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big idea

let’s sell our lives to the tv stations and make lots of money

getting distracted

i’m so giving up on grizzly man. i mean, come on. he was trying to protect bears… which are living in a sanctuary. uhm sorry, whats another word for psycho? and what’s with dragging his girlfriend around when he KNOWS she’s afraid of bears? and how about all the times he says he’ll never be eaten by a bear? “you have to be strong and the bears will believe that”. then he promptly gets eaten. now thats poetic justice for you. what a piece of work. classic dumbass behaviour. and to all the people who said he didn’t deserve to be eaten, it’s like saying he put his head in a guillotine but didn’t deserve to lose his head. hello? let’s all nod our heads in unison and pretend like we agree.

am i amazing at collecting karma or what?

gemini dreams

1. totally addicted to bleeding love

2. totally in a state of extreme happiness and i don’t know why

3. totally missing my darling. let’s have an encore of saturday

Horoscope for the day:
Libra (Sept. 23-Oct. 23): Strangers smile. Parking places open up at the correct time. A lost object comes back to you in an unusual way. Life is working out favorably for you in both the small and big pictures.

yep. sounds about right (:

2 hours later…

i was having SUCH a good day until grizzly man shat on my rainbow. its such a bloody waste of time and i bet the director is sitting there laughing at the wasted hour and a half of my life that i’ll never get back. i’m not going to say he deserved to die but he sure was asking for it. and i don’t care, that’s exactly what i’m putting in my review so that craig can read it and save the next bunch of students from wasting their life by watching lame documentaries. screw the good footage. the story was crap. i’m so pissed. what a waste of time. that’s right, feel my angst.

in cinemas now

hands down, the best documentary i’ve seen. watch it, do something.

confidence shmompidence

walking to the bus stop today after a long day at open house. i got to wondering if confidence is nature or nuture. are people just born confident? then why are most confident people good looking? insecurities and issues aside. the popular kids, ie, the good looking ones are always the ones with all the confidence, always sure of themselves.. all that jazz. and the.. less good looking ones are always timid and shy. not generalising here but mostly, thats the case. sure, you have average looking people who have loads of confidence but that doesn’t count cos average looking people could go both ways.

maybe good looking people have the chance to be confident cos people are always telling them how good looking they are… and the timid, shy ones don’t have the chance cos noone compliments them.. or noone compliments them as much anyway. so is that nuturing confidence?

but if that’s nuturing, then nature has a part to play too right? i mean, without nature, what is there to nuture? and by this i mean, if nature grants you great genes and a dietary plan that works for you, you’ll be confident. so is the definate key to confidence a pretty face and slimness? nature to nuture?

i don’t know. just something i noticed during the tours. the better looking ones were always the ones to talk. go figure.

med law sucks

all in agreement say ‘I’

shoot my life

finished doc pro shoot! yay us!
photojourn tmr. let’s go girls!

trashy novels

“Daphne sat at the table in her dressing gown, loosely tied, barely concealing her boobs. Actually, scrap that. Daphne didn’t have boobs, she had tits. ‘Boobs are big, round and bouncy. Booooooobs. You’ve got boobs,’ she’d say to Elli. ‘I’ve got tits. Tits are lean and small. That’s what I’ve got. Bits of tits.”

- Liar Liar by Gabrielle Williams 

what i wouldn’t give to say that i’m bored which is why i’m reading nonsense like this. truth is, i need mindless reading to rest my increasingly tired brain.

where am i going?

i heard ‘lollipop’ in the car the other day. it made me sad.

i know i need to sleep. i know this because red bull doesn’t work anymore. i know i have time to sleep early tonight. i know i can wake up late tomorrow. i know my bed is 5 steps away.

sleep kristy, you dumbass.