i've just finished the third harry potter book. tomorrow i buy the fourth!
and hey i'm listening to natalie imbruglia in preparation for the popstars audition.
torn. oh. out of faith. fortune tellers.
you get the drift.
the good life is on tomorrow!!! (i have to tape it)
i hope they show it in order. that way i get to see the plastic things they used to put into cereal. why don't they do that anymore? they only seem to put plastic things into chocolate now. if you don't get what i'm saying watch the show.
previous to my learning the words to this "bitter sweet" pop song, i was listening to paul kelly.
i'd just watched the reconciliation day concert. so i was feeling like hearing about little things and big things.
i was also trying to rid myself of the effect that killing heidi had upon me. it was a scary not bad feeling.
the feeling of "they're not [that] bad". well, at least they're not skate punk. they probably do have too much hair. extended that is. particularly ella. who seems quite sweet. i worry whether she can sleep with all that hair. does she get to unclip it? it has to be added on specially. it would give her headaches?
return:::::::: paul kelly.
yes. good... .. . . ... . very good. a book of his lyrics was reviewed in bizarre magazine a year or so ago. which was strange. a magazine which has the best gross pictures ever was celebrating paul kelly. they had to excuse themselves with the justification that he wrote a song about making gravy.
the first thing i really remembered paul kelly for was a song with christine anu called last train.
i should sleep. and hand up java protocol things after i've woken up.
paul kelly makes me want to go up to people and tell them that they're swell. and as i think anyone who bothered to read this is swell. that sentiment is sent out to you.
yeah.
pipstar @ 01:29 AM | link | Comments:
i'm really procrastinating doing my java. once again i'm using my blog as an excuse.
i really wanted to say earlier that the harry potter series is as good as the joan aiken wolves of willoughby chase series. or as good as arthur ransome's swallows and amazons. or the narnia series.
it's up there.
i now really do wish that i had an owl to deliver the mail. it would be great.
pipstar @ 03:46 PM | link | Comments:
large amounts of old people in the same building smell bad. and old.
i'm sick of computers. and not having a real life. i think i might go off to a gardening store and buy some seedlings:
capsicums
tomatoes
bush beans
zucchini or squash
lettuce
basil
the goodlife tv series starts again on monday. at 630pm on abc. i've been waiting for this for a long time.
the harry potter series is brilliant. i wish i went to wizard school instead of the university of south australia.
pipstar @ 03:36 PM | link | Comments:
andrew p street has these amazing songs, yet whenever he plays it's pretty much only to people he knows. which must suck a bit.
check out andre the giant has a posse. while you're at it you might like www.unamerican.com. these are people doing their best to make us think.
just watched fightclub last night.
there was amazing rain and storminess this evening. i'm peeved that i missed out on the black out that happened near my house.
pipstar @ 01:49 AM | link | Comments:
i'm at uni talking to peter.
and finally the blogger is actually working. so ignore the posts below.
i should do some java
pipstar @ 05:03 PM | link | Comments:
barbelith, home of one of the best Invisibles sites.
they've got a blog!
pipstar @ 02:39 PM | link | Comments:
and another one
pipstar @ 03:43 AM | link | Comments:
test this one.
p
pipstar @ 03:41 AM | link | Comments:
just got a blogger....
we'll see how concientious i am. and if i can really spell.
i have a feeling that someone was outside my computer room a few minutes ago. the security light hasn't switched on for months. so watch out muthafucka.
my procrastination skills are reaching their peak at the moment. rather than go to uni and do java assignments i'm sitting here, downloading mobile phone logos, setting up a blogger, learning asp for work...
i haven't reached the point where i start cleaning up my room.
yet.