Friday, December 28, 2012

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Today I got back on to the roads for a bit of a small and minor road trip with my very own father. How cute is that? But seriously, I need to get some more hours in with someone who is not nervous and screams at me for trying to go through a green arrow. Mother, I'm sorry but that was very distracting of you and annoying. My driving isn't that much of a terrible monstrosity but I would still be afraid to take such a sweetheart of a car out for a night on the town. Why is that you ask? Well the boxy shape and fins of the car are so iconic and integral to it's general shape and impressive prestige that bumping into a bollard would surely shatter any great appreciation. Also, the paint strawberry ice-cream pink. 


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Japanese theatrical trailer for La cicatrice intérieure AKA The Inner Scar



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The kind of pink that a kitchen electrical unit is generally painted for people that are utterly obsessed with food. The point is my boyfriend and I were talking about car paint colours (for whatever reason) and he made the good point that there is only one type of white pain. So when you bump and crunch into the curb as a young, probationary driver replacing the part is made a little easier. I prefer to drive an old bomb with a wacky name and probably Frankenstein panels. Characters that are unique and interesting are often the best kinds in life. Also it's a natural deterrent for people to bother me because if they want to scratch my car then I probably won't care whereas they might. Hooray for driving a tough and battle-scarred tank of a car and reserving the nicest set of wheels for mid-life crisis time.

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Today I also powered through into the next month/ chapter of Rookie yearbook one and advice on how to have fun being a homebody. I was elated to hear all the advice and also common view that staying at home by yourself can be a totally awesome and fulfilling experience. I then proceeded to Google 'Netflix' and saw that it wasn't allowed in Australia. That was slightly less fun. My mother is sitting in the lounge room watching Agatha Christie's Poirot and I still can't get 'The Darjeeling Limited' on loan from the library to work on my laptop. So it looks like I'll continue chilling out here and trying to break a new land speed on computer keyboards by typing up a storm. Three cups of black tea with milk and sugar into the evening, there's a whole lot more to come so stick around. I also have to keep an eye on certain and secretive eBay auctions with high stakes and high prices. This can only end badly...


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Although this does make me want to launch into a mini-marathon hunched over my laptop for the next few hours I'm not in the mood to watch Sailor moon. On a side note, that is probably the best Serena cosplay wig I've ever seen and I kind of want one for myself for reasons that are not clear or logical. What I do want to watch instead is the first disc of the Flight of the Conchords DVD my brother gave me for Christmas. These feelings are probably heightened by a moody radio cast of music ranging from 1992-2002. There is a whole lot of rap going on inside my head which makes more sense to pair with New Zealand accents and bushy bearded men with acoustic guitars then a talking cat and super powers. Sorry Luna- you were, and forever will be my favourite talking cat.


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For anyone interested, I wanted to be a veterinarian for about ten years or something and as long as I can remember. Alright- there were times I wanted to be a cartoonist (abandoned ambition) and an Olympic pole vaulter but I quickly realised I was really bad at doing high jump so that bubble burst too. I loved animals and am frankly surprised I didn't try and write more fictional stories about spirit animal guides and stuff. For these reasons and many more, I believed I was the most tormented ten year old living in the suburbs and then i got perspective and am now pretty nonchalant with animals. Unless I've had some sugar- then I get excited and embarrass people. I believed a cat was my boyfriend at the pet store and he literally picked me up and had to carry me away. I was not impressed. Everything I drew was animal related and I still always, when visiting a friend's house spend time with the animal companion and try to get them to join in with party festivities. I do so, very poorly because I am never their favourite person there.


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So today, after driving to the middle of nowhere I pointed out all the specialties of Basalt and Granite while walking through the main street of a small town. There was a tombstone specialist and yard littered with some stone water troughs and figures that we both greeted with the kind of novel amusement that out-of-towners generally tend to. The public toilets were the cleanest I've ever seen and even better than the girls' room of my now ex-high school. Usually in those pokey places lying between wineries and national parks are either escaped Japanese super monster moths or spiders in the corners but this place was free from that and surprisingly well lit from natural light. That was probably the highlight of my trip- no wonder my family thinks I am a strange one. I can't wait to go to the family barbecue in February and prove them all right!


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I dreamed of being a female graffiti artist and leaning to control an aluminium can with an aching, misunderstood finesse. It suddenly struck me that people who do commit such brazen acts tend to travel in packs. I was a lone wolf in high school, quiet and contemplative. I am also a girl. It's sort of strange for a girl to do this, but with red nail polish and pretty pink colours a heart does seem rather fitting doesn't it? Also these things happen late at night. I have never snuck out once in my life but I never really needed to. Anytime I was out late I announced earlier in the week I had plans and skipped the whole, asking permission from parents thing. I learnt to be assertive instead but robbed myself of having an enriching and antsy experiment fuelled by conflict. As you can probably tell, I miss high school English and learning buzz words to sprinkle colourfully in conversation. 

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