so there was a robbery/hostage-taking down the street and i went over and took some photos but it seems in poor taste to post them, and they’re not very exciting either. anyway, apparently the dudes got away in a cab. yawn.
we rented darkness last nite, it’s suppose to be scary and anna paquin is in it. there is something about her that is so appealing and bizarre at the same time, like is it her fucking eyes or her retarded voice or humongously dry hair, i dunno, but i love her.
anyway, it was a good movie except they don’t explain much to you or the reason behind this occult bullshit, it’s just something that needs to be done i guess.
and of course there is a little boy who draws fucked up shit on a notepad and his pencil crayon keeps rolling under the scary bed and a carousel starts up all on its own and the lights are always going out.
the boy has these bruises around his neck that are never explained, you just figure that it’s the imaginary dead kids who are doing it to him.
at least i was drunk.
oh yeh i was taking photos of my mum at the hostage hoohurrah and her friend goes oh come on that’s like taking photos of car accidents in LA and my mum shushed her and went quiet it’s for the blog and her friend goes what’s a blog and i pretended i didn’t hear her and then she asked again so i snapped and said IT’S A WEBSITE JOURNAL.
then i left before things got to be too embarassing.
more on bored and miserable rich smalltown ladies later. like, why can’t they take up drinking and just fuck off already and shut up about their sense of self and healthy diets. whatever happened to the peg bundy’s?
i dunno, i have this thing about my mother’s friends where i seriously hate them all and whenever i bump into my mum and she is with one of her emotinal headcase self-help addicted women friends i can see this look in their face like they spend hours shit-talking me and everything about my life so i can’t stand to be near them and especially when my mum tells me every single detail about their failed marriages and other crap.
September 19, 2005
there are piles of my dirty clothes all over the place and it makes me feel so exhausted thinking about them, i don’t even have clean underwear. i just want to throw everything away. i started working on that script yesterday and then i put it in the mailbox, i hope it is still there.
September 18, 2005
today we got slammered on the patio and then went crazy with fil’s engineer stamp all over each other and then got in a fight about it.
fil said that in most ways i have the maturity of a 12 year old boy cos i try and shower every other day only, sometimes every two days if my hair is looking awesome enough. he also said that it was cos i don’t know how to take care of myself and if it wasn’t for him i’d have hay in my hair and mis-matched clothes and this whole conversation began once he saw how much toothpaste i use, which is a gigantic dollop.
and of course this is coming from a guy so fucking anal that if you touch his towel before he’s finished showering, he won’t use it.
he says my clothes are never clean and i say well if i had a proper space to store them they wouldn’t be in a mountain on the floor and then it’d be easier to keep track of what was clean and what was dirty.
you should see fil’s closet, he’s like inspector gadget, colour co-ordinated t-shirts hung neatly it makes me CRAZY.
we went to the drive in last nite and saw the cave which is pretty fucking bad and then we saw the exorcism of emily rose which wasn’t too bad at all. we got trashed and i went pee a million times.
uhh.
