Fancy seeing you here. Or me here, I suppose.

Apologies! So many apologies! Especially to myself. I always promise myself to blog more and whenever I have time, think about blogging, and then don't do it, I feel like a little part of me whines a little bit and then dies.

So in order to avoid a very gradual, bizarre death, I figured I should crack on and write something.

I've been inspired lately to start my own vlog on the tube of you, specifically a beauty related one. I know what you're thinking. Me and beauty couldn't possibly be at further ends of the spectrum.

How wrong you are, friend. With a face like mine, one needs as many beautifying products as one can attain. As a result/offshoot of this, I am somewhat addicted to beauty products, hair products, coveting clothing and, as I shall talk about more in a minute, beauty gurus.

Juicystar07, zoella280390, thepersianbabe, cosmeticscharlotte72 and daniellachristina1, to name just a few, have become serious instalments in my life. Basically, these 'beauty gurus' do a variety of videos on youtube such as haul videos (where they show you what they've bought on a shopping splurge recently), tutorials (teaching you how to perfect certain makeup looks) and OOTD/OOTN (outfit of the day/night). In a strange, very sad way, I consider them to be sort of my friends. They help me with my makeup, sometimes with what to wear as well, we share some of the same interests, and they make me laugh. So, thanks to these gorgeous (they all are actually gorgeous by the way) girls, who I look up to quite a lot, I want to start my own.

So thats a little something I'm considering doing, although part of me is so sure I won't be able to commit to it. Maybe I'll just make this blog a bit more fashion/beauty focused and update it more regularly? I do have a few ideas up my sleeve - a fitness diary sort of thing (I'm also addicted to these types of blogs), some products reviews, perhaps a haul when my nonpareilboutique package arrives, if it ever arrives.

Although I do like doing random ramble posts/music posts/movie posts. So maybe I won't change anything, and this whole blog post will be pointless! Terrific!

Please excuse the state of this post. Tis a little bit all over the shop, however it is 2.21 am right now and I am in the midst of a terrible cold so thinking straight is not exactly my forte at the moment.

Songs of the moment;

1. Walking Disasters - The Wombats

"If these words won't drop from your lips, I will be your freudian slip"

2. Hearts a Mess - Gotye

"Let me occupy your mind, as you do mine"

3. Fixed at Zero - Versaemerge

"There's a vulture on my shoulder, and he's telling me to give in"

4. Nasty Habits - You Me At Six

"You're the best kept secret, rolling off my tongue"

5. Euphoria, Take My Hand - Glasvegas

"Heartbreak, I'm not holding your hand anymore"

6. Techno Fan - The Wombats

"The lasers fill our minds with empty plans"

7. Mrs Actually - The Like

"We'll travel to the sky, but you leave me behind"

And my favourite lines from each one. I know these aren't actually songs of the moment, as in the general nowish moment, as they aren't all recent songs. But I'm having a phase for them all right now.

Anyone got any good music suggestions? Nothing shit please, although I do admit Versaemerge borders on being not exactly very quality - but I like them OKAY?

Also, can I just say, how fucking brilliant The Wombats are. God. Fuck. So good.

Anyway, time for study/vomit.

Me and friends being cows or bulls or something whack at Groovin the Moo 2011 in Canberra. What the fuck are we doing...

Must love dogs.

This is Lulu. She's the little doggie of some friends of ours who are letting us take care of her for the weekend.

She sleeps on my bed - it's like having a miniature hot water bottle that is kind of alive.

This picture doesn't do her justice. She is so gorgeous.

Anyway. This isn't very interesting. I just thought everyone could appreciate how darn adorable she is.

All dolled up.

While quite terribly sick over the past few days, I've been indulging in one of my most favourite guilty pleasures - period/costume dramas - specifically Downton Abbey (2010) (fabulous, marvellous, amazing and shocking) and Wives and Daughters (1999) (charming, sweet and romantic). What I have noticed quite a bit is the lack of makeup the women seem to be wearing, or not wearing as it were. So being a cosmetics fanatic, I googled makeup in the 19th century and stumbled across such interesting tidbits about what women and men used to do in terms of prettying themselves up.

"The Great Cover Up

In the 17th century, men and women used makeup to limited degree; ceruse was used as a base, and a cheek and lip reddeners were sometimes applied. From the late 1600s forward, makeup began to get heavier. First, white paint was applied, then white powder, then a brownish rouge, and red lip color.

“Beauty patches”—pieces of velvet or silk cut into the shape of stars, moons, hearts, and similar figures—were frequently applied to the face and body to cover smallpox scars, and similar marks. A “secret language” even developed through their use: A patch near the mouth meant you were flirtatious; one next to the right cheek signaled you were married; one on the left cheek announced you were engaged; one at the corner of the eye meant you were somebody’s mistress."

A secret code! I thought this was so unbelievably cool, and even though I think it might have looked rather strange I wish something like this occurred today.

More fun facts I discovered were:

• At some point, people used mouse fur to shape and fill in their eyebrows (YUCK)
• To make their eyes bright, women would wash them with arsenic or belladonna - which are both poisonous
• Some women ate chalk or drank iodine to achieve the coveted pale complexion
• Historians speculate that TB was so common in the 18th-19th century that the trend of a pale complexion arose from people wanting to look as if suffering from the disease!
• People would even paint themselves with white lead or bleed themselves
• Women only started shaving their underarm hair in 1915 when a model without any appeared on the cover of Harpers Bazaar

Jessica Brown-Findlay as Sybil Crawley in Downton Abbey. She is so very pretty.

Adios amigos :)

Someone has stolen who I am.

I knew I should have copyrighted that shit.

Dirty Dancing + crying = me. Singing to myself randomly = me. Being really awkward about boys = me. Doing weird dances and making weird sounds just because = me.

The New Girl

But seriously. This, I will watch.

Unlike a plethora (big word) of other shows coming this mid season that I just SHAN'T.

I Hate My Teenage Daughter - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQyB5ii4o3Y

I would rather poke out my eyeballs and inject cocaine into my fingernails while being chased by Jason Voorheies.

Charlie's Angels (2011) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6BIGoSu_Rg

Pretty much speaks for itself.

Napoleon Dynamite (2011) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scWAETwLojk&feature=relmfu

Yeah. Remember when the movie came out and then all the excitement/hype about it died? It's dead, people. It's also animated. What? That's all I can say.

Shows I will be enjoying (hopefully) however, include:

Pan Am - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oVdLIvcNRE

A period drama set in the 60s about the sexy pilots and stewardessess (is that the word? Probably not..) from the ultra glamourous Pan Am airlines. Christina Ricci stars.

Once Upon A Time - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCDDwx1Njn0

From the writers of Lost. A fairytale/imaginative/adventure/wicked queen/princess/prince type of thing. With any luck it won't trail off into obscurity like Lost did.

Maybe I will, Maybe I won't:

Suburgatory - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7L9SKh0RJr8

A father moves his teenage daughter who he thinks is growing up too fast to the suburbs where the people are blonder, plasticer, lamer etc etc etc need I go on?

Terra Nova - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6aNEIZwPFc

Being a sucker for anything remotely Sci fi this one appealed to me in theory, but the trailer looks a bit meh. The earth is dying, and there is time travel, and people are sent back to rebuild humanity, but there's something bad out there in the jungle that kills everyone. But like, dinosaurs. I fucking love dinosaurs.

I hope that is at least sort of useful for someone. Anyone at all. Personally, I know I get intensely lost/sad/confused in midseason when all my shows are on hiatus. So like the saddo I am I did some serious research to try and put off the inevitable tv slump.

Anywhosies. Tata for now.

Decisions, decisions. Help me somebody.

It's really not that urgent. I'm just bored and indecisive.I can't decide whether I want ombre hair, along the lines of

Or dark red hair, like

Yeah, it's a toughie!

I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby.

Did you know it is basically impossible to find boyleg/boyshort undies?

They are my favourite type of undies, but I am seriously in dire need of some new ones - but hardly anyone makes them anymore.

Anyway, that's not really the point of this post, but it's just annoying me a lot.

Recently I've been indulging in a favourite hobby of mine - making carts of clothes I really want on the internet and then never buying them.

There are a few things I am coveting so desperately right now that I figure I had no choice but to share them.

Hosiery. A word I absolutely hate. What on earth do tights and socks have to do with hoses. Nothing. Stupid, stupid word.

Falke Pure Matt 50 TightsA$18.84I just love the colour. They also come in a cream and a khaki, but I have so much khaki clothing, and I feel like cream tights make my legs look chunky.

Gipsy Glitter Footless Tights

A$11.99

So these aren't exactly what I want - as they're footless, and I kind of hate footless tights that aren't real leggings. It's a weird phobia I have. But if these were full leg I would be crying with need right now. I already have glitter backseam tights, and I feel like it's time to progress to full glitter. So pretty.

ASOS Heart Suspender Sheer Tights

A$17.13

One more, the last I promise. I think these pretty much speak for themselves. Heart detailing? Yes please. Faux suspender look? Yes please. Done and done and done.

All the above can be found on ASOS.

You know...

"I have the strangest feeling that I've seen that ship before. A long time ago, when I was very young."

John Cusack outside my window with a boombox...

Would probably be the closest thing to a perfect moment.

Just had to share that thought. This is a bit of a random post, I must admit. One of those days where you feel like you have a lot to talk about but when it comes down to actually doing the talking, you're a bit lost for words.

I've been listening to some pretty awesome music lately, if I may say so myself.

The Holidays - kicked ass at Groovin the Moo, and should be listened to on repeat by everyone with ears. Moonlight Hours makes me smile like a crazy when I listen to it by myself on the train, warranting some pretty weird looks from the general public - and not in a 'I'll have what she's having' sort of way (God bless you, Meg Ryan).

Darwin Deez, as well, obviously, is a keeper in terms of musical brilliance/looking like an ostrich. The Bomb Song and DNA are personal favourites.

Umumum, who else. Oh gosh, how could I forget Adele. Kill me with fire and poke my eyes out with breadsticks. This woman can sing. Admittedly, I do strongly believe 19 is a significantly better album than 21, but there are a couple of songs on 21 that are unbelievable. Set Fire to the Rain, One and Only, Rolling in the Deep

and Someone Like You immediately spring to mind.

Honestly if you listen to Adele and don't have some sort of emotional/life changing epiphany, you're probably either of the unfortunately hearing impaired (I don't mean to be rude, but it's kind of true), or you're just a douchebag.

You can't dispute how ostrich-esque this guy is.

On an irrelevant note, I'm off to watch Easy A yet again. Favourite-movie-watching-time holla.

PS Guys I'm in serious need of some wholesome comic book recommendations. Hit me up with that good shit, ya hear?

Yeah, I promise to never talk like that again if you give me some good comics to read.

And the hunt begins...

I'm off to a rather slow start. Last night I resolved that this morning would be Day 1 of my mission, yet I spent quite a bit of time pottering around the newsagency trying to decide which magazines to buy, and then chatting with the man at the newsagency about how Scifinow is such a brilliant magazine yet we always feel too embarrassed to read it in public. Cool life, I know. You're jealous, I can tell. It's alright, next time you see me you can borrow one of my numerous editions and hide it inside your french Vogue on the train.

Anyway, I'm off track, as per usual. But yes, job hunting. It's a fun time, isn't it? Almost as fun as that time I tripped over in the backyard, hit my head against a rock, starting bleeding, and caused my delightful brother to burst into paroxyms of uncontainable hysterics. Well, it was fun for him I'm sure.

Enough whining for today though.

I though I'd do a sort of, semi-movie-review-semi-ramble-semi-gush-about-Woody-Allen, sound good?

The other night, for a uni assignment which I tailored perfectly to suit my film watching requirements in life, I sat down to watch Manhattan (1979).
First of all, impeccable cinematic vision. The interspersed sharp, black and white montages of the Manhattan skyline can't help but evoke in you an unknown lifelong dream of living in New York, yet there is a sly tongue-in-cheek feel about the whole thing, as down below in the midst of the dreamy cityscape some fucked up people are living some fucked up lives.

Isaac (Woody, my love) is dating a 17 yr old played by Mariel Hemingway. Can I just say, statutory rape anybody? But no, seriously, it actually really works.
After Isaac's misshapen yet lovely adventures with Diane Keaton and his hilarious fights with his lesbian ex wife Meryl Streep, he seemed to me like an overgrown child with an unusually sharp wit. So, his relationship with a young girl didn't seem so wrong. Not that this was the point of the film at all I don't think. I just had to say it.

Anyway, I think in this film Allen really achieved being truly funny without any actual jokes, vulgar yet kind of humourous comments, or overly obvious hints that this is the moment we should be laughing. Loved it. LOVED IT. My obsession with Woody is still going strong.

Speaking of uni assignments, I still need to finish that particular one. I'd better knuckle down soon.
But before then, a picture, just because;



















Mad glasses.

To blog, or not to blog.

I honestly despise blogging. I have had various blogs in the past - some of which (to my horror) still exist - but they have all eventually either been left unkept or stuck in a perpetual hormonal whinge. In an attemptearlier today to start a blog on wordpress, I was kindly informed by the handy dandy learn-how-to-use-wordpress-because-it's-ridiculously-confusing guide that the best blogs have purpose. It then, however, proceeded to tell me to brainstorm blog ideas on a napkin, but unfortunately for wordpress I didn't have a napkin lying around, and therefore gave up on the whole thing. My mum then tells me 'Write about what you like!'. I like a lot of things. I like books. I like watching people inconspicuously on public transport. I like the smell of permanent markers. Helpful, mum. I'm sure the world is desperate to hear about how I sometimes inhale toxic fumes because it smells sort of okay.

You know what else, digressing a tad here, but I feel the need to to say this. Blogging just seems to me a really self-indulgent thing to do. And not self-indulgent in the way I scoffed down that smiley faced cupcake earlier today but more along the lines of 'Hey guys. Look at my life and things that I do and say because I'm really important and kind of pretentious in that I really like the sound of my own voice/the way letters come up on the screen when I press buttons. Because I'm superb at pressing buttons.'

But, here is my dilemma. I am actually required to keep multiple blogs for my uni course, and being a bit of a anti-blogging vigilante, this naturally made me want to vomit. Anyway, I figured I should start keeping a normal, non-important, non-uni-related, and non-read by anyone but me blog before embarking on writing ones that other people will read and proceed to poke their eyes out over.

Within the confines of this wild, un-purposed blog, expect to have your mind blown. Not really. I'll probably just write about books that I read, movies that I watch, music that I like, food that I eat and some stuff that I do. All very mundane and probably very poorly written.