Sunday, January 23, 2011
Shirt - Random $10 shop
Skirt - Tokito from Myer, 10 sizes too big.
Belt - Thrifted
Shoes - Best friend
I'm just popping in to say hello and give you a quick update on what's been happening in the latest episode of the Jess Tran show, which is not much because I don't see why anyone would watch a TV show called "The Jess Tran show" in the first place.
s17e04: Return of the Black Hair - Creature from the Black Lagoon
s17e05: Main Round Offers a.k.a. Being Too Much of a Dumb Shit to Know How to Enrol Properly.
s17e06: The Episode Where Jess Listens To Adele's Album on Repeat and Feels Sad About Stuff.
That's pretty much everything that has happened recently worth mentioning. Besides the fact that the weather pretty much makes me want to lock myself in me freezer and survive on uncooked frozen fish fingers for the remainder of Summer, life has been pretty chill.
Main Round Offers came around and I actually made it into my first preference [B Media (PR & Advertising) at UNSW]. This was pretty much what was going through my mind way back when I first entered my preferences:
"Okay so PR & Advertising looks good. And there's no cut-off. Maybe I have a chance against the 5 million other students applying. Oh look, it's not in the UAC book. Nobody knows about this course. It's like a booger. It's a booger and it's mine to pick.
WHO AM I KIDDING I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT TO UNI
Arts @ USYD
Arts @ UNSW
Arts @ UTS
Arts @ Macquarie
Arts @ University of Swag
Arts @ University for Children who Can't Read Good And Wanna Learn To Do Other Stuff Good Too
Arts @ You're So Not Getting Into Uni."
...And then I bought a kebab and all was well. But everything turned out fine, and I'm not going to be spending the rest of my life painting my toenails absentmindedly. My friend and I went through the 2011 list of Main Round Offers and just laughed at people's names...like anything with the word "Cock" in it. We're really mature like that.
Oh, and I finally mustered up the effort to go out, buy myself some $10.99 home hair dye and banish the abomination that was my streaked blonde locks. I deserve some congratulations.
If you know what's good for you, you'll read this. It's so well written.
And finally, thank you to the lovely lovely Paz Lopez for sending me these drawings she did of me recently. You made me look like Emma Watson.
Check out the rest of his stuff.
P.S. I'm sorry for the irregularity of my posts. I broke my 50mmm (I've said this about a thousand times) and I can't afford a new one yet so we'll see. Until then, I'm always on Twitter and Formspring.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
A new year, a new decade. It calls for a fresh start, right? Resolutions to be made, a whole year stretching ahead of you to anticipate, to fill in with your empty promises about dieting, relationships, financial habits.
But why can’t people just live their lives as something ongoing and continuous, rather than treating it as a cycle, with fixed beginnings and endings. It gives people an excuse. I’m guilty of it, too. 2010 was shit, blah blah this blah blah that. 2011 will be better. It’s up to yourself to make the next day better than the last, instead of relying on some metaphorical year turn over to flush away all the misgivings and wrongs of the past year. Because nothing will happen unless you take action yourself.
Park bench ring by Bree Dentice
I think because there’s so much bad shit in the world, and not enough magic or wonder, people will take any opportunity to turn anything into something meaningful and supersititous. Like wishing on 11:11, or the whole New year/New start. Everyone's all like 'STFU STOP WISHING ON 11:11' but I think it's nice to have something that a lot of people have a common belief/hope in. It's like religion for me. I'm not particularly religious, and I'm technically Catholic but I don't believe in it at all. I still think religion is a fantastic thing, though. Having something to invest all your hope and faith in is seriously magical, having something to live for/live towards/something to expect.
My friend Linda showed me this. I don't know what it is about armour jewellery but I have a feeling I belong in the Middle Ages or something, because half my life is spent lusting over jewellery pieces akin to chainmail.
Anyway, I'm just spouting bullshit because I couldn't get to sleep and the first few days of 2011 have been a bit anti climatic, and I'm listening to Jack Johnson and he puts me in this sort of melancholic mood where I get into this trance and ponder over the mysteries of the universe with a pipe in my mouth. But I'm going to try enjoy the fuck out of this year and try not to sweat over the insignifcant things that bother me, because I tend to do it a lot. NYE was amazing, though. I headed to Rushcutters Bay to enjoy the fireworks and spent most of the night off my face. Evidence of which is in the blisters on my feet, a few unflattering Facebook photos and unexplained bruises.
Hope you all enjoyed the snippets of amazing jewellery I interspersed throughout this post. Especially the necklaces by Unearthen, oh my gosh. It's like having a little piece of the earth hanging around your neck. NYE outfit post and returning of comments coming soon.
And just because I can, some of my favourite poems: Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand, Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden, Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken and Litany by Billy Collins.
PS. This three words.me thing is really amusing