Let's call today: 'Friday 30 September 2005'
pirategirl 
wrote in the notebook:
In response to a conversation I had today, see this post regarding labels.
6:07 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
This morning I began to write a review of the Garbage concert lastnite, and a run down the night itself.
I'd written up to part about me saying I wanted Shirley's sparkly pretty micstand, and Kirsty saying that she wanted to be Shirley's sparkly pretty micstand when my computer said a big loud no and i lost it all. So now im upset and I know I will never write anything nearly as good.
*sniff*
I shall drown my sorrows in the cool funked up riff I made on the guitar lastnite.
5:57 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
today has been going downhill from about 9:45 this morning.
i think i should go to bed again and re-get-up.
12:14 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Thursday 29 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
LLL
One thing I like about their bank, despite the fact that i was still using bank books and withdrawal/deposit forms with them (how quaint huh?), is that when you get your book back in the post, they give you a little card with a pretty picture and a saying/phrase on it, usually from Proverbs or something. *shrug* well it's a Lutheran bank after all. School helped us start an account at school. Wednesday was bank day.
Anyway, today I got:
Some friends play at friendship but a true friend sticks closer than one's nearest kin. -Proverbs 18:24
on a sunset picture of two people in a canoe in somewhere that looks like Kings Canyon, NT.
I today I applied for doing it all on the internet, so no more pretty things in the mail from them for me anymore :(
*sniff*
3:14 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
HAHAHAHA
Carly sent me a link.
Learn more about the evil side of Disney here.
And one of Disney's pirates here.
Hmm I shouldnt audition for a pirate there then, I wouldnt have the right mast for that ship, matey. Arr.
Amendment: 4:42pm
I got accepted. I knew that already, but its official now.
2:54 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Wednesday 28 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
post meridian productions
Mazzie, this song is awesome. We are awesome. Everything is so very very awesome.
You are a squishy god of peppercorns and fields of creamed wheat.
Mmm creamed wheat, i miss that.
For the uninformed, Maz took my attempt at muzik - not quite music, not quite muzak - and turned it into something pretty damn impressive. I shall have it on a loop til i vomit with excess of it... or perhaps from just hearing my voice over and over.
but oooh the hummmmms go from one ear to the other - how squishy!
i shall commence a videoclip immediately - leaving room for the addition of Maz scenes when he graces our great state of SA next time.
7:31 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
the gang
ah thats what i was going to suggest today before the uni server cut me off.
i propose, since Jason is back in Adelaide for a while, and Sairento wants to get out and mingle, and I'm heading off to Florida fingers crossed mid November, let's go out and have a blogger drinky night.
Basically, anyone on my links list - and Honeysmack - AND Boo even tho she's in Wisconsin :P should come out with me, carly and kirsty and we'll all roll around drunk on the floor of a pub somewhere and combine the hilarity in the real world.
Did I miss anyone?
Most of you I know in person anyway, but lets interwine the fabric a bit, and make a snugly coat. with tassles! and a scarf maybe, rug up cos its cold out there.
sorry, got lost a little in my analogy.
what was i saying?
oh yeah! drinks!
And Mary, you're flying over and coming too. that's an order, not a suggestion :P
what say you, fellow peasants?
7:09 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
"Here you know the world could turn, or crash and burn, and you would never know it..."
complete shoot from the hip photo
always loved this statue of Mackellar.
I didnt end up hanging with Nessa.
She called me from home as I was waiting at the Uni for her still.
Apparently they upset her again, and she left early AGAIN!
How can people be so horrible?
Is today National Let's Be Irrationally Mean Day? Or Week? Or Month?
Even walking around the city today... it may have been that I was actually looking at expressions around me for a change, being snap-happy and armed, but I seemed to pick up everyone's bad vibes - and thankfully a couple of good ones too.
What am I, a sponge?
I hate feeling the pain of others when I know I can do nothing about it. Makes me feel so helpless.
6:35 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
this is vicki's god-knows-how-many'th hour without
sleep.
am finally starting to feel the pull of tiredness now that i've sat down and relaxed a bit. had lunch with some old uni friends. i had a chicken thing with sundried tomatoes. it was yummy.
sorry but the sleep factor is making me form short sentences like a children's book.
right now im in a uni campus doing bits and pieces. a bit later i will go see Ness and we shall talk about the bad side of the world for a while, since it seems to be smackin us in the face lately.
i watched the sun come up this morning. i usually dont like sunrise cpmpared to sunsets, but today it was pretty.
after the awesome electrical storms i had watched the blanket of clouds had tattered a little, letting tiny splodges of blue through.
when the sun rose over the hills, it made everything glow brilliantly on the land, trees and houses sidelit, and the clouds dulled into a richer purple and grey, and the blue sky peeking through was like a collection of tiny happy patches on the giant quilt stretched out above me.
i ran to get my camera, then remembered it was in Dad's room, and everyone was still asleep.
I took it with me today tho, and Sairento could spot me quite easily as I was the only one on North Terrace by the lifts taking snaps at random things like bins and buildings and walls and pillars.
i think tho, photographing things, i was suspected of being a terrorist at some point, as the casino bouncer and a security guard or two eyed me in a warning manner. My batteries died soon into the excursion anyway, tho i did take a few good ones, I shall show you later when i'm home.
anyway Sairento and I chatted briefly and then i had to make my way further down North Terrace to City East, and here i am... Wondering why my internet icon is flashing at me..
hmm im disconnected huh? guess im saving this and publishing later.
see y'all later.
3:23 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
conceptual
vicki has blue eyes, did you know that? well she does now.
i spent the night sound-editing and photoshopping.
8:29 am | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Tuesday 27 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Dear people that Ness work for/with at UniSA
I am going to whittle your bones for making her cry.
Feel my scorpion wrath you puny insignificant mortals!!!
Lots of love, hugs, and kisses,
Vicki.
Yeah, no one hurts my friends.
NO ONE DAMMIT!
Tomorrow I am going to see her and hug her and let her cry on my shoulder, and tell her not to worry, Micki will gut them alive, the fuckers!
10:34 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Monday 26 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
one of the few times i'll agree with him
a wanker husband of a friend of my mum's: (thru the door) oh Councillor, when are we going to get a skate park in this area?
dad: get fucked
yeah. ditto.
dad: why give them a skate park in this area for them to wreck it?
wanker husband of a friend: so they dont skate around my BP station and get hit by a motor car and then sue us for everything we've got.
me: do you own that BP station?
wanker husband of a friend: no
me: then why the fuck do you care?
I dunno, it may be that his equally wankerish son is with him, and some guy i've never met but assume his a friend of the son who looks just as wankerish, was with him. The father son twosome seem to automatically put me in a disagreeable mood.
I think theyre both morons.
Let me define what i mean, these guys are 27ish and 50ish. They wear DADA and Wu-tang clothes - a bunch of old white boys thinking theyre all still cool 16 year old 'ganstas'.
The wanker's son has been responsible for at least 3 accidental pregnancies (thats just from last time I heard, could be more now) and the wanker himself left his wife, my mum's friend, and their son Wanker Jnr, disappeared for 15years and then showed up one day at her door as if to say 'hey honey, im home, what's for dinner?'
From there he either sits on the couch drinking a beer, spending time in the pokies, or working the graveyard shift at a service station.
And who says that side of Flaxmill Road isn't a bum town side of Christies?
3:31 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Sunday 25 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Teaching a friend about starsign compatibility
and i looked up my signs. Interesting to see how different sites say diffent things.
Scorpio & Pisces
The Pisces and the Scorpio are a wonderful twosome. They can both enjoy their dreams, fantasies and an intense passion but there could be a few problems to watch for because the Pisces is ultra sensitive and can live in a dream world. The cold hard facts that Scorpio gives them could cause them to run into a dark corner, scared, confused and tearful.
Aww I'm sorry all my little fishies.
And I have quite a few Piscean fishies in my life. Cute lil things they are too, swimmin around and around in their tanks.
Want some food? Here ya go! Come get it! Come on, aww there's a good lil fishy fishy fish!
Sorry, I got carried away. Flashbacks of feeding Katie's fish - which are more like family to her than pets. A Piscean and her fishes - it's a fitting match.
This stinger never wants to make any of you scared confused and tearful little Pisceans, tho some of you I know I have :( I love you all my little fishies.!
10:53 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
im thinking of making some sort of online portfolio kinda site for photography, since i'm startin to get into this.
im also thinking of growing my hair long again.
to both of these seem a little doubtful as to whether i will go through with it or not.
5:56 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Weekend Afternoon Movies
Two coeval screenings of B grade TV films Everything That Rises and Luck of The Irish on Free To Air Television today have re-awakened my desire for Ryan Merriman, known mostly as the kid from The Pretender and Deep End of The Ocean and The Ring.
Ooh yeah, I'd do him. Cute as a kid, bit of an awkwardly not-quite-so-good-looking stage somewhere briefly in the teens, and now a spunky spunky boy a lil bit older than vicki.
Yummo.
wow, sometimes I could almost pass for straight*
*okay Basil just said he looks like a girl, so perhaps we can cancel the concern about vicki growing hetero.
:P
5:02 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
this coming week is going to be so fucking busy!
:z
I shall cry. Really.
*pout*
4:09 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Saturday 24 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Anyone watch Channel 9 late last night?
'Death, Taxes and Richard Simmons'
The Late Show with Dave Letterman
Dave's guests included Teri Hatcher, and an Adelaide football player talking unintelligibly about how he fractured his finger in 11 places and had to have it removed. Okay, fair enough, that's pretty bad and I'm sure that was very painful and traumatic for you, but how the hell does that get you a spot on Letterman??
I'm an Aussie and even I was listening to him rabble on thinking 'what the hell did he just say??'
And this was all he talked about, a little bit of football, and losing his finger.
There's a truckload of talented, charming and entertaining people out there (from Adelaide too!) that DESERVE to be on TV and will make the whole experience enjoyable for hosts and viewers alike. People like, say... oh I dunno... me?
For the whole 5mins of his appearance I was yelling at the TV asking 'why are you there???'
I was so distraught I contacted CBS:
So whose idea was it to have an AFL player on the show talking only about losing his finger?
As an Adelaide girl myself I was almost ashamed that this was our ambassador on one of my favourite Entertainment shows. Was he just there and you were out of personalities to showcase and you thought 'hey let's get the 9 fingered Australian onstage and see what happens?'
When I come to NY in Feb-March in 2006 and you reach the same dilemma, get me on there to talk to Dave, at least I'd be more intelligible and entertaining than a meat-head football player whose only claim to fame is that he had a finger removed.
Whose Line Is It Anyway?
Any regular viewers and fans of this show will know that giving the personality of Richard Simmons as a challenge to the performers is a common occurrence.
Lastnite, in a game of Multiple Personalities, whoever held the flyswatter had to be Richard Simmons. The game started and Greg Proops, Wayne Brady and Ryan Stiles were all brilliant at doing Richard, Elvis and Scooby Doo. It was all very standard as far as the show goes.
Then Colin played a round of Newscast where he stands in front of a Green Screen and has to make up a newscast without knowing whats projected behind him. In this case, it was an old reel of Richard Simmons leading aerobics.
Then it was Wayne's turn to sing a song, which he usually does from someone Drew Carey selects from the audience, but this episode Drew told Wayne he had a surprise and he was to sing to....Richard Simmons.
So Simmons comes out and hugs everyone declaring how excited he is and they sing the song and he leads the rest of the cast (and some of the audience) in dancing along. Then he leaves.
Then he comes back again and stays out and assists in every game until the end. By the conclusion of the show, everyone, myself included, had sore stomach and face muscles from laughing so fucking hard.
This guy is seriously on drugs... or needs to start taking some.
He was either prancing around, waving his arms or trying to kiss/suck/touch the cast... mostly Wayne.
If anyone has this episode on video or DVD, I'd love a copy. It was disturbing, but oh so fucking funny.
6:31 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Friday 23 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
She's sexy
cleo cosmopolitan
click for a sample of the combined brilliance (approx. 2MB)
if it wont let you see, try again another time.
i'm in the midst of making a sample folder for Media Flea that hopefully wont time out like yahoo is doing to me.
6:52 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
sore and grumpy
12:13 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Thursday 22 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
i charmed the pants off them.
either that or they just felt hot.
oh, for the unenlightened I had my final interview for Florida Disneyworld tonite. It went fucking awesome, despite the long wait in the other room where I made people laugh - go me - and no, there was no literal pants removal.
10:24 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Wednesday 21 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
blast from the past
screenshot from the DVD gameshow Wicked & Awesome by Post Meridian Productions 2004
Co-hosts Aaron Nassau and yours truly.
oh my god, what's with my hair?
10:26 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
I am pretty Elephant. Love me Well!
add this to your list of 'we love vicki, let's buy her something'.
Large size in Ash Gray please.
9:07 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
April - who I have to mention is wonderful and fantastic and so very very cool that if I were at the Gym and I saw her I wouldnt ignore her and tell her to go away and she is so totally awesome and talented - just said 'it's so beautiful being in love'.
I have, written in my diary a few times, the statement:
Even when in love, I hate love.
What a soursap I am. But sometimes I do hate it, I really really hate it.
It takes all my control from me and fills me with doubt, it makes me weak and strong at the same time, it makes already sleepless nights agonisingly long.
*Sigh* i dunno.
I think I've just been jerked around too much.
7:46 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
tidbits that remain of a talent i used to have
just some random bits of prose that sprung to mind over the past week
From the plane, the rising sun hit the fields and the farms and made the streams and dams shine a bright silver, as though a large snail had been racing across the countryside, criss-crossing his trail all over the plains.
last Wednesday morning
his favourite belt, the one with the ridiculous heavy buckle, raised as though to threaten my face. "Well? Go on," I challenged.
Friday evening
she looked into my eyes and in a second it all flooded back into the hallways of my mind, soaking the carpet once again; Making every thought that followed squish beneath my feet in such a pleasant way that it made me smile for remembering, but not sad that it was just that.
Friday night
curled around him on the floor like a sleeping cat
Saturday night
carving my imprint on the rug in the glow of the heater, knowing that this was home and that the nearest person to me was asleep or a phonecall away. the television low, and the warmth spreading through me, lulling me to finally sleep.
sunday night
5:02 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Tuesday 20 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
AAAGH!
over an hour's worth of work just disappeared!
I clicked on another project window in Photoshop and the whole thing closed... crashed, bang.... didn't even ask if I wanted to save, it just disappeared.
there was so so so so much detail in it. oh my god. I'm in shock. I must go out and commit suicide immediately. I don't wish to live anymore.
fucking computers!!
5:36 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
hahahahahaha arrrrrr
A pirate walks into a bar and the bartender says, "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. What happened, you look terrible!"
"What do you mean?" the pirate replies, "I'm fine."
The bartender says, "But what about that wooden leg? You didn't have that before."
"Well," says the pirate, "We were in a battle at sea and a six pounder ball hit me leg but t' surgeon fixed me up, and I'm fine, really."
"Yeah," says the bartender, "But what about that hook? Last time I saw you, you had both hands."
"Well," says the pirate, "We were in another battle and we boarded t' eneme ship. I was in a cutlas fight and me hand was cut off but t' surgeon fixed me up with this hook, and I feel great, really."
"Oh," says the bartender, "What about that eye patch? Last time you were in here you had both eyes."
"Well," says the pirate, "One day when we were at sea, some birds were flyin' over t' ship. I looked up, and one o' them shat in me eye."
"So?" replied the bartender, "what happened? You couldn't have lost an eye just from some bird shit!"
"Well," says the pirate, "I really wasn't used to the hook yet."
4:50 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Lior (pt 2)
Cool.
Always liked Noranna's work, but this subject she's snapped is a winner in my book.
Glad someone captured the night better than my yucky shots could. :) Though this one isn't toooo bad
But def not my best stuff.
2:43 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Monday 19 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Mt Buller photos
still adding pics from the trip
but see what's already there in the online gallery.
click view slideslow for best perusal.
the album contains the usual snapshot stuff and some of my more artsy shots.
enjoy
5:43 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
"I was a kid once... but I soon grew out of that."
...words from Hawksley Workman, support act for Lior at lastnite's gig at The Governor Hindmarsh.
Spunky canadian with a sexy accent and hell of a singin voice, and talented fingers dancing over the frets and handling those strings. Punctuating his songs with quips like: "Thank god you're timeless baby 'cos my watch got stolen."
He had the audience chuckling and swooning. After the gig I got to talk to him and shook his hand. He has a cute little smile and when he thanked me in his Canadian accent I got all mushy.
After a brief break, the lights dropped and out strutted Lior in all his gorgeous glory. He sung most of our favourites from Autumn Flow plus some new ones.
I was sitting in a comfy booth a little way back from the stage so i filled up my card with pictures in the hope that at least some would come out alright.
He told us that after performing in the Peace Festival in the city earlier that day, a lady came up to him and said "You're very brave for getting up there with a guitar and singing Hebrew".
Shrugging he replied "...I guess". We laughed with him.
I dont think it's brave as such, but it is beautiful. His voice is so wonderful, everyone in the room fell in love with him. Especially during my favourite, 'Bedouin Song'.
I thought If I ever have a son, I'm going to call him Lior... no wait, if I ever have a son, Lior would be his father.
And of course I bought a tshirt
Mmm Lior on my chest, as it should be.
4:13 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Ahoy!
'Tis International Talk Like A Pirate Day!
How jovial be I!
more about the Lior gig lastnite a bit later, right now I'm off to the chiro and to see Ember, and be piratey.
Arrrrrr
11:15 am | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Sunday 18 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
telstra is so smart
ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ring... ring-ri
*click*
automated message: "the person you are calling is not answering..."
no shit?
5:20 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
i want to go on Australian Idol, sing Ben Folds' "Adelaide", then tell them all to get fucked and that the whole contest is a fucking showcase of how fucked up the nation is becoming*, and leave before Mark Holden turns his stupid ugly moth-eaten face to me and tells me his rather derranged opinion.
*im blaming the success of Australian Idol and Big Brother for the new upcoming reality voting show Australian Princess.
Network Ten should really be shot sometimes.
5:03 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Saturday 17 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
7 things
Pilfered from Honeysmack of Idle Thoughts, of whom I've heard good things :)
before i die i plan to:
1) see more of the world - scotland, england, new zealand, canada
2) have met/spoken to/touched/been even at least glanced obscurely at a far distance by ben folds
3) release some sort of album - doesnt have to become famous
4) stage Charlie & The Chocolate Factory or Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
5) have made peace with most of the people that have misunderstood me over the years.
6) travel in a hot air balloon
7) have had some of my photography or other artistic works recognised - even a teeny bit.
i can:
1) make people cry with a well-directed well-constructed video clip or film (proven fact)
2) sometimes comletely hide in my masks - save for a few people who arent fooled, damn them
3) be the greatest pirate ever....EVER!
4) pat my head and rub my tummy
5) support my reputation of the world's best hugger
6) sometimes sing/act/play tidbits of guitar
7) dress myself - yeah im shocked too
i can't:
1) read upsidedown
2) do the Vulcan thing with my left hand
3) stand people that think friendship is measured by how often you see each other
4) understand how i fit into my family sometimes
5) get over what some of my friends have had to go through
6) forgive who did it to them
7) share everything in me easily unless I really really trust you
say most:
1) feh
2) how bizarre
3) howya goin?
4) thats fucked up
5) aloha (usually to answer the phone)
6) ha!
7) sorry what?
attract me to someone:
1) eyes that smile
2) laughter
3) understanding what the hell i'm talking about when i'm joking
4) gentleness if thats a word
5) someone who can sing purty or make purty music
6) hair that smells nice - curls are good too
7) honesty
celeb crushes: (in no order)
1) the delicious Johnny Depp
2) the reclusive Clea Duvall
3) the brilliant Ben Folds
4) the small and cute Missy Higgins
5) the dreamy Lior
6) the illegally underaged but still spunky Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson
7) the accented Alan Rickman
oh theres so many more! :P
5:03 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Honey I'm home!
what's up with blogger's photos?
i'm uploading the pic's from Mt Buller into an online album for the bandwidth challenged. we'll see how that goes.
So there was no skiing or toboganning for me - i didnt want to ski by myself and the staff were... well... Victorians... meaning they didnt have a very welcoming personality, if any at all. same goes for all the rich tourists.
you could so tell Dad and I didnt belong. Well I could. We were personable people that brought their own food and paid by cash not credit card for even small things and thanked people that held doors open for us.
the nicest people i met were: - the girl with the braces who had only been working there for a few days and was very apologetic that she didnt know where everything was yet. dad and i liked her and told her to take her time.
- the lady who checked us in - she was from regional South Australia anyway so enough said - hers was the first geniune smile I saw all that first day of travelling.
- the man who pulled his two daughters along up the small slope and let them 'ski' down then collected them and did it all again, and again, and again, and again.
So the trip turned into just a rare opportunity for me to take plenty of artsy snow pics. I got some pretty good ones too if I do say so myself :)
 
I'm all achey cos yesterday and the day before was full of lots of walking, and yesterday I dragged Dad up to the summit. Halfway up we heard the shuttle coming and he asked if we were going to take the bus. I shouted 'I'm not takin the bus yet, I'm gonna conquer this little fucker!'
Lastnite
I'm also achey cos no more than 30mins after getting home, wolfing down something to eat, changing my clothes and getting ready, I headed off with basky and basil to The Ed Castle Hotel to watch Cleo Cosmopolitan be her sexy sexy self - next week hopefully there'll be a multimedia spectacular performance by Cleo with help from yours truly - where I had my ass grabbed by a not-quite-as-freaky-as-the-last-one-there lesbian, and Basky and I were caught staring longingly at the 2 sexy sexy sexy gay boys dancing in front of us. I remember saying I wanted to sidle in and dance between them. It was like watching a Babylon scene of Queer As Folk live.
Mmmmmmmmm sexy gay cowboys dancing.....*slap*
Huh? Oh yeah.
Then to Worlds End to mingle with drunk people on a pub crawl where we met Tom the elvin boy and Bernard aka "fabio", amongst others.
There was drinking and merriment and some sidelong snogging and some sort of game involving a clothes peg and Bernard's clothes/hair/nose which I couldnt follow properly but Basil seemed to excelling at, and a game of pass the shoe... yes I don't know either, I just passed it along the table as instructed.
At about 2am a girl in the group who I think was german saw me yawning and rubbing my eyes and said I was tired. I agreed and reluctantly told Basil that I needed sleep and if it was ok we should go.
We left a drunken Basky in the custody of Elvin boy and I ruffled both their hair and told them we were off. I had to wave thru the window to some others as we left and then a boy in line for a place across the road waved too and was happy and gave me a thumbs-up when I waved back: There are people more odd than I.
Back in the car Basil told me that she was really Jesus. But I knew that already.
Then I dropped her home, crawled into bed, read The Pirate and The Pig that Basky gave me earlier, giggled and passed out exhausted into dreamland.
Whilst in dreamland, Basil invented a special rocket that she called a Sprocket and its steering mechanism was a joystick like those on arcade games, and it was rather Glass Elevatorish in the means that we shot up and then flew over the neighbourhood. The view was very nice. After my ride in the Sprocket I stood on the lawn with her mum while she took off again trying to tell her mum that she had invented something really good but her mum didnt really seem to realise that her daughter HAD INVENTED A ROCKET IN HER BACKYARD!
bah! parents!
Then I woke up and demand that Basil really invent the Sprocket. She somewhat relunctantly agreed.
I shall expect a ride on the new Sprocket soon.
2:38 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
i dunno if these are working or not.. i'll give it a while, it may just be blogger.
stay tuned anyway for some pics.
1:46 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Friday 16 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
songs in my head and on the plane
"so come pick me up, I've landed..."
"Adelaide
On a plane
Far from the united states
Of LA
Dropping in from outer space
Takes a day
Now I see the Bogans
At the motor race
Here you know the world could turn
Or crash and burn
And you would never know it
Going where the air is clear
There's better beer in Adelaide...
...It's raining
In Adelaide
A face is waiting in a window
A voice says
'Why Adelaide?
You could live anywhere' and I say
Because I want to
Because I want to
I really really want to"
- Ben Folds
9:34 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Tuesday 13 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
go go go harvey norman
A part of the competition that my dad won is an alpine package / ski trip thing.
So til friday night I'll be away, skiing and toboganning here. I shall return with many a picture to share with you hopefully.
I've told my Dad that there's to be no panicking or whining or bragging or I'll turn him into a snowman gnome.
I just finished packing our food and stuff. Woohoo noodles and pasta and fruitboxes and cheezels and fruit and sandwiches. All set for a skiing trip.
:) So I'll see you all soon, and here's to hoping I don't break a leg.
3:38 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
afterthought
probably time to close the gates again
2:13 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Ever been on the phone to Centrelink for an hour and when you hang up, you still have no clue where you're at?
I just had that.
Apparently I'm still working at La Porchetta.... even though it's been a graffiti-ridden pile of ruin for a few years now. I pointed out that no I havent worked there and its closed down now and I did tell you guys that last time I finished studying which was over 18months ago. Then the lady said 'oh yes, I was looking at the wrong list.'
So these people's job is to keep up with us with our jobs or to help people find jobs - and they can't even do their own. When I'm asked at the seminar what skills I have, I'm tempted to say 'better ones than you guys.'*
So now I have to go to seminars and interviews and tell them about going overseas to work so does this really all matter and they'll do what the people on the phone did today and say that that's okay just tell that to the next person we handball you along to.
*Having said that, I do acknowledge that working in Centrelink and putting up with dero after dero with 7 kids and no money for groceries but plenty for smokes and beer is quite an achievement and I do know that I would not last a week. As much as they piss me off, I do appreciate them - although I do appreciate the odd extra helpful one with a personality alot more.
1:34 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Monday 12 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Going home
k so a few of you know already, by the end of the month i find out whether or not I'm going to work in Florida from November to Feb again. At the moment a friend I met in Pennsylvania from New Zealand is re-visiting Woodloch and New York again, and sending us all pictures and stories of all our old friends.
We were only there for a while, but these people became our family, to the point that some I nicknamed Mum and Dad, not unlike what I do with my friends' parents here.
If I go, David and I are planning to meet up somewhere after my work contract is up and maybe spend a week or so travelling around doing a re-visit of our own, going back to Woodloch and seeing everyone, but mostly to see each other again.
It's stupid how much I miss him. Seeing him again will be by far the highlight of the trip, and working my way til my last day in Feb will go both so fast and so slow.
I loved him so much. I still do. And I've missed him this whole time.
It's colder than
It ought to be in March
And I still have a day or two
Ahead of me
Til I'll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier
To be away
I'd like to hop a plane
I'd see you in the morning
The day is fresh
I'm coming home again
But its warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July
There's pillows in their cases
And one of those is mine
She wrote the words
"I Love You"
She sprayed it with perfume
It's better than the fire is
To heat this lonely room
It's warmer where you're waiting
It feels more like July
It feels more like July
- A Plain Morning, Dashboard Confessional
10:12 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Sunday 11 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Ok lords and ladies, it's nearing October again.
Ready up those boobs for the 4th Annual Boobiethon!
Submit your rack to the gals at Boobiethon when it opens and help them raise funds for Breast Cancer Research and Hurricane Katrina Relief. Open to the lads too.
I shall remind you all again closer to the opening date - but gear up and get those chests out!
Then we can all sit around trying to pick whose boob is whose.
8:41 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
the camera lies
wow, we could almost pass for a happy family.
maybe i really am adopted?
awesome!
honestly tho, do i look like either one of them?
7:23 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Dammit, why do I always watch Ghost when it's on? It always makes me cry.
Lately I haven't needed much help either. I've been laying in bed late at night sobbing like a child for a few nights and it makes me feel so lame. I look at myself and feel like slapping me and saying 'hey kid, stop it already'.
Ok, so why?
A few reasons, one of which is due to the wonderful world of being female, every emotion is magnified about 5 times at the moment.
Another is... ok for those who don't know, I was friends with a girl in primary school, some called us lovers but we weren't really, for a while i did have a bit of a thing for her, but we ended up just close-ish friends. not best mates, not acquaintances, you know. we just were.
Anyway, part of my intrigue with her came from my protective streak. Before long she half told me/ I half worked out that her dad was abusing her. I won't get into detail, but it was really bad stuff.
This wasnt like her mum's boyfriend, or her uncle, or her dad's mate - this was her father doing these things to her. And i think thats the only reason she never did anything about it. I used to tell her that she needed to tell someone, to turn him in, but she wouldnt. I remember thinking how absurd it seemed, for her not to do anything, but now I think back and say to myself 'well you could have done something too...'
Truth was, I was scared too, I didn't want the responsibility of telling my parents or the police about what I thought was happening.
No, i knew. I just didn't want to know I knew.
One day I was at her house, we were both watching TV in her lounge room. We had just been speaking about her finding help, me getting more and more angry at him, when he came in yelling shit at her. To this day I don't know if he was drunk or just derranged. Neither would have surprised me. I remember I slowly stood up. Tall-ish even then and he being a fairly average height - I met his gaze easily, my anger and disgust at him overpowering any fear I should have felt.
I faintly remember my fingernails digging into my palms, I wanted to hit him. I glared at him but he just scoffed at me, and she took my hand and led me outside.
I was just a kid. We were both kids. We both felt we were powerless.
Her age increased my feeling of protectivity. It's something no one should go through, adult or otherwise. But she was so young, too young to have to grow up so quick, too young to die.
Yeah, she faded away gradually, she was absent from school more often than not- I dont know where she went on those away days, I would just hope she wasn't at home with him.
Years went on and we drifted, each going to different schools and leading increasingly different lives, but my thoughts always strayed back to her.
Then the day came that I met someone on the street walking back from my bus stop, someone who went to school with her and I. And they asked me casually "hey did you hear about...?"
And then, as though discussing what the weather would be tomorrow, they told me:
She had hung herself.
I would learn later that she had made a makeshift noose from belts, looped them over the shower curtain rod, and ended it. Despite those facts, I still say he killed her, not her.
This was about 6 years ago now. We were 15/16.
After her death, her folks moved, though I heard through the grapevine that now it was over, the whole thing with him was being investigated. But I never heard what happened to him, I will always wonder. I dont even remember their full names, so I can't even find out.
Anyway, it still hits me with some guilt. And the reason why it's been playing on my mind recently is because it happened early september, before I went away to Japan.
I keep turning it all over in my head late at night, blaming myself for not doing anything, hating him and hating me and hating her mum for ignoring it all.
I want to see him again, to stand face to face with him again, and this time he wont laugh when I walk away. The same goes with my ever increasing list of other people that have scarred people I love.
I'm not in the habit of turning the other cheek. Perhaps if it had happened to me I wouldn't have the courage or the strength to stand up to them, but this way I can fit into the roles I feel most comfortable in; Protection, and Revenge.
Feh, I'm such a scorpio.
3:21 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Thursday 8 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
the cricket's on
my excitement for the cricket hasn't changed since i was young - it was only interesting when the cartoon duck would walk sadly across the screen and quack - then it became boring again.
7:33 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Things that leapt at me over the past couple of days
'...You're two of a kind, crazy with courage. And for what? How to die like a gentleman, how to die by the rules, when the only important thing is how to live like a human being.'
-Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)
'A bus seemed an unlikely place to have your heart broken in, but she felt that was happening. She didn't even have dark glasses to hide behind. All she could do was to open her burning eyes to their utmost so that the tears wouldnt fall out, and put on the calm, slightly scornful face she had, thank God, practised for years.'
' "I'd like to live in a little house," said Natalie. "With sunflowers higher than the roof and little hollows in the stairs. And a bedroom with a slopey rooof. And a chimney." '
-Playing Beatie Bow, Ruth Park
6:16 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Curse the gremlins
Hello my little lemmings and apologies for being offline so long. for some reason best known to the little gremlins that live in my house the phone line to the officey part of the rumpus-room decided to die.
That same day we had a power outage and the household alarm system went off for no reason... when it wasnt even armed.... whilst i was still asleep.
curse those gremlins.
Fact of the moment:
Despite the more popular image of a gremlin being the nasty things that evolve from furry Gizmo if he eats after midnight, and multiply when wet, the term 'gremlin' was invented by Mr. Roald Dahl himself. Dahl wrote a book during wartime which told about little monsters called gremlins that sabotaged fighter planes, and were responsible for the planes going down instead of enemy hits as everybody thought.
Disney was going to take his project up as a full colour storybook, and a number of them were made, but soon they dropped it after moving on to bigger things. Dahl speculated that since his story concerned the British war efforts rather than the U.S one, Disney lost interest in it quickly, it being a 'foreign' concept.
...Bet Disney wishes he'd gotten onto the Dahl bandwagon now.
Matilda with Mara Wilson & Danny DeVito,
James and the Giant Peach with Joanna Lumley and a bunch of cool voice over personalities including Susan Sarandon and my favourite: David Thewlis (also known as Prof. Lupin in Prisoner of Azkaban),
The BFG with David Jason (the funny man from Darling Buds of May),
The Witches with Angelica Huston,
Danny Champion of the World with Jeremy & Samuel Irons,
Lamb to the Slaughter (which was my absolute favourite short story of Dahl's) by Alfred Hitchcock,
You Only Live Twice with Sean Connery (surprised me too)
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory x 2 with the delicious Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter & Australia's own Noah Taylor (and Gene Wilder 1971),
and...
i'm so excited about this...
Fantastic Mr Fox is to come out in 2006!!!
I love that book! I'm wetting myself in anticipation.
I want George's Marvellous Medicine, and The Twits to make it to the screen.
Perhaps that can be left to me...
Newsagents have a new series of kid's collectors mags out, like the Horrible Histories one, but all about Dahl and his characters. I'm most tempted to waste $6 a week and go buy them.
Teeheeeheeeeee
It's all this man's fault I wanted to become a writer.
2:03 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
On the phone lastnite i heard...
To hear me undress slowly, press 1.
To hear me undress quickly, press 2.
To hear that I'm already undressed and am awaiting further instructions, press 3.
I didn't press anything, for I was too busy on the floor laughing my head off.
I'm told that if I blog this, I'm not allowed to say who it was, cos my other fans will get too excited and he will be swamped with fanmail and juicy sms'.
1:42 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Monday 5 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
"suck my lolly" as the discarded shirt says
isnt he just a spunk?
alot spunkier still since being 'Alan Strang' onstage a few months ago. click the pic for fullsize and do what i did - give your desktop some new wallpaper :P
5:27 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Sunday 4 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
damn the internet is boring.
now that i'm home and have saved and posted party pics and checked emails, there's nothing to do on here. I'm a pretty sucky nerd to say that...
what are you doing reading this blog? what am i doing typing?
its a nice day outside, i think i'll do my washing then go read under the apricot tree in the backyard, or maybe play my guitar on the porch if the tiles aren't too cold thru my jeans.
either way, im off.
enjoy your day, peoples.
3:25 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
morning after
 Katie looks good considering she spent the hour after we got home vomming into the bin beside her bed, with Matt and I holding her hair back and wiping her face with a wet cloth.
It was a smile for the camera tho... tsk tsk naughty girl, drinking for 6 hours and having who-knows-how-much punch at the party lastnite, it was bound to catch up with her. We spent this morning in a veg-out before the T.V. Pyjama's and Black Books DVDs before lunch. How brilliant.
Ben and she had to be driven to their dad's place back in my part of the world, Katie rendering herself into a catatonic heap in my passenger's seat.
Before this tho, Ben and I played with my 70s Pornstar glasses.
 Hey... check it out.... we look kinda sexy in the porno-specs. And i look kinda damn good in this pic taken off the top of Katie's fishtank - woohoo!! See? 2 parties in one weekend and no real sleep does wonders for the figure :z
As I drove past Seaford, I thought of April and whether or not she would like to share the rest of this lovely day with me. If I didn't have passengers, I may have dropped in.
2:23 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Happy Birthday K.J and Ember
(for yesterday anyway, my two lil virgo gals)
katie was a teeeeeeeny bit drunk lastnite... and Kage is doing some sort of dance... i think..
aren't ben and i the best couple you've ever seen?
So no pics from Ember's party on Friday night, was alot of talking and jamming with the guitars round the lil ol campfire in the backyard. Was nice and relaxed, and those cheese things I had rocked the cazbah, as did Tash and Marty and Stuart and I all adding our own riffs etc to the jam that started as 'Wild Thing' but quickly went somewhere else.
I was feelin like crap most of yesterday evening. It seemed to be the week for kicking Vicki via email and sms for a few people. But all's good now. Hanging with my best mates and spending time in Dinga away from it all, it does a person good.
Yeah so all in all. I had a good weekend :) Hope you all did too.
xxxx
2:05 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Saturday 3 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
am i the only one in the world not talking about sex today??
7:42 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Thursday 1 September 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
hahahahahaha
that was gold!
Dad is gonna be on Today Tonight (again) on Friday night. We're in for a few days of more bragging now. But anyway there was a teaser on the end of tonight's show saying what's on next time. No sooner had it finished Dad's phone rang and his stupid bamtam chest puffed out and he said to the caller "did you see that?" the caller must have said "seen what?". By this time Home & Away was starting on the t.v and Dad was still transfixed to the screen, talking on the phone.
He replied, "I was just on then.... on Home & Away..."
I hit the ground laughing.
That was fucking gold.
And whoever just called my mobile and hung up at 7:02pm, I can call Telstra and you can get your fingers smacked yknow. If you got something to say, say it.
Why do people hide in anonymity? I dont. It just makes you seem guilty.
7:07 pm | Post A Comment... >
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