You make my blood boil

Did you know that blood boils at 100°C? Yeah I didn’t either... but I have realised that I must be getting really hot and bothered recently due to the fact I can feel my blood boiling away under my skin. So many inconsiderate things that people do really grate on me! This may be the longest blog in existence... as I get annoyed and angry at many things, but ill keep it somewhat short and sweet. I swear you guys will hate them all too by the end of this if you don’t hate them already haha

PEOPLE WITH NO SPATIAL AWARENESS/NO CONCEPT OF THEIR SURROUNDINGS

Being a dancer, from a very young age I have been taught to be aware of my surroundings. And whilst at the time of learning, it was purely for unison movement and timing; it has begun to seep into everyday life. With this acute sense of spatial awareness you notice the people walking twenty feet ahead, you see the cars slowing to turn and you have the fine tuned ability to just sense there is someone waiting behind you. Now I’m not trying to say that dancers are superior, we have just been blessed with having to deal with it on a regular basis. BUT! Not everyone is as lucky as us. There are people in this world that literally have zero concept of what is going on around them and aren’t aware that they are not the only person in the world. And sorry to be a little bit racist... But I have to admit that it is usually foreigners or tourists that are now in Melbourne... That really make me want to scream and shout. Just the other day I was waiting in line for the ATM and the girl in front of me got her money, and then proceeded to put her bag up near the screen and scrounge through it trying to find her iPod.... I stood there for about a minute before I finally had to say, "Can you please do that somewhere else?". She literally had zero idea that there I was, standing right behind her for an extended period of time. Then there are the people that just stop in doorways. WHYYY?!?!?! Clearly that is a space for people that need to move in and out of the store OR tram. Don’t get on and just stand at the top of the tram steps. Move in because you aren’t the only person getting on! Hahaha even writing this I am getting more and more furious at how completely ignorant and oblivious some people are. Don’t cross a road without looking... because it is probable that you will die. Don’t just stop in the middle of a pathway where there are quite clearly people walking. Because if you end up standing in front of me I WILL make you look like a fool and embarrass you. My problem is I lack the virtue of patience with people who are just downright stupid. And that’s not being mean... I just generally don’t have time for people that clearly have zero sense of the world they live in. Eyes need to be opened people. Start noticing what’s going on around you and how inconsiderate you are being to others.... Then I won’t need to have a go at you when you do it to me hahaha... I feel I should end this here before I rage out of control.

 

PEOPLE WHO DO NOT CLOSE THEIR MOUTH WHEN THEY EAT

Oh... my... god... Talk about my biggest pet hate in all existence. This is something that makes me cringe and sick at the same time. Do not smack your lips, slurp your soup and chew with your mouth open. It is not good etiquette... and most of all, DO NOT DO IT ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT. ENOUGH SAID!


THE MELBOURNE MYKI SYSTEM

As already discussed  - CLICK HERE

PEOPLE WHO FOLLOW TRENDS TO LOOK COOL BUT DON'T DO ANYTHING THEY ACTUALLY ENJOY.

These people are the worst of the worst in my books. I just cannot comprehend trying to be something, or someone that you are not. These small things don’t actually change how people perceive you... If it makes you feel better, then go right ahead, but honestly... does it??? Listening to music that your friends like, so you can fit in is just one teeny tiny example. I listening to some ridiculous mix of pop/punk/electro/acoustic music where half the men sound like women and every band sounds like the one before.... But just because my friends listen to Michael Jackson and Justin Timberlake and booty dance to Beyonce, doesn’t stop me from being their friend or from me begin theirs...I love that in the last year, The people who actually listen to triple J has burst through the roof... and I’m sorry if i offend people but half the music on that thing is terrible (the other half however can be pretty amazing) And the hosts are shocking and put people to sleep im sure of it. I am not going to start listening to it however, because my friends do. I don’t care if I don’t know every word to Lonely Boy by the black keys. It doesn’t change the person I am and no one should ever be so superficial as to only choose friends who listen to that music...Another thing ive noticed people do is watch a Television show they hate, but know it will make great conversation with the people they want to be in with. You know what... I LOVE SUPERNATURAL! It is the greatest show... I love the US version of the office better than the UK original and whilst some people think Game of thrones is really lame, you are crazy NOT seeing it!People, it is ok to be yourself and be unique... Following the rest of the crowd doesn’t make you stand out and doesn’t make you "cool" or "popular" We are out of those high school games so how about we all forget the idea of being popular and just be yourself!!

I have decided I have to end my blog here... but do not be surprised if a new post goes up with another list of all the things that make my body heat zoom to 100 Degrees...

Photography #1

So I started taking photographs this year.... of course I am a complete and utter noob with zero experience but I still volunteered to do some dancing photography for my good friend's little sister.

Since I have been dancing my whole life, it seemed only natural to try capturing it through a different medium, like the eye of an audience member capturing movement on stage. It was a great experience and I'm always looking for new people to capture.. though im yet to try headshots! I have posted a few for your enjoyment and hopefully there will be plenty more where they came from.. Enjoy!

Getting Creative

I know I'm a month late... But I decided on a whim to post this. Easter morning, my brother and sister were awoken by a slightly alternative present. I swapped the bunny for confectionary items all for a great excuse to write a zombie inspired short story. Enjoy uber noobs!

--------------------------THE 8TH OF APRIL 2012--------------------------
There’s Blood Everywhere. One second all was fine... sitting at my desk, drinking a can of coke whilst watching hilarious videos of fat people hurting themselves. The next second, Co-workers were ripping limbs off others, eating flesh and intestines, the power was out and all that could be heard were the sirens of far off help mixed up with the blood curdling screams of those around me.

I just ran. I had no idea where I was going, or who I was running from but I knew I had to hit the stairs, rocket down the 42 flights and somehow make it out of the city alive. Twice I tripped over shredded corpses, leaving my body covered in blood and me one step closer to becoming the next meal. I somehow managed to get down the stairs but the pandemonium that greeted me was just as bad. I have a feeling locking myself in the shower cubicle would have been a safer idea... The street was littered with bodies, People attacking others, Cops shooting anything that moved and the same blood curdling screams that I had heard all too much in the office building I assumed was safe. I ran down Elizabeth street, sweat dripping in my eyes, my stupid shoes had fallen off during the stair escapade, and I realise I had no phone and no contact to anyone who could possibly help.

I managed to hijack a car and made it home safely. I locked myself in, didn’t open up to my roommates and over the next few days I packed everything I thought I may need to survive the ongoing plague that has seemed to target the human race. The power is out. There is no hot water left. In fact all running water has ceased. It time to get moving, I’m thinking I will need to head north... Someplace up and out of the way... I think I may try to get to hanging rock and camp out till I hear anything more.

You finding this pack means I have either had my face ripped off, or hopefully, for my sake, I had to leave it behind. It holds many things that will help you on your journey. Keep it secret, Keep it safe! Each item holds special significance to your survival of what we have lovingly deemed “The Zombie Apocalypse”.
The Zombie blood I managed to collect... well you don’t want to know how I collected it. I heard it held special remedies to cure yourself if you were ever bitten... I didn’t want to take the chance but stored it specially anyway. Maybe you will be more game then I. The chews are a tasty snack that will raise your blood sugar levels and provide you with that extra hit of energy when chain sawing off one of those Bastard’s heads. The strontium is my own special mix of caffeine, high protein powder and nuclear goods the government gave me. I ran into a handful of them whilst moving to higher ground. Everything else inside will hopefully find some benefit to you, as it didn’t find any for me.​Stay away from the main roads and do not... DO NOT go into the city centre... They lied when they said that there was an army set up to help. You are well and truly on your own.​​​​​

                                                                                                                                       Good luck.
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If it's not broken...

After three years of being a devoted Metcard user, with zero problems, zero fines and 100% satisfaction... I finally decided this morning to take the plunge. Icy, cold, and four hours later, still knocking the breath out of me... How did anyone ever consider Myki to be a great idea? What bright-eyed man put forth this terrible idea as a way of the transporting future for Melbourne? There are so many things wrong with the system... I cannot understand why they didn’t just scrap the idea when they realised it was failing over and over again. They are temperamental plastic cards and on the first morning of working myself up to use Myki, IT FAILED! I tried to touch off at Flinders Street Station... which of course was already completely packed due to rush hour and failing machines, and it just wouldn't let me touch off! I had 100% touched on, AND the people in front of me managed to touch off... but mine didn’t work. I had to go to two more machines before I finally could get out of the station. HOW IS THIS THE WAY OF MELBOURNE'S TRANSPORT FUTURE? To me it seems like a massive step in the wrong direction and here I was being forced to follow the pack. Not even one single day without errors, Myki is leaving a bad taste in my mouth...
There were so many other options the Myki developers could have gone with. Some kind of smart phone application where you scan a barcode and it records all the ins and outs of your Public Transport life (come to think of it, this idea could be even used by police to track people down or give you an airtight alibi) and keeps you up to date with your spendings. That would have been a smart idea... And for those who didn’t have smart phones.. CONTINUE TO USE THE METCARDS! That way, even tourists could get around our city without being awfully confused. To me, it seems like $1.3 Billion dollars wasted on a terrible idea that isn’t leading us into the future... Instead it is herding us into crammed walkways and blocking up what used to be a steady flow of commuters.
Melbourne, I love you, but you’re really pushing our friendship with this one. I am already unhappy after only one day and I know there are many others who are in the same boat as me. You know... The one that's slowly sinking and will lead us to certain Doom? Start listening to your people, otherwise the point of public transport (to cut down car omissions) will only jetpack us into the opposite direction. If I owned a car, I can guarantee I would be using it by now. The metcard wasn’t broken... so why did you try to fix it?

Schmucks-ercise

After four months of not dancing and two months of full-time work, I am starting to feel a difference throughout my entire body. Not having to exercise for six hours a day anymore, I've lost strength, muscle definition and the simple urge to move! I go running every now and then.. and I do a hell of a lot of walking every single day..but still it's not enough!
Then to add onto the exercise problem, I also can no longer eat anything I want to. Last year, I lived off salt and vinegar chips and coke, but nowadays I feel like the fattest chick in the world when I sit at home and pig out.
I know I'm not the only one in this position... you get stuck in a constant cycle of rushing to work, sitting in an office all day, finishing late and then being way to exhausted to do anything remotely energetic.. The only problem with this 'cycle' is the fact it is doing nothing for my inner thighs!!
I guess it doesn't help that I'm the laziest girl in existence and I would much rather lie in a park and read then go do laps of the Tan.
Gym memberships are ridiculously expensive, organic food eats into my wallet and the closest yoga joint has weirdo class hours that I can never make in time...

I know I know.... I'm making SO many excuses.... but don't you worry... this head space is about to take part in a major shift.. If only I can keep a hold of the motivation I now have!

This blog started as a regular bitch about prices and lack of time to exercise and has now turned into a full on pledge. You read it here first! Truly Beats is going on a life changing health kick**.. All advice would be GREATLY appreciated.

** Weekends not included hahaha

On a random side note, I have started an official Truly Beats TWITTER and FACEBOOK PAGE. Follow me and you wont be disappointed! You will get all the latest updates on my photography, filming and life endeavours.. including this fat beats weight loss!!!

Intergalactic Space Love

Over the last few weeks I have spent a large chunk of my time browsing images of the universe, reading different articles and watching countless Stephen Hawking’s Documentaries. It is rather obvious, that I have a slightly obsessive personality, getting sucked in by concepts and conspiracy theories that then go on to researching the crap out of them before slowly giving up and moving onto the next. Everything from Area 51 and the Loch Ness Monster to the Bermuda triangle and the Tutankhamen Mystery.

My friend AJ told me, whilst we were both very drunk may I add, about a theory known as ‘The Giant Impactor’ Theory, which basically describes how the moon was formed. It is thought that about 4.45 billion years ago, a young planet Earth - a mere 50 million years old at the time and not the solid object we know today - experienced the largest impact event of its history. Another planetary body with roughly the mass of Mars had formed nearby with an orbit that placed it on a collision course with Earth. When young Earth and this rogue body collided, the energy involved was 100 million times larger than the much later event believed to have wiped out the dinosaurs. The early giant collision destroyed the rogue body, likely vaporized the upper layers of Earth's mantle, and ejected large amounts of debris into Earth orbit. Our Moon formed from this debris. ( Info from HERE)

Hearing this absolutely blew my mind. This small but HUGE cataclysmic event occurred.. forming our moon and possibly leaving traces of organisms within the ocean (After all did we not all start in the water and evolve?) to go on and create us! All these events made us possible and I can absolutely not comprehend it.

The entirety of the universe is forever simmering in the back of my mind at this particular moment and I really wanted to share with you some of the most amazing photographs I have found on the World Wide Web.

For some not so light reading get into ‘A Brief History of Time’ by Stephen Hawking, or alternately go online (if you can find it) and watch ‘Into the Universe with Stephen Hawking’ OR ‘Wonders of the Universe’ presented by Brian Cox. All are so insightful and will promise to blow your mind.

Preview of a Forthcoming Supernova

NASA's Hubble Telescope captured an image of Eta Carinae. This image consists of ultraviolet and visible light images from the High Resolution Channel of Hubble's Advanced Camera for Surveys. The field of view is approximately 30 arcseconds across.

Hubble Views Grand Star-Forming Region

This massive, young stellar grouping, called R136, is only a few million years old and resides in the 30 Doradus Nebula, a turbulent star-birth region in the Large Magellanic Cloud, a satellite galaxy of the Milky Way. There is no known star-forming region in the Milky Way Galaxy as large or as prolific as 30 Doradus.

Orion's Rainbow of Infrared Light

This new view of the Orion Nebula highlights fledgling stars hidden in the gas and clouds. It shows infrared observations taken by NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope and the European Space Agency's Herschel mission, in which NASA plays an important role.

Sun's Solar Flare

A solar flare erupts on the Sun's northeastern hemisphere on January 22, 2012. Space weather officials say the strongest solar storm in more than six years is already bombarding Earth with radiation. The eruption is mostly an issue for astronauts' health and satellite disruptions

The Sombrero Galaxy

28 million light years from Earth – was voted best picture taken by the Hubble telescope. The dimensions of the galaxy, officially called M104, are as spectacular as its appearance. It has 800 billion suns and is 50,000 light years across.

Grinding my Gears

Hey there. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? So much has changed in the space of one month and it’s hard to know even where to begin explaining!! If you cannot already tell, this is a post about me and all things to do with me... So if you aren’t interested STOP READING NOW!!!!
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Good, now that I have your attention I started my first FULL TIME JOB. Oh. My. God. Waking up at 6.30 Monday to Friday really takes a toll on you. You rock up at an office... sit in front of a computer all day, then go home... And if you are me... sit in front of the computer for some more downtime before stumbling into bed to do it all again the next day.... My eyes are already bad enough with the constant texting, facebook, watching TV shows (on the computer) and staring at the intense rays of light when I weld things together. But still.... I guess my main problem with working a full time job, and something I cannot begin to fathom or comprehend... Is how anyone could sit in an office Monday to Friday... for any extended length of time (meaning THEIR ENTIRE LIFE) and be completely ok with that. I understand that as a society we need money, and without it, our place in society becomes void. But how can you waste LIFE, the life you are given once (depending on your beliefs) and waste it away working for the man. It so isn’t the type of life I want to lead. I want to travel the world and experience different cultures and do things like live above a library in Paris or just recently (thanks to AJ and Bree) do the Camino pilgrimage through Spain. I want to experience what I can in life, Rather than have a full time job, get a husband and a house, get married, have some kids, probably get divorced and marry another before dying an early death due to all the technology I have thrown at me (especially the welding). Don’t get me wrong, I understand that all I just said... may very well be another persons dream. It just isn’t mine and it never will be. I want to do what I can when I’m young and enjoy the simple things before slaving away at some job. I believe we are given one opportunity, and anyone who doesn’t want to make the most of that is downright insane. I probably shouldn’t say anymore on this subject... it really grinds my gears.
On a side note I moved house, am planning to go to England next March and I’m a single woman YET AGAIN! This is just getting ridiculous hahaha....
Stay tuned kiddy winks, I plan to start blogging a lot more from now on I promise!
PS. Me as a kid=hilarious

Buchan Scary

Happy New Year guys!!
To celebrate the rollover into 2012, the so called last year of earth, I wanted to share some thoughts I had during my own New Years celebrations. Whilst roughing it in a small campground near Buchan Caves, I was showering late at night in the camping amenities and was thinking about all the terrible things that could occur to me whilst enjoying the hot water. Surrounded by mountains and caves and untouched forest, god knows what could be lurking just outside ready to pounce on some unsuspecting victim. Here I was, in the last shower cubicle, and slowly I could hear the crying children, the old grandmother and the two drunken mother ducks leave the women's change rooms. Alone..... I couldn't help but continue to peer out from the shower curtain, expecting at any moment to see feet at my doorway or blood running down the communal plug holes. Over and over my mind clicked, thinking about all the terrible things that could happen to me in those ten minutes I spent under the hot water.... The lights could go out... someone could begin kicking shower doors in.... be waiting for me out in the dark undergrowth surrounding the change rooms... or  I could get trapped by a serial killer recently escaped from a mental asylum after years of abuse and be out for revenge on every last human being residing in Buchan...

I am very into my horror and thriller movies. I have watched a countless amount of amazing and also terrible horror flicks and the memory of those movies cannot help but swirl around in my mind when I am in a situation like that. But it got me thinking... do people who hate scary movies and never watch them, also have those types of thoughts... or do they simply have a feeling of dread that something COULD happen, but they cannot even begin to comprehend what actually might. I could sit there all night, referencing the movies I had seen, creating 100's of different scenarios that in reality.. could happen. But can someone without the prior horror movie knowledge do that?? I find that so interesting because who knows if that is simply spurred on by my wacky imagination.. or my understanding of gory, bone chilling movies that sometimes make you sick to the stomach. I would love to know what goes through peoples heads when they are alone, or scared, or hiding under the covers after hearing a scary noise outside their window. Man.... sometimes I wish I was telepathic...

but not as lame as Sookie.

Rumble in the Jungle

The new man in my life made the biggest mistake last night. We were laying there, wrapped up in the blankets trying to get to sleep and he rolled over and asked me the most typical question, "What are you thinking about?". Now, you know how at the start of a new relationship, you always want to know what is swirling around in your partners thoughts, hoping they will give you some perfect answer like, "I'm thinking about how much I love you" or "I just want to rip my clothes off and make love to you" or anything else that possibly runs along the usual thought patterns at 12.30am. You hope they are having the same thoughts as you, usually spurring on some crazy passionate moment that only can come from you asking that simple question.

With me...... this doesn't happen. To those who know me, It would come as no surprise to know that I don't work the way other people usually do. Or at least... my brain doesn't.  I mention on my profile that i think about weird things.... This of course, is no exception..

I know what they want to hear, and usually I'm kind enough to create something beautiful or passionate to say to them to please their expectations... But last night I just couldn't. I was thinking the most outlandish thing, so I could not stop myself from sharing it with him. He is laying there, thinking about me and us and what's going on in this newly formed relationship..... And I'm laying there thinking about how you could ride a roller coaster through a jungle by using a fence post rather than a motorised cart.
I should probably explain my thought process..... because my mind jumps from one weird thing to the next, leaving me with one big pile of the most insane thoughts that could ever run through a humans mind.
It stated by thinking about how much I would like to be riding a roller coaster instead of laying in bed, which moved my thoughts to the PS2 game Kingdom Hearts (One of the best games from my teenage years), and how cool it is when Tarzan slides down the tree trunks to get to the lower areas of that level. This then spurs my crazy brain forward to thinking about how much it would hurt to slide down the roller coaster tracks with your bare feet, So obviously, I imagined you were standing on a plank of wood. But then, balance comes to play...... You couldn't just have it straight across the two tracks.. because you would be propelled forward or backward.. so you'd have to turn it diagonally and try to ride it that way.

It was during this thought that Davyd decided to ask me what I was thinking about... And jeez did he get a surprising answer. No need to say that he wont be asking me that question again anytime soon!

Spitting Image

Life

It is 12:12am.  Alone, I am sitting on my couch taking in all that surrounds me. Darkness. The sound of rain. The dim screen light illuminating my face. The flashes of Lightning continue to engulf the darkness as the thunder drowns out Clair de Lune, which has played on repeat five times by now. Davyd Stockman and I talk about why we love those with so many flaws... and how it is those flaws that make someone so perfect in our eyes. We discuss life, like living it will occur some time in the future. In this present moment, our only concern is with what will occur, not what is occurring in front of our very eyes. Another lighting strike. Another repeat of Clair de Lune. More incessant rain. How could life appear so perfect in this single moment, when there is so much stress, concern, unanswered questions and unknown outcomes. It is these moments of clarity that submerge me in a sense of realisation... Whilst everything seems hazy, Life finds a way to show us why we are here. To observe. To listen. And to find beauty even in the darkest of nights.

It is 12.25 am. Alone, I am sitting on my couch taking in all that surrounds me. Darkness. Clair de Lune. The dim screen light illuminating my face... The rain has finally disappeared.

Sloth Love*

Dedicated to Brooke Amity Stamp.

SLOTH

SLOTH IN A BOX

TINY SLOTH

SHOULDER SLOTH

LIFE SLOTH

FLYING SLOTH

MOTHER TERESA SLOTH

WATER SLOTH

HUNGRY SLOTH

BIEBER SLOTH

SPACE SLOTH

CLINGY SLOTH

SCARIEST SLOTH I HAVE EVER SEEN!

* I actually have no love for the sloth.. Sadly, their extended limbs freak me out and their smeary black faces make me laugh.  Whilst finding these images meant me sifting through hundreds of freaky sloth photos from the internet, it was definitely worth the effort... Plus I used it as a way to procrastinate.. that I LOVE!

Keyboard Warriors

Over my lifetime, I've lived by the phrase "If you don't like what you see, don't look", and I think it's about time others start following suit. Basically, it means that if you see something and hate it, just stop bloody looking. Don't make it your business to comment on it, don't feel that its your responsibility to write horrible things to people or to stick your nose into something that in no way relates to you. Now, I know at times we ALL judge others on appearance, ability or actions. This is a natural human instinct. But I just do not understand the minds of Keyboard Warriors. They are those people you see writing cruel comments on people YouTubes, writing negative comments on Facebook and just being plain weak. Nothing said over a computer counts. Just as much as this doesn't count! Why cant people just be positive and optimistic? And stop making everything their problem! I'm sure your mothers told you that if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. You aren't cool, strong or better than anyone if you become a keyboard warrior. You just become another person who no one cares about. Maybe it's time for you to start practising what your parents once preached.

Holding My Threads

Written By Moira Cotnoir

When I am not surrounded by It, I have no desire for It.
I dread It, I fault It, but as soon as I am somewhat in reach of It, I get pulled towards this pleasure that I know will leave me disappointed, ignorant and doubtful. It will take away the threads of my confidence that I had collected during my time away. These threads are what It pulls on to achieve what It has set out to do. Somehow It leaves with pride and arrogance, as if It has won a unique game of chess. According to It, I am unique. One of a kind. But I fail to see this. I wonder whether these words are used on others as "unique" as myself.

It knows the possibilities, It can read my thoughts and It knows my intentions before I do. Yet It watches me figure out what It evidently already knows. All that time spent juggling the pros and cons just seems like a step in order for It to achieve Its desired outcome.

At the end I am left feeling naive. I can't understand how It has won once again and although I wish to believe I'll know better next time, I am somewhat aware that I will meet It again and be captivated by this attractions It lays upon me.

With me writing this It wins again. So congratulations.

Taylor Allan

To my dearest Taylor Roscoe Allan,
I cannot believe you are finally twenty freaking one! I'm not really sure why it is more important than turning twenty but I'm gonna follow the crowd and make a huge deal out of it. From stupid years 10's who bonded over Kingdom Hearts to now. It has been so lovely sharing so many amazing and hilarious moments with you.
So I'm not sure where to start from... but the beginning seems like a great place to start. I remember being a little tyke in year seven and all the girls coming up to me like OMG TAYLOR!! there is a BOY TAYLOR! you guys should be friends. And I was all like pft whatever man! hahaha but then we bumped into each other and you were so excited that we ate Mars Bars the same (first the outside and the caramel, then the inside goodness), how could we not become amazing friends!
Throughout the entirety of high school we never once had a single class together (much to our disappointment) but we made up for it by eating ridiculous amounts of tomato sauce smothered Dim Sims and ruling that stupid corner near the English block.
An interesting fact about us - you were the first boys house I ever stayed at! and I lied to my mum and said I was actually staying at Jess's house hahaha. It was about that time that we became linked as bed buddies until pretty much right now haha. Which was always great because I knew you wouldn't pull any crazy moves on me at sleepovers..I totally couldn't trust those other boys hahah too many bad experiences... but in return my nasal cavities will NEVER be the same from your stinky morning farts hahahaha.
So from the orange juice incident (I'm actually wetting myself laughing just typing this) to the time after deb when you were jumping on your bed and smacked your head into the shelf whilst you were off your face, to singing Kelly bloody Clarkson whilst playing kings cup at schoolies, you have been the one single human that can make me laugh until I cry.. Except German... his nursery rhyme singing at schoolies pretty much made my life hahahahaha But in all seriousness, you were always there for a laugh and always there for me whenever I have needed you. You are by far the most loyal friend I have and I know I can trust you with absolutely anything. I know we have sucked at catching up in the last few years, but I cannot wait to share so many more hilarious memories with you. I love you to death.
Happy 21st Birthday. x

Five Songs to Sing About

1. Bronte by Gotye
So if you haven't already gotten into the newest Gotye Album , Making Mirrors, I strongly suggest you do!  This guy sure isn't some kind of one hit wonder that's for sure. Wally De Backer (Gotye) has an obsession with animated films, cartooning and graphic novels and he brings these loves to life through his film clips. The song Bronte is amazing, but his coinciding film clip takes the cake. I hardly watch music videos these days, but this is already the second one from Gotye I can watch over and over again.

2. The Youth by MGMT
Whilst I have known the band for a very long time, I only recently heard this song during rehearsals with Brooke Stamp for our Graduating Dance Season at the VCA. This was the first time I sat here and watched the film clip and it is HILARIOUS! The red head takes the cake for the best dance moves. Such a chilled song that keeps me sane on the tuna-like morning tram rush.

3.Mario Kart Love Song by Sam Hart
Yes.. That's right.... A song about Mario Kart you can sing to your loved ones and guarantees to have any girl fall at your feet (taking into account she even knows what Mario Kart is). Shown to me two years ago by my talented music buddy Myles Anderson to help get us through dreaded CFI classes, this song has remained alive and well on my ipod being listened to way too much for my own good. Sam Hart is a genius for creating this original Masterpiece. Who doesn't love a guy who sings, wears a fake moustache, and makes up songs about one of the best video games in the world? Trust me, you will love it.

4. Sure as Hell by This Providence
To be honest I cannot put my finger on the reason I love this song. Maybe it is the simplicity of the guitar.... maybe it's the lyrics... or Dan Young's amazing voice (Aussie Born Perfection of course). I'm not sure but I am in love anyway. Short but sure is sweeeeeeeetttttttt.

5.  Walk on Water or Drown by Mayday Parade
Last but definitely not the least. A song I have loved for a very long time. I saw these guys live at the start of the year (Soundwave 2011) and the whole place went off, I nearly died in the Mosh and had a beautiful boy save me from being completely suffocated by crazy crowd surfers. All in all a fabulous experience hahahha. Anyway, back to the subject of Mayday Parade. If you love this song you will love all of their Music and i strongly suggest you buy their Second Album 'A Lesson in Romantics"... I sadly know every word to every song on that thing. If this isn't your style, Check out their acoustic version HERE.

Peach Fuzz

Good Afternoon all. I realised that for a blog of my random thoughts, I haven't told you much about myself. So I decided it was high time to let you in on one of my many random secrets. It isn't a secret like "I stole her necklace" or "I eat cat food" (both just examples and definitely not TRUE!), This secret is more of an obsession..... I have this random obsession with Moustaches. Not on myself (I think I would struggle trying to grow one)... not even on my boyfriends or friends.. I think it's simply the idea of a crazy curled up hairy thing dancing on the top of your lip that gets me excited. My secret obsession nearly led me to start a blog about the epic facial bristles but I found this amazing blog Fuck Yeah Moustaches and decided mine couldnt compare. Seriously, I dont know where it even streamed from. The idea of some skinny noob twisting away at his lovely mouth locks makes me laugh. They are both seedy and attractive and practically any man who can grow one, should at one stage, sport one. Even after posting this, the fascination of the hairy nose caterpillar goes on. Enjoy mine as much as I will enjoy yours!

Compilation Post

So, you are hearing this here first lucky kids! I have made an executive decision to create an installation work. It wont be dance though, it will be something I am yet to even start playing around with. I'm not sure how exactly to define it. I would tell you my idea..... but I think a secret will be way more interesting. All you can know is it involves a whole lot of questionnaires and footage of interviews and some other things I am yet to divulge.
I will however start asking people to get involved in creating this work with me, so if you are actually interested, give me a shout out on Face book or right here in the comments box.
In other news, The third year VCA kids have scored a gig at Red Bennie's on Chapel street on Thursday 27th October! Students from both Dance and Musical Theatre are going to get involved so come along and enjoy the show and support us in raising money for our graduation ball!!
And just to make this slightly more random, here is a wicked picture of a Wolf.
This is such a weird post hahaha, Enjoy!

Dancers By Aaron Jessop

Dance for many people is an outlet for the massive build-up of angst and/or creative energies which are brought on by day to day life. Dancers are often envied for their smoking hot bodies, freedom of movement and also being able to get away with twitching and making strange noises which in any other scenario would be seen as psychologically unstable. As a young man who can barely touch his knees let alone his toes, I find the sometimes unbelievably graceful and challenging choreography becomes an unsettling reminder of the fact that I probably should have started  stretching out my uber-lanking legs a long time ago. However I still hold on to the hope that I might one day be a ninja who can backflip off a bus, fly kick a panda in the face and land upside-down suspended on one thumb.

Unfortunately, like any other claustrophobically knit community, dancers are constantly at risk of over exposure to one another. Over time this can cause serious cases of passive aggression, inbred relationships and casual bitching. Having spent fourteen years as a member of a small class at a non-conventional “hippy school”, I am no stranger to these symptoms. It is important to understand that dancers, like everyone else, are human beings and will adapt to their surroundings accordingly. By working in such a close proximity, dancers achieve an indestructible bond which for better or worse may very well exist for the rest of their lives.

The complete openness and vulnerable nature of this beautiful art form often seeps into the very life of the performer. This can lead to dancers having very colourful and sometimes quirky personalities. These traits can be amplified by lack of sleep and the occasional party binge. This constant battering of their bodies leaves dancers very prone to injury. Certain measures are taken to prevent such injuries. These include but are not limited to: long baths, foam rollers, recreational yoga and arduous massage given by their physiotherapists and/or current partner.

I will conclude that despite their misunderstood and frankly confusing oddities. The general population has accepted dancers as an important part of modern society. Not only are we pleased to have such a unique brand of human being as our friends, family members and partners, we are enthralled that there are still people out there who are willing to dedicate their lives to do the things that we can only dream of doing in order to enlighten and entertain. For that we are grateful.

By Aaron Jessop. (Who needs to start his own blog for sure.)

Reckless Abandonment

Hi. I'm a pair of shoes.
I have two halves, but together we create a whole.
I am brown, worn by a man and can fit many sizes. (I'll squeeze anyone into my heart).
I am a type of shoe that takes you places. I can protect your feet from most terrains. Pavement.. Sand.. Dirt.. Grass.. Carpet.. Rocks.. Mud..  Multi Terrainer!!
I lost my owner one day, and made my way under this tree to protect myself.
It was a long and treacherous hike to get here, but I wont bore you of a story about my pain and sadness. If you've seen him, can you let him know I'm safe and unharmed.
Come find me, and be my friend. I need some friends.
I'm starting to get lonely and the ants hurt my sole.