Mulholland Dr. (take one): Intellectual conversations about star signs and astrology with Jason at Midnight Esspressoholic at midday ended after one soy latte. Jason and I headed to his room at the Black Note flat and watched Mulholland Dr. The DVD went mental halfway through so we never finished the film, however I was enjoying it, especially Naomi Watts cliche acting. I look forward to beginning the film again at some point.
"So what does make you tick? Hm? Tell me."
"Things that really blow me away and make me feel so fucking amazing. Like songs, artwork, places and people. That rare burst of incredible. I run on that fuel."
"Existenstenial romantic are we? That's cool. Real awesome, but quite familiar too."
"Why familiar?"
"Do you let people know your emotions or do you feel you have a pin cushion heart and don't let anyone get close to you?"
"I flick between the two. I have to be able to trust someone before I open up to them."
"Hm. How easy is it for someone to earn your trust?"
"It all depends on the person, how I feel around them and what vibe I get. I will go with my instinct."
"I need to know you better. See your dark side and shit. What pisses you off?"
"I could talk forever with you about it all. I trust you so I'm willing to tell you everything you want to know someday."
Jason and I ended up talking until subjects became touchy, awkward or depressing. I think I learnt a lot from our conversation. I love indulging in to the company of a greatly smart person, but I also love indulging in to the company of a complete fuck wit.
An un-stable walk down Cuba Street with Jason and two coffees later I find myself up in Te Aro, laying next to some strange person yelling at the cricket on TV on a couch, in a lounge of a house up on a hill. Cricket has got to be the only sport I cannot understand, but can happily zone out too.
For a while the latest Vice and Fluro magazines kept me fine company, but there is only so much you can read before you hit the back cover. If you do happen to get a copy of Fluro go and acknowledge Harry modeling in the photo shoot: Beauty Is Order And Love Is Light.
Seven o'clock ticks on by and the gig I am meant to attend started half an hour ago. Eventually the strange yelling person and I leave the Te Aro house and then I leave them on the street to run off on my own adventures.
The gig was at OS9 and I was attending so that I could watch The Actualities. The band played another great set and for an AA gig they had a fantastic audience with a crew dancing and singing along to their songs. I was surprised to see a handful or 18+ characters at the gig partying up with the young'uns before Architecture In Helsinki at San Fransisco Bath House.
Many bands played at the OS9 gig and my friend/drummer Ben who set up the gig designed it so that there were two stages. He did a really good job and some great bands played and a good crowd came out to the show. It was great to see him freaking out at some points, especially because the night planned out well.
In the crowd I met a some one called Deakin who surprising turned seventeen two weeks ago. It was cool to actually meet a new person who was my age, seemed older and was good company. Deakin plays in the band the Lunchbox Boys, I have never heard them before, but he made sure that I was staying to here his band. Lunchbox Boys played last and played well, I liked their music it was so different from what everyone else our age seems to do.
After three coffees, cigarettes, some dark chocolate and a Foxton Fizz I was ready to throw up from the loud music and faint from the hot lights. When I went to sleep that night I hit the pillow hard and passed through my starvation.
Today tried to kill me. Last nights nightmare was about me getting raped and having to hide from the world otherwise I would be killed. I woke up at six thirty to birds singing their fucking heads off and my head and ears were pounding so bad I thought everything was bleeding. My stomach hated me for abusing it so I had a glass of water to calm it down before being able to sleep again, only to be woken up four hours later to do Christmas shopping with my brother and his friend.
I fed myself a chicken and salad roll and later had a strawberry milkshake which had too much milk and not enough shake. Christmas shopping for my brother sucks, I wish he was skinny and had totally sweet style.
My body is knackered, my eyes are heavy and I feel sick from that milkshake. My ears feel better as they've been getting medical attention from The Actualities new album, Workers Leaving The Factory.
I am off to fight the temptation to live by passing out on the couch.
"So what does make you tick? Hm? Tell me."
"Things that really blow me away and make me feel so fucking amazing. Like songs, artwork, places and people. That rare burst of incredible. I run on that fuel."
"Existenstenial romantic are we? That's cool. Real awesome, but quite familiar too."
"Why familiar?"
"Do you let people know your emotions or do you feel you have a pin cushion heart and don't let anyone get close to you?"
"I flick between the two. I have to be able to trust someone before I open up to them."
"Hm. How easy is it for someone to earn your trust?"
"It all depends on the person, how I feel around them and what vibe I get. I will go with my instinct."
"I need to know you better. See your dark side and shit. What pisses you off?"
"I could talk forever with you about it all. I trust you so I'm willing to tell you everything you want to know someday."
Jason and I ended up talking until subjects became touchy, awkward or depressing. I think I learnt a lot from our conversation. I love indulging in to the company of a greatly smart person, but I also love indulging in to the company of a complete fuck wit.
An un-stable walk down Cuba Street with Jason and two coffees later I find myself up in Te Aro, laying next to some strange person yelling at the cricket on TV on a couch, in a lounge of a house up on a hill. Cricket has got to be the only sport I cannot understand, but can happily zone out too.
For a while the latest Vice and Fluro magazines kept me fine company, but there is only so much you can read before you hit the back cover. If you do happen to get a copy of Fluro go and acknowledge Harry modeling in the photo shoot: Beauty Is Order And Love Is Light.
Seven o'clock ticks on by and the gig I am meant to attend started half an hour ago. Eventually the strange yelling person and I leave the Te Aro house and then I leave them on the street to run off on my own adventures.
The gig was at OS9 and I was attending so that I could watch The Actualities. The band played another great set and for an AA gig they had a fantastic audience with a crew dancing and singing along to their songs. I was surprised to see a handful or 18+ characters at the gig partying up with the young'uns before Architecture In Helsinki at San Fransisco Bath House.
Many bands played at the OS9 gig and my friend/drummer Ben who set up the gig designed it so that there were two stages. He did a really good job and some great bands played and a good crowd came out to the show. It was great to see him freaking out at some points, especially because the night planned out well.
In the crowd I met a some one called Deakin who surprising turned seventeen two weeks ago. It was cool to actually meet a new person who was my age, seemed older and was good company. Deakin plays in the band the Lunchbox Boys, I have never heard them before, but he made sure that I was staying to here his band. Lunchbox Boys played last and played well, I liked their music it was so different from what everyone else our age seems to do.
After three coffees, cigarettes, some dark chocolate and a Foxton Fizz I was ready to throw up from the loud music and faint from the hot lights. When I went to sleep that night I hit the pillow hard and passed through my starvation.
Today tried to kill me. Last nights nightmare was about me getting raped and having to hide from the world otherwise I would be killed. I woke up at six thirty to birds singing their fucking heads off and my head and ears were pounding so bad I thought everything was bleeding. My stomach hated me for abusing it so I had a glass of water to calm it down before being able to sleep again, only to be woken up four hours later to do Christmas shopping with my brother and his friend.
I fed myself a chicken and salad roll and later had a strawberry milkshake which had too much milk and not enough shake. Christmas shopping for my brother sucks, I wish he was skinny and had totally sweet style.
My body is knackered, my eyes are heavy and I feel sick from that milkshake. My ears feel better as they've been getting medical attention from The Actualities new album, Workers Leaving The Factory.
I am off to fight the temptation to live by passing out on the couch.
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