INTERPOL...
my weekend was all about the music.
friday i scurried off to enmore in seek of purchasing a ticket.
i meet james someone i apparently am aquainted with, his friend sells me a ticket for 60 bux.
me and alice sneak into standing area, go right up front.
paul banks sings and it sounds exactly how he sounds on the albums.
his eyes are wide during the whole performance, the fire in his expression fascinates me i can't help but get caught up in the coils of emotion that disperse from his mouth into the crowd.
its hard for me to describe the feelings that intepol conjure within me.
they pluck some secret chord with in me that reverberates right through me. pauls voice when i hear it, it infects me with his pain and love and desperation.
after interpol played, me and alice rushed to the afterparty at the civic. carlos d was djaying.he's so cute, especially when he smiles his chesire cat like smile. i swear his dress sense draws inspiration from the montegue gang form romeo and juliet. i think he should stick to bass player, dj carlos d just didn't hit the mark.i left early the scence was obscene.vulgar people everywhere.
to much vainity.i had to get out.
so then came saturday. went out with lee+yo+alice drank wine and all became jolly fun fools.danced about to jolly rockers at speccers. sobered up and went to 77 in the wee hours of the morn.
paul banks was wearing a black hat hiding his face but i recognised him instantly.he walked past me then the fool i am came out to play.
without thinking i opened my mouth and let some incoherent high shrilled dribble of adoration plop out. the second i said it i regreted it. he stared at me for a second.
he was stunned and unimpressed, then he walked away.
i felt like crying. kelly consoled me told me that it was the curse of being a fan. i wish i had thought out something worth saying or at least something a little more appropriate and less stupid as "i love you".
well if i could redo it i would say exactly this.
"hello.i don't mean to intrude. i just want to say that i greatly apreciate your music.thankyou." and leave it at that then discretely walk away and let him be. alice sneaked around the club stealing glances of him the entire time.
yesterday after the embarassing encounter. alice and i decide to go see interpol once more. i porned off some jewellery to pay for tickets.
i really did.anyway i got the tickets.very cheap.
and once again for the third time i was blown away by their performance. afterwards i gave a painting to the tour manager to give to them, hopefully they got it.hopefully they havn't thrown it out a window.
 i had the idea of giving them the painting after the stupid thing i said to paul.so that was the weekend of interpol.
they probly won't be back for at least a couple of years.
 maybe when they release another album.
goodbye interpol. goodbye paul. i love you..from a far.. far away...sigh...

This is me 4am in the morning in a taxi only minutes before vomiting in the gutter, photos are decieving.

Here are photos from a couple of weeks ago at the annandale when the valentinos played, 77, france's house warming and bianca's b'day. Some of them were rather dark so i tried to brighten them, hopefully there ok.In other news, im obsessed with yoga. Im a changed women!

By the way winter soltace today, this means big changes people, i dont know that much about the topic, but my mum and her friends rave on about it how its a big deal and something about the moon in saturn and great upheavel blahdy blah.

Today:  breakfest with family in double bay, snubing snobs such fun, buying cute underwear, eating blueberry friands, yoga yoga yoga, listening to mercury rev and new order, walking home in the cold, wearing comfy sox, watching sappy movie with mother "after the affair" but i luv leigh finn if thats his name..

in the last week: saw mc lars, angel killed 3 rats, mother has turned senial, meeting many strange and amusing people, friends to busy for me cos of exams, ignoring certain people, pining over certain person, whining about certain person, 3 days later over that certain person full stop.

the week to come:  thursday exams are over, seeing bene geserit on friday with leah, going away someplace with the family, get back monday and probly stay with dad in brooklyn for a few days, come back later that week and start work at bondi hotel.

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( random pics of no meaning.. )

( the stalemate of the hsc advances into stage of anniliation )

*makes a woeful scream* booooooeeeeeeboo me and clarabelle created this lil pic that looks like it belongs in a scifi flick

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Last night went driving about with kitty and clare trolling the streets looking for mischief but mondays all the sensable people sleep. Sat around darling harbour. We ate macca's 4 in the morning, so im feeling super seedy, greasy insides. Kitten has very nice happy hard, i miss raving. Im so emotionally attached to raving the music the people the clarity i find at raves is whhy i adore it so, i can escape everything in life and look at myself from an outer perspective..

I should be at the libaray. Im  having a post hsc party! Everyones invited!! On thurday last week of hsc, in 2 weeks. So come along and bring drinks. I plan to have a great big watermelon filled with vodka for eating! I best be off to the lib.