an internal crisis...

is at hand... and i'm somewhat convinced i am a bad friend, but then again... perhaps not. unfortunately it cannot be blazed all over this here blog currently, but for the fortunate few who understand my ramblings and are in the know... i shall certainly keep you updated by ye olde telephone.

i bought myself a few gifts this week, one being the new Gorillaz album 'demon days' and Aimee Mann's 'bachelor number 2' from 1999. Aimee Mann keeps me very sane, now that I rarely hear from my 'therapist' and beautiful bartender, the allusive nico.

ah, he's a bad communicator, and always apologises, can't dislike him for it!

currently, a storm is rolling in on the city of brisneyland... i have been watching it roll in for hours, and made sure i cleared up some more of the garden before it got close enough to ruin my attempt to beat the spiders by making it cleaner around here. Starting to be noticable, but still a load of work to go. Now that my neighbours aren't moving for another year, i'm going to suggest a weekend clean up in a few weeks... a spring clean at the start of summer or something.

I now have itty bitty pumpkins growing in pots on my front porch, grown from drying out pumpkin seeds from the pumpkin my mum bought when they were up here. I'm glad they're growing already, maybe they can grow along our fence.

had some friends over for dinner on friday and cooked a great vego meal of spanish potatoes, a big fuck-off salad and samosas from scratch (via sharons hare krishna recipe). tasteriffic.
we then headed up to the pineapple hotel to watch blues, as has happened many times before, sufficiently smashed and ready to bounce about.

spent most of yesterday wallowing in my own pity on the floor for the hangover and the internalising of this stupid crisis that i'm sure is all in my head!

my friend Sam is having an exhibition this coming week, and the theme is 'wonderland' with about 10 artists total. it's been a while since she's exhibited anything and i hope it's a great success for her, because she's lovely and deserves it.

apart from that, new job is going well.... trying to get my head around being paid monthly is interesting... but should be fine i think.

hmm, back to internalising me thinks.

see some of you at xmas! yes i'm returning to my home-town for some well deserved r&r... that could be rest and relaxation, or rocking and rolling.... i'll let you guys decide!

xJ

so much has been happening...

but at least i finally feel like i'm on a decent path to some success...

last week i officially got offered my job. I've been there for three months as a temp (sort of as a probationary period) and they must be very happy with me for the wage they've offered me... safe to say it's a decent amount more than what i have ever earnt before. So now where the 'julies not sure what shes doing' was is a 'ill be there til next xmas'...

last sunday pol, michelle, sallie and i ended up at the regatta with michelles friend dean who happens to be a trainer or a coach or something for the aussie cricket team. so most of them were there, and my daddio's quite pissed at me for not getting any autographs (i only actually recognised three of them, but could have been speaking to more than that... who knows?! *shrug* i'm no sport fiend).

at some point, after being convinced to stay longer, someone dropped a glass, which shattered and a piece of glass landed in my foot! the battle scar doesnt look that bad (though its not really healing) but there was blood EVERYWHERE... including on my sketchers high heels from New York... so I had a bit of a carrie moment and was like 'ahhh, my shoes!' and 'ahhh, my fucking foot!'...

didnt do stuff all this weekend apart from take pol her bday present on friday night, spent all day saturday sneezing my head off (yay for lawn mowing) and yesterday went to the west end festival... music and stalls and performance and such. it was fun. velvet ended up with a python at one point (yes a live one) and i bumped into handsome-john and some of the other SOOB crew, offering whatever services i can for next years SOOB (being held in august this time).

the bath is running, cos my skins misbehaving, so best be off!!

xJ

cor!

i'm drowning in marathons of sex and the city... since buying the box set a little over a week ago... i've just finished series 3! fuck me!

had dinner friday with jenn and her family and a few friends before her and kate hopped a plane to hong kong; the first stop on their world journey. they'll probably be gone for the full four years they can i'd wager.

a bit sad, cos i haven't known jenn all that long (perhaps may this year) but i think she's tops and she'll be missed around here.

(oh i should update on last weekend in here somewhere too)... yeh that'd be good. last friday i marathoned S&TC on my own, however saturday sallie made me go out and have FUN! we went to ric's for some tasty pumpkin, pine nut and sundried tomato pizza (seriously, this thing kicks!) and some Charles Foster Kane. I had solely consumed nearly an entire bottle of white before leaving the house (and before eating) so found myself sufficiently toasted and on a roll. Probably half because of the booze (confidence booster) and half because of the fact for the first time since i stacked it gracefully down my staircase, i was out, standing up and not hurting, and in a room of handsome boys. (Apparently I kept annoying sallie by bringing them over to meet her when she was trying to listen to music... hey, this is matt, this is matt, this is dave... hehe).

so anyways, somehow i managed to stay upright in my black boots, charm a few handsome men, break my bracelet (which a pleasant man kindly tied back together for me), and meet someone who just studied film in amsterdam with HAL HARTLEY (Bastard!).

We got home at 2... which i only knew when i got home and went 'fuck!'. but that's great, it mean i wasn't bored, and wasn't clock watching.

oh... last night i got attacked by an attack-duck outside courtneys place!
more later.
that was funny as!
xJ