The other white meat.

So trying to avoid mardi gras last night was bound to be impossible but somehow i managed.
Meeting sam for a drink at the hollywood at 8pm...... Which is always a highlight.


sam, my main!

I never wear red lipstick, but i had a strange urge last night.

So we talked over some red wine and beer for a while, then it turned into a weird hip hop/raster party around us so we hopped it up to crown st to meet Christine and Andy.
The Carnage of the parade was gross out, dudes in pleather hot pants with bumps where bumps shouldnt be. It was a facinating biology lesson in body forms.
We took one look into the ASS-light and knew it was the worst place in the world, so with a nudge Christine gave Andy the fudge off and told him she would meet him later.
Then walking back to the hollywood with Sam and Christine we were confronted by a pervert standing behind a tree with his cock poking through his fly just holding it, like he didnt know whether he wanted to piss or jerk off, anyway is was a really ugly penis aswell.
Sam who's loath of 'mardi-gras madness' is a strong as mine ended up back at the hollywood getting a cute nerdy guys digits......i think he is a sell out now and he really did want to get his queer on desperately without me.

Then Christine and i decided to take a walk into the city and to gawk at people.
All we found that was interesting was this blood puddle, it was dripped all over the sidewalk for about 200 meters and ended at an ambulance probably a good thing. With the amount of exposed penises i was kind of hoping for a Loraina Bobbit type injury but i have a feeling it was a drunk hobo.


Then the night ended in chips and a pepsi!


xxxx
nella

DIDNT YOU HEAR??? THEY BROKE UP. GET WITH IT AND STOP DOING YOUR HAIR!

LISTENING TO:
sonic youth....again and again and again
Supergrass....alot and alot and alot
TEGAN AND SARA.... i love canada, so many great things. Contemplating finding a canadian boyfriend.
TEST ICICLES......pre break up....didnt you hear....THEY BROKE UP MID FIRST US TOUR. Maybe because the black member was just way to awsome to hang out with the other two emo pussy's.
BE YOUR OWN PET....my new favorite dance in your underpants drunk album.


READING:
a book on EL LISSITZKY, because i am pretty much a nerd and i like him alot.
Also a book which is like a book version of a bbc crime show called " a sunday philosophers club"

I USED TO DANCE WITH MY DADDY!

Because of my busy timetable of late i had forgoten to post about going to see DATA ROCK a couple of weeks ago.
It didnt start so well i was stood up by my friend Mick......(see previous post-muggy madness to view a really sexy photo of her) So i was desperate and dateless.....literally, luckily i have an awsome new friend Justine who saved this night from going to the wolves.... I love the Mandarin club! Especially being greeted by the bronzed eagle and the abiant lighting....and the smooth $3nothingness their red wine.... Even though i didnt drink much that night which is a rarity these days, trying to keep up this illusion of a drunk slightly mad 22 year old desperate spinster is really quite trying!
But boy did we dance......i think i have water of the knee from the sprung light up dance floor. You couldnt actually dance just sort of bounced with your feet planted, kind of like in an earthquake.
It was a great show, the valentinos are weird and kind of enticing but then at times its like a big wall of sound.
Here is justine and bonus on the 'leado' deck of the mandarin club:



and this is me with one of their back up dancers:



Good times, good times.

nellaxxx

IN THE DARK OF THE MATINEE.....

So the backlash has started already......woah *INBOX EXPLODES* CHHHHEERRR IIIIIICCCKKKKK BOOOMM SMMASSHHHH.
Not quite, actually not one complaint on my previous post comfirming both my thoughts are true:
1. That the god squad knows i can't be saved and i am pretty much Lucifer with a nice rack and cute marc jacobs heels
2. and that no one reads this.

So selfishly and lamely i will start this with some outtings i have done recently:



I went to the movies on sunday evening for the matinee session of "Match point", Woody Allens new picture.
It was different from his other films, it was set in London.....woooaaaahhhh way to lash out on the format!
Its basically the same as every other of his films, a justification of his fucked up choice to marry and have a baby with his step daughter.....Scorned women dont matter, jealousy is a disgusting thing that only girls get and so life is....
Anyway to make up for it i had one hell of a minx for a date!



She had to bring her boyfriend aswell, but i sat between them so they couldnt make out or hold hands which would make me be the third wheel! AND I AM JUST NOT THIRD WHEEL MATERIAL.

Anyway.....3 and a half stars!!!!!!

xxx nella

KEEP YOUR ROSARIES OFF MY OVARIES.....GOD SQUAD!

HILLSONG HUSTLERS CAN KISS MY NON VIRGINAL VAGINA!
So was i the last to know?
Had they been avoiding me knowingly that i was too far gone to be saved?
FOR FUCK SAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe these people have been brought up not to question what is spoon fed to them or maybe they genuinely believe that this "church" is helping them live a better, healthier more guilt free existance?
I am not going to judge an idividuals choice, just maybe try and educate them a little more. Just like they can try and "educate" me in their "lifestyle".
BUT THEY PISS ME OFF AND SCARE ME...... probably just as much as i piss them off and scare them.
To think that people of the same age as me, with same way of living....i.e going out getting loaded, making out with people you dont know that well,(*for them minus the sex, but apparently blowjobs are ok because there is no penatration and you know a girls dignity doesnt mean that much anway right? WRONG FUCKERS!) have an interest in things such as the arts, (possibly minus culture, but thats just an educated guess) fashion and general things that a 22 year old likes! PARTAKING AND GIVING MONEY TO A CORUPT DIGUSTING CULT.....IT MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT ALL OVER THEIR PASTORS. THEN STAGE A PRO CONTRACEPTION RALLY ON FRIDAY NIGHT OUTSIDE THEIR "CHURCH" AFTER THEIR "YOUTH STUDIES"!
So i was late to catch on, this must naivety on my part thinking that people around this kind of scene of debauchary and crooked moral standards would by into this brain washing shit!
For them to justify it to me as being a lifestyle choice and that its not really that much about religon and that they are just trying to live their life better for themselves, is not only judgemental because they are saying the way i live my life is wrong, but is also as selfish as billionaire buying his fith bentley and then claiming a $20 tax deduction because of his donation to the scouts!
Dont get me wrong i am not anti religous at all.....Religon has and will be around forever, and the people that use it to benefit mankind by helping and doing "GENUINE" charity work, i admire.
But lets get some get some facts straight, i also know that it is not just hillsong but also a lot of other christian evangelical fundamental groups aswell:
* Hillsong has donated $AU106,000 to help World Vision feed people in Sudan.....Fantastic that is a great effort.
**** BECAUSE*****This represents 0.3% of the "church's" admitted yearly tax-free income. Remember that the vast majority of the income is in the form of unaccountable cash!

WHERES THE REST IN BUSINESS VENTURES LIKE CASTLE HILL TAVERN.....Since when do churches own pubs?!? See its ok to get loaded because god's not watching then.....

*By November 2004 Hillsongs annual income was at $30 million all TAX FREE....in estimate it would have more than doubled now. So that pissy amount going Sudan doesnt amount to much really does it?!?

***Hillsong claims an income of $18 million a year(2004 and prior), but as it also produced what was supposed to be the biggest selling music CD in the country last year and there were no costs for artists' fees or record shop commissions, it is quite possible that this amount could have come from merchandise sales alone. With 15,000 people throwing money into the place each weekend, plus the admitted $10 million collected at the annual conference there is a lot of cash floating about, and when it comes to avoiding taxes and accountability, cash is king. Pastor Brian "donates" his salary back to the "church", so he has no income subject to income tax. It is remarkable, then, that on no income he manages to have a house in a suburb where if you walked into an estate agency with only $2 million to spend on a house the agent wouldn't bother to look up from the form guide, and he has a weekender with extensive frontage to the Hawkesbury River north west of Sydney. (In his case it is probably a "weekdayer".)
VOMIT VOMIT VOMIT!

Doesnt it seem a little far fetched to call a place that worships money, a pair of tsubi's and a really cool emo concert of the kids on sunday "A CHURCH" let alone "RELIGOUS"

For some more perspective, The Salvation Army -another religous charity organisation run by an actual church spends about $30 million a year to pay for all its operations in the two states of New South Wales and Queensland, but that salary and expenses bill supports more than $160 million of welfare and charity work.

The government has a few loose rules on churches being income tax exempt they are expected to social and charity work. Hillsong is quite happy to comply with this law and proudly donates $400,000 out of their upward of $30million towards good works each year.

YEAH YEAH ITS DISGUSTING AND ALSO FACTUAL AND BORING FOR MOST OF THE PEOPLE WHO READ THIS...

SO LETS TALK ABOUT FUCKING SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where does this fucking god squad get of justifying going out and getting loaded getting blow jobs....but not having sex?!?
AND WHY IS SEX SO BAD IF YOUR DOING STUFF LIKE THAT? IS GOD NOT WATCHING WHEN YOU CUM IN A GIRLS MOUTH OR MASTERBATE IN THE SHOWER OVER A NICE SET OF FRESHLY DEVELOPED TITS? I feel sorry for you, stop punishing yoursleves and that sheet of guilt you feel while you watch your cum run down your legs into the drain is not healthy.
Your lifestyle is a selfish, unhealthy, growth stuntingly disturbing lie!

If you want to do something thats going to improve your lives, like your supposedly doing now, why not go and console a 14 year old rape victum after getting an abortion or if thats a bit much for your innocent and uncorrupted brains, why not go and serve sloppy soup to the homeless or give some of that $300 that goes to each pair of tsubi's and give some of that to a single mother who earns less than that a week.

Please dont hound me with opinions, this is just mine, i am not defaming anyone or any orgaisation. And by all means try and "save me" from my life of sorrdid sex and guilt free enjoyment. And i will try and "save you" with the natural functions of a human body with all the friction sweat and thrills it can create!



(*disclaimer: all facts taken from here :http://www.ratbags.com/rsoles/comment/hillsong.htm....i didnt make them up....i wish i did it would be less depressing and scary)

God speed......
nellaxxx

p.s dont get me started on the RU486 debate!

Last note: This is not a church:


This is a church=:

make the muggy maddness stop!

So it was pretty much a hallarious night out on the sauce.
It was so hot and sticky and extreamly weird. You know when its a really windy day people go slightly mad and do really phsycotic things.
Well in primary school i remember overhearing some teachers talking about how it was going to be a hectic busy day because it was really windy and they were worried that this paticular kid who had A.D.D was going to flip out at lunch time and probably knock some kindergarten kids teeth out on the monkey bars or something.
Anyway, last night it was the complete opposite, it was so hot and sticky and still that it was like everyone became sloths on valium.
There were tears, and long discussions about peoples problems that obviously last night we were experts at, there was dancing......but all night was like a big drawl of slowness and sticky slow events.
Although there was something that would happen every 5 minutes someone would say "fuck its hot, isnt it hot? it wasnt this hot during the day was it? lets go stand in the street."
So it turned out you saw more of your friends outside than inside a pub, which is always a good change.
During the night i think i kind of took myself on lots of adventures....all of which involved walking to different places pissed and by myself. I did whitness loads of alley way love though, people making out in every alley i walked down from william to crown street. Must have been something to do with the weather, definately nothing to do with the wine.


This is where it started, met Mick at the Darlo Bar for a drink.....which was great. Its paticularly awsome how we contrasted our wine with our hair. Genius, eboney and ivory together in harmony.....


Mick took this pick of me to remind me in the morning that my night did begin well, and i wasnt a complete mess the whole time. I guess.



Jolyon was great last night he had been at the green park since 4pm and with each drink became slightly more brilliant.
He also looked so smart in those damn glasses, i believed every word he said. Amazing.



Then i went to meet steele at the gaslight but couldnt find him and found Vivi, Lucy and Simone instead.
This was about the time when the gin started, and the tears and the long discussions huddled next to the poker machines.
Vivi is one of my dearest friends and she also made me her knitting protogue a couple of years ago.....There was a slight feminist gin movement in the poker machine corner last night..... Sorry i didnt come and get hotdogs vivi i will soon.



This is my friend Lucy we have known each other since primary school....anyway we look very similar to the point were we are mistaken for each other regularly. Its great......sometimes.



I BET THAT YOU LOOK GOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
So lastly i ended up at purple sneakers.....boy i have never been emersed in a crowd of that many scenesters!
They even played that song "hey scenesters"- by the cribs......well obviously it was the crowd favorite.
Tried to find an arctic monkey look a-like boy,

(not the porky one on the end!)
but it seems that the people there hadnt quite gotten over the whole bloc party banquet hairdo of early 2004.


Watching: The winter olympics...... thinking of trying to find a figure skating costume to wear out to data rock tomorrow night... All that nude body stocking and sratigically placed bright lycra and sequins would just be too perfect!

xxnella

Mail order bride....

It gets lonely sometimes in this big city, with no partner in crime!
Doing all my own dirty work by myself is getting to me....
So if you want to be baked these:



at least three times a week!
And want to be able to slap this:



at least 5 times a week!

I also know how to make a damn proper cup of tea....none of this twatting about with tea bag's business, .
In a pot, with loose tea (always earl grey!), turned 7 times and strained for your drinking pleasure!
What are you waiting for, i am the little lady for YOU!

Xnells
( All applications are subject to a excruciating testing process)

Listening to :
Rickie Lee Jones- Priates, Screamin J Hawkins, The Presets- Are you the one 'remix', The russian Brides.

Reading:
Margaret Olley- Far from a still life.
She is an pretty old australian still life painter. Its great if you like that kind of thing, i'm guessing not many people who read this will like it though, so i am not recomending it.
Also reading loved up text messages from my best friend Jordy in Paris.....- Granny (jordy's nickname) you are like the spring time in the tulip fields in Holland! Bisousssss bisousssss bisousssssssssssssssssssssssss


At bastille.....looking every bit the thrusting fox he is!



Together frezzing, but sharing the hottest body heat in the whole of damn Paris... Outside Le Palais de Tokyo.



Reunited in the homeland sharing some yellowfin hand rolls....sorrid tales from across the pacific!

I love you thanks for saving my valentines day from complele un-romantic hell, when will the day come when we can have a double date with our better half boys? God onlys knows!

I wish i was lolita on St valentines day.

Well it wasnt all bad yesterday, but i did drink enough gin to turn into a bitter housewife.
The best think about yesterday was developing a roll of negs in my photography class which was amusing because i spilt a whole jug of fixer on myself. It didnt bother me because i actually quite like the smell, until my teacher told me that every old man that works in a photographic lab gets cancer because of the chemicals. Oh well.
Not one single random, "hey nella, you know i think your awsome and i just wanted to tell you and will you be my valentine"text message.....not a single one.
There wasn't even something like this waiting for me:

Oh well i was waiting and hoping all day, so i could make plans with the anticipated valentines text message sender, but since there wasnt one i shimmed on down to the van she video launch for their song kelly.....I'm sure you'll see it on mtv sometime soon.
This is me being Lolita on St Valentines day:


Anyway hang out with my friend Hickey she is a spinster like me...... And she is about to make an impact on myspace in a very big massive kinda way.


This last picture is with my friend aimee, eating the only type of E that we do eat.


All in all had a pretty stock standard singletons valentines day....

write something more interesting soon, when i interview someone who looks like a rat and skates like feret on a few E's!

x nella

Stationary is Sexy!

So today, i did my favorite kind of shopping.
I had a craving of the stationary kind......so i went to office works with my sister Tosha and her boyfriend Jack.
Here we are in the very extensive office chairs section.....of corse we had a race it wouldnt have been a trip to office works without one!


Most girls go shoe shopping if they are a little depressed, i do that sometimes too.
But the only kind of shopping that really hits the spot for me when i am a little down in the dumps is stationary.
Maybe its the vast array of note pad's, drawing pins with little hearts on them, personalised binders and my personal obsession labeling machines.....


On friday night i felt like crap after having another fight with my exboyfriend.
Not being noticed and being ignored is the worst feeling ever, i dont know if its this impending st valetines day thats coming up that has made me on edge and slightly self concious that i will be all alone on the 14th of this month.
Anyway, so after a day in bed and crying over stupid films last night and not eating much, i knew i had to pick my skinny ass up out of bed and go to office works. Just wandering the isles of embossed paper and filo-faxes made me feel better.



Now i am going to open all my stuff and feel bad about all the excessive packaging that cant be recycled.

watching: Playtime, a french movie from the 70's very funny, also got out elizabethtown last night from the video shop.
Couldnt focus that much because my mum kept on saying i am like kirstin dunst's character.....its ok though.

Listening to: Cat Power greatest hits, Brian Wilson-smile, !!! - feel good hit of the fall

x nella

Friday on my mind.....

So friday was finally here, i had a lettering class in the afternoon which seemed to endlessly drag on.
There is only so many times you can write the alphabet without going slightly mad.
Had arranged to meet Steele Bonus at 5.30 outside Benny's work on crown st. I was late and met him at 6.30 at china heights.
The exhibition was good, saw my good friend's gareth and dom who i hadnt seen in a while.
Anyway, i drank too much and fell down a hill grazing my hands i am still suffering from the gravel in my palms......the highlight of the night was having a hot-dog with sam (my main gay.....everyone needs a main gay in their lives.) he got a pepperoni slice, but was jealous of my hot dog because of the cheese sauce that looks like cum dribbled all over my face. He said it was just like a perverted Terry Richardson advert.
Here we are looking like we have been busted doing in an alley.....:



Steele Bonus at Judgement bar......approx 3.30am.



This man is an eligable bachalor ladies, he is the best, likes squash, a good dutch beer and his oma's Het Gouden Speculaasje
(delicous spiced dutch cookie). Lately he has been having a bit of bad luck with the ladies....to cut this short, skanks need not apply, but if you a sweet little lady who wants a piece of the Bone-Man email me and i will set you up! nellavan@optusnet.com.au.
I woke up yesterday feeling very ill, no doubt it was from those dodgy free brazillian beers me and mick were skulling at the exhibition. (sorry i accidently deleted that photo of us sweets, lets meet up tomorrow afternoon so i can give you that new music anyway)

Listening to: Fuck Buddies - Invasion..... check their myspace! They are very good.


xx nella ( cupid to my friends)

Gullivers Travels

Well today was scary.
I had my computers class in the morning and there is a very very obese girl in the class.
Not the type of person you see at Mc Donald's and you think, "oh slow down you dont need those 3 cheese burgers and super size coke" but the type of obese that you see on an oprah health special "shock woman at 350 pounds".
Anyway, we were in this computers class and she falls off her chair pulls down the table also and started grabing her chest,
the teacher was out of the room and all the other girls are screaming so i run over and with the help of three other girls roll her into the recovery position. She got taken to hospital and is fine.
But it was like Gullivers Travels, anyone who know's me know's i am not very big, i am 166cm and 54kg, this girl is at probably 200kg. After that i was too scared to each lunch in fear of ever getting that fat.


x nurse nella to the rescue.

"IF YOU AINT DUTCH, YOU AINT MUCH!"

Woe is me at work......

Yes. Here i am at work, i have had many various exciting jobs.
This one involves amazing art work, really expensive cars, decorative arts that if you break you would have to sell your house to pay for them, creepy dolls that people collect.....but sometimes it involves staring at a computer all day entering consignment numbers.....eeeeerrrrrrrrrr.
To make up for it i must do something really exciting.....pity i already know that tomorrow i will be sitting at st vincents hospital waiting for an appointment with my hand micro-surgeon for my operation that i have coming up....
then i will have hand therapy for an hour.....at least i get a scar tissue massage with that.
Oh well. I think i will drink lots of red wine and bake cookies tonight, to make up for all this mess and bore.

x nella
woe is me......

p.s i hate all this saint valentines day advertising......it is very depressing when you have no valentine.

the wierd ways of 20-25year old boys....

Why do boys at this age bother to have girlfriends?
It doesnt matter how much they say they love you, its just a series of damn infatuations...
Why are boys so scared of liking girls, to the point of where they do realise they like them and they do something really mean and stupid to the girl because they do like them. And when your with them they think that being wasted is an excuse to cheat on you because everyone does it.
This has really been bugging me lately.

Maybe its time for a boy detox........

FACT OR CRAP????

Is it fact or crap that Roland Mouret is going to Chloe now that Phoebe Philo is leaving??
Is the famous 'Galaxy Dress' dress going to work in the softest off white cotton lace that only Chloe can do.....
You know what i mean if you have worn it, its the type of fabric in a chloe dress that when you are walking on a hot summers day and you pass under the shade of a tree and a cool breeze passes and the flow of the dress brushes your legs and you get goose bumps!

Thank you Larsey (prinny number3) for carrying my shopping on that freezing french day.

I love you.....SKYPE ME!!!!!!!!!

the nella chronicles

Just a little more on franz ferdinand....
I thought that their side show at the enmore was fantastic and far better and more exciting and brilliant than any other show i saw that week.
Before seeing them, i never thought of them as a band that was different from that whole wave of music....
I dont think i would have even gone to their show if i hadnt been given a pass. (Thanks Tim Hoey!)
After the show, backstage mitchell fell asleep in his band room which was hallarious.
Hickey was equally hallarious sticking signs on the chairs (V.I.C = VERY IMPORTANT CUTTERS).
Then we went to the after party where i briefly met Alex Karprinos. A few things i liked, mainly his ability to wear red ( When i wear red it makes me look slightly jaundous and ill)and i also liked that he introduced himself with a firm handshake.
So now in retrospective and after reading their band blog on their website, i think that they are a very good band. I also like the speed of their new song....its a little faster.
My ex boyfriend Glen fancies himself to look like Alex Kaprinos.....i will post some photo's later and anyone who reads this can comment on if they think so or not....I didnt when Glen first mentioned it, but after meeting him i think he does kind of.
Also if anyone knows Alex Kaprinos....maybe they can show him.

Anyway....to end this is for Jude who just had the stick figure in this next photo's baby.....congratulations...... and i have posted a gift.

I took it whilst in JB (JUST BABES) HIFI on sunday whilst my best friend josephine shopped for dvd's.

I am still sick and my head is feeling like a ball of snot.
Will post a recipe for amazing bananna cake when i get home.

nelsonx

The first chronicle.......

This is the first chronicle........
Just spent the evening blowing my nose, and watching some DVD that one of my sisters stalkers made for her with video clips he had some how recorded on to VHS from rage and such then put them on DVD. 5 DVD's with 4 hours of video clips on each one. See he is a stalker, the guy had nothing better to do than make my sister these DVD's, probably on a saturday night, probably doing gross 17 year old boy things over a photo of her in between pressing burn on imovie.
Saying that, they were actually quite good, lots of Blur and other various britpop, although on that range there was a lack of supergrass. Highlight was Chrissie Amphlett : Science Fiction. She is amazing, i plan on reading her auto-bigography before the summer is out. I really like the high pitch ...... woohhhoooooowww's she does in the middle of her song.

Its a monday evening here and now.....and the weekend just past was slightly eventful and slightly dumb.
The slightly eventful part went like this:
My good friend Mikey asked me if i would partake in his 'POD WARS' night he was doing at the cricketers arms hotel on saturday. I said 'SURE'. The idea was that each participant would get 20mins and have either an already selected playlist or you could wing it and time the songs into each other. Then you would be judged by 3 Judges out of 10 : Mikey, Viv ( my best friend who works behind the bar), Dom (who owns the bar) and Melanie (some girl who was wasted and was having her birthday party there). Then the two highest score places would battle song for song for 5 songs. Winner gets a 6pack of beer.
So the night kicked off well, had a whiskey and water and a little bit of lemonade because i felt like i was coming down with a cold (which i now have) and i saw that in a movie once that whiskey helps colds. Spoke to Timmy Turntables (viv's boyfriend) about how gross johnny midnight (old flatmate at 314 crown st) used to smell because he only used to wash his clothes with water and no sud's, Timmy also reminded me of the time Johnny owed him rent money but convinced Timmy that swapping him two tshirts would more than make up for the rent. Then Timmy wore one of his newly aquired 'rent-money tshirt's' to get some milk and couldnt figure out what the horrid smell lurking around him was......he realised with a wiff of the armpit it was his new shirt......Johnny had swapped Timmy soiled t-shirts for rent money!
This story made me teary from laughing so much.
My set time was 10pm..... i came early to check out my competition.
I missed Timmy's set but he was peeved because the drunk birthday girl scored him a 5!
Then Mikey played.....he was more organising so i think he just played some kind of hip-hop music. Then nathan played i thought he was my competition he started off with : Billy Jean. Everyone knows thats a party song and he had two friends dressed up dancing like Micheal Jackson.
Then came Lucky he was an a wildcard entry, he is gay and asian and wears those cool 'bathing ape' type clothes. This is when i started to get worried.....he had cool sunglasses and some other gay guys dancing for him....I had no props like sungasses to help my scores. Timmy knew he was going to loose so he decided he was going to help me win, we thought about ripping down the little fairylights that were around the doorway and wrapping me in them like a christmas tree.
But then aborted because they were stuck on too tight and because Dom who owns the bar was also a judge, and i'm sure he likes his fairy lights just where they are.
AT THIS POINT I ALSO DECIDED TO ABORT MY PLAYLIST.....I WAS GOING TO WING IT....
Louise played next, i suggested she play to Mikey, as i think she is very cool, only recently met her but am a fan already.
She just left her playlist on and came and drank outside with me.
Then it was my turn.....i made Timmy and Lou dance with me behind the dj booth.
I had some moves and was wearing a very cute outfit consiting of my favorite cacharel boots made out of some very young soft calf....black tights (which got a ladder because of a dance move in which i jumped onto the dj booth and did some leg crossing) a navy blue silk mini skirt and a white lace shirt which was my mums from india in the 70's. It was very Marianne Faithfull post Mick Jagger break up.
I played, tears for fears-head over heals, Melanie-brand new key, tom vek-CC( you set the fire in me), The beach boys- i was made to love her, elo-livin things......i think i played something else but i cant remember.
Anyway, i ended up having the highest score....but the second place getter was Lucky. We had to 'POD WAR'.
There is no need to get into the last part, because i lost to 'Pump the Jam'.
I was a gracious loser....but i had planned on using those winning beers to give to certain boy so he would be impressed.
NO BEERS.......NO BOY........NO POD WAR CROWN.
But i was completely drunk from my home cold solution of whiskey and water and a little bit of lemonade.

The only exciting thing was that i worked out how to post images on peoples comment sections on myspace.....incase your wondering because its not in the FAQ section.......get onto that TOM!
You have to host the image on photo bucket (www.photobucket.com) then when you are making a comment type:



Anyway....next time in the nella chronicles some blah of some either equally as boring writting or maybe it might be slightly more exciting!

x nella

READING: franz ferdinand's band blog on their website, its very good. You can tell they went to university. Also saturdays sydney morning herald.....favorite headline : 'who's going to tell Mark CHOPPER reid his paints are awful'

LISTENING TO: arctic monkeys, pet shop boys-ballads,ssm ( i found them on myspace and am slightly obsessed).

WATCHING: those stalker DVD's of my sisters.

This is me eating pancakes the other night....it was belated birthday dinner.


p.s sorry to Albert's friend i hit in the head with my earphone....i was nervous from the battle.