graves". very dark indeed, but some truth there.

    Art is serious stuff, it gives my life meaning, and I can say it has saved my life before.

    developing your talent is serious business. this is why you struggle to be creative, even with your busy life.


    this is what you should remember, what really matters. you have genuinely touched some people out there. you have moved people. you have made people smile. and reaching people in the world in a meaningful way, even if it's just a few, trumps a million ignorant comments, comments that really only say something about those who are making them.

    you should be proud of what you have done (I'm sure you are).

    creating is one of the most worthy things you can do with your life.

     
  4. i agree with superjv. creating is a very worthy thing. it is not a waste of your time. it does suck that it is somewhat at the expence of your social life, cause there is nothing like a good friend. and i hate it that you get hateful comments, but thats life i guess.

     
  5. Art. The preparation of art. The creation itself. It's all very consuming (consuming time and yourself) and some people don't get it.
    But there are others who look at a finished piece of art and not only realize how much time went into making it, but also see how much it is worth now. How much it is giving back.

    I commend you and your conviction :)

     
  6. YES! That's all I have to say. They need to get lives, not you. You've got more of a life than any other slagtitpoopmothertruckingcrackwhaleI know! :)

     
  7. I agree with liam, fuck those comments they dont know you! they know two thirds of fuck all, do what ever it is you enjoy doing :)

     
  8. whatever happened to your other post? :) i enjoyed that too...

    i hope you had a wonderful holiday..

    HAPPY NEW YEAR!! :)

    i still owe you something.
    once i recall exactly what is i wanted to say.
    maybe a chat soon? :)

    wishing all the very best,
    CHEERS!

     
  9. omgosh i think i've seen those shoes before!
    are they rubi shoes?

    anyways you're house is so giantic they look like houses in Kellyville which is in sydney which is in nsw. I don't think you live there but anywho...

     
  10. People who don't experience the creative process have no regard for the time and soul required. Or that none of that time is wasted. Becasue that is life. If you're an artist, and completely into what you do, you have a life.

     
  11. Am I seriously going to be the only one to say this? OK You don't need cellulite cream!!! You're seriously like 90 pounds, a strong gust of wind would probably send you flying! Besides, you may or may not have heard, but a little cellulite is totally sexy now. Yep, people stopped caring about advertisements and societal pressure, and finally just accepted the crazy notion of being comfortable under their own skin. So using that cream is literally like erasing sexy off your body. Just letting you know!