Aunty Marie, Cat, Jen and I went to Lady Gaga on Friday night. I have to admit that I wasn’t particularly excited initially; she is not exactly my generally preferred sort of music. But hearing certain songs blasted into my consciousness every time I’m in a car/shopping mall/wherever, they sort of grew on me. And in watching the amazing theatricality and artistically breathtaking conceptual designs in everything she does… I am a bit smitten. Yup – enough to make me smile THIS BIG —>
I am fierce.
Jen pried hundreds of little mirrors off a disco ball and glued them to a bra; Catty wore 8 inch PVC fetish thigh high platform boots. I was totally boring in comparison, but fun was had.
Highlights: an incendiary piano and mad improvisation involving a boot, the ‘Glinda’ outfit, her nonsensical but somehow endearing “I love you, be true to yourself, what we have is so pure and true!” spiels, and….. Bad Romance. Wow.
She promised to come back next year. In return, I promise to go all out (possibly even naked) in coming to a show then.
xx Bunny Florentine
So, Dad told me that daylight saving time ends today.
It does not.
The dog and cat I am looking after while he is away seemed confused too – waking me up at 6:30am to be fed. RUDE.
So, yes – wishing that I could fast forward these next few weeks; being here in my Dad’s house and essentially under his command (despite him being overseas) is making me realize how much I like to do things my way, how much I miss my own space, my own things, even just the ability to feel comfortable in my own space. All of my books, films, music, everything.. it’s all in boxes in my Mum’s garage right now. Probably getting eaten by mice and bugs. Gah.
I like eating toast over the sink because I am too lazy (some would say smart) to have to wash a plate afterwards. I love the juxtaposition of an oriental tea set and a life-size facehugger from Alien as an interior decorating choice. I like drinking gin all night and then making videos of Nath dancing to theme songs from 70s Italian B-grade dinosaur vs hunter flicks. I love 3am trips to Kmart because I simply need to watch Independence Day or Dante’s Peak or Twister, right now.
Mope, mope, mope.
Catty is off to Europe in.. gee, a few months. I am v. jealous x 100. So I am planning an imaginary trip for me. Imaginary in that it probably won’t happen, but planning it because it might. I would love to go to Taiwan for a few weeks, maybe take Nath and show him where I grew up, visit people I haven’t seen in a million years. I’d love it – roaming around Taipei, never sleeping, doing all the things I wanted to do when I was little but didn’t, going down to Taichung, visiting Sun Moon Lake and Taroko Gorge, etc. I stalked my old house on Google maps and found that it is most probably uninhabited now – the swimming pool is empty and full of dust, the garden is totally unkempt. It’s sad; I would honestly buy it if I could.
It amuses me to no end that Uma Thurman’s new film made £88 on its first weekend released in Britain; £9 on Sunday, meaning one person went to see it. Tragic or lol? – you decide!
Personally, I couldn’t really care less about seeing the story of “an ordinary housewife”. Is she actually a spy? Is her house built on a cemetery, about to transform into a portal from hell and swallow her kids? Is Uma going to explore female identity as it relates to her character as well as a wider social consciousness, then have her hand amputated and replaced with a ray gun? … if no, then that’s my answer too.
Tonight I’m going to make Taipei American School-style nachos – that basically involves scooping cheese spread out of a jar, microwaving and eating it, slathered on corn chips with salsa. Oh yeah. Then I shall don hot pink explorer socks and oversized pajamas, listen to the Spice Girls while I cruise interior design/style blogs. It’s okay, I’d be jealous too.
Today’s post is brought to you by:
– Country House by Blur
– All Mine by Portishead, and..
– Expectations by Belle and Sebastian