THESE ARE THE THINGS I LIKE:
Street art, tic-tacs, vintage, chapstick;
World cinema, sushi, pugs, charles bukowski;
Lomography, lush rock, porcelain skin, tassles;
Plaid, glockenspiels, finger waves, castles.

Adding me means you'll be reveling in stories of my illicit (or at least I'd like to think so) escapades around Sydney Armidale, as well as exciting (I hope) tales of university life. Each entry will be dripping of sarcasm and laced with cynicism (occasionally even introspection!) -- the perfect balm for a mind-numbingly uninspiring day.

I like intelligent people who have interesting things to say. I like all types of opinions, and I'll read yours even if I don't necessarily agree. I'm always up for a lively, constructive debate. I like excellent grammar and am not afraid to grammar Nazi your ass off. I like people who will comment on my entries, not because they feel obligated, but because they genuinely find me interesting and are willing to share a new perspective. I will do the same for you.

I'm 17 18, and I'm ready for an adventure.

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That Soulja Boy song, without a doubt.  His songs about the (now outdated) T-Mobile Sidekick and failing school were equally brain-bashingly ridiculous.

Also, I can't get over the bit in Miley Cyrus's "Party in the USA," in which she sings, "Like yeah..."  WTF?!  What is "yeah," and why do I want to move my hips "like yeah"?

Ke$ha's Dinosaur.  Actually, everything by said "artist."

Many, many, many other top-40 songs.  It's kind of embarrassing that it's usually songs with the worst lyrics that become the most popular.  Conor Oberst, are you listening?  (Please don't.)

Pink Floyd's The Wall.

Absolutely nothing about it made any sense whatsoever.  The sad thing is, I actually watched it twice hoping I would have an epiphany on the second viewing.

Title:  Five Canticles
Type:  Original play (excerpt)
Word count:  552
Genre:  Drama/comedy
Summary:  The "designer woman" (God) reveals the truth about the death of Josephine's husband in a somewhat comedic fashion.
Author's Notes:  This excerpt was the only passable bit from the sixteen pages I had written of this play, which was meant to be around 50-odd pages, in very early 2007.  It was supposed to be about a woman (Josephine) who deals with her husband's heart-attack death, while going through the five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance).  Then I realized that this was the exact plot of the play 'Night, Mother, and so I gave up.  This excerpt was a bit  from the "anger" phase, and occurs just after Josephine throws a door-to-door salesman out her apartment.

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( Five Canticles excerpt )*