My friend (who is Polish and born in Laos and the best singer in the entire school and just wow) met Ben Lee!
Well, I don't know if you can count it as meeting him, seeing as she just jumped up and down wildly, screaming 'Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Ben Lee! Oh my god!' and he just put out his hand and she shaked it, still screaming 'Oh my god!' And apparently, as he walked past, he TOUCHED HER LEG.
{This friend of mine was involved in the Closing Ceremony of the Melbourne Commonweath Games- she was one of the people wearing white t-shirts with writing on it who held the cards with the ancestors on it and then flipped the cards over and ran into the middle to form Fed Square.} Gross, what ugly brackets.


Some people are probably reading this (oh, really? People reading this? Highly unlikely..) eheh, some people are probably reading this getting ready to reply "Who gives a shit? Ben Lee?! Eewness."
Well, frankly my dear, I don't give a flying shit that you don't give a flying shit. People seem to have this phobia of Ben Lee, just because his music is [self] labelled as 'pop'. Personally, I 'hate' pop music. My music style is alternative. Yet Ben Lee's songs have a certain spirit to them that you can't help smiling to. It seems as though as soon as a person hears 'pop' they immediately shut their ears off and won't have a bar of it.

Ben Lee can be compared to that patterned spider that lives on the ceiling of your bedroom. People think 'Eew! A spider! How wrong! How annoying! Get it away!', but until you actually open up and get over your fear that it's a spider you realise that it's actually really unusual and cute and you take a liking to it.. and then it comes and bites you on the shoulder and you Catch it's Disease...

Oh god I'm sorry I just had to post a journal for this... Please, if anyone out there has Bearshare, you've GOTTA download a file called "the White Stripes (pre-tour shoot jack white's house)". It goes for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of pure hilarity. This annoying jerk called Arthur who's Jack and Meg's 'Personal Manager' comes round to sort everything out for their tour. There's one scene where he's helping Jack on his shaving technique that just left me crying with laughter. I've been over it so many times and it's [baffingly] still hilarious. So, me being the freak that I am, wrote out the script for this one scene.

ARTHUR: Okay, where's your razor?
JACK: Right here.
A: Alright, start shaving. Lemme see what you're doing. All those pictures from the last tour looked like hell because you had red under here. [points to throat]
J: Yeah but th-
A: WHY ARE YOU GOING DOWN?!
J: Well I-
A: Go UP!! Up with the razor!
J: Yeah but if I go u-
A: Nice to meet you up with the razor.
J: It'll break out if I go up.
A: What will break out?
J: My skin'll break out if I go up.
A: That's what it was doing in all those pictures, that's why you looked like such a jackass in all those pictures, because you're probably shaving down. Shave UP!
J: No, THAT'S what makes my skin break out, is if I go up.
A: So why.. w... were you shaving up on the last one?
J: No, I shaved down!
A: Then why was it going.. AH THAT'S what I'm saying- shave UP!
J: No, that's what I'm telling you, if I shave UP, that's what gives me the breakout... See, this is the way I do it, I go-
A: Shave DOWN there but up on the THROAT...
J: No, I go down on the throat a-
A: DOWN ON THE SNOUT, up on the throat.
J: No, I go down on the, I go down on the-
A: Down on the s-
J: I go down on EVERYTHING! I GO-
A: Snout.
J: I go down on EVERYTHING, if I go UP that's gonna give me the break out, that's gonna give me the rash, if I go up.
A: You just said the rash gave you, you... you got a RASH when you went down-
J: No I-
A: Right?
J: I got a rash when I go UP with the razor.
A: Ri-
J: If I go UP with it, THAT'S what gives me the breakout. [Angry, confused pause]
A: Then why are you going up with it? In the first place!?
J: I'M NOT- YOU'RE THE ONE SAYING GOING UP!!
A: Because when you went-

And the scene is cut off there. Somebody got punched, I'm guessing.
I love that Jack.

I bought a record! It's The White Stripes - Elephant.
I love records so much more than CDs. To 'put a record on' so much more empowering than just pushing Play on a CD player.
My favourite song is 'Little Acorns', not just for the little "Oh, o-o-o-o-OH" Jack sings between each line, but for the voice-over at the start. I seriously suggest listening to it ...finding self-help with a squirrel the hilarity...



Went to a party at Mint Nightclub and practised my Napoleon Dynamite dance moves, much to the delight of everyone who happened to be watching.


Only a couple days left 'til school starts! And, no, that exclamation mark was not a happy one!

Why hasn't Florian replied to my letter yet??? Will someone answer my question? What the fuck is wrong with him? He was the one that liked me, not the other way around. The little prick....

Finally. My list of my facts. Twenty of them, to be precise. About me. I can just SEE your trembling excitement.

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When I was four or five I felt rather left out because all the other children seemed to have imaginary friends, yet I was extraordinarily unpopular in the imaginary friends department. The first imaginary friend I had discovered me last year, at age fifteen. It was Johnny Depp. We met one night on the beach (he was taking a break from the filming of Shantaram) and we did a beautiful duet of Bohemian Rhapsody. He thought I was way cool.
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I don't understand why it's only appropriate to use a straw in cold drinks. I drink my chai tea with a straw all the time. Mmmmm... hippy chai-ness...
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I was one of those stuck up pompous bastards on the Help Chat forums of Neopets. We all thought we were top shit all because we hated 1337 and typed with proper grammar and spelling and talked about the multiverse. (ONG< 2ta11Y lyk R3PORTED!)
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I enjoy thinking about philosophy and time and the world and other things that warp my mind. I was thinking this morning. Riddle me this: who decideds how long a second is?
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The best love songs don't have the word "love" in them.
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I've started a compilation album. "Songs which contain 'Na na na' in them". Progress is slow.
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When I'm cold, my lips turn purple and my pinky fingers fluorescent yellow. Heh! I'm like a bloody... a bloody.. um. I don't know. Some one think up of a simile for that.
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I'm one-quater Polish, another-quater Dutch, and related to Pope John Paul II.
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I have a fear of buttons. Always have. They're just ew. EW.
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At a Living End concert a crowd surfer got dropped on my head. Didn't quite get my hands up in time.
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I'm a complete: nerd, music addict, humanities freak, lazy ass, cult fanatic, try-hard, slob, individualistismnistic, smart-alec, generation J, manly, shy, loud-mouthed, confused sheep fox person thing GARGH.
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My favourite number is 8, and 8 x 8 = 64 , and therefore according to my incredible logic, 64 is my even FAVOURITER number.
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My theory: all the P.E. teachers at my school are paedophiles, all the maths and science teachers are HOT and Mr Jones is the best rightly ruddy teacher to hit the universe. He's the art-teacher version of Johnny Depp. There. I said it.
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This gets me upset: What do Daniel Johns, Mr Jones, Johnny Depp and Jack White all have in common? (I want you to think about this one first, so I'll tell yous laters okays lols lmaos rofls.
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Abbreviations are FUN!
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I have an intense interest in sentences that start with "I have a strange relationship with my... " or end in "... and that pretty much sums up my views on life and the universe." Who's with me?
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I emmensely enjoyed creating this PLOP.
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I think it's such a shame that I'm not immature enough anymore to use words like PLOP and POOPIE or PEEPEE or WILLY anymore.
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I wonder if you've realised yet how easily I could cheat you out of your twenty-hellsie-facts quota because these facts aren't numbered.
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Okay. I know. My obsession with him has gone on for long enough. My mum said a couple of days ago "It's just not normal, to be fixated on the one person like this. It's verging on unhealthy." Okay, so my own mother thinks I have a sick mind.

Searching through the many Johnny Depp quotes, I found him contradict himself. First of all, he quite cutely states:
_{"If someone were to harm my family or a friend or somebody I love, I would eat them. I might end up in jail for 500 years, but I would eat them. "}
But then just rolls himself while talking about the meaning of his film The Brave:
_{"We always say 'I would kill for my family' or 'I would die for my family' but would you really? I mean, when really put in that situation, would you really give up your life? Do you really love something or someone that much?"}

Okay, quite petty. I was trying to find a way to amuse myself.
Exams are over. I did well. Got my science exam back today, and got pretty much the highest mark in my class. I'm such a show-off, there's no point pointing it out for me because I know it. I was supposed to have my favourite teacher today, "Mr. M"... he's my drama teacher and extremely camp and childish and just so huggable. He was Wags the Dog for the Wiggles!! Omgz. But, sigh, we did not have him, he is busy doing something So we had a lesson with a subby, which was AWESOME because we watched 'Who's Line is it Anyway?' which is just probably my favourite TV show ever, if you've never seen it it's definately worth seeking it out. It's basically an improvisation show- if anyone here has ever played theatre sports they'll know what I mean. I was a bit disappointed though, I would have loved to see Mr M's face while he was watching it as it's absolutely hilarious, and they made a hell of a lot of gay jokes (which I wonder how he'd respond to). Last lesson we had a moth in the class room, and he was just like 'eew eww, get it out!' so he got a sponge and crept up and like practically squealed when he touched it. He's very lanky and so cute. I could just go on for hours about him, truly. I just went off on an absolute rant then... I'm quite susceptible to rants when I'm talking about men I like Well, anyway, I'm not quite sure how to end this. Goodbye.

OH MY DOG, I ALMOST FORGOTOTOT, three sleeps till ich gehe zu deutschland!! AAaah!