MySpace vs. Facebook

So I've been a MySpace addict from way back. I started using it a couple of years ago as a way to procrastinate from studying during end of year exams. Having been a user for such a long time, and pimped and prettied my page in times of boredom to 'reflect who I am', I find it sad that it seems to have been dropped of late for something newer. And by that I mean Facebook.

Now I have to admit I'm being quite hypocritical. I also have a Facebook account, which is regularly monitored. Despite originally declaring it boring, 'not pretty enough' and kinda pointless, it has actually grown on me. In fact, when I see people's profiles with lots of added applications, I think to myself, 'that's kind of lame, this isn't MySpace'. Yet despite my growing addiction to Facebook, I still find it a shame that so many people have ditched their MySpace accounts. I miss logging on and seeing


Now I'm more commonly faced with a blank space. Very sad.
So I make a request that all my fellow social-networking-site-sluts don't abandon their MySpace in search of greener pastures. Give them both a go. Recognise their individual attributes. There's no need to choose.

Man I'm full of crap :)

kiss hug

bliss.

i ♥ driving around in the sun

added bonus when there are shopping bags at my feet :)

teamwork shmeamwork

group work is the bain of my existence.

have you ever been stuck with people for a school or uni assignment that seem to be completely and utterly retarded? like they have no idea what they're supposed to be doing? and then they ask you for guidance every step of the way as if you're the tutor or something?

GARRGH

i suppose i shouldn't complain, up until now i've been pretty lucky with who i've been put with. it's my final semester, and it had to happen some time. just looks like i'll be spending tomorrow afternoon rewriting the assignment. oh joy.

Memories Monday # 5

Nearly forgot my Memories Monday! Shock. Horror. This week's memory is from 2002, back when I was still at school.

In year 10 I headed over to France as part of an exchange program. We spent 2 weeks living with a French student, then 3 days in Paris at the end of the trip with the other Australians from our school, and the (small) group from the boys' school that had come over with us. In this pic we had just arrived at our hotel in Paris. I was lucky enough to have travelled over the other side of the world with 4 of my best friends- 3 of whom are pictured here (don't know where you were Pruey, but you did get a whole post devoted to you, so I don't feel so bad).
When we went up to our rooms in the hotel (in the red light district might I add) we were quick - and very happy- to discover that directly opposite us were a bunch of very cute Swiss-German boys, also on a school trip. Being typical over-excited, hot-blooded teenage girls, we then proceeded to spend most of our time while in the hotel rooms hanging out the windows talking and attempting to flirt with the guys. On the last night some of my friends were even so risque as to sneak off into the boys' rooms, while Pruey and I smuggled one of the hotter ones into ours. We fed him Vegemite, and felt extremely naughty, especially when our teacher came around looking for the other girls, and we had Stefan hiding in our bathroom...ohh good times.

I find this strangely amusing...thoughts?

music is my hot hot sex #2

Songs I'm loving right at this minute:

• Cinammon - The Long Winters

• Something Pretty - Patrick Park

• Song For Sunshine - Belle and Sebastian

• Keep Breathing - Ingrid Michaelson

• For the Girl - The Fratellis
• My Moon My Man - Feist
• 24 Hour - The Sounds

downer

feeling mighty emo today.
miss everyone heaps.
uni starting to heat up.
wanna relive last summer.
being lonely sucks.


kiss hug

Check. Check. Check.

Plans for tomorrow:

1. sleep in until after 10
2. read a few more chapters of A Diamond as Big as the Ritz by F.Scott Fitzgerald
   
3. get to tute a bit early so I can get my assignment finished to hand in
4. check out the Cactus Jam sale on in Prahran
5. head to Big W to buy Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind and Fast Times at Ridgemont High at DVD sale for $8 each
6. write up a mid-semester reflection on blog for Interdisciplinary Comm Project subject
7. eat yummy dinner :)
8. chill out with Mike over Lizzy Maguire movie and photos of his overseas trip
   

blah.

uni is overrated.

today i had a lecture, followed by two 2-hour tutes.
the lecture was utterly pointless, listening to an RMIT graduate talk about her role with the Midsumma Festival.
the first tute was just for group work for an assignment, and 3 of the 5 members of our group were away, so i went to the computer labs. so much homework to do, but of course it was all at home.
the second tute was horrible. the tutor is so irritating, the people in my class are irritating (other than like 5 of them) and the exercises are boring.

overall a craptastic day at uni.

on a lighter note, check out my girl han's new blog. snaps for han starting a blog!

they grow up so fast...

I can't live without...

80s movies

chocolate.
all things kitsch and quirky.

the 60s

anything french - music, films, people, style, language, food

fashion

sketching.

my beloved hair straightener.

mummy - my housemate

taking photos.

all my pretty little knick knacks.

good music.

reading.

fashion magazines.

shoes.

you've got wits, you've got looks, you've got passion

but i swear that you've got me all wrong

ode to prue

Well my good friend Prue has been hassling me about writing a 'feature post' on her... so, as I'm such a good friend, and I have a pile of homework I should be doing, I'm instead going to oblige and use this as a last ditch way to procrastinate.

here goes...
My friend's name is Prudence, but I like to refer to her as Prue, Pruey, P.Chilly, Fatty, Pumpkin or The Rock. I've known Prue since I started high school, and we were put in the same peer support group. Other than the fortnightly meetings, I didn't have that much to do with her, and I think that was pretty accurately displayed in her comment on me in a game of 'Warm and Fuzzies' that ended the year. And I quote:

'She was the #1 laugher at my jokes'

thanks for the deep insight into my personality Fatty.
Anyway when the start of year 8 rolled around, as fate would have it I found myself in a class with P.Chilly herself. As we shared friends, we became closer, and what followed was a year of gaiety, of (attempting) to make our own scary movies, of aerobics in form group, of dressing up in medieval costumes (Prudence was the Pope) and of getting our braces off. And we never looked back. Seven fun-filled years later we're still friends, still share our love of cheesy pop songs (most notably Shakaya - Cinderella and Vengaboys - We Like To Party), still have warped senses of humour and still hold fond memories of our dancing to ABBA and cheese eating on our special annual trips to Apollo Bay.

So, my Fatty, in honour of your upcoming 21st birthday, here is your feature post. A trip through our wonderful years spent together. And just to add to the vomit-worthy sickly-sweetness of it all...some of my fave pics of us :)

yay or nay?

the new fringe....

good or bad?

you decide.

Memory Mondays # 4

This week's memories don't travel quite as far back as the last ones...in fact they're from last night. This does kinda defeat the purpose of these posts, but the photos bring back pretty vivid memories for me, so they'll do.

After a highly frustrating and emotional afternoon, I cheered myself up and finally relaxed, making some jam cookies with Nara, my brother's Brazilian girlfriend (she's visiting for a few months, but leaves in a couple of weeks.. very sad). This worked pretty well, the first batch came out looking yummy and tasting really nice - we couldn't help sneaking a couple off the tray, despite the huge banquet being cooked up by my brother for us. Then we finished up the second batch and put them in the oven to bake. 15 minutes later, we opened the oven to find about 20 perfect looking cookies, topped with a blob of blackberry jam. Yummy.
So I carefully pulled them out of the oven with a teatowel and started taking them over the to bench where they could cool. I made it about 30 cm before the tray slipped and the cookies fell jam down onto the floor. Cue tears of frustration, followed by hysterical giggling. A great way to top off the emotionally exhausting afternoon! But after we cleared all the dried jam off the floor, and mum added more jam to the fallen cookies, assuring me no-one would care they had been on the floor (and we wouldn't tell my other brother and his girlfriend who were coming around a bit later ...muahaha) everything was ok. And the cookies tasted gooooood.
Better than they look, I can assure you. Hence the mostly empty plate in the last shot! :)





Nicole's Jam Cookies

1/2 cup caster sugar
2 tablespoons butter
1 egg
1 cup flour (self-raising)
jam of choice (I recommend strawberry)

1. Cream butter and sugar
2. Add egg and flour, mix gently
3. roll into balls and place on greased baking tray
4. make small holes in the surface and drop jam in
5. Bake 15 minutes, moderate oven
6. Extra nice if you dust with icing sugar when cool

yeah baby.

it's sunny and warm and i'm wearing a tshirt :)

photobooth. good times.

to whoever invented the Photobooth program on Apple Macs.....thankyou. that program has helped me waste hours of potentially useful time - in the morning when i can't be bothered getting myself dressed and cleaned to actually head out and do something worthwhile, in the afternoon when i should be doing homework, before leaving for a night out, and late at night when i get home. thanks to Photobooth, friends' visits to my place have been extended by an extra couple of hours, late into the night. thanks to Photobooth i'm much closer to getting those rock hard ab muscles that girls dream about. and most importantly, Photobooth has provided a chance for me and my friends to pose shamelessly, make stupid faces, take photos of ourselves with 20 different facial expressions, and has basically just satisfied our desire for gratuitous shots of ourselves. god bless the mac.