Thursday, June 30, 2011
Been meaning to watch this movie for a long time. In fact the post-it note saying 'WATCH THE GO-GETTER' has become dusty and not sticky enough to stay on my wall. So it's a good thing I finally watched it. I'd recommend the movie if you like those strange ambiguous movies where you kinda interpret it however you wish to. It's quirky and funny and has lovely scenery all throughout.
Monday, June 27, 2011
A nice boy I know recommended a whole heap of movies for me to watch so today I parked on the couch for a solid 5 hours and after catching up on Downtown Abbey (really it's a shit tv show I don't even know why I watch it) I watched movie 1: Into the Wild. I really can't believe I hadn't already seen this movie because it checks all the boxes for me; pretty scenery- check, good soundtrack- check, life rambling- check, tragedy- check, broaches the topic of self-actualisation- check. Anyway I sure am glad I finally watched it because it really is a superb film which made me smile the whole way through. Other than when he died of starvation but that was minor in comparison to all the smile-provoking scenes! In fact I found his death not very sad at all because he managed to live so much in the time before he died that it almost seemed natural for death to come after so much living. There was a bazillion great quotes from that movie which makes me want to squeal with glee as I'm a huge quote junkie. I think my favourite quote was; "Happiness is only real when shared". There's a beautiful simplicity in that phrase and when Chris wrote that quote down in the movie that was my favourite moment because that is when he realised that no matter how happy and self-evolved he feels out in Alaska, in isolation, it doesn't mean anything until you can share those feelings and moments with another person.. Anyway, that's one movie down and I still have a huge pile of movies to get through before holidays finish and reality sets back in.
Friday, June 24, 2011
I'm getting kinda sick of doing the old intro "I haven't posted lately cos I'm busy la de la la" you get the gist. Last week I went to Northern NSW for a couple of days with the family which was lovely. We spent a few days in Byron then Mum and I drove around the small towns nestled in the hinterlands till it was late enough to be a necesscity to stop and find somewhere to stay. In the end we stayed at a cute little motel in Lismore with a cranky house cleaner and free milk. Seriously, after you book in there is a fridge of freebie mini cartons for your own pleasure. Wonderful. Byron I was pretty disappointed with the shops but ended up leaving with a khaki jacket and a cheetah necklace. What lacked in material goods, made up in food and now I am suffering in good-gourmet-food deprivation. Lismore surprisingly had plentfiul cool shit in the town although navigating became an issue immediently. Mum and I decided to dub Lismore the 'City of Confusing Crappy Round-Abouts' because there are literally 10 round about's in a 5km radius. We decided to go out for a bite to eat at dinner time but rather got lost, hounded for money by begger's and chased by stray cats. Never the less we did manage to escape and in that moment when we laid eyes on Paul (our car - paul the passatt) I have never felt so comforted by it's dark green station wagon goodness. Driving out of Lismore was a bit of a relief although stress and discomfort was not over yet.
Mum and I had the brilliant idea to take random mountain back roads to get home rather than the boring Pacific Highway where lunatics discriminate L-plate drivers even when they drive over the speed limit (an issue which never ceases to piss me off!!) We ended up on this crazy road that weaved up a huge mountain cutting very close cliff edges. Mum basically had an hour long heart-attack but the thrill was worth her high blood pressure. The view was awesome and sites along the way fascinated me to no end. Driveways up there were down right idiotic - either extremely steep up hill and down hill or zig-zagging through impossible landscape. We finished off the 5 hour drive home by stopping via Cavill to eat Mc Donalds and consequently get attacked by seagulls. I regret not punching out the five year old girl next to me who started the attack by offering handfuls of fries. Bitch. Overall it was a pretty lovely break and the only negative side was me losing my lens cap which I have managed to near-lose so many times and hence grown quite attached to him, and also a floral skirt which fell out of my bag and is now fluttering it's $3 fabric through the dusty run down streets of Lismore. The whole imagery of my skirt on the streets and my lens cap nestled amongst the rocks of a 116 year old rail station has inspired me and now I'm kinda tempted to do a photo series of random objects left lost in absurd places. Stay tuned.
I apologise if you've read the whole way down and don't enjoy writing blogs because this is what my blog has became. I was once content with posting pretty pictures for no particular reason but I've realised that a million tumblr's already are doing that so I'm sure those of you who are looking for that kind of blog fill can go check some of those out. Enjoy your winter break and start collecting your own memories and stories .
Driving around the mountains
Motel room in Lismore
Sunset in Byron
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
This whole next week and a half will be consistently fruitless. With exams over, all but two of my classes are worth attending which means I'm leaving school early on most days because quite frankly, I'd rather watch a movie at home than in a cold, clammy classroom.