what a drag it is getting old

spend spend spend!

longish and uninteresting post, sorry

so today is my 17th birthday, and i had a sleepover last night with some friends. we watched pulp fiction, slept for about three hours, woke up and watched inglourious basterds, and then headed off to the camberwell markets for the morning.

i found a little basket for $3 that i intend to use as a 1960s-style woven box bag. since it was originally a sewing basket, however, it was full of tiny, quaint little paper packets of needles, spools of thread measured in yards and a pack of fabric name tapes reading "thais gloster" (and christ knows when the name "thais" was popular). pretty cool that i own the sewing materials of a lady that's probably dead by now, though.


then i found a copy of "james dean is not dead", the title of which is probably unfamiliar to most people, but obsessive morrissey fans like me will recognise the name of one of the short biographies he wrote in the early eighties in the pre-smiths era (the other of which was about the new york dolls). i was practically frothing at the mouth once i found that it was indeed credited to one "steven morrissey" and got it for $5. not bad considering copies go for 60 pounds these days.



the rest of the things i found were pretty boring, just a couple of leather bags for $3 and $6 respectively, a pair of white leather shoes for $15, a flowery swimsuit for $10 and a copy of the wall by pink floyd on vinyl in great condition for $20. i had a good birthday :)
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currently listening to:
oliver's army - elvis costello
end of the world - girls
la la love you - pixies
about you - jesus and mary chain
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ps: i started a formspring! ask me whatever you like :)

hello sailor vintage fair

i bought a $5 mod dress, a $5 jesus & mary chain t-shirt and the following vinyl:

and then i came home, sifted through my dad's 45s and found leader of the pack by the shangri-la's. sometimes my life is amazing.

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careering

so in queensland i bought:

• vintage 60s sailor-style shift dress
• vintage 80s goth-y cocktail dress
• vintage 80s lace front dress
• 2 sportsgirl long sleeved dresses
• vintage black lace top
• vintage red and white polkadot skirt
• vintage black handbag

it was a good week for my wardrobe, clearly. and the novelties:

• 1970s kirk and spock figurines (bought for $20 each, $50 less than what they're worth!)
• 1983 public image ltd. 12" single, this is not a lovesong ($5!)

the shopping makes up for the fact that queensland is generally rubbish and full of bogans. and i'm so glad to be home, just in time for the beach boys last night! they were fantastic, i spent the night up and doing the twist, they didn't play caroline no or don't talk (put your head on my shoulder) :( then again they might as well have played pet sounds in its entirety if they wanted to impress me. the lack of brian wilson took away from it quite a bit i suppose

anyway long post sry
p.s: i looooooove this man:

p.p.s: ke$ha's new song, your love is my drug is amazing. pleeassee tour soon

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age of consent

my cat wanted to go outside, but it's nighttime so we wouldn't let him. he then proceeded to run up to the open window, slam his body against the fly screen to open it, and run away into the night. i admire his persistence.

work was okay really. i was just being melodramatic. unfortunately i have to cancel a sleepover i was going to have because they were insistent i work tomorrow. this is irritating because it's occured to me that every weekend is going to be a battle now that i'm working nights. so much for partying these holidays.

saw a gorgeous indie guy on the train. HE HAD A QUIFF. we kept on exchanging glances and at one point he turned around as if he were going to speak to me but he didn't. we got off at the same station. he disappeared into the distance. shattered

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i went to a vintage clothing sale, bought:

floral tea-dress ~ $20

denim jacket ~ $10

open-toed flats ~ $10

grey leopard print cardigan ~ $5

was fairly pleased with my haul

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life is okay, would have been better if i was proposed to by the indie guy and we got married and lived happily ever after, but whatever.

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currently listening to:

cheree ~ suicide

i wanna be your dog ~ iggy & the stooges

lust for life ~ girls

without you i'm nothing ~ placebo

of deep meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses

apparently record labels have just gone on an insane deleting spree. about a quarter of my youtube videos had to be deleted because of copyright. the videos are made to sync with the song so this silly audioswap business isn't going to be any help, sorry, thanx for trying. this is so annoying, i slaved over these videos. while none of my ~best works~ were deleted, there were several with disabled audio that i was quite fond of including a fred astaire and ginger rogers tribute set to "lose control" by missy elliot. edgy, i know. but now nobody has the pleasure of watching it except me. ugh. i guess i'm just going to have to start using more obscure songs for my videos. check out one of the 18 videos remaining ~ my channel is d1sintegration [named aaages ago when i was obsessed with that song by the cure, okay ?]

on a more cheerful note, i now have everything i need for germany except for boots. i have issues with buying boots because my calves are abnormally slim, so boots are always too wide and look completely ridiculous. but anyway on saturday i hit piccadilly circus in carlton and as far as successful purchases go, i got ~

~ a red wool and cashmere duffel coat, $149 ;

~ black wool/angora gloves, $24.95 [i can't find a good picture that looks similar]

~ black acrylic scarf, $24.95 [ditto].

i would post an outfit photo but tbh the webcam photo quality is just awful so i'd rather wait until i get a decent camera. [i actually do have a sort-of-okay camera, but i lost the cord that connects it to the computer. shhhh.]

on sunday i hit the camberwell markets with the family. my 11-years-old-as-of-march-6 sister, sophie, has been obsessed with the idea of busking lately so she brought her ipod speakers and sang this is me from camp rock. in case you haven't guessed, my sister and i are basically the most divergent siblings you can get when it comes to personality. anyway she bolted about 5 minutes after she started because dad was monitoring her and she wanted him to "go away", being helplessly infantile as usual, and eventually we all met up at the coffee shop.

it was pretty slim pickings at the market, clothing-wise, but i spotted a fabulous 80s party dress. it was strapless, cream and had three matching rosettes at the bust and the waist [it's a lot less weird and ugly than it sounds]. the dress is the exact same shape that i want for my formal dress and i was endeared to the cute details but unfortunately it had perspiration stains. gross.

eventually i got a pair of cute mesh gloves for $10 ~

such a small touch but nevertheless made me feel 50x more chic.

anyway i must stop writing because i have a health and human development 3/4 sac in two days and i am incapable of studying at the moment [as if i'm ever capable of studying]. it sucks because i can't dismiss it as not counting because it DOES count .. i have an english 1/2 sac on medea on friday but i'm not really stressing because i like essays and all i have to do is write notes. whereas i don't know shit about ishchaemic heart disease or w/e. so, bai for now.