Transmission

Someone reminded me today that I didn't live with my mother for most of my highschool life. I hadn't thought about that for so long, it was startling to recall it. I hardly remember years of my adolescence and it isn't ancient history. Suddenly memories of forgotten houses; I walked down the hallway of a house almost blanked out of my mind, thought about washing my face in a white bathroom I didn't realise I'd been in. I can't associate that person with the one I am now. Too many houses. I don't like feeling that pieces of my life don't belong to me. It makes everything that is real now seem trivial, because in five years time my brain will have white-washed it all.

More Family Delights

I can't get over it.

What is wrong with people? I promise that when I have children I'll never start a weird family blog*. Do they not realise that the internet is riddled with paedophiles just waiting for them to upload more creepy shots of their semi-clothed children to jizz over?

JUST SO FASCINATING

*I probably will.

Perversions

I have a strange fascination with collecting photographs of other people's weird families.

Wings of Desire

Interpretationzzzz

Driving a car, running out of petrol and out of control. Awkward turn, scrape the bumper and roll to the side of a road. Two cars throw balloons filled with PVA glue (hope that's what it was), scream at them and cry, want to vomit, cars stop, get roughed up by girls.

-Scared of driving
-Scared of Christchurch/Fendalton Road
-Scared of seminal fluids
-Possible anger management issues
-Scared of girls with hoop earrings

You may not be a babe, Habermas, but I still wanna get to know ya

I've been feeling frustrated about the lack of ideas in my brain. Get in me, knowledge. I should like to stop the world, retreat into a lair, cosily lit with a lamp, and spend a good deal of time reading and 'getting smart'. I'd emerge and know everything about Adorno, Baudrillard, Wittig et al. I would be quoted in articles: "Cultural theorist says..." This is my current goal. I want to know more, I know nothing! Just wanna be esteemed aye.

Likenesses

I look like this when shaving my body hair also.

Gratitude

I complete your survey, and this is how you reward me.



Thanks, medical researchers. Things always look worse on paper. Oh, and I like how you calculated that depending on where I buy my drinks, I spend $1600-$5000 a year on scrumps. Well, according to MY calculations, one cask, on special at Countdown, each week for a year costs me a mere $936.

SUCK IT

Things start to fall apart around mid-semester

And I'd been doing so well

Books/Videos of my childhood

Caught in a wave of nostalgia, satisfied by trawling google images. Did you love these things?

Spot, Spot, the lovable Spot

Noddy, the little man in the red and yellow car

Kipper the Dog

Goodnight, Little Bear

Rupert the Bear

Matilda

The Tailor of Gloucester

Brambly Hedge