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[10.02.08] |
so i'm in the university library, trying to finish my essay on the great gatsby the day before it's due in -- actually, sorry, not finish, but START, and i have discovered the greatest thing ever, if you open up itunes you can see people who are on the same network (ie the uni library) and their shared libraries, and of course this has proven to be a great distraction, that is, until i stumbled upon one user's stash of shwayze songs. baby will you be my corona and lime? and i'll be your main squeeze.
ughhh.
just so not every entry i make is about shwayze, i'm applying for a scholarship that means going over to spain for the first semester of next year, and doing an intensive spanish and spanish culture course. the spanish culture part of it sounds so ridiculously good, you do spanish literature, cooking and wine tasting, because the region where the university is (la rioja, close to the french border!) is well known for their wines, apparently. but it's half a year and i can see myself getting really homesick, and it puts me a semester behind with my degree that i'm desperate to finish. HMMM i am going to apply anyway, because i'm pretty sure i wont get it, and i'll regret not applying, so if i do, and i don't get accepted there'd be no regrets and no homesickness! perfect! except, kinda no spain, either.
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| just tryin' to put some diamonds in my schwayze chain |
[09.04.08] |
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I have a music issue I need to vent about.
No, not last night's BJM gig, which was great and I'm incredibly disappointed that it's over. (Anton didn't really talk a whole lot, but they pretty much played all my favourite songs, even Hide and Seek with a refrain from The Smiths' "That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore" - perfect).
Anyway - I listen to a lot of "The Edge". Don't judge me please, my car's lack of bandwidth expander limits my radio choice to that and Concert FM, and as appealing as the latter sounds, my slightly unnerving like of "Fletch and Vaughan" makes the Edge a winner. I do have a tape AND CD player, yes, but I get bored of the limited selection I carry around with me and also I can't subject the kids (that I babysit, not the fruits of my womb) to some of my preferences - I've tried, and they're quick to complain.
Anyway, doing a lot of carbon footprinting around in my car, I spend a lot of time getting down with the youth, and inevitably memorising the lyrics of every Pussycat Dolls song. Usually even though it's droll, most of the stuff they play is relatively inoffensive.
UNTIL NOW.
There is one song out there so bad that it's not even spammed on the Edge as most of their fine musical pickings tend to be. It's so bad that instead of turning off the radio when it comes on, I'm forced to keep it on to re-convince myself that something so shitty has been written, recorded and is out on the airwaves.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you "Buzzin'" by Schwayze.
Now, here is the first thing you need to know: this "band" features the talents of one Cisco Adler. For those of you whose minds haven't yet been corrupted, he's the former friend/ex/whatever of Paris Hilton and Mischa Barton, of whom some very disturbing photos were leaked out on the internet.
Sarah Silverman made a joke about how she refuses "to watch any movie longer than Cisco Adler's balls. Google it." (At your own risk.)
So, hearing this song, that mental image is instantly burnt into your mind and stays with you for the rest of your lifetime. Bad enough. Apart from that, the lyrics are atrocious. White man rap about how:
"I move on like the Greyhound bus
I go town to town
and I prey on sluts."
and:
"I got a girl in every city
from here to Peru.
When I left you,
I saw my name on your left boob
now go get that tattoed,
I'll be back soon.
Don't cry, I'll bless you
with a text soon."
Yeah. Brilliance.
This didn't set me up nicely for an afternoon of babysitting. No, it sure didn't.
Speaking of babysitting, if you live in Christchurch you might be unaware of another sub-species co-existing among us. Merivale Mothers (and occasionally Fathers).
What the fuck?
These people seem to be deluded about the reality of whereabouts they actually live, and their surroundings. This isn't America, you fools! You'd think you had walked onto the set of Desperate Housewives if you were to wait for your babysittees after school at one of the educational institutions good enough for these folk. Elmwood School seems to be one - where you get a good contrast of normal parents and them, which highlights the WTF-ness. It's really something. You have women who have never moved beyond their peak of being in the cool group at High School and devoting their time to reading fashion magazines, who all of a sudden, as a perfect accessory to their so-far-so-picturesque lives produce a child. Their parenting seems to consist of standing around with the other Merivale Mothers and gossiping while their kids (Paris, Lily and, I shit you not, I actually had to look after this little gem, PRIMROSE) are being ushered into their 2008 model Range Rover SUVs.
There are even sub-categories of the Merivale Mother, in one corner there are Korean MMs, equally as glamorous and gossipy, but my lack of understanding of the Korean language gives them extra points for possibly less vapid conversation topics.
I'm lucky in that, while 'my kids' go to Elmwood AND Medbury (where there IS no control to compare against) their parents are relatively normal. The mum works, makes tea and even bakes (the cake tins are always full - albeit of gluten-free goodies) and the parents actually - gasp!- care about their children! The other family I briefly looked after (Primrose + siblings) - not so much. The parents were constantly off on break (alone) and the kids were showing obvious lack of attention (the oldest boy was even quite disturbingly sometimes in what he would do for attention). I'm not a child psychologist by any means but it was a pretty awful setup. I dreaded every time I had to go over there (apart from admiring the seriously jaw-dropping decor of the house - I must marry rich), a far cry from my current kids who I actually enjoy hanging out with and feel almost a part of the family instead of a mere servant.
A N Y W A Y that was way far off the tangent but yup. Pretend you're a babysitter and walk around Elmwood at 3 o'clock. Preferably whilst listening to "Buzzin'". You'll struggle not to be disturbed.
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[08.31.08] |
This is a test post from  , a fancy photo sharing thing.
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| get me a campari, will ya? |
[09.27.07] |
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good evening.
i'm really hungry right now, but i'm in that weird state where i'm too tired and if i ate something i wouldn't really appreciate it properly hence it's best to just wait until tomorrow and my daily bowl of sultana bran crunch. it is seriously the best cereal in the world, second maybe only to that hubbards' cafe latte one which they don't even make any more so that makes sultana bran #1 in my books. anyway what i'm really craving now is some pasta puttanesca. it's a simple tomato pasta sauce with lots of those "love or hate" ingredients such as olives, capers and anchovies. which i all love. anyway i am just googling recipes to satiate my hunger and this came up: The name originated in Naples after the local prostitutes, Pasta alla Puttanesca meaning "Pasta in the way a whore would make it". The reason why the dish gained such a name is debated. One possibility is that the name is a reference to the sauce's hot, spicy flavour and smell.
WAY TO GET RID OF MY CRAVING, WIKIPEDIA. well, it's for the best isn't it.
but italian food. i want to drown myself in it. if an apocalypse ever approaches and i'm aware i only have however many days to live i would just spend the time gorging on pastas and pizzas and drinking martinis and campari cocktails and then tiramisu and gelato and make my way out elvis style, straining on the lavvy.
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[09.18.07] |
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[09.07.07] |
tell me what you don't like about yourself.
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| tracy i'm in love with you, no matter what you weigh |
[08.15.07] |
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look at me. i'm such a bandwagon-jumper. if there's a bandwagon, i'm bound to jump on it. UGH. no, not really, i just find it hard to find sunglasses that look right on my face and ugh ugh ughghghgh i like them okay.
i watched hairspray on the internet. it was good, except sound quality was rather bad and every so often someone would walk across the screen (well, the theatre) so i might go see it at the movies when it eventually comes out. i missed most of the movies i wanted to see at the film festival (control, half nelson, eagle vs shark, inland empire) because i sorta forgot about it until it was nearly over. oh well! the internet is bound to have at least some of these. i also need to re-watch mulholland drive. i'm on a real david lynch kick lately. i just love the atmosphere he creates within his films and tv shows (twin peaksss) and his collaboration with composer angelo badalamenti is the most perfectly matched, apart from maybe alan ball and thomas newman.
ANYWAY now i need to go to the supermarket and buy that new feijoa fresh up. YES my life is rather exciting.
EDIT: now in ~*blingee*~ form feat. me and my brother:
 
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| you think it's tough now? come to africa |
[08.07.07] |
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yesterday was a very important day in my life.
today i've consoled myself by going shopping. buying presents for my parents whose birthdays are both this week, only 2 days apart (a very expensive time for me, when i'm generous enough to actually buy presents. scratch generous, make that HAVE FUNDS.) anyways, in between all that i got a little something for myself. shopping always makes me feel better, but god i'm so awkward with sales assistants. i mean, i'm usually just like "i'm just browsing, OKAY!?!?!?" but when i do actually need help i never seem to get any decent actual help. it's usually very awkward. i don't know if this is 100% my doing, but gosh. anyway today i had a very helpful sales assistant when i was buying my parents some goodies, it wasn't awkward at all until she was wrapping the presents and then she had to urgently attend to some young fellaz who were checking out the perfume section. she got back to me and she was all "those boys are so naughty, one of them keeps you busy while the other ones rob us blind, but they get away with it! they always do!" and then we descended into an awkward conversation about how she used to live in south africa and you wouldn't be able to have a relaxing outdoor spa there because people would climb over the fence and kill you. WHAT THE HELL WAS I MEANT TO RESPOND TO THAT???? i just nodded and mentioned something about yugoslavia and the war. what a cop out.
ps. the new M.I.A. album is sooooo good. soooo good. yes, i'll say it again, sooo good. seriously my listens for this week are like M.I.A. 230932 everything else 0. oh apart from kate nash. i don't know. its one of those musical conundrums - like the person, not so much the music. WHAT DO I DO?????
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[07.24.07] |
finished harry potter.
to sum it up: dumbledore/grindelwald, Y/Y?!?!??!
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