Oh just random babblings and moanings about nothing actually particularly interesting or important but still
Well, well, well
How are you? I am good. I’ve been studying and working and thinking and working out things. And my older brother came from Melbourne for a surprise visit, so that was nice. Currently deciding whether to see Rise Against when they come to Perth’s Metro City. I’ve seen so many concerts lately, I’ll be honest I’m kinda over going to concerts. Since Febuary I’ve been the Big Day Out, Cold War Kids, Laneway Festival, Crystal Castles, The Streets, Fall Out Boy, Cult of Luna, Death Cab For Cutie, Of Montreal, Soundwave Festival and Amanda Palmer. So can you see I really can’t be stuffed? But at the same time I would love to see Rise Against, plus The (International) Noise Conspiracy is supporting. Exciting! I’ll see how much money I have next week when my study week starts and then I’ll consider it. But my ears need to rest…. they really need to rest.
I feel like I am having a quarter life crisis. Next year is my final year of university and I’m pretty nervous. And freaking out slightly. Also, I’ve noticed all my friends are much younger than me. I’m gonna try and make friends that are the same age as me or are older than me. It’s weird. A friend told me that I’m fun to hang around with and never down and always up for a good time so all the young kids just like to hang with me. But still! I would like to make friends with people older than me. Although in Norway all my friends are older than me by a year or two (or perhaps three or more) so that is comforting to me. It shows I can make friends with people older than me. Not that I am against hanging with people who are younger than me. They are still my mates and I think they all rock, but still… I want friends older than me.
And I’m missing all my art school friends. Whenever I’m in Australia, I never get to hang out with anyone in art school or doing completely pathetic Art degrees so they can become the next JD Salinger/Ernest Hemingway with way more understatement. I miss my friends who write comic books for a living. I miss people who are actually artists. I miss hanging with my old Norwegian friends who say I would be a great artist if I actually put effort to my works. In a way, I miss being bohemian, talking about surrealism with my friends, visiting art museums and smoking pipes (filled with tobacco). Does anyone want to go to the Art Gallery with me? Actually, the one in WA isn’t very good. We can discuss Descartes instead. Yeah I am a pompus prick who thinks I am smarter and more cultured than everyone else but really after reading works of Homer I’m really just yearning to read about the saga of Britney Spears as well.
I’ve been reading a self help book (I know, I’m ashamed too). I’m reading it because I need to read it for a unit I’m doing called Dispute Resolution, basically about how to resolve disputes and blah blah. The book is call The Art Of Possibility by Rosamund Stone Zander and Benjamin Zander. I’ve never read a self help book before and I thought I would never read one, but I love it. I love this book. What I’ve read so far (I have to read a chapter a week) is that we live in a world of measurement. And the book says that all this measurement, these grades, is all invented and all it does is just make us compare ourselves to others which is dumb because how can you really compare one person to another? It’s hard and pointless sometimes. The book says to live in the world of possibility – where the world of measurement doesn’t exist and this allows us to open our minds to new perspectives, thereby making us become better people. One way of living in the world of possibility is by giving ourselves an A; in a sense stop comparing myself to another person and just give myself a grade of A. This gives a possibility for us to live up to and gives us new perspectives on old situations. Another way to live in the world of possibility is by saying that I as a person I am a contribution – that I am a gift to people. This means that I declare that my life as important and that it makes a difference somehow to other people and to yourself. And that is what I’ve read so far. So fluffy right? But it feels so good. It makes a lot of sense. I really like it actually. I think I’m gonna to incorporate some of these lessons into my own life. It’s not like what they are writing about is stupid or damaging. I’m gonna be a more awesome person!
And after all this bitching and whining I’ll like to talk about something more frivolous. Have you ever wanted something so bad, you would consider paying double the price just so you can have it? Well, I want these shoes:
OH GOD! AREN’T THEY BEAUTIFUL? I WOULD LOVE THEM MORE THAN MY FIRST BORN CHILD. AND I DON’T EVEN WANT KIDS SO REALLY THESE SHOES WOULD BECOME MY CHILDREN. It’s brilliant. Bad Brains (one of my favourite bands) + Vans = AWESOMENESS. I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT. DAMN THIS RECESSION!
d-_-b Cobra Celia
