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[Dec. 24th, 2007|08:18 pm] |
Finally I'm home.
Although not for long as I am house sitting my favourite artist's home for two months
and get to use his studio and and his welding tools and alllll his copper.
And all I have to do in return is mind his three fat cats George, Edward and Lolita.
He has a pretty pond with lots of goldfish and grapevines a fig tree and an apricot tree.
Plus His house is surrounded in artwork by people that I idolize.
He puts everything that he possibly can on wheels, and he has a room full of knitted dolls and animals that a mad old lady insists on making him.
So yes, I am incredibly excited and toby and I move in there on Friday night so everyone come and visit us and produce wonderful things in his amazing studio with us.
Toby and I are going to collaborate and really excited about it and everything to come in my life again finally.
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[May. 17th, 2007|09:01 am] |
things are looking up my friends
thank you lithography and job and amy cutler and tobias koster.
i hate that my boyfriend's a more talented and successful artist than I will ever be.
maybe I'll secretly steal his ideas and sabotage him. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2007|11:20 pm] |
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i wish, i wish i didn't kill that fish |
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[Mar. 14th, 2007|08:56 pm] |
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her absence filled the world |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2006|08:38 am] |
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i got my letter from rmit :) so im not so stressed, and hopefully i wont have to do the whole dressing up the dead mouse deal anymore. anddd my literature exams over, thank god. what a joke that was hooo boy. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2006|12:15 pm] |
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im so so tired, so tired, but for what? i look back on a day and i really haven't accomplished anything worthwhile, which is espiecially bad right now because my first exams on thursday and its my weakest subject and its going to horrible. i spent ages working on this practise essay the othernight for it and when i showed my teacher she gave it back with some terrible mark on it, so now i dont care anymore, well ill pretend that i dont and silently stress and bite my nails until thursday is good and over. i haven't got a letter from RMIT yet which is really stressful and its making me really feel like shit, because theres only a couple more days in which i could recieve one and if i dont its my first preference and ill proabbly cry alot and then give up. which is bad and stupid because theres plenty of other courses and ways to et into this course through tafe and things, but yeah fuckfuckshitfuck. i also make terrible decisions and im really rude to alot of people who dont deserve it, and boy who probably hates me right now, because im a brat. i keep having dreams that laura and kate decide not to move out with me and im stuck a home forever and linda and the kids move in and shit that would be hell on a stick. i like my mum she gave me a navigator thing and a nice card to "help guide me". shes a good guy. im getting a job at a kitchen hand around the corner from where i live at a restaurant thats opening up, which will be hell but im looking forward to finally making my own money. my stomach feels so sick with nerves at the moment and i cant sleep. carl was in my dream last night, but i cant remember the details, which really doesnt matter. i just like waking up feeling as though ive spent some time with him. my mum bought a house, we've never owned a house. but ill be moved out before they move in, but im glad about that because its on geelong rd! of all places to buy a house, basicially the busyiest street in footscray. what a mad women. with my first pay check i think ill buy a mouse and name it rupert and spend all my time making miniature clothing for the little guy, yes thats what ill do for the rest of my life if i dont get into rmit, and even when it dies after 3 years or however long ill still dress it, whilst its dead....but probably not because i think that would be a little creepy and unhygenic. |
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[Oct. 11th, 2006|10:04 pm] |
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i have to perform my monologue tonight at the arts show and im sick sick sickkk this is terrible |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2006|08:45 pm] |
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so its lactose INtolerant, well that would make alot more sense, i did think that was a rather strange name for it. |
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[Oct. 1st, 2006|06:26 pm] |
school tomorrow and im writing this to avoid working and i havent studied at all this holidays because, like laura ive become a lazy pig-beast. last night laura threw up on her floor and on her leg and because it looked so disgusting then i threw up, and it went on like that for a while. then we threw orange juice all over the floor and all over the cat and then laughed about it for hours.
these holidays have been fantastic, im so excited because ive almost finished school and then its summer and its going to be funfunfun. ive become lactose and tolerant which is really grosse and annoying and whenever i eat ice cream i get stomach aches, which isnt great because summers here and im getting sick of soy ice cream which tastes like cold playdoh that tastes a bit like wheat. i have so many new freckles and i like it, also my dog is getting cateracks (or however you spell it). and i really am getting angry at that blastard cat that keeps ruining my life and biting on my toes when ive just woken up, i feel like uncle monty in 'withnail and i' in the way i deal with my cat. this holidays laura and my dad and i went for lunch and then all of a sudden my dad dissapearred and we went looking for him because he had walked away from the table about half an hour ago and we'd seen no sign of the old bat, then we saw him sitting in a barbers getting his haircut in the middle of our lunch, he just forgot to tell us i guess it was pretty funny. i really miss some girls that are overseas and also some girls that live very close to me but seem like they are at the otherside of the world aswell. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2006|10:52 pm] |
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"I stopped painting in 1990 at the peak of my success just to deny people my beautiful paintings, and I did it out of spite." |
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[Aug. 25th, 2006|08:29 pm] |
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I don't trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere. Crippity crappity creepies. |
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[Aug. 24th, 2006|07:08 pm] |
OH MY/ GOD/ BN'G
i emailed vincent gallo a picture of carl and one of the works he did and he replied!
"he seemed beautiful by photo" |
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[Jul. 19th, 2006|12:27 am] |
i cant say in words how much i miss this |
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