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Secret Project #3 is drying right. SP3 involves CD's, hot water, scissors, lots of glue, canvas and rubber. Very exciting.

The first two days of school for the year just past. Hello longest week of my life. Apart from having a lot of shit to catch up on, I'm in deep shit - that is to say I'm in really deep shit. This HSC crap better be worth it, I don't want to waste 9 months of my life just to get like, a 70 ATAR aight?

I went to process jlifish's film today and found rolls of Fuji film iso400 36exp for $1 a roll. I bought two. Rabbit photo is closing down, so hopefully everything gets discounted again (woohoo cheap asian).

Finally got my leaves of happiness (birthday money) from my school friends. Super excited about that, but disappointed at how much of a loner I am. For the people contributing to my perpetual downward spiral: Fuck you very much. I was planning to illustrate some thank you cards, but my creativity is as dry as Antarctica and I'm too slow at everything I do.

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THE SKY IS CRACKING.

Shit's so real I can smell it (okay okay, small fib, I can only smell rain). Tomorrow is the beginning of the end. Beyond the end is fun fun fun before the beginning of the end again. Long sentence short: HSC is a mean little fucker.

It's dinnertime in my household and once again, I don't want to eat rice. The though of the last pack of good instant noodles is really juggling with my mind. To eat or not to eat? I don't even know. I really want some rocket and roast pumpkin salad.

I went to the bank today and finally applied for a keycard. Yeah, I know. I'm 17 and only just applied for one. The consultant 'Ben' offered to give me a debit mastercard. Mum didn't let me. I'm a little disappointed, but it's probably for the better.

I'm still editing those English narratives. They're like, stalagmites of cliches, only there is no roof or stalactite from which the fluid drips.

eta: Wow, strangest thing happened just then. I was browsing this person's photostream on flickr, about to add her but then gmail notifier tells me I have a message. I open it up and it's from flickr telling me that the person whose photos I had just looked at added me as a contact. WOW.

etaII: No wonder it's never sounded right each time I said or wrote 'elbow pad' BECAUSE IT ISN'T. ugh, I'm such a dumbass. Elbow patch! duh, because it is a patch. *face palm*

etaIII: Clearly not focused enough to recount what happened in the past several days!
Did not see Eliasson because someone was too lazy to come out and see me.
One of the few good things about Australia is Australia Day - only for the half price museum admissions! Gosh, Powerhouse Museum, be my second home. So much cool stuff. I saw the Lockheed lounge and was like 'HOLY SHIT! IT'S A LOCKHEED!' man, single greatest moment of my life maybe? Then I saw all kinds of brilliant things. SO MUCH INDUSTRIAL STUFF LIKE GEARS AND WHEELS AND HOLY SHIT I LOVE THE POWERHOUSE MUSEUM. METAL METAL METAL WOWWOWOWOWOOWOWW

skirt by Yohji Yamamoto

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I can usually walk long distances without any difficulties, but today was different. I am so tired from walking through Sydney Wildlife World and Sydney Aquarium. Jlifish didn't come. Incu was heavily discounted. I didn't take any good photos. bummer.

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Finished Secret Project #1 today! ...and so now I don't have any more secret projects to enjoyably waste time completing.

SP1


slightly off focus, but it's basically a triangle. My mum suggested it, jli, my mum is not a hipster.

very awesome elbow pad which took forever.

SP2

I did have a couple of photos with me wearing it, but I'm ugly and I don't have remote shutter release. It looks like some dodgy doll's house curtain, but I assure you it looks much better worn.

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SECRET PROJECT #2 IS COMPLETE!

I would love to say I made it myself, but I'm just not that nifty with machines (thank you mother). I do like taking them apart however... like the computer tower. Dad told me once I could take apart a computer without worrying about not being able to put it back again. (pros of having an electrical engineer dad with too much time on his hands, GET BACK TO THE KITCHEN AND COOK ME MY DINNER)

Secret project #1 is still in progress, perhaps I'll finish it tomorrow. I'll decide whether my notes need urgent typing or whether I could push it back a few days. I also have to buy flats. I have no shoes to wear. I would walk on bare feet if a) I had nice photogenic feet I wouldn't mind seeing all the time, b) the lord mayer hired all the hobos to sweep the grounds c) tetanus didn't exist, d) I didn't resemble a hobo and e) (because 5 is a good round number)I wasn't as short as I am. All that said, I've walked on bare feet in the city, it was great, especially across those wooden wharf planks.

Finally going on that trip to the aquarium on mandag w/ Jane and Jenny L. Going to see that Olafur Eliasson exhibition on at the MCA w/ Jenny because I've been itching to see it and she owes me a meal. After planning this trip for about 2 years, Jane (plus jli) and I will be seeing sharks... IN THE DARK...and jellyfish IN THE DARK (okay they're always in the dark, but w/e) and also... seals IN THE DARK (wishful thinking). It just occurred to me 'jli' sounds like 'jelly' YES. jlifish. Hopefully on this trip Jane'll be cured of her irrational fear of butterflies (or Mottephobia, thank you google).

I don't know whether I'm more excited for Eliasson or the aquarium. I'm still deciding which lenses to bring.

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YOU KNOW SHIT GETS REAL WHEN HOME AND AWAY BEGINS

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I posted a photo on flickr a few days ago. It explains perfectly how I feel about people and how people feel about me.


PERFECT!

In my attempts to unscrew everything I deleted pretty much everything on facebook. Hell yes.

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This morning I made a plan. I plan which was relatively easy to follow by my standards - do work for one hour, play on the wii for another hour. It didn't work out. I went shopping with mum because I needed some fabric for secret project #2 and I ended up spending 2 hours there. We got back home and I ate lunch while reading the paper. I'm not sure what happened after that, but I was in my room and then dad was like 'okay, we're going swimming'. That was another hour gone. Came home, ate a really early dinner. After dinner I went to watch some tv... and woops, there went 3 hours.

long story short: I suck at keeping to my plans.

I'm going to write for half an hour now.

shit to do, not enough time to do it.

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To be honest I didn't have very high expectations for this - actually, I didn't have any expectations besides it living up to my idea of 'Hollywood epic'. This genre of film isn't really my cup of tea, but I watched it because 1 - Dad payed for it, 2 - it was in 3D (who doesn't like 3D?) and 3 - everyone has been wanking on about it for a while. But holy crap was I in for a very abrupt awakening. The sfx were nothing I'd ever even have imagined possible. It was beautiful. Like a dark looming shadow there was something sinister behind all the beauty. I think what James Cameron tried to communicate was our selfishness and how we as the human race have not developed much despite having had numerous, futile wars and bloodshed (the fact that it was set in the future reinforces this). It was quite a universal film - I think anyone who goes to see it will find something to like about it, be it something as superficial as its sfx, the destruction (okay, probably only me. I loved the fire and explosions), the design of the creatures or the storyline.

I totally understand why it's been number 1 at the box office for a month now.

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Currently listening to Hidden as I type some fake emails as part of my Belonging-themed English holiday homework. I can't help but listen to the complexity of layers in the music. What a brilliant distraction. Beats (get the pun?) writing emails to imaginary people which will never be sent to anyone but my english tutor or teacher on several extremely difficult levels.

This album is too good for my inarticulate words. Definitely going to convince dad a fourth time to let me preorder that special edition book/album.

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I tried to cheer myself up on NYE by attempting for a third time those fucking pesky macarons.

As evident in the image most were shit. There were three, however, which actually had those feet. Observe:

Guess who tried them? NOT ME. Mum ate one, DAD ATE TWO. He doesn't even take a second glance at whatever he eats and he ate my two best ones.

I went to Tiffany's yesterday for some get together of sorts. I did the cooking because everyone else sucks. As Yen was about to leave she gave me three magazines one of which was Man About Town.

I'm not sure whether it's because it was the first time I'd ever read Man About Town but When Rick Owens Met Andrei Molodkin was particularly inspiring. Perhaps it was because it involved two seemingly vastly different artists who spoke of their processes and how they discovered so much in common. Best magazine 'article' (it wasn't really) I've ever read.

What also struck me as I was reading was the typeface they used.



I like the contrast between the thick, bold lines tapering to a fine, almost invisible line (in a small enough size) all in one letter. I like how when it's small enough you can only see the thick, bold parts of the letters as you're reading through so I rely on recognition of parts of letters to decipher what I'm reading.