Whoa whoa whoa I had the most awesome weekend. Stayed up all night Saturday. Kevin has been hanging out at my place this weekend cos I got a place in Highgate housesitting, its been expensive but damn its been so much fun and so worth it. I need to move out!

My viewpoint on life and people changed over the weekend too. A close friend completely amazed me with their perception of things which has i think made us even closer.

Had pizza for lunch on Sunday mmmm.

Had a meeting Friday and have another tomorrow about Life Affects, getting it started up again with Anya hopefully, maybe even OOMPF grant again. Probably gonna cut it down and make the meaning more potent. Also will take out the supernatural elements of the script.

Living by myself in Perth is expensive. I've spent $125 on groceries in the last 2 weeks and have to pay $35 per week for the house. On that note, each time Ive gone out I've only spent about $20-$30, whih is great. Oh but I have been finishing a bottle of vodka before I go out which has saved money!!!!

Aim for next week: get lucky this weekend and perhaps even Wednesday night

Well today was glum but also happy and exciting.

Nathan, Hillary and Scott (affectionately known as The Chinas at odd times) are going away to Broome for 6 months and then around the world. I went to the airport today to see them off. There were more laughs than tears so it was great! I've had some of the best high/drunken/fun times with those three. They've made me think in new ways and understand myself and other people better. This isn't the end though. Hopefully only the beginning. I made them a myspace seeings as EVERYONE has a myspace now (even me) and that communication is now so computerised. www.myspace.com/thechinas

Update: Nathan rang me from Broome tonight which was great. They're having a awesome time I hear. I think I'll go up in a few months. I could do a road trip... hmmm....Gotta save and go to Splendour first...Meh to bed, its 1am and a work night or maybe I should say work morning... :S

I thought I'd just reminisce about wanting to make films...

I first thought of being a filmmaker in year 7, when I was at York District High School and they found an old VHS camcorder lying around. As a class activity, a few of us made a crappy short film called I Knew What You Did Last Summer, But I Cant Quite Remember. Yes, it was crappy horror rip off. I dont think the film ever got finished, mainly because the camera kept running out of battery and we kept of forgetting to put the tape in the camera. But that was the first officalvideo I made.

Wait a second, before that I made a small comedy doco call "Pool Safety" or soemthing like that when I was 10 which involved me, my brothers, a friend (Lachlan) and his brother(Tom) showing what not to do around a pool. THAT is an incredibly embarrassingshit piece. I haven't been able to find the tape and burn it. I think my parents are keeping it for my 21st. Oh no. Please God no.

Anyway back to school movies...After the crappy year 7 movie I didnt get a chance to use a camera for video making until Media Studies in Year 9. The first thing we made was anotherB-grade shit heapin which a transvestite cleaner (Me) discovers a dead body and has a panic attack. She/He finds a nice police man (Michael), who is a little crazy and somehow he shoots her many times in the head with blood spattering everywhere (done effectively thanks to special effects).

The next few productions were equally as crazy, including a light saber special effects shenanigan, one about a female vampire slayer (go figure) in which I got to be a vampire (with Eugenie!!) and some stupid reflexive one about a guy getting milk and meeting crazy characters like an (Matrix) Agent, an incredibly buxom tranny with no bra and a doped out junkie. Our heros drink was spiked by hair growth medicine giving him extra long pubes, he found a sidekick with a low-IQ and he got it on with the tranny (in the, excuse the pun, climax of the movie).

In year 10 I made "Blob Versus Blob", which got into the finals of the National Youth Week competition. That was a cool stop animation about blobs of plasticine... who want to kill each other.

After those turbulent years, I managed to make a few better, yet still heavily cliched and poorly directed fiction shorts. A gory chase movie, one about gangsters reversing a drug deal gone bust, and another animation about two lab rats, one of whom gets a human ear graphed to his back and then the rest of the (short) movie they seek revenge.

So there you have it, my entire filmic life up until the end of High School. Of course there was the odd videoing of a friends doing mountain boarding, Leavers video stuff, media assignments and general editing in between but yeah.

I made "Up Lifting" (about two office employees who get stuck in a broken lift) last year, which I see as my best work to date. However, soon "Life Affects" will be made, the short film I've been writing for over a year. We submitted for an FTI OOMPF $10,000 grant last week. Fingers crossed.

My iMac G5 blew up last week and its been at the repair centre since then. That sucked because it was three days before I had to get my OOMPF grant application (the $10,000 one) submitted. So I had to scan in my old drafts and then use Optical Character Recognition to interpret the text onto our PC.

Today I went to the repair centre and they told me that I've lost ALL my stuff off my iMac's hard drive. EVERYTHING. Gone. Thats 500 photos from over two years, 2,000 MP3s, and lots of legally and illegally downloaded programs.

I hate computers. I'm now in the process of installing a new hard drive and tonight I'll have to update everything back to how it was in the good old days. Thats means hefty downloading, installing and CD ripping. The good news is that I was working on my documentaries off an external HDD. And also I have a back up of most of my MP3s on my iPod. I just have to find some decent, free software to get them back off the iPod now. But there's still a lot to do....

Well yesterday I bought a car. And now I'm sitting on the computer and in front of me is a big wad of cash, $3700 in fact, in $100 notes, that I'm delivering tomorrow. Then I'll be driving my very own automatic 1992 Holden Apollo wagon (exactly like a Toyota Camry wagon) home. Its only done 150,000kms and is in pretty nice condition. And the guy who I bought it off was this incredibly tall, sensitive, caucausian meditationist who out of the blue gave the car to me for $3000 instead of the asking price of $3500. So that was awesome. There must be something up!

Yay I can drive. No more damn public transport!!! No more train tickets!!!


Update: Okay I've had the car for a few weeks now. Yes $3000 cars are lame. I replaced a light last week, I need new tyres, the apolstory is coming undone,the dashboard light doesn't work and I'm poor because fuel is $1.38 per litre. :(

The Pros: awesome 6 stack CD stereo, no more public transport, lots of new "firsts".

I introduced Cathy to Kevin and Andrew today. They think she’s cool and crazy... which is awesome...hmmm and true. She IS mentally insane in the coolest way possible. Yay for friendships. Then I introduced them all to slushies. Perhaps not such a good idea to taint slushie-drinking in that way. Now the tradition may be lost, and the secrets of cheap slushies gone! Never!

God Andrew can be quite pretentious sometimes, which is okay I suppose because he does it in an amusing way, that takes the piss. I’m sure it’ll settle. Or not. Anyway, Kevin is cool.

Today, I confirmed that I could be alone forever and not care. Like Morissey!! Of course i would care but hopefully hermit-ism would grow on me and i’d forget. This is a ridiculous concept and I'm probably just telling myself this stuff to close the door on my emotions, which is what I do when I find out someone I want sex with is in a relationship. Go figure.

Cathy and I had the most pathetic fight over an apple core that she wanted keep to throw in a bin and I wanted to throw in the bushes.
*Will goes to chuck apple core in Cathy's car out window*
Cathy (steaming): “I walked 500m up the path just to throw that apple core in a proper bin!!!”.
Will: “Its just an APPLE CORE”
Cathy: “I have principals Will, PRINCIPLES!!”
Will “Your car is a fucking mess, can’t we just chuck it on the floor with everything else?!”
Cathy: “NO!”
*Wills goes to put the apple core in the gloves box*
*Cathy slams is shut as he lets it out out his hand.*
*Apple core falls on the ground*
*Cathy freaks*

And then, with our faces swollen from laugh-crying we relaxed and tried to breathe. It was so ridiculous and pathetic and aargh! So...much...fun.

I failed FTV equipment test and now have no time to do it again. This sucks! The tutors set up all these things with the camera that you have to set back to their proper settings, which means you have to know the proper settings so...errr...yeah! Annoying when you try everything but can’t get picture and sound! I will pass second time round!

I need to escape, need to get out of uni, need to experience more so I can be more confident in my self, need to stop relying on others subconsciously, maybe need to get out of life. I’ll go to Melbourne in the middle of the year and then somewhere overseas at the end of the year. If I have to go by myself, so be it, it’ll be better for me. Why does everyday feel like the end of the world?

I was awake from 9am on Saturday morning to 1am on Monday morning this weekend. That 40 hours straight with no sleep.

So basically I didn’t sleep at all Saturday night or during the day. We went out and partied after the WASAs for 6 hours. An insane idea. Especially when I had to video a silent scene for PAC (Perth Actors’ Collective) screen workshop at 9am on Sunday morning. And then go to Keith’s place to work on the Weary Dunlop book. And then film my own PAC scene with Brooke and Tawni from 7 to 10pm on Sunday night in Wembley.

We went to the Paramount first which was shit and the music was lame techno/dance/R&B crap but Hillary and Amy somehow made us stay and a mate of Nathan's was Kiwi and got us in without standing in the 40 metre long line and having to show ID (not that it would have mattered anyway). V.I.P. oh yeah. Somehow we stayed until 4am! That music was making me go insaaaaaaaannnne.

The rest is just a HAZE but we partied all night and I lasted thanks to some little white pills which didn’t do anything but perhaps it made me feel like I had more energy. Yay drugs are exciting. Free dexies. Woot. *Not addicted*

I have SO many blisters on my feet from those terrible, formal shoes. My feet are used to converses. And dancing in bad shoes just makes it worse.

Going to sleep now.

Okay so Tuesdays I only have a one-hour tutorial in the morning which from week three will be day-dream worthy as groups will be presenting tutorials. But nevertheless I go, and that means the rest of Tuesdays, until my acting course at night, I have free. I really should use that time to go home to sleep or study or edit but...

Everyone went straight to the Tavern as usual. Its like there’s some strange magnetic force pulling us closer. But that force is probably more like an amber coloured fluid. When we were walking there I though I’d detour to accompany Pete who was going to do some admin stuff. Everyone stopped and looked at me with faces that said “YOU”RE NOT GOING TO THE TAVERN?!!”. Geez.

Okay so I went with them to the Tavern.

Louie got me to share a jug of Toohey’s New with him first. That meant I had about three midi’s. Then Kevin rocked up from Murdoch Uni. Louie and Kevin bring me to this point: people who have high Alcohol Thresholds (ATs) are dangerous to drink with. They can drink a lot and pass a breathalyser test, which is a bad influence on those of us who have a lot and end up dancing naked on the pool tables. Not that this happened.

Most people went to classes at 12pm and Kevin and I just wandered around Uni. I showed him the sights. The Library - attractive because of the air conditioning. The grass flats - attractive because of the prickly grass to lie on. Ok there’s not much else. Before long the magnetic force of the Tavern was active once again. Hey, I had to introduce Kevin to slushies anyway.

Pineapple and strawberry flavours were still doing the rounds. They were pretty runny, but slushies nevertheless! That made my drink count four, but slushies are extra potent so for the sake of me not looking like a weak drinker we could say slushies count as two, hmmm, or three. Annabelle (above) joined us for lunch which was cool. When she left, Kevin somehow convinced me to buy another jug (Toohey’s Extra Dry) which meant ANOTHER three midis’s. So when I had planned to come to uni and spend nothing, I ended up having seven drinks. I almost couldn’t feel my face. Yes, its cadbury, but I’m skinny and have a low AT. Now its Wednesday morning and I have to go to work.

Ugh beer.

Well Kevin and me missed out on tickets to the Raveonettes but it wasn’t a problem. There’s always something happening in Perth. *cough*.

The PIAF events at the Verandah have their supporting acts after the main act so we decided to go to that. We had no idea who the supporting act were but its usually pretty cool. Nope, the band was shit. It was just four old fogies playing electric guitar and a keyboardist with some sort of mullet/sheep’s tail thing. Yeah they could play a beat okay but there were no lyrics and it was the same old repetitive shite. When we were standing in line some guy gave us two free beer coupons for no reason at all. So it wasn’t all bad! Anyway, it was on to Amps!

This emo band from Sydney called Starky were playing and despite me having a grudge against emo-pseudo punk crap, the band was having fun and it was a good atmosphere. So many of the low-down stovepipe jeans-wearing, studded-belt, dyed-black-hair brigade have never even listened to real punk or even post-punk in their life. What a pity.

The DJ came on after Starky and played some cool tunes. So we danced a lot, drank a bit more (i had too much beer as usual), and hung out looking cool. Then Kevin caught a train back to Freo and I got a taxi to a place in Highgate. I hailed a taxi! Woot! And I learnt that vacant taxi’s don’t always put their vacant lights on. Oh and I also got about four different drunkards saying “You should eat something skinny man” or “Mr Skeleton man” ‘cos I was wearing my rib-cage t-shirt! Yes...ah Northbridge. What a delightfully crazy place.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I woke up this morning and had a shower and when I came out of the shower my eyebrow ring was gone and my piercing is now just a trough!! I’ve had it for 12 weeks but you could always see the metal through the skin, which was dodgy. The stud must have broken out and washed down the drain. Damn it! That cost me $80!

I rang up Horny Toad’s in Midland where I got it done and the woman who answered the phone said some in later today and they’ll have a look (reluctantly). So I did that and she wasn’t there so they said come back Tuesday. But I can't be arsed coming back. I'll go somewhere better. Update: I found my stud near the bathroom door. Hooray! Now to get the eyebrow skin pierced again!

This was one of the most awesome gig’s I’ve been to. I love Broken Social Scene (an Indie band from Canadia - ie the Indie rock state of Canada as they call it). Everything came together - the band were having fun, they played heaps of instruments (well), and the sounds were different and melodic. I went with Andrew whose cynicism almost competes with my own so it was a fun night. Kevin and his friend Tom were there which was cool. And Euge and her friends were there too. Everyone was there! I have to go buy (or download) all their CD’s now. New Buffalo was on after BSS which was pretty cool. I hadn’t really heard much of them (or her rather) but it there was some relaxing tunes to end the night on.

Yay I’m hanging out with Kevin after the Raveonettes (surf rock band from Denmark) tomorrow night. It’ll be cooool. On to Amps after. Eugenie, who actually got a ticket to the Raveonettes (we didn’t ‘cos they sold out), may tag along too.

I'm journalling my life! Everyone's been saying..."Get a MySpace...Get a LiveJournal...blah...blah...blah" Well here you go everyone. HERE YOU GO! My life pails in insignificance when compared to any other but read on whatever.

I went to Uni today for the first time in about three months with Cathy. She’s going there this year to do some sort of Environment Biology course after working all last year. Originally the idea was to hang out, spray crazy string everywhere and fake diarrhea during study skills sessions (!!). But we ended up just going to the Tav, going on a small library tour and having a kebab... AND we had SLUSHIES!

Slushies are the fundamental principle behind why I go to Uni. Yes, I want to learn. Yes, being a student is a good way to get cheap stuff. Yes, the Film and TV course is pretty fun. I know, I know. But it just wouldn’t be the same without those icey beauties.

They had Pineapple and Strawberry flavours this week which were tasty. Better than that horrible Black Spider flavour which was just a cool name for the shitty Sarsaparilla which was like eating icey Dr. Pepper. That was one day where we couldn’t see the light for the slushie tradition/ritual. But it re-surfaced and we drink/eat slushies til this day.

I plan to get Cathy hooked on our little tradition of slushies at the Tav. And I think she’ll warm to it fast enough. They’ve completely renovated the entire Tav and its looking very suave. Even more reason to hang out there. No, I’m not a drunkard. Shut-up. You're the reader. *Disables comments*.