to sum up what I was trying to say about the grafitti wall,

I love you hipster mummymonk.

not even kidding.

anna says I have to credit her because she actually met this monk, apparently he kills all good knock knock jokes with his deathly silence. I wasn't aware there were good knock knock jokes. 

I'm a hideous lazy blogger. Don't deny it.

And by the way, I don't care how much I have previously declared love for you - if I ever see you wearing a furry vest consider yourself disowned. If Karl Lagerfeld cannot make a fur vest look wearable brilliant neither can you. You are not Karl. You never will be. Although to be honest I hate it when my English teacher yells at me for making new words up. Protokeatic should be a word, thankyouvery much. When I point out that Shakespeare invented new words all the time she always gives me the 'You are not Shakespeare' line and it annoys me very much so. Anyone could be freaking Shakespeare given the chance and space to grow but apparently NCEA NZQA shit don't allow for creative freedom over the dictionary and english alphabet. From now on, protokeatic is a word. Use it freely as you will in whatever context you can imagine and don't credit me because crediting pisses me off. 

I can't remember the point of that random speel but I think oh, yeah, I hate it when people say things like that - the only exception being when I tell people they are not Karl. They never will be. Also the abundance of fat girls with platinum hair  and bright clothes trying to be Agyness Deyn, They are not Agyness Deyn and anyone is free to tell them this or yell this to them out of car windows. Example: 

Also, down below, I actually wish this right here had been me, sadly I do not live in Toronto. I'm pretty sure though that this piece of graffiti will soon become the new ian curtis wall, not that Toronto has an ian wall but still, if they did, it would. It's awesome. 

credit because people yowl like nightcats  if you don't give it and I am usually a nice person to alphabetsoupstudio for the picture. However not really because they didn't make the wall awesome, they just took a photograph on it and now are getting all the love and praise. Wtf is up with that shit.

Bang Bang, Shoot Shoot?

inspired; http://annaintheelements.blogspot.com

1. Smart design.

And I don't mean fridges that beep when you touch them while simultaneously saving 6 rare pink fairy armadillos with smart energy, or insert apple product here.

2. Music.

Music can make everyone happy. Candyland, by CocoRosie helps me to dream and A Minor Incident, by Badly Drawn Boy is like a really good meatloaf and a cup of milk.

4. Spending Money

Why? The blood rush, the thrill of a new thing, the building up of self worth based on posessions and cost. I would spend money on these Marlène cloth suitcases in a second.

4. Sarcasm.

Although none of this has been. Maybe the meatloaf bit, i've never had a really good meatloaf.

11:11

I was born at the time of 11:11 on October the Eighth. I think this explains my awesome and secret powers, and also my facination with this wonderous number.

I'm so glad to find people who are also experiencing this strange occurence. For as long as I can remember 11:11 has been coming into my life twice a day. And it's always happening at the same time each day, slightly after 11:10 and just before 11:12. I can sit there for hours sometimes, staring at my clock, and then mystically, magically, spiritually, there it is, 11:11 appears to me, and barely 60 seconds of this bizarre episode pass by and, without any reasoning, just as unexplainable as the rising of the sun or the appearance of the moon, it just disappears. This must mean something. I've been keeping a log of the events for the past eleven years and eleven months and after carefully running the results through my PC I have found that 11:11 is appearing once every twelve hours. And it is happening twice a day. Every damn day, just like clockwork, since my records began.

I started my research by multiplying the number of occurences in each day by the number of days in the year and my result, my mystic number, generated as 728. I then spent eleven days trying to manipulate this number into revelealing the date God will either appear to humnan kind of destroy the Earth or we'll all become spiritually aware of something, but then I realised I got my sums wrong and the actual number should have been 730. Even with with this new number, I was still shooting mathematical blanks, until eleven hours of research and discussion with like minded people on internet chat rooms revealed a new avenue for me to explore... leap years. I'd become so obsessed with the number 11 I'd totally overlooked the occurence of leap years. With this new information, plus an increase in my medication, everything fell into place. 11:11 was happening 732 times in a leap year. This was the hypothetical trigger to my mathematical smoking gun. 7 + 3 + 2 = 12. My number was 12. 12 months in a year. I typed the number 12 into my PC, I also broke the number into the two key digits, 1 and 2, and ran some formulas with startling results. My base figure of 12 minus the 1 came out as, believe it or not, yes, 11.

I then multiplied it by the remaining 2 but this came to nothing, but then I realised, it meant two 11s, let me show, you, 11 11. That's right, this was no coincidence, scientific data actually proved the reason behind 11:11. This was it, I'd found the secret. Plus, February has 28 days, which means the 11:11 event happens 56 times, and 5 + 6 becomes, wait for it, 11! Apart from the leap year, which really makes no sense what-so-ever! Wow! So I think from that it's pretty obvious some major event is going to happen at 11:11 during the next leap year in the month of February, probably on the 11th day. Either that or it will be the 11th day of the 11th month, they're both good guesses.

Stay true believers.

Merry Christmas!

Happy Holidays everyone!

If like me and you spent the day in the lovely surreal world of three-day salt water marinated turkey, vintage lace dresses and pseudo military band jackets, holiday cakes and singstar ABBA I can be certain you had a jolly time! Especially if for you Christmas is actually tomorrow and you are in New York with 13°C weather and shopping lights and naked teen acting sensation! Yes Anna, reference to you. Can't wait to see those holiday pictures!

Also, singstar wise, why isn't there a Singstar Beatles? I would purchase it for sure. In 1984 Michael Jackson bought the rights to the beatles music, and it's rumoured that Sony now owns 50% because of other legal stuff blah blah, well, on Singstar Volume 3 Michael Jackson is finally featuring, so perhaps this could mean selling out/please please michael and sony I would love a Singstar! Beatles. Maybe not even a singstar beatles, but some sort of karaoke device in which I can sing beatles songs. If ABBA can do it, so can the Beatles.

She loves you ya ya ya!

MACARON