Err.

Quick update because I've been labeled a wench.
Should have given more attention to the older fergus I referred to in previous blog. Despite the fact he run's over wildlife, has an OCD tic that makes him say 'stop it' an absurd amount and his body language perpetuates female repression-particularly in shooshing me, he's a good egg. He's ridonkulously funny and well, sets my bean on fire. THANK YOU FACEBOOK FOR BRINGING US TOGETHER..**

ANYWAY-pretty good day today actually. Spent the majority of the day driving from Ipswich to Uni and vice versa but got to hang with Flynno who I haven't in ages and played pool in red room with said Fergus who failed dismally.

Looking forward to the weekend yip yip.
But anyway, it's Glee night. I'm feeling, yes, gleeful.
Love,
Jackie
xoxoxoxoxxo
**Disclaimer: Poetic lisence has been used in this entry.

Be prepared for the worst my love, for it lives next door to the best

Just a quick assortment of pics. The first is a tattoo that I like with the quote "What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly," by Richard Bach, a Yank writer. The second is my favourite photo of Chris and Gwyn ever. So pretty, so nice, the love just leaks through the megapixels. They look like they are in their own little world and someone just took a snap, which is probably what did happen. The last is a polaroid, my favourite type of photo with a Buddhist quote, which you should be able to read. Make of it what you will.
Epic headache, feeling slightly better today. Hells yes for $5 food vouchers at uni, simply for being politically active and voting. Theres a whole bunch of uni students walking around with these white pieces of paper and I feel slightly like we're in the Great Depression with our ration cards. Eh, if it means beer battered chips and aoli at the Red Room later, I'll take it.

Mid-semester break next week, I'm anticipating beach times and alcohol times. yip.

Love,

Jackie xxooxx

daddy you're a fool to cry.

I enjoy this.

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ps-I miss high school.

Songbird, you've got tales to tell.

My my my, the last month has wrung me dry and arse raped me. Sorry loyals – Stacey and T. The amount of sleepless, drunken nights should say something for my lack of posts, right? Probably not, a true blogger would still be up to date, even if life and silly nights out came along and take over. So, once again-sorry.
Yes, well things have been more than a little ridiculous, I’m paying for my recklessness and partying ways now though and boy has life changed, already. It alarms me how quickly things happen in small amounts of time, acquaintances become friends, sisters turn 18, I try to give up swearing, Amy starts falling head over heels, I make friends with an older Fergus, run over a possum, I rediscover my wardrobe, I survive on 2 hours of sleep two weekends in a row, Dad buys a vintage Mercedes benz, Kanye West makes a fuckwit of himself, I get rejected but become someone’s best friend and I rub shoulders with Australia’s most famous journalists. Among other things that have suddenly shifted in my world! Things I don’t even understand yet. The world is just this ever evolving thing, one second things are this way and the next second they are not. Or vice versa.
So this weekend I gave my body and sanity much needed R&R. I stayed home Friday night, making brutal headway on Hunter S. Thompsons “Kingdom of Fear,” which I’m loving. Saturday night I went to the 90th birthday party of Pedro, one of mum’s clients. He’s a Phlip (Philippino) but very much Spanish, and yes, while I did spend half the week dryly calling the event a “farewell party,” I had an awesome time. All his huge family were there, flown in from as far as Darwin, Japan and America and it was lovely seeing them all together. There’s something about families that just gets to me, maybe because mum dad and I are the only ones of ours that we have? I’m not sure, perhaps it’s the inherent loneliness of an only child who grew up with an emotionally absent father. It could be a range of things but I spent the night holding back tears. The food was good, the music good and the people in true Philippino style were friendly. I love Philippinos, I’ve decided. I mean despite their/our tendency to arrive an hour later to everything and to yell unnecessarily, it’s a huge part of my life.
Last night, Amy and I volunteered for AK&Co, a weirdo, new company who were in charge of running “A Night of Musical Elation” which was an Amnesty International sponsored benefit concert to raise money for Nigerian man sentenced to death by the Indonesian government, long story really, but basically involving injustice and bullshit. Amy worked backstage and I worked behind the bar, serving red and white wine and beer to middle aged yuppies. It was a good night, I enjoyed myself and the people were fairly cool. And ultimately, if it saves an innocent life, I cannot think of anything better.
At the moment my heart is hurting and I feel like someone has stolen my belly. Which, physically, would be kind of cool. But seriously, I’d like to feel like I can breathe again without crying and I’d really, really like my belly back.
Snaps to Stacey for dealing with my histrionics at an un-Godly hour this morning. And now Teagan and Emily for feeding me up with cold pancakes, blueberry cordial and mulberries.
The 18 things I love lists are coming, T, Stace and Kendra. I pinky swear.
Love,
Jackiexoxo

PS-I'm redesigning myself, starting with a new font on my blog. The little counts too.

April's lost because its June

18 things I love about April Coogan.

1-Her name is April (!) Like the month, which not only is cool, but gets snaps because she has to put up with all those stupid ‘but its September’ jokes.
2-She always always has a ‘song for me.’ (to download) 99% of the time a song that I will absolutely love.
3-She’s a punk. Eff you.
4.Reh.
5. She vomited mi go reng in my sink the morning after my 18th birthday party.
6. She does cute things like buy a Buddha candle for me coz she knows I’ll like it.
7. We’ve been business buddies since grade nine and will be for a long time.
8. She does the BEST impersonations. I’m dumping my kids at her house for storytime everynight when we're older. The voices she’ll do for all the charachters!
9. Oh no senor, I’m a Puerto Rican lady!
10. My dog(s) vacations at her house
11. Her random acts of kindness always make me smile, even the ones not directed at me
12. Her amazing contagious laugh that fills up rooms and can be heard from a suburb away
13. Her mums obsession with Disney.
14. How she always wants to bask in our presences.
15. She sat next to me on one of the best nights of my life, Coldplay concert 09.
16. We used to talk on the phone every Saturday night for a minimum of 2 and a half hours, without fail.
17. Hamburgers and sippah straws please and thankyou J
18. In grade 8 when we ‘discovered’ each other, I thought I had found one of the coolest people I’d ever met. Turns out I was right.
Happy birthday Moo.
Love, Jackie.

Beans, pillow talk, birthdays, tequila and big vaults of happiness.

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So much happenings I actually feel overwhelmed!

Firstly: its Aprils 18th birthday today, bow chickkkaaaaa wowow. Karaoke tonight, so very keen. (But not a keen bean, that phrase will never again leave my lips)

Happy Birthday April, your 18 things I love about April Coogan is coming soon.

and SECONDLY: Mine and Jack's little video project turned out to be raging success, he was selected to represent Australia out of 1100 applicants in London at The Global Chagemakers Conference. I am absolutely bursting with pride and excitement for him.

The amounts of fun I have been having since about Thursday last week should be illegal.

In a brief nutshell, because this entry would be the size of the Bible if I waxed lyrical about every little detail..

Thursday: Uni (always fun, Thursdays are zee best day of the week.) After uni, Jude and I walked back to his place for a close friends birthday celebration. It was love, love, love. Volt bought a big bundle of South African food as a surprise for Jude and I have never seen someone so excited to see mayonnaise in their life. The heart felt speech Jude gave after his little surprise was the most beautiful thing I've heard in awhile. Everyone in the room was still, absorbing the truths and wonders that Jude was saying. Until he stated that we all knew he was a man of few words, the only thing heard in the room after that was snorts and derisive laughter.

I ended up crashing at Judes place where Espana and I stayed up until a ridiculous hour chatting about everything. It was an epic pillow talk session.

The next night was Jude's actual birthday party. Translate: a massive open party complete with an abundance of college uni sluts and alcohol. Like all of Jude and Volt's parties, the vibe was such that it is impossible not to make friends and that we did, some cutie patootie College girls.

There was a English sexual predator retard, but we won't waste time talking about him.

It was a great night, I had oodles of fun (tequila shots possibly aided that alot) and I don't think I have laughed as hard as I did on the train ride home. All I have to say to those who will get it is bean.

The weekend was just FUN. Good old fashioned teenaged shenanigans.

This week has kind of been a blur and it went very quickly. I aced my music quiz, albeit a slightly irellevant music quiz, but still, I aced it. :) I spent an absurd amount of time at Judes, their place is like the social hub, its great. And anytime spent with the beesstt choco men, is time well spent.

Oliver had to go and fuck up Lola, the smexy BMW that had only been in his posession for a whole of what felt like 3 seconds. (4 days it was I think)

All I can say on the topic is that I'm just glad it wasn't his head that was being folded into itself, like the roof of the car. :(

Had a fun old hangout at the twins on Thursday after uni, we ate nachos and did nothing. T's car battery was retardo so we went and drove around for a good 40mins recharging it which was fun.

Saw 'Inglorious Basterds' last night with Spain and I was surprisingly entertained by a movie that contained so much onscreen violence, something I cannot stomach, ever.

I really can't think of anything else to write about but thats been the happenings of my week.

Once again been impassioned by something: http://callandresponse.com/trailer.html

Watch it beanies! Very, very worth your while.

Oh and its Spring which yay means lots of good things like pretty clothes and beach trips. But last night I had a nightmare about magpies so, you can see the mental frazzled state I am in becuase of this godforsaken season.

Sorry about the boring, boring blog.

Lots of love and beans

Jackie xxxxxxxx