You must be, said the Cat, or you wouldn't have come here.

I feel a desperate need to be singing really loudly out of either T of April's car window on the way to a waterfall or something. It's a cold Tuesday morning and I feel a tad jipped my uni timetable didnt extend to three days. I like being at uni, but staying at home,blogging and then heading off the work is so unsatisfying. (By work I mean the non world saving one).

Huge and view altering recommendation by a friend: a 2 hour doco called Zeitgeist. Absolutely mind blowing and I have been practically shoving it down peoples throats in an effort to get them to watch it. (Against my personal principles, but seriously, just watch the doco.) You can view it from Google Videos, just type in Zeitgeist.

Ok off to get fake and plastic.

Love and all that is good,

Jackie x

the tortoise and the hippo

For Amy Elizabeth, because she's a fat shit who is constantly aggravating me.

18 reasons why I love her:

1. When I say to her "You remind me of the babe" she says "what babe" and I say "the babe with the power" and on it goes.
2. When I also say huh, she says what, and then we both say shoe. I don't really know why, it just happened one day.
3. She has the most kick arse hardcore family in the world who miss me when I haven't been around.
4. My family miss her when she's not around
5. She travelled half the world but still got sad over Dove soap because it reminded her of me.
6. 4 words: So did you bitch.
7. The night I practically got alcohol poisoning she invented a vomit bucket thing out of enviro bag and a plastic bag.
8. She's a sausmench.
9. Cheap wine + Lucy's party this year + a desperate need to pee.
10. She puts up my sisterly and retarded ways, eg; constantly embarassing her.
11. Once we stayed in bed all day reading Breaking Dawn. Then we went and ate our bodies weight in pancakes.
12. She has double eyelashes. DOUBLE FUCKING EYELASHES.
13. She listens to emo music. I'm talking Atreyu, I killed the Prom Queen bullshit.
14. When we watched The Bucket List, we bawled our eyes out for a good hour.
15. She actually pays for her extra sauces at the Uni bakery. When every other person just steals them
16. She held my hand and spoke the perfect rambling crap when I got two of my tattoos.
17. She met up with my dog in Greece.
18. She's alway has been and will always be there.

Happy birthday for Wednesday wanker. Love you.

Tell me about the days when we were seventeen

Col and I bumming at QUT.

The colour of the sky on Thursday I think it was . I'm a little bit obsessed with sky this colour so I had to take a photo.

The last four days have contained so much blogging material my brain has pretty much leaked out of my ear just by the strain of trying to remember it all. Basically at the moment I am still suffering acute exhaustion from my latest exploits and I am unable to write anything. So much to write but nothing worthy of writing down!

Basically worked for Amnesty International on Friday, campaigning for a cool lady called Justine Masika. Get on the Amnesty site and read her story. I am pretty much in love with her. I met some rockin people but also some very shit ones who I had planned to write about, but do not want to grant them a space on this entry.

Anyway it was a good day, dramatic and hard but ultimately I'm very impressed with myself and T. Her ability to drive in the city and listen to my babble and wake up at shitty hours of the morning and rescue me from the city at night deserve many, many snaps.

Friday night was slightly insane, April, Amy, Stace and I went to a house party of a uni mate of mine, now also a colleague. It was a crazy, alcohol infused and very fun night. We made a buttload of friends and just had a good time chilling with new and exciting people. I'm very keen on change at the moment. New people and new experiences have been coming hard and fast and I am truly loving it. Being comfortable and doing the same things with the same people (minus a few) has become so passe. The taxi back to Aprils house at 2am was a hoot, the taxi driver inspired all of us. He told us all about the musicians he'd seen live (Prince, Billy Joel etc) and we were all suitably jealous. We included him in all our conversations and I spent alot of the journey asking him innane questions but he was terribly charming and answered "That first breath of air in the morning" when I questioned what made him happy.

On Saturday, Stacey, April and I literally spent the whole day snuggled up in bed together sleeping. Amy left early to watch her little brothers baseball game so it was just us three dead to the world for the whole of Saturday. It was kind of cozy, I kept waking up (Not a good day sleeper) and I felt very where I was supposed to be with two of my loser best friends snuggled next to me mumbling occasionally.

Yesterday, I spent the day hanging with Col and Flynn. It was QLD music fest, but we didn't come across much music. Instead we spent the day roaming around the Botanical Gardens choosing which boat we'd own and talking shit. We went to Borders for a good while and Flynn borrowed a buskers guitar and Col and I kind of sung next to him on the street haha. It was good day.

Finally, today, first day back at uni. I had my first World Religions lecture and it was utterly fabulous. I was so ready to be back in a position of learning information, particulary information I want to learn about that I just absorbed so much and am already doing the readings for that subject. The lecturer was cool and there was a cute guy. This semester is looking good.

Brodie wrote me a beautiful text message today. We're kind of emotionally growing together atm, sounds kinda ridiculous but we both get it and the prettiest part was this. "Your support, encouragement, harsh criticism, scarily accurate observations, awesome blogs and just you-ness have gotten me through more than you can imagine." Isn't that the prettiest gosh darn thing you could ever hear from someone whose opinion you value?

Everyone go to http://www.babelgum.com/ and watch the new Coldplay Strawberry Swing film clip. It is an incredibly little 3 minutes or so of visual pleasure.

Nothing else to really report on and even the things I do report on are very irrelevant and boring anyway.

Love and more as always,

Jackie. x

Barbados and space junk

Made three new friends today, they were utterly fabulous and also ridiculous. I got a great laugh and a even greater debate out of being with them, so: success. One was from Barbados. I can safely say I have never met anyone from Barbados, so that is even cooler. All I know about Barbados is that it is a) in the Carribean and b) Rihanna comes from there.

I'm a little bit nervous and a lot excited, I'm embarking on this new adventure in my life. Something I think I desperately need because well the comfort zones have gotten just too comfortable.

For a year that started out super slow and highly unproductive, 2009 is shaping up to be a big one. I'm feeling busy and a bit scattered but I would rather be busy and scattered than bored and apathetic.

Hmm, time for a list because I feel like it. I love this blog business, its so self indulgent.

Things I want RIGHT NOW:

1) Peace, obviously.

2) The perfect black sportsgirl pumps to come in my size.

3) April to have an amazing job and for a large piece of space junk to fall on Jo jo, her boss.

4) For my annoying and beautiful friend Brodie to be sitting in my bedroom, facing me and talking shit and eating some sort of confectionary.

5) Sleep and lots of it.

6) To see my buddy Tash. I haven't seen that boy in MONTHS!

7) For another large piece of space junk to fall on Fox news corporation head office.

8) The Last American Man, a book I've been wanting for ages. Might buy it tomorrow actually.

9) A bigger book shelf

10) Caloundra Music Festival, Woodford Folk Festival and Sounds of Spring tickets.

11) Last but not least, for Amy to find the PERFECT first night out as an 18 year old outfit. Then she can give everyone a break by not stressing anymore.

So God, if you're reading: any or all of the above would be cool. Thanks!

Haha

♥

Jackie xo

I've seen this before but forgotten how outrageous it is, so take a look:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IwIRNM5noY

So you don't know where you're going and you want to talk.

Found this little gem of my personal writing in a random file on my computer at some un-Godly hour this morning. I have no recollection of writing it, which is even cooler. I actually enjoyed reading this, rare because I generally loathe my writing.

“The coolest things about me are mostly things that you will probably never know. In the process of judgement and pigeonholing me, either by the way I look, where I work or where I live, you will most likely miss the important things. Like, that I have best friends who are identical twins, or that nearly everyone in my friendship group plays a musical instrument and is a book nerd. You won’t get to know that another best friend has the single most contagious laugh in the world or that I grew up riding horses in a small country town. You won’t know that my favourite time of day is hazy orange sunset or that I don’t ever brush my hair or that I rarely wear shoes and I prefer to dance instead of walk. You will not know that I collect books and postcards and that I want to devote my life to social justice.
The same goes for me. I judge people and slot them into categories just as quickly and efficiently as everyone else. Bit of shame, really what we’re all missing out on.”

Ooh. Profound. Haha, have a good day lovelies.

Love and lots of it,

Jack x

Angelas Ashes and Tis

This blog is for T & AP. T: for saying "that she would totally wear a heart suit to help," & because she's my favourite type of pretty.

April because so long as there is Father Sky and Mother Earth she'll be sending me lists of music to download & also because it meant alot to me that she thinks even, a teeny bit, that I can fix something like womens issues throughout the world.

Firstly, the biggest lamington in the world today was baked in Ipswich today. If I got my serious hat on, I could blog about the travesty of a mattress resembling lamington making 3 news stations and the recent eviction of the Cambodian families making none, but I'm too darn hyped a the moment anyway. So, because of this lamington-mattress looking thing I had intense cravings for lamingtons, so I just got home from a spontaneous trip to Woolworths with T & A for lamingtons. We bought iced coffee and cupcakes too.

Alarmingly it has come to my attention that the last three nights have consisted of T and I trotting somewhere in search of food. I've got nothing to say to that, except giggle a little.

April said the most beautiful thing just before. "I want you to fix something for me in the world, ok" Apparently she has got something Earth shattering to show me about the conditions of womens rights tomorrow. What a pretty thing to say to someone. April: I'll try my best.

Finished The Book of Rapture. Twas beautiful but the ending was terribly anti climatic. Reading the Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut again. I read it halfway through then got distracted, so going to complete it this time.

I'm going for a long hot shower, tomorrow is a big day for a buttload of reasons.

Arriverderci,

Jackie x

PS-In loving memory: Frank McCourt.

Hot chocolate and office chairs

Lounging in office chairs for about half an hour @ Officeworks. Instant mood lifter.

Spirit levels: improved. Leukaemia foundation door knock appeal: successful. Worst and most grating excuse out of whole experience: “We already support ALOT of foundations,” says the owner of the nicest house in our street. As if this justifies her not swinging some change that probably lurks underneath her car seat and in coin cups around her house in my collection bag. Whatever, all I can hope for her is that her children never get leukaemia and that she never has to know what is feels like to rely on the generosity of other people. (I just wrote that like I personally know how it feels. I don’t but I can only imagine.)
Other than charming people from my neighbourhood into giving me money, I tagged along with T to get stationary for uni from Officeworks. Did you know that Officeworks is open until 9pm? I certainly didn’t! Oh, the convenience of always knowing you can buy staples and other such irrelevant materials until 9 o’clock at night... But anyway, stationary makes everyone happy, even me, who has no real care for paper and instruments of organisations. (I swear to God, the things people convince themselves that they need. When did stationary get so high tech? What happened to crayolas, pencils and the fanciest thing anyone owning being purple glue sticks?) But, Officeworks turned out to be an oasis for my down in the dumps mood, there were office chairs to lounge on, colour ins to do, pens to test and, the piece de resistance: a free coffee, tea, hot chocolate machine. Which was obviously one of those things that companies put there so that they seem people friendly and convenient, but should you ever actually use it, you get the feeling that you really shouldn’t be. Being young and obnoxious broke and bored, we didn’t care. We got our money’s worth of that hot chocolate and the free colour ins they had at the kiddies table, which we happily sat at for a good forty minutes. I.K gave her colour-in to me with a beautiful message on the back. She's good at annoying me till I smile. "Jack, you'll permanently find your island one day :) have fun on the ship while you can, it won't last forever," was my favourite bit,
A, T, I.K and I then went back to Teagan’s house where we spoke shit, listened to MJ (a permanent fixture in our hangouts since he died that I’m hoping is going to phase out soon), read and facebooked funny people.
Lessons learnt today: 1) Do not underestimate humans. 2) Free hot chocolate tastes better than bought hot chocolate. 3) My friends never cease to amaze me with their uncanny ability to say the right thing and make me forget why I’m sad to begin with 4) That the range of pens in Officeworks is absolutely phenomenal. When did the features of a pen become so important? 5) You can actually miss strangers who became friends within a 6 day time frame.
I am feeling a bit inspired. A friend has an idea brewing and it sounds like a doozy.
Don’t forget to donate to the Leukaemia people should they come to your house!
Love,

Jackie x

PS-The photo is of I.K and I in the Valley one night with a middel aged man wearing a wig, heels, tights and toting a hot pink clutch. This photo does not relate to this entry at all..except that it was a small window of oppurtunity to display this photo yet again. I still cannot get my head around this.

In the summer time when the weather was fine

Caloundra Music Festival. Drinking margaritas, not changing out of bikinis, reading on the balcony.

Fishing Club, a day of fish, chips,hooning & Strawberry Fields.
Philippine island of Boracay with Mum and Dad. Most glorious sunset in the world. We were on the way to dinner, walked out of our hotel room and just ran into the water instead. Whats food to a random display of brilliance by Mother Earth herself?

After I had my shower and finally decided to do something with my day, the weather was beautiful and only a tad crisp so I put on teeny running shorts and a tshirt. Within minutes I was in jeans and a jumper. It wasn't just a tad crisp after further investigation. It was fucking cold. I HATE Winter.

I guess this is what inspired me to find my favourite photos from the Summer just past. The memory of being able to walk around half naked, being able to live in shorts and tshirts and eat paddle pops and have salty beach hair and skin and night swim and fish and smell Gardenias and Jasmine and drink on verandahs is driving me mental. Instead I'm living in custom winter uniform, with dry scaly hands and the prospect of more early mornings on public transport to uni looming, with over weight and self important business men.

This entry has turned into a big whinge fest. Sorry.I just woke up from a 2 hour power nap, by brain is still regaining function. Quick reminder: the world is good, brain.

Off to collect money for Leaukemia Foundation Door knock appeal soon. Hopefully my neighbours are feeling generous and that Basin Pocket has a sunny aura of good energy and good deeds tomorrow.

Love,

Jackie x

Now all we have is AIDS, crack and techno.

Above picture has no relevance to this blog, except that it was 40 years since Woodstock Festival on Saturday and my jealousy at the people who went and my outrage at the universe for playing the big old trick of birthing me almost TWO generations too late hit an all time high.

Craving for ice cream almost satiated last night, 9 o'clock spontaneous quest for ice cream with T. Cold Rock: shut. Baskins: shut. Not happy. We ended up snacking at Mcdonalds. See, not too long ago we would have been able to grab slurpees and sit in Trav (T's car) at the water tower, in typical hick small town style, gazing at stars and talking about jeepers creepers. However, one of our regular 7/11 Indian buddies (or so I thought) just had to go and ask me to dinner, so it's been awkwardness and slurpiless ever since.

Anyway, it was amazing what a Chicken Snack Wrap and a icey cold, watered down Mcdonalds drink can do for the soul. Chicken soup for the soul? Try Chicken snack wrap and diluted sugar water for the soul.

Today I'm supposed to be re-entering into the real world and hanging out with Olly, he just got his P's and is rearing for the oppurtunity to drive. However, at 9.30, having woken up an hour ago I feel the need to do nothing more than sit in bed. I should possibly clean my den of a bedroom, the floor seems to be MIA.

Hopefully doing lots of good deeds for humanity this week in the form of work for Amensty International. Lots of things have been getting my goat atm, esp the forced eviction of low income families in slum dwellings in Cambodia. I encourage everyone to go to www.amnesty.org, its so so important and what is required is signatures not money so hop to it.

Trying to sort out my uni timetable. UQ signon and all of the accompanying shit is the most complex thing in the world, my hair is already falling out with the stress of all the clashes of my subjects. I'm doing World Religions, Popular Music from 1950's onwards and Power, Politics and Society all of which I am looking forward to intensely.

I am rambling and prolonging my inevitable room clean. Not to mention denying Oliver the oppurtunity to drive. "I've managed to score the car! Got plenty of movies too. And frankfurts!" his text message read this morning. haha.

Ciao pretties

Sunshine,

Jackie x

PS: Disclaimer: I am not vain enough to think that anyone is actually interested in what I have to say about anything. These blogs are soley for my benefit and gratification and my friends get a kick out of it too.

Pink Floyd & instant memories.

I'm terrifically bored, craving ice cream and all in all feeling a little emotionally spent and a lot physically tired. I'm resenting the thought of university next week and the fact that AMUNC shenanigans are truly over. And so the all consuming feeling of not doing enough for the condition of the planet returns.

So, apart from downloading albums using torrents (just downloaded Pink Floyd, The Wall Album and havefinally realised the major fuss) watching youtube videos and discussing the weeks events with a friend and drinking buddy, Col, I'm uploading some of my favourite polaroid pictures, for no particular reason other than I love them and want to.

One is of my friend Flynn, sitting on my verandah playing his guitar Evie. It was during the week my parents were still holidaying in Asia and my house became a party central share house. That day we were all getting ready for a guitar toting city adventure (mostly because I hadn't had the oppurtunity yet to look like an awesome, cultured, guitar carrying person with Marley, the BEAUTIFUL guitar a bunch of my buddies got me for my 18th) and Flynn was waiting in his usual chilled manner for us to get our shit together and go. I walked past him on my way to the kitchen and just thought he looked so cool, the setting so right so I snapped this classic photo.

The other, of the group sitting in the circle, is our city adventure. We ended up at the Botanical Gardens where we spent the whole day sitting in a circle as Flynn and Tash played guitar and we all sung. I learnt Walk the Line that day on my guitar and all in all it was a lovely, summer holiday spent in the sun. We all sung "You're a part time lover and a full time friend" to a cute young couple making out kind of near us who were nice enough to come up for air to take this photo.

The last photo is at my secret-parents-are away 18th party. Theres nothing particularly special about the photo, except if you ask Colin, he'll tell you that the photo is all about the side burns he was growing at the time. I just like that its a completely candid shot, I'm most likely yelling at Daniel as I so often spend my time doing when he's around.

Off for a hot shower, a good book and some burning of incense.

Sweet dreams and loveliness

Jackie x

RIP Polaroid Cameras♥

We the Peoples.

In dedication to the pretty souls I met during AMUNC2009.

I actually had a post on here but as is usual with everything I write, I hated it as soon as I finished writing it. But hiii, I'm Jackie. I'm an irrelevant Journalism student, desirous of ridding the world of evil through my truthful and hard hitting stories but I am also an idiot, so don't take anything I say seriously.

I like tattoos and books, music, postcards and sunshine. I fucking hate rain and Winter. I despise birds that swoop (magpies, to be speicific) but I love animals in general. Above all that I love humans and I enjoy politics, philosophical chats, travelling, food and my friends.

I just had a killer week at AMUNC which truly is a difficult thing to explain, even to friends and family, but it stands for Asia Pacific Model United Nations Conference so I'll let you try and figure out what it is. I wasn't actually a delegate in it or anything, instead a member of the International Press Gallery for the Australian newspaper, covering the 3rdGA♥. I'm actually completely devastated that this week is over, I met some of the coolest people ever and was able to fully experience the awesome sense of camarederie and spirit that comes with teenagers and young adults coming together because they want to do something more than just exist on their uni holidays. The social events were all filled with booze and dancing and the days were filled with finding solutions to the food crisis and implementing indigenous land rights., plus in our GA a bit of singing, dancing and a hell of a lot of laughing.

The people I met were like a breath of fresh air, all as inspiring and amazing as each other and the impression that this week has left on me is unlikely to shake off anytime soon.

But anyway, I'm going to stop waxing lyrical about my ridiculously awesome week and start getting ready for work. Eurgh, back to the real world, I know, yuck.

Oh and I'll always say what book I'm reading, so at the moment

The Book of Rapture by Nikki Gemmel, its lovely.
Favourite quote so far: (Among many that I've underlined in the book)

"The sun and all light have forever fused themselves into my heart and upon my skin."

Au revoir mischief makers,

love, love and peace,

Jackie x
PS- The photos from left to right: Caitlin and I at the General Assembly with our ghetto press gallery sign, The 3rd GA (hottest and most spirited GA) in our committee room and Jack, delegate for Spain and I at the finale ball.