tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82594523107554130132023-11-15T09:21:22.623-08:00Hysteria is Only Possible With An AudienceGemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-11260935816137969202010-05-25T14:02:00.000-07:002010-05-25T14:07:58.459-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S_w7PApY8rI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R2iILKwSuz0/s1600/tumblr_l1ka4uIqJ51qza3r8o1_400.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S_w7PApY8rI/AAAAAAAAAIY/R2iILKwSuz0/s400/tumblr_l1ka4uIqJ51qza3r8o1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475316376033358514" /></a><i>Girl Interrupted - </i>James Mangold, 1999.Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-65412991530930373052010-05-18T18:08:00.001-07:002010-05-18T18:08:30.191-07:00Eventually I'll get there.Just not this time.Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-53581296228336749012010-05-17T03:13:00.000-07:002010-05-17T04:22:18.884-07:00A list of alternative verbs/expressions for the word 'annoyed':1. Irked.<div>2. Peeved.</div><div>3. Feathers ruffled.</div><div>4. Put out.</div><div>5. Irritated.</div><div>6. Nose out of joint.</div><div>7. Vexed.</div><div>8. Galled.</div><div>9. Bugged.</div><div>10. Miffed. </div><div>11. Nettled.</div><div>12. Aggravated.</div><div>13. Got my back up.</div><div>14. On my nerves.</div><div>15. In my hair.</div><div>16. Narked off.</div><div>17. Grated on.</div><div>18. Riled.</div><div>19. Rubbed up the wrong way.</div><div>20. Rankled.</div><div>21. Pissed off.</div>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-85548392051548667312010-05-15T16:19:00.000-07:002010-05-15T18:52:57.293-07:00The morning after the night I got nicknamed "Millersick"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-8sn9LGtbI/AAAAAAAAAII/vniTQIGEKO4/s1600/SCAN0017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-8sn9LGtbI/AAAAAAAAAII/vniTQIGEKO4/s400/SCAN0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471641137226102194" /></a>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-18971655107264311022010-05-15T16:17:00.000-07:002010-05-15T16:28:14.085-07:00<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-8r5Gj642I/AAAAAAAAAIA/0KRp00BnYvI/s1600/tumblr_l10j3nYPUE1qb7evco1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-8r5Gj642I/AAAAAAAAAIA/0KRp00BnYvI/s400/tumblr_l10j3nYPUE1qb7evco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471640332292252514" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "><em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">À bout de souffle </strong></em>(<em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">Breathless</em>) - by Jean-Luc Godard, 1960.</span></div>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-36581626530649760832010-05-15T08:35:00.000-07:002010-05-15T10:40:19.537-07:00What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-7DXZaS-bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/y4FnYOgAx-E/s1600/DSC_0017.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-7DXZaS-bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/y4FnYOgAx-E/s400/DSC_0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471525404027320754" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-6_z5jT5JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9WE5-db8rpY/s1600/DSC_0075.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-6_z5jT5JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9WE5-db8rpY/s400/DSC_0075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471521495644890258" /></a>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-30657897226909366892010-05-14T08:13:00.001-07:002010-05-15T08:49:19.253-07:00Procrastination Station.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-7B9QQJ3EI/AAAAAAAAAHw/asxIfCv3bRI/s1600/DSC_00391.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-7B9QQJ3EI/AAAAAAAAAHw/asxIfCv3bRI/s200/DSC_00391.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471523855380634690" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-7Ayi-xISI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DXpqh1pIIIc/s1600/DSC_0048.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S-7Ayi-xISI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DXpqh1pIIIc/s200/DSC_0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471522571917795618" /></a><div style=""><div style="text-align: justify; ">Just over 4 days until deadline and I end up spending hours eating beef flavored hula hoops, checking facebook and "helping" Jane try to get her projector to work - realizing it doesn't - projecting music videos onto her art instead/posing/dancing.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Unproductive? Yes.</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Glad I had my camera? Yes.</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Avocado, bacon, cream cheese and soy sauce on toasted tiger loaf a good dinner? Yes Gemma.</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Garlic fried asparagus, chips, half a chicken sandwich and sweets a good dinner? No Jane.</div></div></div>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-2166608345526380692010-05-04T05:37:00.001-07:002010-05-04T05:37:34.144-07:00No More.Not having any self control is starting to be a real drag.Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-45854218604654184112010-03-28T05:54:00.000-07:002010-05-14T08:48:06.031-07:00He that fights and runs away, may live to fight another day.<div style="text-align: left;">The chances of ever finding a scanner suitable to put this in are slim so... webcam it is. Behold my watercolor version of Aaron's fight club face:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S69Ujv3uUxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZG43bqJ3BSk/s1600/Photo+202.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S69Ujv3uUxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZG43bqJ3BSk/s400/Photo+202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453670646891303698" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S69UdCAeXHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F73u6EWipD8/s1600/Photo+201.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S69UdCAeXHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F73u6EWipD8/s400/Photo+201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453670531500760178" /></a><div><div><br /></div></div>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-57346592474654323692010-03-17T14:31:00.000-07:002010-03-17T14:46:18.709-07:00Feeling Rich?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S6FNUbRw7LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Awmw3HghI3w/s1600-h/7902_image.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S6FNUbRw7LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Awmw3HghI3w/s400/7902_image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449722037410000050" /></a>Because I really wouldn't mind having <a href="http://www.bloodisthenewblack.com/shop/store.php?crn=2649&rn=7902&action=show_detail">this</a> and boy oh boy am I broke.Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-13008373079092374112010-03-17T07:40:00.001-07:002010-03-17T07:49:45.197-07:00Words That Describe the Current State of My Face:1. Congested<div>2. Bunged</div><div>3. Clogged</div><div>4. Blocked</div><div>5. Jammed</div><div><br /></div>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-3438516387256892702010-03-16T13:30:00.000-07:002010-03-16T13:46:59.157-07:00a quote from Sylvia Plath<span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."</span></span></span>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-88329918220534754202010-03-16T10:35:00.001-07:002010-03-16T10:38:45.386-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S5_B_jSZ4hI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rp_k6GRgNig/s1600-h/25014_351748477643_516852643_3466883_3382085_n-1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S5_B_jSZ4hI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rp_k6GRgNig/s320/25014_351748477643_516852643_3466883_3382085_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449287371689943570" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; ">Amidst all the usual shit you get tagged in daily on facebook, there is an odd picture of you and your friends that you are going to love and keep forever and it will restore your faith once more in social networking. </span></div>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-73495586984938136972010-03-16T06:26:00.000-07:002010-03-16T10:44:47.699-07:00A list of things currently wrong with me:1. I have dyed my hair ginger.<div>2. I feel like I have swallowed two golf balls.</div><div>3. I can't make a run for it out of the country until July.</div><div>4. I'm broke.</div><div>5. I'm still jealous/bitter.</div><div>6. I am running out of clean knickers.</div><div>7. My scanner is just not big enough.</div><div>8. I have to walk around town like a guilty 14 year old because I lost all forms of ID.</div><div>9. I have misplaced my Ipod and I am having DoodleJump withdrawal symptoms.</div><div>10. I spend 80% of my days whining about whining.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>On the flip side:</b></div><div>1. I love my mum.</div><div>2. I have cold leftover chow mein in the fridge.</div><div>3. I have found a last.fm app for my Ipod Touch.</div><div>4. Kiah gave me the gift of paracetamol.</div><div>5. Winter is over. The sun has got his hat on.</div><div>6. I have a newly rearranged and tidy room.</div><div>7. I have quit all of my addictions.</div><div>8. I have 4 unread novels to look forward to.</div><div>9. 'All About Eve' is on Film4 this afternoon.</div><div>10. Sony have dropped Jedward.</div>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-76437409407988148342010-03-16T05:37:00.000-07:002010-03-16T05:41:53.486-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S597wX-jp-I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZZMalz1ITfA/s1600-h/24175_328595052643_516852643_3416277_706011_n-pola.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S597wX-jp-I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZZMalz1ITfA/s400/24175_328595052643_516852643_3416277_706011_n-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449210145141925858" /></a>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-48492468152378775802010-03-10T07:54:00.000-08:002010-03-16T07:58:48.764-07:00Conversations with Jane pt II.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "><div class="odd" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); background-position: initial initial; "><strong>Gemma-Lilly:</strong> I'm pretty much a leper.</div><div class="even" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "><strong>Jane:</strong> Isn't that a midget?</div><div class="odd" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); background-position: initial initial; "><strong>Gemma-Lilly:</strong> A lepper is not a midget! It's like slang for a person who has leprosy.</div><div class="even" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "><strong>Jane:</strong> I thought it was the man with the gold.</div><div class="even" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><div class="odd" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); background-position: initial initial; "><strong>Gemma-Lilly:</strong> Do you mean a leprechaun?</div></span></b></div></span>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-22514870000691028112010-03-08T07:59:00.000-08:002010-03-16T08:01:37.827-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S5-dAeu4l5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RW9vP7oCY6A/s1600-h/FqSfva7Fmqqhrqdl4Seb3ICbo1_1280.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S5-dAeu4l5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RW9vP7oCY6A/s400/FqSfva7Fmqqhrqdl4Seb3ICbo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449246705716860818" /></a><br /><div><b><i>Holly. </i></b>Envelope Sketch.</div>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-10845272254684524642010-03-02T07:50:00.000-08:002010-03-16T07:53:08.752-07:00Conversations with Jane pt I.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "><div class="odd" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); "><strong>Jane:</strong> What other space things do you know? Like space words.</div><div class="even" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "><b>Gemma-Lilly</b>: Comet?</div><div class="odd" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(243, 243, 243); "><b>Jane:</b> That's a reindeer!</div></span>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-6492960801428216722010-02-27T11:14:00.000-08:002010-03-15T11:18:45.918-07:00I’m tired of being in the middle of things<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm taking a gigantic leap out of the circle and instead becoming a square.</span>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-2600035648155623202010-02-24T08:02:00.000-08:002010-03-16T08:03:03.363-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S5-dkG-r5SI/AAAAAAAAADA/c58QnhQfOjc/s1600-h/tumblr_kyck0tVE801qzk2nqo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S5-dkG-r5SI/AAAAAAAAADA/c58QnhQfOjc/s400/tumblr_kyck0tVE801qzk2nqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449247317815977250" /></a>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-29365927136658279982010-02-19T07:46:00.000-08:002010-03-16T07:47:06.227-07:00A list of expensive/important possessions that I have misplaced/lost:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">1. My passport</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">2. The 1gb memory card from my SLR.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">3. My specs.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">4. My provisional driving license.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Shit. Shit. Shit.</p></span>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-7574180165704191892010-02-17T15:34:00.000-08:002010-03-16T15:35:23.339-07:00a quote from Fran Lebowitz<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "><h2 style="margin-top: -3px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 23px/23px 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one. It’s a drug. It distorts reality, and that’s the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"</span></h2></span>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-90031939020324292132010-02-17T07:39:00.000-08:002010-03-16T07:40:40.273-07:00The Achey Breaky Heart CD<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><i>‘What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?’<br /></i>- Nick Hornby, <i>High Fidelity.</i></b></p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">The mix CD I’m making for Amie and Suzi in a tripod project of procrastination is starting to cut a little too close to the bone.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">What came first the music or the broken heart? Would we know what a broken heart was without the music giving us unrealistic expectations of romance?</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Ouch.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">P.s. Despite its misleading name it does not contain Billy Ray Cyrus. I know you’re disappointed Suzi.</p></span>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-20600198086510873412010-02-17T04:30:00.000-08:002010-03-16T07:43:28.066-07:00It's 4.30am...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; ">and I’m still awake. Guess I might as well strike off any hopes of doing anything productive today.</span>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259452310755413013.post-37664541512530756022010-02-16T05:49:00.000-08:002010-03-16T05:52:01.156-07:00Up The Creek Without A Paddle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S59-zGJbhyI/AAAAAAAAACw/LL6gIRXqsgw/s1600-h/tumblr_kxwl9l9sqx1qzk2nqo1_500.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WDkwKtIOe8/S59-zGJbhyI/AAAAAAAAACw/LL6gIRXqsgw/s320/tumblr_kxwl9l9sqx1qzk2nqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449213490430183202" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">Monday last week, in a moment of extreme boredom/brain damage I bought 32 disks/90 hours/6 seasons worth of angsty pre-teen nostalgia known as ‘Dawson’s Creek’ and I have been been watching it obsessively compulsively for an entire week.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">20 hours in and I’m starting to think when there are no more episodes I’m either going to:</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">A) Fall apart.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">B) Spontaneously combust.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">C) Go into therapy.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">At the very least I think my Imac will explode out of confusion when I finally manage to shutdown and at this rate I’m going to be done and dusted by wednesday.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">The only thing to do is distract myself with something else impeccably 90’s - ‘Six Feet Under’ maybe? But for now I can remained fathomed by the sheer amount of video tapes watched, gigantic mobile phones and old style blueberry macs used and mules worn.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">P.s. Michelle Williams, I love you.</p></span>Gemma-Lillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18436744905952279503noreply@blogger.com