lunch for 2 on a brisk winters day at the sidewalk cafe!

There is no excuse for my lack of posting, only that i couldnt be bothered and have been working so much.
So yesterday, Jolyon and i had a movie and shopping day.

We were handed this while walking through the city to david jones, Jolyon looks quite conflicted.......


We worked up an appitite in the womens shoe section, i was contemplating some fur trimmed
Marc Jacobs bronzed gumboots. They were super new money russian bitchy princess, so not so versitile but they reduced
from $560 to $240.... Anyway we decided on my favorite city cafe, which is in the over pass above
Castleraegh st in between centre point tower and David Jones.




Jolyon ordered the Triple Decker BLT with fries...... They are so good with the little toothpicks.


I got Crepes with strawberrys and ice-cream, they forgot the side of maple syrup. The waitress got
distracted by trying to get me to have cream and ice cream?!?!?! Is that needed?!?!? what is the point?!?!
But we shared our meals and got some cokes too. After a while the big fat david jones mums were freaking me
out as a future vision of myself. If anyone is interested everytime i go to the sidewalk cafe the special is Cauliflower
soup.


One happy girl, crepes/ pancakes are one of my favorite comfort foods.... they bring a smile to my face which
grows with every bite, till my jeans pop!


Well thats the end to another lunch date with Jolyon, both complaining of the boyfriends we dont have
and why i cant find candy pink nail polish.


The fun wasnt over by a long shot, next we caught a flick, Pirates of the Carribbean. Jordan came and met us also.
Which is kind of dumb, the CGI is so bad, and Johnny depp gets eaten by a big squid that looks like a toothed vagina.
And the mixed seafood army was just gross.... And i even had the whole experience of making sure i had a pirates of the carribbean combo of pop corn and coke which was shared and obviously unfinshed.


Then walking down to China town for the night markets, which werent on we found this asian crepe place....
Jordan looks like he might get the mixed meat with mayonaise and orange slices...mmmmm good choice.


I'm pretty sure the chewed up and vommited seafood and ham and oranges is my personal longing.

Thank god i was wearing a trans ocasion outfit, because day was becoming night and we were pub bound
to shake the bad movie off with a beer. The cricketers was great as usual but i forgot to take anymore photos.
We met Luke and Mix and David Gac's , by this time i was once again in my gaggle of gays. We found some sydney university 'ARTS LAW WEEK' flyers and Luke and i angled them out of our bags to try and attracted some smart cute boys, it didnt work.
We were interupted by this rude drunk girl who came to smoke on our table then started eating my salad off my plate with her grubby little hands...gross i didnt even know her.
Anyway 3 vodka an pinapple juices (Hawaii in a glass), the gays had gone to do gays only things, and Bennadicte, Mikey and i went to the Shakespear (10.40pm). It smelt like B.O and was gross, then i accidently got red wine spilt all over my white dress and had to bow out gracefully and go home in a taxi. Just when we were about to go dancing....
BUMMER....

Nella xxx

Listening to: Lupe Fiasco- Kick Push, Giant Drag- Your full of shit (check out my sweet riffs), Paul McCartney and Wings
Live and let die and lots and lots of Split Enz.

FIONA APPLE WAS THE POSTER CHILD FOR ANNOREXIA IN THE LATE NINTIES ALTERNATIVE SCENE, WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME?

Sorry dedicated readers.... (rose and justin!), 'like sand through an hour glass so are the days of our lives' THATS RIGHT I HAVE A LIFE! And i broke my camera, but i put in the asian repair shop at broadway shopping centre to get a new battery flap put on. Enough with the excuses, here are some photos of my so called life... (SNAP! i love that show!)

the only way to keep up that shadow of your former self, breakfast of twinnings earl grey loose leaf tea and some cigarettes.

it was a cold windy day and old perverts got a look up my flowing skirt.

the best net-burner in NSW..... SOPHIE HUNTER!

she doesnt even flinch when i do stuff like this.

1 of 3..... each closer to me falling off.

2 of 3..... closer...

3 of 3..... HA didnt fall, amazing.

the newest recruit to my jew-crew.... Lauren Hotz.... you know how we roll, SHALOM BITCHES!

the cutest flower i found at the cactus garden..

it is a native to south africa...

do you think they sell them at bunnings?

nothing but a bunch of damn lesbian hood-rats!

Sarah Read-bags, is a big fan of the mexican flavour..... WHO ISN'T?

Sophie Hunter and Melissa Pont surveying the menu, give it up! AS IF YOU ARENT GETTING NACHO'S!

i wish i lost my virginity in this hat.

hahahaha its so gross, it gave us all fart attacks and sore tummys for a couple of days... but was totally worth it!

sometimes i am kind of amazing, this is one of those times.

*Appart from all that fun stuff, i am so mad crushed out on chad michael murrey from one tree hill... ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY!
*I won the POD WAR finally.... sheesh.... RHYTHYM IS A DANCER BY SNAP got me over the line FIRST!
*Still dont have anyone to bake for and keep me warm at night.... an electric blanket and constantly thinking "who ate all the cookies?" when it was you, isnt so good.
*Totally want to learn a new knitting stitch, plain is getting boring.
*Have been too busy working to notice i am slightly festively plump.
*Sam Hodge is still my main gay.... But i tell Luke he is so he doesnt get jealous.

xxx nella

final destination 1,2&3.... an asian adventure.

firstly, the ins and outs in nail colour fashion:

So i was feeling crappy and teary and gross, whats a girl to do? GO AND GET REALLY FUN MANICURE'S and cry about boys to the asian manicurist that doesn't know a word of english. Orange is the new nude.
Wednesdays are totally devoted to fun friend dates, so Jolyon and i hit up Chi-town big time.

Eating korean BBQ in the sussex centre, best ever! I'm so not affraid of carbs.

Jolyon and all the other mingers in this town must now only get hair do's here.

MONCHICHI'S MONCHICHI'S. They are cute and scary, but i really love them.

Then we went to this shop and jolyon made me try on the harajuku girl clothes,
it freaked me out and i had to leave and smoke at least 5 cigarettes to get over it.
Our date was going so great, but it to top it off we went to the movies on george st to see Final Destination 3.....it is a cinematic master piece 4 and a half stars.

A freak rain storm hit and we had to wait it out at the gaslight.

Good night, i have a monster-truck headache and am making a present for a friend's birthday...... people who dont give birthday presents or make cards are fucking rude.

listening to : birthday - junior boys

just dont know quite what to do with myself.

This is me and Lozz.
To my best friend 'lisa left eye luke', see you later.
And to anyone else reading who feels the urge to take me out, i really like cheese cake and going to the movies.
ummmm

poor girl, paris hilton stole her boyfriend, cant quite seem to kick the annorexia, has mor balenciaga motorcycle bags than total kilo's she weighs and her stupid sister is always out pouting her!

p.s i think i am in love with a real live boy!

nell

listening to:
do it- the unicorns
space for rent- who made who
i really love you except- oh no! oh my!
bump - spank rock

NO READING JUST KNITTING INFRONT OF THE HEATER!

quote of the week : "Stir-fry's are so 90's!"

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