ok. its been four months since i wrote a journal entry. but i have an ultimately good explination this time! i moved out of home, i moved interstate, i moved into a sweet little apartment, in the nation's capital, to start uni, at the australian national university. other than that, i have been doing non-stop artwork, partying, working my ass off at my new job as a waitress for one of the most popular restaurants in town, realizing i have a definate addiction to coffee (my classmates can back me up on that one), resorting to eating cheese by itself coz there isnt anything else in my fridge/pantry, almost killing myself in a bike accident (i fell on my face. nasty cuts, bruises, sprained wrists, concussions, and chipped teeth)... yeah you get the point.

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so! now for something i found slightly random yesterday morning...

you see, everytime i walk out of my apartment, its most likely that i'll see at least one of the following:

drug addicts, homeless people, old ladies, old men, kids riding their bikes, P platers blasting bad music, stuck up suits, drunks, meglomaniacs, joggers, fat people, and possibly the odd stalker.

but yesterday, i walked outside my apartment, and there was a LLAMA.

just standing there. eating the grass.

come to think about it.. finding a llama outside your front door wouldnt be such a big thing.. say i lived out bush. but. the strange strange strange thing is. i live in the middle of the city.

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lately ive been listening to this song, "two days in february", over and over again. i dont know why. i think it has something to do with it being my life theme tune at the moment. *sigh*.

I hung your picture on the wall…and that's all it is
I break my fingers to make a call…and that's all it is
I know you're living way out west and I don't think that I confessed
Everything I feel


You say you got no faith in things that you can't see
Well I'm sorry I ain't there with you, but you ain't here with me
And I'm down in all my fears
But I ain't cryin' no tears over you


'Cause everything's wrong
But it's all right
Everything's wrong
But it's all right


You said that this is crazy, you're a half a world away
And I'm sitting and I'm thinking but I didn't know what to say
So I said something I can't touch, I always want way too much
Anyway…


'Cause everything's wrong
But it's all right
Everything's wrong
But it's all right


I hung your picture on the wall, but that's all it is
I break my fingers to make a call and that's all it is
I know you're living way out west
Don't get me wrong I'm not impressed
With you no more

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on wednesday in art school, my lecturer gave me the worst insult that you could give an artist (well, at least i think so)... "not to be rude or anything, but your work is kind of conformist".
the thing is. heaps of my lovely classmates had said they liked it. that it was cool. etc etc. grrr.