Wednesday, June 28, 2006
I have BBC Prime now and I can watch SOUNDS OF THE SIXTIES
Woke up at 2.30 last night to watch the repeat and tonight again
I missed the first episode with the beatles!!!!! Because I found out half an hour after the hotline closed that bbc prime was showing again this glorious show
They have shown tom jones (disturbing hip jerking crazy dancing), the rolling stones, manfred mann (no do wah diddy diddy yet), herman's hermits (ew), the hollies, the byrds, the kinks, sonny and cher (i got you, babe) and other people I haven't heard of like the pretty things, john lee hooker
and tonight the episode is called The Folk Revival and there'll be bob dylan, joan baez, leonard cohen
Yesterday I put tiny puny yellow papers in all the castle green mailboxes, about face painting, so I might earn some money in summer july. I discovered a font called moonstar on my brother's computer that is starry and circusy and magical. My entire lower body including my butt ached for 2 days even sitting on the toilet bowl or walking one step because of playing in the pool with my sister and her bus friends for 3 hours that day. And they're all fine and supple. I feel old and silly. We played mini olympics in the baby pool and had a relay in the big pool and jumping on the lounge mattress and all. One of them could do any style of swimming and somersaults and backflips. She was only 9 and her body gleamed like a seal under the sun when she climbed out of the water onto the lounge mattress. Children should swim and hike and camp and act and run around, not play with computers!
Because you're sweet and lovely girl I love you
Because you're sweet and lovely girl it's true
I love you more than ever girl I do
I loved you from the moment I saw you
You looked at me that's all you had to do
tada tada tada tada, For you blue -Beatles
(like part two of Her Majesty, and hidden at the back of Let It Be)
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl, but she doesn't have a lot to say
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl, but she changes from day to day
I wanna tell her that I love her a lot, but I gotta get a belly full of wine
Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl, someday I'm gonna make her mine, oh yeah, someday I'm gonna make her mine
The end
moled at 6/28/2006 09:12:00 PM
Monday, June 26, 2006
KLUTZ: Work hard to make every day feel like the first day of summer vacation.
moled at 6/26/2006 10:35:00 PM
Sunday, June 25, 2006
FACES TO THE SKY
My first night with internet in my new room!!!!! And so, after all that, we've moved! It's been 9 days. And tonight also I ended work which is awesome because I can swim and relax for one month and learn how to juggle and go to my auntie's house to play the drumset. Moving day was crazy. The day before that, a friday, I went to castle green about 3 times (my father about 10 times) shifting lots of boxes, and the first time we went I had just awoken and felt all the stress of moving everything and my father was exaggeratedly annoyingly begging me not to bring my wooden dollhouse and I couldn't help but cry and once I started it was hard to stop thinking of how sad it is to move but in the car I told myself to pull it together and that was my crying moment over and whew. And moving day was 6 hours of moving starting from the moment I finished bathing at 7.30am and realised that the movers had just pulled up in front of my house. Sweaty half naked men everywhere, the house looking red and glowing for the last time, and my room looking so bare. And it rained. Things always happen when it rains. So when it started raining I thought 'oh i knew it' and it was somehow right. It was sad too. After one round to my uncle's house, one round to castle green, we went back to springleaf for another round to my auntie's house, but before that the family from no. 33 came to see to the shifting of our antique dining set to their house, and then they decided to also get our sofa set, and then they decided to also get our coffee table set, and then they also decided to get out tv cabinet, and then this old armchair from our sofa 10 years ago that my grandmother sat on to read the papers...they practically bought our whole living room which kind of makes me irritated with them now. So while the poor men were shifting all that as these people made up their minds a few times, for ten minutes I sat all alone in the house, that was weird and messy and empty all at once, at the doorstep, then I ran up the empty blood red stairs to my grandmother's toilet and when I sat on the toilet bowl....it felt the same!!!!! this sounds silly. When the men came back, after they wrapped the huge evil pink beanbag by apparently according to my mother throwing it in the air, 2 of them tried getting it through my grandmother's door and it was so fat that it got stuck in the middle and one of them had to run back and run forward and kick it hard a few times, and I saw it, and it was like some fat fishball being born or something!
Anyway after all of that mad sweatiness I went to work for 8 sweaty hours that day, and for the next few days it was something like that and when I get home I can barely walk and when I finally plonk onto mattresses, I find that I can't sleep because I'm not used to the room and wake up every few hours. It's been weird and surreal. Almost every possible storage space in this room is stuffed. I can't remember what I put where and I have the next few days to find out. I sleep alone now and I like it. Makes me stay awake thinking longer but it's okay. I like being all alone at night.
Being with the clown (Ben Zuddhist) and the carnival circus group (MobilAirCo) for work was awesome. My job was to bring the clown for his solo clown performance out of the circus performance (different thing altogether) and sort of take care of him. It was taxi here and there and talking in the taxi and me standing around before his performance and him playing his ukelele, and then the performance and so on. It was also awkward at times and I just can't bloody be professional and never will try again, but never mind. The carnival group was magical and great too. I could talk ages on this but the thing is that there were things about it that made me see how it was all meant to be. It was one of those things that happened to me that seemed magically simply meant to be.
Now I am almost as free as a bird that flies wherever it likes and pees and shits wherever it damn well likes for the end of June and all of hot summer July, and on the star spangled day of my life. I still miss my house but I won't think about it. I'll take the bus to visit it once in a while. The bookcase here has many books for me to read (juggling, karate, magic, usborne, beatles, winnie the pooh, hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, tons), and I'm going to swim and be healthy, because you never know what you're building yourself up for, but there's definitely something important to be building yourself up for some time. There are so many things to do.
Peace and love and dr. evil's laugh
moled at 6/25/2006 08:44:00 AM