Friday, December 31, 2010

Love you tender

If the time I have spent with certain individuals over these holidays, reflects how good a friends I am with them, my best friend would be Elvis. This summer was supposed to be the "summer of reading" (A direct quote by me some time in November) But somehow, by absolutely no fault of my own, I have ended up watching Elvis movies and only halfhearted halves of books like Dubliners and countless others have been attempted. I'm telling you, a lot of Elvis movies have been visually consumed.

What I am learning from watching Elvis movies is not much, compared to what I would have been learning from reading the timeless classics I have lined up on my bedside table. I have come to the realization that this is the summer of reading that never was, really, and that this is the summer of my friend Elvis - I love you tender.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Much too good for children

I am writing this by the light of my new Lava lamp as I listen to my love Leonard Cohen. I enjoy the letter 'L'. I have been unusually relaxed these past couple of days, I am enjoying myself - just pottering around home, listening to music, drawing, watching movies, and even doing a puzzle. When I spend extended time at home I can't help but wonder what the people with social lives are doing and achieving. They're out talking and meeting people and existing while time just peters away for me as I sit at home doing this, for example. Is there anything wrong with not being overly social? (apart from the fact that I will most likely end up an old maid).

I do feel a little isolated at the moment, I must say some company would not go astray. I have found myself with three penpals all of whom I am enjoying writing too, letter writing is a fantastic way to have company without actually having company. I obviously also love receiving letters, but as we all know there's "No post on Sundays" and no post on public holidays e.g Monday and Tuesday so I must be even just a little patient. Ah the life of a 20 year old. Waiting for the mail, doing puzzles, getting inappropriately drunk at a work function and staring into space for most of the night. Sometimes I feel like I've turned into an 80 year old, except for the work function part. I am all too often a tragic time, but I know I just couldn't be the only one!

Saturday, December 25, 2010

A kooky Christmas

Oh golly alright! I got a Digital SLR today as a Christmas + Birthday present - I had a great time today taking snaps of anything really. Old bananas, rubbish, family, etc. This means my blog will be taken to NEW LEVELS because my photos hopefully will be a lot better and more frequent so STAY TUNED for extraordinary photos of my ordinary life.

Friday, December 24, 2010


My new saying is "Oh golly" - it kind of came from that incredible 90s movie Harriet the Spy when she is crying and saying "Oh golly oh golly oh golly" when Golly her Nanny leaves her. It's so sad. So all I've really come on here to say is oh golly, I suppose, Christmas is a funny day and I hope yours is bearable or even enjoyable - as they say - "Eat, drink and be merry" etcetera, etcetera. Don't be 'jolly' though, I hate that word it kind of gives me the creeps. I know golly sounds like jolly but I really like golly because I don't associate it with an overweight bearded middle aged faux uncle who is insistent upon singing Christmas carols and pulling apart Bon Bons with you and making you read out the joke and wear the paper hat.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Orchid Eyes

I had this vision of Shirley Bassey with Singapore Orchids on her palms, then of one with Singapore orchids on her eyes. Then I couldn't get it outta my head so I had to do this. It's late and I just worked a 10 hour day after staying up until all hours last night doing puzzles with my friends, so I figure I am entitled to a little madness.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010


Okay so just wrapping up that last post which was just one very long and boring sentence - I got '40 vol' bleach first thing this morning which was definitely an intense time (just the smell made my eyes cry..) BUT it worked and was able to put the pink in so now I have pink ends of my hair and I really like it a lot and I love the combination of the red and pink because it looks a bit dodgy or something but as I have previously explained - dodgy times are good times. So there you have it, one of those crazy ideas actually worked and all it required was a little bit of patience.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Frustration nation

I really like those times when you just get this idea in your head and you just have to do it immediately right then and there no matter if you're prepared or have all the right things or it's an appropriate time. Today when I was walking around like a lost soul at the shopping centre getting Christmas presents but not really, just walking really slowly watching all the people swinging their arms when they walk really fast to buy overpriced bric-a-brac from shops I was like I really want to put a colour in my hair like a little section of pink or something so because my hair is so stubbornly red I will have to bleach it first so I went to buy bleach and colour and I did and it was really crowded so I just got the first one I saw that looked right and then I put in it my hair tonight for 1 HOUR and it has done NOTHING, and then I realized that the bleach was 3% peroxide so ARGH and I'm not satisfied because the idea that I had that I immediately had to do has not happened and now I'm just here twiddling my thumbs and jiggling my legs with really dry but still red hair NO!!!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

The 'Vibes' of the season

Crisp, Singapore orchid, chartreuse, mission brown, green apples, big rectangle glasses, women of the ghetto, laconic, succulent, ruby, giant moths, au natural with something just a little... out of it's use by date.

What I think about time

Time is a weird time. Sometimes I feel like I'm constantly counting down time. Counting down time until the train comes, until an auction ends on Ebay, until I have to leave, until my friend comes over, until I go on holidays, until I go back to Uni, until I finish my degree. Time is small. Time is big, time is never any one time, time is nothing but it is everything. Oh golly. Do you get what I mean? Time is fast and slow.

This will sound stupid, but I kind of think that measuring time in minutes and seconds and hours is weird because time is SO variable. Time is a mental thing to me. How long is two months? Well it's eight weeks and around 56 days but basically all that means is that the sun will rise and then set 56 times. It depends on how bored you are or how sad you are or how much you miss someone in that two months that decides on how fast or slow this time will travel for you. Time is perception, like how long it seems to the individual not how long it mathematically or metaphysically is.

Time is perception, and it is a perception that changes as we grow older. I remember being little and thinking how long a day at school was, how long an hour was and how long a 2 hour car trip to the beach was. When I was young, time seemed infinite and it was not often that I would count time down. Now that I am older, not only do hours fly by quickly but years have come and gone before I have even really realized. The calendar says it's almost 2011 but time wise I personally don't feel like it should. I feel like I'm running out of time, personally, anyway, because I think it's important to remember that even after the existence of all that inhabit earth, time will still survive. I don't know in what form or who, if anyone, will be around to mentally measure it - but I know one thing and that is time is indestructible. I like to believe, anyway, but I'll stop wasting your time.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Gorillas in the mist

I went so mad at my work today, I took some dirty dishes out into the kitchen, scraped them off and then started to take them back out into the cafe again. I got out to the tables and looked down into my hands and just thought like "Oh dear". At that moment I was just so over the mundanity of it all that I just wanted to drop them on the floor and skip out never to return again and just be an artist and writer and wearer of nice clothes for the rest of my life. I used to think I really could do that, I used to think it until not very long ago, even, but I feel in the past year I've really grown up and reality has hit that this floaty life that I had envisioned for myself isn't just going to HAPPEN.

When I realized that, I was kind of like... "Right, well.. what... what now?" and my heart kind of sank. It was like the end of being truly young or something. When you're young you believe any kind of shit about your future and everyone tells you can you do whatever you want and you really think like "YEAH!" and it will be that easy. I mean yeah I can be an artist and and writer, anyone can. I am one now - but being a successful artist and writer who doesn't have to work at a lousy cafe' to pay the rent for their lousy house is another story. The 'Struggling artist' idea doesn't appeal to me like it does to some of my peers. In my youthful dreams I didn't factor in the struggle, the hard work or the potential failure. I wanted to skip all that, but I think I'm smart enough or old enough now to know it is inevitable. God damn!

By the way, meet my dog Soda, looking dejected in the bottom right of the above photo. He is a serious Simple Simon but I love him anyway.

Friday, December 17, 2010


I had to go to the local shopping centre today to get this disposable camera developed. Well I didn't HAVE to but I wanted to, so I did. I'm really impatient so I had to get one hour processing but the people are really slow and it took like an hour and a half so I was wandering around the shopping centre aimlessly like a real Simple Simon and it was tragic. To fill my time I ran a few 'errands', like going to the Post Office and stuff. I waited for a really long time in there just like in the line and this lady kind of subtly pushed in front of me when I wasn't paying attention and was daydreaming although I still realized but I was like WHATever.

People get so unnecessarily insane before Christmas. I like the anticipation and excitement, but as I get older it seems to be turning into stress and grumpiness. People are kind of angry about Christmas or something, or that's the vibes I got at the Shopping Centre today. Some people just buy THINGS for the sake of giving something - ANYthing, it doesn't seem to matter as long as an item that's nicely gift wrapped is presented on Christmas Day. Silly! There's just mountains of crap exchanged on Christmas Day, and mountains of unsatisfied thank yous. This is so cliche but there's gotta be some other way to let people know you care about them y'know!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


My really great friend Georgie and I went to this crazy dance class last night. It's called 'No Lights No Lycra' and is in this church and basically you go in and dance for an hour and a half. I'm tellin' you, it is so fantastic. It's alcohol free so it's just pure dancing, it's great exercise, and also good for the mind. It was particularly fantastic because no-one was self conscious in the slightest, and most people just come by themselves to dance. JUST to dance.

I gotta say, I love dancing. It's so important to dance often and for me it's really great for loosening up both mentally and physically or something. I dance around my room and I try and dance at least once a week at a party, because every so often there is a build up of stressed energy that can only be released by having a really good dance. Not that I am particularly good AT dancing. I just like it, which is what it's about I guess. It feels good.

Now, I thought I would share with you my personal ULTIMATE dance playlist because I don't have any pictures to post. I've gotten so slack with taking photographs of things to go with what I'm talking about, you may have noticed. Anyway, go forth and illegally download these songs:

Women of the Ghetto - Marlena Shaw
Who Loves The Sun - The Velvet Underground
You Bring Back Memories - Diana Ross and the Supremes
Want Ads - Honey Cone
Mother's Little Helper - The Rolling Stones
Since You Been Gone - Millie Small
Danny's All Star Joint - Rickie Lee Jones
Mashed Potato Time - Dee Dee Sharp
Belly Dancer - Akon
Stay - Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs
Right As Rain - Adele
Peggy Sue - Buddy Holly
I Go To Rio - Peter Allen
21 Questions - 50 Cent
Subterranean Homesick Blues - Bob Dylan

Monday, December 13, 2010

Oh golly

Ah, sorry, it appears I have again gotten distracted with pretending to live in the 50s. I'm slowly descending further into the depths of madness these holidays. Alas what did I expect, really, when my only friends are Frank and Bing Crosby or something.

The other night I went to a weird party with my actually existing friends and we were talking about the way we dress. I really place a lot of importance on what I wear and how I present myself. I think it's all about confidence or something. You've got to dress and walk around like you're a model even if you're obviously not. I think one's image is about how you hold yourself. With a good outfit, good shoes, good hair and good lipstick it's easier to have that confidence to walk with your back straight and your head high. I was happy the other night because my friends were saying how impressed they were with the way I dress and present myself. That made me feel good because that means my efforts don't go unnoticed. Being an 'artist', I feel like everything should be aesthetically pleasing and I guess that's the motivation for getting up early to decide my outfit, or laying it out the night before. I love stuff like that. I love clothes.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Super special

As you can see I have been doing some SERIOUS Zine making today. I felt so great because I finally have my very own typewriter! I bought it off Ebay and it came in the mail first thing this morning. I was and still am very very excited! Typing on a typewriter is a really manual process, particularly on mine because it needs a new ribbon and I really have to pound the keys. But I love it, I love the sound. I was talking before about how for me drawing and writing are pretty much the same thing, and this seems to make it more so. With a typewriter, getting the words onto paper is really physical action, like drawing. You feel the words more and you think about them more than you would on a computer. Well that's what I think anyway.

So I have been crazily working on Issue #3 of my Zine, it will definitely have more bang for your buck. The more Zines I make, the better I get at it. This one really is going to be great because it was so great to make! And I'm getting better at writing and stuff now. It's going to have over 30 pages too, which is like when the Baby Sitters club had 'Super Specials' which were thicker than a usual Baby Sitters Club book and they went on like cruises and holidays and stuff. Issue #3 of Praying 4 U is a BUMPER ISSUE and will be finished soon, at the rate I'm going. (No tropical cruises though, sorry to get your hopes up)

Girl Power!

My high school friends and I got a bit silly last night, we ate lollipops and watched my Spice Girls videos, we also read my Spice Girls book and had a Spice Girls game show quiz. I have unusually extensive knowledge of Spice Girl trivia, especially lyrics, so I got pretty competitive. When I was 8 I was just obsessed with the Spice Girls, absolutely, completely and utterly OBSESSED - no different to how I get with Madonna now really.. I would collect cut-outs of them from magazines, and I also used to collect their 'Spice Girl Photos', which were these packets of about 6x8 printed photographs of them and you used to trade them and put them in albums and stuff.

Anyway so all night we reminisced over Spice Girls documentaries on VHS and of course the movie, and classic film clips. Brilliant. I feel like the Spice Girls were a really positive thing for us when we were young girls. It was all about girl power and celebrated individuality or something. I loved how there was always a Spice Girl we could align ourselves with. In my research, I found that Baby Spice was the most popular - when I was younger I liked Sporty Spice, personally, but now looking back I would totally be a Ginger Spice fan. She just totally rules.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Don't touch that dial

In the immortal words of Frank Sinatra 'Saturday night is the loneliest night of the week'. I didn't think it was possible for me to become any more like a Nanna, but turns out it was, and possibly still is. Since I've been on holidays I have taken to listening to Magic 1278 AM, which, in my opinion, is a fantastic radio station. It claims to play "The best songs of all time" and really does, the ads are few and non-offensive - mostly about pre-paid funerals and dentures, and there are no obnoxious DJs making prank phone calls. It has great segments, like Frank and Friends at 5.00 on a Sunday, the Late Night Lounge from 10pm every weeknight (usually the program I fall asleep to) The Classic Countdown which is on before the Late Night lounge, and my favourite - Saturday Night Party Time. In the past few weeks I have found myself, every Saturday night, in my bed listening to Saturday Night Party Time. It's tragic but I love it. It's so comforting and relaxing and because my radio is really old it's really static and I really feel like I'm in the 50s/60s, it's like time travel! Right now I'm listening to Frank and Friends then I googled Frank and when he was young he was a real babe - in that kind of cigar smoking hat wearing dodgy New York speaking kind of way.

Friday, December 3, 2010

I'm your biggest fan

This was me today taking a 'SERIOUS I want to pretend I am in a movie' shot, I just kind of look dumb but whatever. I did a silly 'Heidi' hairdo which was fun. I think I'll wear my hair like that to work tomorrow and see what people say. I wore my citrus dress to work the other day and got told I looked like a fruit bowl. Wearing my 'Leonardo DiCaprio' necklace to work is a good time, too, because customers just think I am a super creepy fan girl who kisses a life size cut out of Leo every night before bed. I knew a girl who used to do that with Joel Madden from Good Charlotte. So great.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Why I write

I don't know why I write. But lately, ever since... I don't know, ever since June or something, I have started writing poetry. One just came to me one day like a thumb pressing down on my head from the sky and they kept coming. I don't know if I am good but I almost don't care. I write because it feels good, and it feels like I need to. I am currently working on Issue #3 of my Zine 'Praying 4 u' and I am including a lot of poems. I don't know if it's just me but when I refer to it as poetry I feel weird or stupid or something. Technically it's poetry I guess but to me it's more like.. drawing or something, it's the same release. Anyway this is the cover for my new Zine, and below is a 'poem' I drew. Also, if you want to buy copies or Issue #2 of 'Praying 4 U', I recently dropped a whole bunch into Sticky Institute in the Degraves Street underpass so you can go there. Okay. Good.
'I did a crossword with my Nanna but was thinking about that time' By Minna Gilligan, 2010

Microscopic specs of dirt and dust and lust
there is an echo in your disintegrating art deco hollow I
cannot find function in your form
appear forlorn and cradle photographs of moldy mattresses
with seeping green lights of envy blackness
ominous like Madonna above my bed
to you I recited verses from 'On the Road'
Kerouac bled.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Mashed Potato Time

It was my 20th birthday on the 29th of November. I had a really fantastic day and night. I feel like birthdays are weird because it's just a regular day but there's this mentality that it's YOUR birthday and YOU DESERVE to get everything YOU want and YOU are supposed to expect to be showered in love and adoration and gifts. On my birthday I just want to be with people I love. Gifts are more a sentimental thing, not materialistic, I love receiving books and music and handmade cards because those kind of things I associate with the relationship I have with that person.

The night before my birthday, I went out with my whole family for dinner which was lovely. On the way home, we stopped off at the supermarket very late, probably about 11.30, to do some grocery shopping, as you do. I had two weird urges, one was to buy a copy of Grease on DVD and the other was to buy fortune cookies. I bought fortune cookies because I really would have been too tired to stay up and watch Grease. We got home and it was my birthday and I hung out in my candle lit room and listened to music and flitted around my eating fortune cookies and reading my accurate fortunes.

I stayed up late the night of my birthday, too, with my friends at the infamous 'Manor' and it's extended family. I had a really, really fantastic night. I really did. Really. When I got home late in the afternoon I checked my Facebook and just laughed at some of the people who actually wrote on my 'wall' for my birthday. I think it's hilarious that people I haven't talked to for a good 10 years or something write things like 'Happy Birthday gorgeous', half the time I just want to write like 'WHO ARE YOU?'. I mean they wouldn't even say hello to me if I saw them in real life. Maybe they're so simple simon that it's just automatic and they don't analyze our non-existent relationship like I do. They're just like, right, it's someone's birthday, may as well wish them happiness. Maybe it's kind of nice. I don't know.