Dur dur d'etre bebe.

This is Jordy and he is 5 years old and already a french techno star.
His hit song Dur dur d'etre bebe is about just how crap being 5 is.

His myspaz is amazing also.

current mood: clogged and vexed.
listening to: OH NO! OH MY!- 'jane is fat' and 'i love you all the time'

p.s my exboyfriend is going to start a street fighting gang!

p.p.s I AM SO HIGH ON HEBREW IT HURTS MY CUTZPAH!

That 5 year life plan.... that i dont have.

So you know how people map out their goals in a 5 year life plan?
And you know that the people who have these 5 year life plans really only date someone else with
a 5 year life plan, then they merger their equally ambitous 5 year life plans to include stuff like:
*Go london to meet up with (insert identical couple now living in london).
*Jump three pay levels and buy a house.

Other crap like this.

Well here is mine:
*Make out on splash mountain at disneyland.
*Break at least one limb whilst doing an X tream sport or having sex.
*Win a competion for something really crap like a trip to noosa in a crap hotel and take luke with me so he complains the whole time.
*Get SSSSAAAAAAAMMMMM a boyfriend so he can stop this slut spiral.
*Buy some sort of investment, not including shoes.

Even if i get non of those things done, doesnt really matter.
But i will avoid a late twenties crisis and laugh at anyone having them because they aimed too high!

listening to:
Sugarcubes- Hit!

We wound up in a ditch mum, i couldnt hear my phone.

So good friday, a day when liquor isnt sold to take away and the bars close at 9pm.
Luke and i managed to be a blubbering drunken vomiting mess and this is how it went:
We went to the ass light for a couple of beers and to skope guys, nothing appealing though.
But SAM managed to hook his hot little self up with pretty cute dude.
Anyway, there was some stuffing around buying a penthouse and a packet of mint slices for Ed and the darlo
bar.
Then we decide to have a night cap at Jason's Manor fruit lexia pinot is so amsome to end the night with.
The plan then was to go back to Lukes to listen to do lounge room dancing, BUT walking down Riley st we were
totally stalked by pounding huge footsteps headed our way, and then some scary old gay almost tried to mug us.
But we hot tailed it out of there freaking out, we ran down an alley and down another past the biggest roller door in
the southern Hemisphere and up another alley and ran into an TEEN HOUSE PARTY! The people
were really crap and wasted but they had a duty free size bottle of bean and coke which was very generous. There was all
this crap art on the walls which the guy told me about, it was so crap but i said "Your so talented, its amazing, its your passion....umm is there any pot?" He rolled us a joint, i booty danced to smashing pumpkins and we were outta there.
There was another house party we found but the people seemed to know each other and then luke spilt coke on
the white carpets so we bailed. Then back at Lukes pad we were totally stoned and Luke totally greened the fuck out
and vomited, PUSSY.
This little lady can handle her chronic y'all!

Listening to:
Ciara- Oh and my goodies.

Wanting:
Someone to watch dvd's in bed with me tonight in our knickers.

Pretty Vexed right now...

This photo really doesnt need to be explained at all, quite possibly my hottest look this year!

Its been a pretty boozy jesus festival the past 3 days, so sunday night reflection in bed seems best.
Sorry for anyone that had to see me freak the fuck out last night at the gas light. My usually shy and
demure facade has been smashed to bits dammit. But the behaviour was warranted, and i have the bruises
to prove it!
A few thank you's:
Steele Bonus, thanks for your t-shirt that i wiped snot, mascara and tears on.
Jordi, for telling me he loved me under the cover of his hoodie.
Sam, for being a lying gay and buying me some red wine.
Justine, for being the bestest girlfriend in the world, who was the sexiest girl on the dance floor last night.
James, for holding me back, arms and legs still kicking.

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST.....

LLLLLLLLUUUUUKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
'Girl i can see you been crying and you needed somebody to talk to'
Thank you for halling my ass off the middle of the road at a very lame suicide attempt.
Because there was a red light....
And for doing body rolls and sexy leg dancing at 3am.
And for being the greatest new friend a girl could ask for..
Oh and also for helping me steal schooner glasses so we could smash them.

Sorry to:
All the residents of Reservoir st who put their bins out last night.....
It just felt so good attacking them with Karate kicks and wailing laughter.
'Last seen a very small baby cub looking man scretching, followed by and totering heeled lady
in a flowing red dress and tear stained face in fits of laughter' -this would be our description that an angry elderly
neighbourhood watch officer would have left on the surry hills police station answering machine.

Listening to:
Cocteau Twins- those eyes that mouth
Giant Drag- Kevin is gay
styx- come sail away.

Wanting:
Boys with outragously hot upper bodies and a sense of humor.

Love nella
smarter and prettier than your average bird.

BLOW OUT!

the nella chronicles

Sorry for the lack of posts in like forever.
Its been a terrible coulple of months but i'm maintaining.
Well there has been little to no progress in finding a suitable boyfriend...Things boys should remember:
*Need NOT apply if you have a girlfriend who your not going to leave for me.
(What was the point of the past 2 months i am now trying to work out?!?! Why did boy in question even talk to me in the begining?!?! I know i am cute and kind of addictive, but come on, give a girl a break.)
*When your my ex, please stop complicating the whole icky situation and give me some R-SPECT! For shits sake i have made you blow more than you've had wet dreams so just do whats right and keep this girl sane for more than 2 weeks.
*I know it was only a concert and i so didnt want to be your girlfriend even really, but there is no need to get nasty. What were you thinking? everyone knows sigur ros is music made for lovers. A little bit of ettiiquette wouldnt hurt.
*OH YEH IF YOUR TOTALLY TOO SWEET FOR WORDS AND WILL GIVE RANDOM PIGGY BACKS AND MAKE A GIRL LAUGH.....YOUR A SHOE IN!

C1957 300SL MERCEDES BENZ ROADSTER.

To even find a nail polish in the same colour as this beautiful car would make me pretty much happy for at least a year or so.
Its being auctioned through my work on the 26th of march at fox studio's.




The sign on the windsreen says : "please admire but do not touch"
I wish this automatically applied as a general rule of thumb to all boys.
Especially if a girl is fragile from life, a life a 22 year old girl like me has.

l'amour étrange et nouveaux amis

(PROLOG:THE MR DARCY POST IS MEANT TO GO AFTER THIS IN MY RELEVANCE)
So sunday was the St Jeromes Laneway Festival.
It was one of the best festivals i have been to because i did actually see some bands.
Usually i end up stuck in a porter-loo while i hear the begining cords to my "favorite" song by the
only band i wanted to see all day.
Anyway.....Most of the things that happened do not need to be mentioned on a public forum.
But i did go swimming in my underwear and *WON* a brooke sheilds blue lagoon swimming contest.

So i will photo-blog it:

This is me eating a festival DAWG! It was actually smart if i hadnt eaten this (actually i ate a quater and gave the rest to andy because i am in diet) i would have ended up in a gutter covered in my own spew and with a dick drawn on my head in posca!


This is the posies....Hickey says they used to be cool, pitty they just looked like pasty fat old tards because the microphone was so soft you couldnt hear the singers nonsence. NOT TO ALL BAND LOVING HIPSTER GROUPIE GIRLS: THEY DONT STAY SKINNY AND FLOPPY HAIRED, THIS IS WHAT ALL THAT BEER AND LATE NIGHTS DOES!


LE SAVY FAV: i dont really get it, but i think the one with the glasses is better than frosty fruits on a hot day!
they have undies on i swear, backstage being photographed by a beautiful MASSIVE polaroid camera.


Whilst being traipsed around by my stand-in very protective and saving boyfriend, seen in background. For which i am very very very amazingly greatful, if it were'nt for him i would be raped by english lout's, beaten up by a jealous over the hill (over 30) Photographer girl, who LOOKED LIKE SHIT! But i would have been fine without him aswell.
We were trying to find our friend Briony (best girl in the word PERIOD) and then busted these two guys who were meant to be
taking down everything, but instead decided to arm wrestle.....obvious choice i thought.


Thats all as usual my night ended in a dramatic taxi ride home tears and mascara all over my face......only this time my hair smelt like chlorine!!!!!!!!

MR DARCY......

"A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment...."
-
Geeze why oh why do i have these lady-ish thoughts. It just gets a little too much at times.
Detachment may be a simpler option? But how do i know its simpler? Shit i hate it.
Even slightly remotely hoping to have a Mr Darcy of my very own is increasingly becoming harder and harder.
But if there is one, then he know's, i think.




"If he had been wavering before, as to what he should do, which had often seemed likely, the advice and entreaty of so near a relation might settle every doubt, and determine him at once to be as happy, as dignity unblemished could make him" Elizabeth Bennett about Mr Darcy.

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!"