PEOPLE

People, People, Everybody People, Everybody making a sound...

but I totally wish that they wouldn't because this planet is noisy enough how it is.

Inglourious fucking Baterds

Is out in Australia on the 21st and I can't wait. I've seen a couple of the trailers today and it was awesome to see the fake Nation's Pride Trailer directed by Eli Roth. Nation's pride is the film within a film and gives me great hope that the actual fim will be Quentins best. Check this shit out!

Emotional Rant

Everytime I look around I see people. Always people. People laughing, people sighing, people going about their business unaware that someone is watching them. I realise that I am probably always being watched because I am always watching, and I don't consider myself to be any different from normal society so I think I can look to what I do to make those kind of assumptions. Isn't that logic? Making assumptions based on evidence? Sure it is.

I don't mind being watched, I used to strive on it but now I'd rather be appreciated by the people around me than by people I don't know. Not that I have many people around me. I'll need to work on that. Go to more parties, meet people. Stop meeting other people. I've been living for other people for a really long time, 3 years now, and I think it's time I started living for myself a little bit. Everyone thinks I'm selfish but they don't know what I've been through, not that it is any worse than what others have been through. I believe that whether it's an abusive family, death, or a couple of unkind words. It doesn't matter whats causes the pain it's how the person reacts to it that determines how damaging it is. My brother had cancer and was really sick and I kept the family together by keeping my emotions in check, holding them in, so they didn't have to worry about me as well. I was the rock and I've been other peoples unmoving, unemotional rock for a long time and it's made me bitter and angry. So fuck you and fuck the world I'm about to come out and be myself and have fun and do what I want to do for a change.

- about time, Judith O' Greene

Meth Lab for Bootie

Idea: Death Cab for Cutie hip-hop cover band, called Meth Lab for Bootie.

Key song: Title and Registration sounds great in my head as a hip-hop song, and so does I will Possess your Heart with a 5 and a half minute drum/bass/electronia instrumental opening.

Oh yeah, I'm gonna be famous

Yours arrogantly, Jude

my computer

fuck fuck cunt shit arse fucking piece of bastard fuck. My anger problem is second only to my inability to realse that anger properly. Fuck is the only swear word that gives me some form of release. Shit sounds too much like it, bit, brit, and doesn't feel powerful coming out of the mouth, it's an PIC way of saying "sick of it". Cunt while the rudest and most taboo of the swear doesn't feel good either, it's so overused in bogan culture and it sounds really stuntend and it's definately unenjoyable to say. Fuck is the only good swear word. The God of all profanities.

It can be used as a noun, a verb, an adjective and has more meanings that any other word in the world languages. It is also one of the only words that can be used or added to anything and not sound out of place. Fuck you. Get fucked. Big fucking deal. Let's fuck. Shove it up your fuck hole. Eat fuck. Fucking piece of fucked up fuckery!

- Get fucked, love Judy

Imagine: A short story (just under 500 words.)

I had a cassette tape in my hands, John Lennon's Imagine, which when opened reveals a stash of cigarettes. Held by the pegs in the middle of the cassette case was my lighter, white, with the words 'be happy' and a smiley face printed on the side. In the cover slot I had two self rolled cigarettes without filters, a Winfield stolen from my Dad's pack and a small plastic bag which contained a minute amount of marijuana which I stole from a party. The case was bound shut with a couple of elastic bands, and was usually found bound to my passport which is my main form of ID. The only two things I have on me at all times.

I go into my parent’s ensuite and rummage through the cabinet. The cabinet only really contains a few things but each thing has multiple versions of itself with flood the small cabinet and makes it near impossible to find what you want. I see a few hairdryers, I doubt any of them work, a broken mirror, numerous brushes and combs, empty plastic sheets with all the pills popped out of them, a lot of aftershave etc. etc.

I find a bag of cotton buds, most of them are brown and shrivelled and stuck together, which I figure is from some spillage. I take out the freshest looking one I can and pull off a few strands. I take my cassette case, take off the elastic band and pull out one of the filter-less cigarettes. I pull a bobby pin from my hair and use it to push the cotton bud down the paper funnel, which was originally going to be the filter until I realised now horrible it was.

I set outside and take a look at the full moon. It is in the middle of the night sky and completely surrounded by light grey clouds, the sky looks like a surrealist painting.

Behind the shed I take a drag on my cigarette and inhale deep, holding the smoke in my lungs. It begins to hurt but I don't care, my head begins to spin as I exhale triumphantly. I watch the tip of the cigarette burn orange as I inhale again. I look up at the night sky, at the perfect moon amongst the grey and blow smoke in that direction, obscuring my view for a second and making everything grey. I close my eyes and try to think of my happy place, then quickly open them again so I can enjoy my cigarette.

I'm sucking filter and my fingers are tinted a murky brown, but it doesn't matter. I stumble across the yard to the back door with an incredible feeling of peace and relaxation, for a second it doesn't even matter that smoking is slowly killing me. I close my eyes and fumble my way into bed and thank John Lennon that I'm alive.

Darkroom

I downloaded a type of word/notepad program tonight called Darkroom. The program is basically full screen (for zero distractions) with a black background and bright green font. It's very confrunting at first but within 30 seconds of using it I was writing something which I can now say is the only desent thing I've written in a while. Because of this I'd highly recommending it, especially if you like to write but always get distracted by MSN, or if you have to constantly check the time.

You can download it here.

Camp Photo

Love being a clown