Ahh, belated birthday wishes to my journal who was 3 on the 4th August and to my short hair, which has made my life a lot better, easier and slightly more attractive thing to be in which was bought into creation on the 3rd. So, happy birthday to journal and hair. And anybody else who happens to be having a birthday and hasn't mentioned it to me.
I was trying to find a nice annoyingly long questionnaire thing to put in here to celebrate, but I can't seem to find one... Never mind.
The Dali exhibition at the Tate Modern is *really* good. I recomend it to any of you guys who have nothing to do this summer. Or who just generally want something enjoyable to do.
His stuff is so... strange, but I love it.
He did films as well with another man, so they have those in there as well. And they are *straaaaange*. But actually incredibly cool. He also did a cartoon with Walt Disney, which was awsome and they just digitally animated it in 2003.
One of my favourite parts of the exhibit was the series of photographs at the end of Dali with his moustache sculpted into different poses to answer whatever question it was that he had just been asked. And 'Sleeping', which is my favourite painting by him.
The guy is awsome. Not just his work but him, as a person, as well.
So I bought a poster, which is of a poster for a film which he designed, but then the film never got made. And then I got bit over enthusiastic and bought a poster with an image by Ruff on it, even though my mother disaproved.
It was a good day. I thoroughly enjoyed looking at the inside of this eccentric mans mind. It's like being in a very strange twisted dream.
Oh, I make myself laugh sometimes. Reading through old entries reminded me that I used to have a brace, and oh.... *snickers*. I always wondered what it would be like when I had my brace off.
Now I know.
Sometimes I make myself laugh because it's late at night. And at other times because I am genuinly amused by something. I think today is a mixture of the two.
I heard that song on the radio and it's now in my head. So I'm listening to random bits of the Greys Anatomy soundtrack to shut the other song up.
Yesterday went to the Imax with Mel and Mitch. Film's interesting. It has a whale in it at the end, but it wasn't too bad because it didn't leap out of the screen or anything. Then we wondered along by the river etc.
There was this woman with a tray which had cards in, and 2 birds (which were alive), and basically you give her some money and the bird will pick out a horoscope prediction for you or something. I don't really believe anything that came from her was true because she asked me if I was married... But maybe the birds are magic or something?Lots of women hate you and gossip overwhelms you. This is not to wonder since everyone loves you and not them. No matter what, you'll be happy that luck will make you richer and together with your man you'll taste the wealth. You'll live 85 years in happiness.
Is it me, or does that make absolubtly no sense at all?
If anyone wants a good book to read over the summer, read ' Translations of Beauty' by Mia Yun.
Je veux parler en français parce qu'il semble juste plus facile de façon ou d'autre. Et également Robbie Williams parle le français à la fin de sa chanson et lui les bruits justes sexy. J'ai conduit mes voisins aliénés en l'ayant sur une boucle pour environ une heure et une moitié tandis que j'étais dans le bain. J'ai oublié ce que j'allais dire. Bollocks.
Name up to three aspects of my life you want me to photograph. They can be specific (my bedroom), or not so specific (something red).
Stolen from Jenn because I thought it was kinda amusing, and kinda fun and I'm *kinda* bored and I'm er... kinda using the word 'kinda' too much now and it's lost all meaning.
Check out the rain!! Seriously, will it never bloody stop??? We're all going to end up building arks and living as boat people, and all our children will be born with fins. Or maybe gills...
Pasta bake for supper because I am home alone, so party at my house for the people brave enough to battle the rain to have a door closed on them, because there is no real party at my house. Sorry, but thats just the way things have to be.
Tue, Jun. 26th, 2007, 11:24 pm
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
She should be home by now.
Reading through some old entries because I wanted to know what I was up to this time last year, and then got carried away....
I'm most likely working Sundays and one or two late nights and all the people there are actually incredibly nice. Especially Kevin 'Kev', who is our supervisor. And Steve, who is our manager. And.. oh everyone.
*content sigh* I don't actually care anymore if my work has bad or reasonable pay. The people I work with make it so much more worthwhile. Ahhh, it's just such an awsome feeling getting on with these people!
Oh i'm so fucking high on everthing right now- draw, booze, happiness, the world. Kevin. i wanted to fuck him this evening, hes only 30 but hes beautiful and gorgeous and hes just he. i look fucking sexy this evening. i do, im feeling much love toards me at the moment. i smell of draw and afgs and i love it because i feel whole and alive and i feel. and i want sex, which is totally good because i havnt for a while. i should have gone to kevins. fuck the t-shirt. or better, fuck him.
*chokes* You have no idea how amusing and depressing I find this.
Do you understand now?
Thu, May. 24th, 2007, 06:01 pm
My head is spinning, and I don't know why.
Maybe I'll faint in my english exam tomorow. That would be rather exciting.
Thu, May. 17th, 2007, 06:45 pm
I have nothing to write in this entry, except that I fucking hate all of you.