from time to time, I enjoy a physical translation of my inner Vyv

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9TSWkWqX2E

I'M SO BORED.
I'm so bored I logged on to my twitter. yes I have twitter, of course I do, I loathe everything about it yet I accept the fact that - like facebook - it will most likely one day be an essential part of my life. I used to abhore facebook. Now it's like, my top myspace friend.
anyway I got so bored on twitter I was about to die of boredom when my heart stopped due to pure lack of enthusiasm to keep beating meaninglessly so here is a boring blog on boredom that no one is going to read and anyone who does read it is going to be pissed off because my boring blog bored them and wasted their time and eye power.
I should point out that I'm not just bored atm, I've been so bored the last two days, bored of everything, my location, my lists, my self, my peoples, my prospects. Maybe it's just because I had a mad weekend and I'm sad it's overwhere. Whatevs. I'll tell you about the weekend after I sleep.

so people who already get the frankie newsletter may already have seen this (or you might have come across it somehow on your web journeys anyway..) but it really is such a fun little website, I highly recommend a look...

http://www.thescribbleproject.com/

I feel sad and yet I feel numb, I feel upset and yet I feel relief. I don't know what to think.

I am heartbroken for the grief your loved ones will carry forever.
I am confused because the last year has been emotionally tumultuous. You went from being a great friend to someone I feared. I choose now to focus on the better memories.
I am angry at the pain you have caused many.
I hope that now you are at peace.

thou shalt remain nameless, faceless, unfucked...

To quote the infamous Chuck Bass "you held a brief fascination..."

pray on God, but steer away from the rocks.

it's his birthday and he had a party in the huge garden. who's garden is this? perhaps it belongs to his grandparents, or uncle or some other distant relative. perhaps it is just a random garden we made a party at. that would maybe be more likely. it's an amazing garden, a maze of windy paths nestled in a valley and stretching up the slopes. there are large autumn coloured trees and thick undergrowth below. wildflowers. it's the day after and i come to and refocus. take in the surroundings. the blank spot in my mind that should be memories of the night before. the pain on my lower back. what is this pain? we eat leftover custard pudding and find i am newly inked. there is a fresh tattoo on my lower back. a sentence that starts on one hip and stretches all the way across my back to the other. the writing is large and spiky. it's messy. no one can read it. does it make sense? is that word spelled wrong? is it even a word? it is a word. a sentence. yet i still can't read it. i can't yet focus my eyes or my mind. the mystery deepens. when did i get this? where how why who. we are all stuck halfway between horror and amusement. we drive around in a golf cart trying to piece together this puzzle. my back still hurts. i wonder if it is indeed real or just permanent marker. i see if i can rub it off but it seems to scab up. i leave it so that if it turns out it is real i won't pull off the scab and make it look messy. i need to find some cream for this. we find the birthday boy. he is wearing a baseball cap and eating trifle. there is a lot of leftover pudding and cold sausages around. if only there were water, i'm so thirsty. he is impressed by my new addition and proud that someone got so messed up at his party they got a tattoo they don't even understand without realising it. i try and feel regret because it is what everyone expects and yet i can't help but smile when I twist around to look in a mirror because i have a new tattoo and i think it looks pretty cool. i realise when i look at the mirror image of the tattoo, i can read the words. they say...

FestFashFest

It's coming up festival time again with Splendour and the question on everyone's lips (mine...) is not who is fave act, where to stay, how to smuggle drugs across the border, how to nab a wristband for the little sis, how to stretch few pennies very far, no... it's what to wear.

Do I go for the comfort-over-looks? ugly poo colour shorts that won't show dirt and with pockets to hold essentials, t-shirt so the boobs don't fall out in a dark colour that won't go see through, obligatory ugly cap and the not-so-shining glory of runners and ankle socks?

Or on the other end of the scale Fashion Statement over Fun Times. This is for girls who know they aren't going to be bouncing round in the mosh a whole lot. Blow drys will not be ruined by hoses or head sweat. No excess movement to flash nipples from behind low cut tops. Sandal clad feet will not risk squashed toes. Heavy makeup will not run.

Then there are the Festival Classics. Fedora anyone? fringed vest? Denim cut offs. Wayfarers. Good options if you want to blend in. Which is lame.

There's one more group to mention, just because I have such a love hate relationship with these fashionistas. These babies see the true potential of a festival - a chance to get their gear off. Think arse cheeks hanging out of hotpants. Bikini tops and fairy wings. Oversized pink or white sunnies that cover more than their actual clothes. Ratty black or bleached blonde hair. Chunky sneakers. If you want a chance to see some tits or vaj hang round one of these chickybabes, especially near the end of the last day.

So what about me?
I would like a pair of lace up boots to wear. Docs that actually fit. Or brown or black op shop gems. I have some dresses to wear. And I'm probably going to get a wolf tattooed on my face. You'll just have to wait and seeeeee.....

my name is thalea, and I judge.

Time: 8.11pm Temperature: 8 degrees C

Me: Singlet. Long sleeve thick top. Knitted 80's jumper. Tights and socks and boots. Gloves. Umbrella. Duffle coat.

Bus Stop Whores: Tops as dresses..



If you get pneumonia, you deserve it.

i am hungover and bored.

Have you kissed anyone in the past 10 days?
got face raped by melinda

Last person you shared food with?
don't share my food. oh nomnom

Do you hate when people smoke around you?
that would be a bit hypocritical...

Know any mechanical stuff about cars?
I can take an engine to pieces and rebuild it with my bare hands

Do you still talk to the first person you kissed?
he's now my wife.

Are you shy?
yessir

Could things possibly get any better?
it's getting better all the time...

Plans for tonight?
wine

What's been different this year?
the date.

Where were you at 2am?
where wasn't I!!!!

Do you hate the last girl you were talking to?
what a nasty question. I hate no one.

Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night?
who cares

Think a lot before you fall asleep?
yeah....about SEX

Has there been anyone in particular on your mind at all today?
myself

Do you love the last person you called today?
haven't called anyone. never call. hate phone.

Are you taller than your mom?
american quiz! explains the dumb questions. I keep deleting really boring ones by the way.

Have you held hands with anyone today?
only the old lady who helped me cross the street

Have a best friend?
YOU

If you were upset, who's the first girl/guy you would go to?
dolly doctor

Honestly, does you crush/boyfriend/girlfriend like you back?
no/no/yes

You had sex last night, didn't you?
define sex...

What did you and the last person you talked on the phone about?
no phone. hate phone.

Has anyone put their arm around you in the past 5 days?
yes. because I totally remember details about life like that.

How many kids do you want to have?
twenty-five. gonna beat that duggar bitch.

At this very moment, what exactly are you doing?
THIS QUIZ

Who are all of your texts from?
oh just wait while I get my phone and list them for you...

Have you ever liked someone older than you?
nah man, I like em in uniform. School uniform.

Do you like flowers?
yes

Did you enjoy your day?
not until I started this!

Do you love anybody?
everybody

How do you feel about guys/girls smoking?
population control

What was the first thing you did when you woke up?
opened my eyes

What were you doing at 8 this morning?
wanking.

What are you craving right now?
nicotine. haloumi.

Three hours ago, were you touching a person of the opposite sex?
I was patting a boy dog. Does that count?

Will you be up before seven am tomorrow?
nope

Do you have curly hair?
head hair? nope.

How often do you listen to music?
24/7. I have an implant.

GOODBYE

Long Distance.. Relationship?

Giving your email out while overseas might seem like a harmless, friendly way to bond with the locals, but be prepared for a barrage of emails and declarations of love from people you don't really remember at all...

MAULIK
Saturday
2pm: hey thalia how are you ? what are you doing?
2:22pm: what are you doing sweet heart?
Sunday
11:47am: why you not send email to me i miss you lot i misssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss............................
12:13pm: hey good morning how are you ? may be you are fine
2:04pm: hey i miss you lot and i love you lotttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt..........................................................................................................