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
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.
what's the girl on the extreme right doing...?
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