Field of Daize’s

Strumming my pain with his finger..

March 31st, 2003

Saturday proved to be an excellent day, by all accounts. After spending a wonderfull night on Friday, I woke up and frantically tried to get back home to plan what I was going to do for the picnic. For those who weren’t there, there was a theme to the thing.. “Sassy with a touch of indecent”. There were some notable touches of indecent.. but I shant name those here….. that would be indecent of me! As for me… well, I went with a coat, and in the pockets there was a piece of itimate apparel….. hur hur.
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It’s my party, and i’ll cry if I want to.

March 27th, 2003

YEAH! The one day of the year when I get to be as narcassitic as I wanna be! Yes, tis the b’day that i’ve been dreading for…. the big Quarter Of A Century.

Tis weird… I have a shiteload of things to do today, and I doubt I’ll see it through calmly. But that is probalby a good thing.

I have an essay due, that sucks. But on the upside there is a wonderfull photography competition that I shall be entering.
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Mrs.. will ya.. make me tea?

March 25th, 2003

How narcassitic am I? I decided to put this up.. at the incistance of a certain group of people. I hate doing these things…

Shite I wouldn’t mind getting

What is it good for?

March 20th, 2003

Yay! Finally, the war has begun. I walked into Manning today to find that the 24 hour a day broadcast thing has begun, completely unawares that Thursday is my watching Scrubs day. Still, at least it wasn’t on a Buffy night… then they really would have seen what MASS DESTRUCTION is.

I feel I should be more moved by today, and yet I’m not. Except that I’ve now decided to go around and wish everyone a “Happy War Day!”, with one of the idiot chrisitian grins on my face.
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forget I’m a lady…

March 19th, 2003

Man shirts, short skirts…. wo oh ho! Damn, today has been a perv paradise here at uni. I don’t know why I feel so compelled to say this. Perhaps my hormonal levels are exceptionally high at the moment. But it seems as thought eh university is teeming with people, and being a hot day, it seems that everything is for show.
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soy un perdedor…

March 17th, 2003

The events of the weekend are probably too dull for this entry, so I’ll share a thought that occured to me as I was cleaning my clothes this morning.

I really like society. Well, at least I like the way that society has these rules and conventions. It isn’t exactly the people, though in time I have faitht that most people have something interesting to say. It is the rules that bind these social interactions. For the most part, we all adhere to them, to varying degrees. And it makes life a little nicer for all those around, I think.
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Pussytown

March 13th, 2003

Mick is gone. Bye bye, mr mick.

I like my Uni subjects. They are facinating, though everyone seems to have their own problems at the moment, so I’ll just keep my happiness to myself.

It is a sunny day today, which means that everyone looks sexy again. Hot young people everywhere, it is scary.

tired of waiting for you

March 12th, 2003

Well, I’m now officially famous. My sister and I sent a “What the….?” item to Rove live, and it was played yesterday. That is right…. Rove McManus looked at the camera and said “And here is someting sent by Nora and Mauricio from Petersham, NSW”. How exciting is that! The item : “The Traveller’s Jhon”. It is a portable “loo”. In particular, a unisex portable urinal. We pissed ourselves when we found it in the states, and we diligantly brought it so that we could send it in.

I had some people sms me to ask me if we were the Ortiz’s in Petersham. That was interesting.

I tried telling some people that night in real life… it wasn’t as impacting. Oh well, I found it exciting.

She says that love is for fools that fall behind

March 10th, 2003

I think this is one of the hardest entries I’ve had to make. To begin, since I know that Jimmy has little patients with my ramble, I’d just like to say that his help over the weekend was indespensable. I don’t know how it all would have gone without him, and I thank him dearly.

I hate having to omit or censor things in my diary. Though there are obviously thing that I DON’T write for various reasons, the ones that I do write about tend to be fairly earnest. However, due to the nature of the events, and the fact that other people’s privacy needs to be considered, the following is going to evade the events, and rather talk about my reaction to them. So it is something that will only completly make sense to those involved, and as a reminder to myself when I grow old and grey (probably in three weeks time!).
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I keep on falling..

March 7th, 2003

Here is an amusing little tid bit from a random webdiary I found today. I hope Aly doesn’t mind that I’ve basically taken her idea and butchered it up to fit my own circumstances. I find it rather funny, actually. The idea is that you, oh dear reader, fill in the blanks to the following list.

- I ____ MoS.
- MoS is ____.
- If I were alone in a room with MoS, I would _______.
- I think MoS should _____.
- MoS needs ______.
- MoS will never ______.
- I want to _________ MoS.
- MoS can ______ my _______.
- When I think about MoS, I ______.

Please have fun, kiddies.

This is my verse, hello.

March 6th, 2003

Another day in the books, hiding away in sixth floor Fisher. Reading about the wonderfull inovations that Walt Kelly came up with in his Comic Strip Pogo. Another day at the office, it would seem.

Seems as though there may be a new classification for a guy, namely the Metrosexual. While I think the title is wanky, it is probalby a good way of describing the way that I’ve felt for years. In fact, it is the line that I tend to take when doing gender studies essays, though I never seem to get much success when pitted against the well established femminist theory.

Or I’m crap at writing essays.
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They just strut.

March 5th, 2003

Finally got to see the episode of Buffy that I missed on Monday. It was a very Willow episode, so I was happy. Besides, I saw it in the best of company I could possibly have hoped for.

Today I went to Uni, and I have several good news.
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I’ll walk through the fire.

March 4th, 2003

Days and nights are blurring into one another, and I scarse know what to write about anymore. This last week has been one of party after party, and my mind is starting to get confused. I guess I’m just stocking up. I fear that in a week or so these parties will come to a sudden halt. I can’t afford to bugger things up again this year.

However, let’s start with some good news. I emailed Micheal Carter about being my supervisor, and he has agreed. This is great news! He was perhaps not my first choice, but come to think of it, it will be an absolutely FANTASTIC oportunity. Micheal will certainly give me a very interesting percepctive on things. If nothing else, he deals with Art objects as a study. Most other lecturers would probably specialise too much on their research interest. Then on the second semester, I am going to try and get Keith Broadfoot, who is interested in cinema.
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In a big four poster bed

March 2nd, 2003

Oh what a night! For the benifit of all those who live under a rock (and it is a surprisingly big number…as an aside… who plans parties on MG night? ), last night was the 25th Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras. The night was clinically insane.
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Must be your skin that I’m sinking in

March 1st, 2003

Boy, what a coupe of days indeed! The big news is that I went to Morpeth to see the beautiful priestess Katel. For the un-iniciated, Morpeth is a small town of little consequence in the vicinity of Maitland, NSW. This rougly equates to a three hours of driving from Sydney. I’m not sure if this was technically a “road trip”, but it was fun all the same.
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