shit, a gay MP

can people just get over the fact that there are men out there who love men. now the media is hounding NSW transport minister david campbell because he was shot coming out of a gay club. he has had to stand down from his position as transport minister but shall continue to represent his electorate. the media are trying to be a bit ok with the fact that he is perhaps gay [as all he was shot doing was coming out of a "gay sex club" which i think is evil media language for strip club, but sex sounds seedier] they're just sort of outraged by the fact that he used his governmental car to get there. oh shock horror. and the NSW premiere is all "as a woman i am worried about his wife and his children" [i was paraphrasing there but that's the gist] and no-one seems to be concerned about the fact that this pretty old man is having a little bit of a personal crisis, i mean he's married and has a family, but he seems to be having some feelings that are perhaps new to him. why isn't there anyone trying to help him? i mean if his confusing feelings weren't enough he has people all "he shouldn't be using his car like that" "he should resign", blah blah blah.
in other gay news, babe-a-licious doctor matt smith is going to play Christopher Isherwood in the new film Christopher and His Kind where he shall star alongside douglas booth, who played boy george in Worried About The Boy. douglas will be a street sweeper who becomes matt's lover. mhmm. matt mackin' on with a boy. i am even more determined to become famous now and star alongside matt smith as his lover because it seems he's willing to kiss anyone. that would be an absolute dream come true. not that i'm not happy with the boy, but seriously, how awesome would it be to say that you've made out with a doctor [not the medical kind, the timelord kind].
i'm thinking of dying my hair red again. i just love karen gillan so much, she's adorable. and the boy really likes red heads so i'm thinking i might go back and be all baben' again. i don't know. i'm torn. i like my blonde hair, and i do really want to get my hair bleached white, but i'm so torn, i keep finding old pictures of my red hair and i just love it, it was so low maintenance. i've done something very gen y plastic and put the thought to my facie friends. let someone else decide because i just can't.
i think i'll go have some tea and look in the op shop, maybe buy a red rinse or something. i feel like some green rose because it's awesome and makes me feel super groovy. and i have not been to the op shop for ages. i really really really wanna look like this...

oh when will this year end...

i'm not going to complain about uni this time because i'm sure anyone who may be actually read this would be getting sick of it. poor little privileged capitalist sitting in her lecture theatre getting a higher education. :( how sad for you, you have to struggle so long for a degree to get you a job with a per annum pay cheque that will buy you all the creature features you don't need to survive on a basic human level but crave anyway in your decadent existence you. so no more uni complaints [for now] and in three weeks, none for ages as i will be on holidays.
so i finally caught up with some past doctors who's on iview and after yet another solid 42 mins of matt smith [have i mentioned he's a babe?] i decided i wanted to learn more about the doctor and his many faces for i went onto the library catalogue and borrowed all the doctor who dvds in the rmit library collection.

are you salivating yet?
i am. god i love his hair. i wish the boy would do his hair like that. super sexy. i don't think i'd ever put my pants back on when he's around.
so on the holidays when i borrow some of these and i come back from my little detox from life where i'll be healthying it up at the beach for a week, i shall be a proper expert and shall start collecting figurines of the doctors and maybe even a blow up tardis.
i've been feeling a little run down. i blame the assignments personally, but it may just be this bug catching up with me [everyone in my family has had it and somehow, until now, i avoided it]. i wanted to have some tea when i finally got home [the train was broken so i left uni at 4 but didn't get home til 6] but i felt a little too ill to stomach it so i resorted to lemsip instead. i hope i don't make myself worse by missing medicine. i haven't taken anything properly medicinal, i just had some zinc, echinacea, vitamin b and c, garlic, fish oil, other stuff that has ridiculous names that sound like bob geldof's children and are totally un-pronounceable. i don't think those things would mix badly. i mean you cook those things together. i think broccoli has them all maybe. whatever, if i have a turn for the worst i will let you know so that in future you won't make the same mistake.
what is the afl's problem with players being gay? seriously, i know all the jock types whose careers revolve around this circle are massively homophobic and seem to be somewhat misogynistic, example:

football player: wanna go back to my place.
me: no.
football player: you should.
me: why should i?
football player: because i play afl.
me: i don't care.
football player: you should.
me: well i don't, so get over it.
football player: most girls would kill to go home with me.
me: so go find one of them.
football player: what's your problem, do you know who i am?
me: no, i follow soccer.
football player: k bai.

but really, ian roberts came out and he's a rugby player, which if you went up to new south wales and heard the people up their going on about gay F L, that rugby would be worse but he became a real icon and was honoured at the tate modern in london. so really guys, get over it. people are gay and it's a beautiful thing that they aren't demonised the way they used to be. i mean if it wasn't bad enough that they still can't get married, have ivf or adopt, they have dickhead football players saying it's inappropriate. get you head out of your ass.
i can't remember what i really got on here to say so i'll just leave it there.

lost my passport

notebook. v. upset because i had been putting all my thoughts in there and i am somewhat lost without it. i just realised that one of the courses i have to do next semester i have already done, so i thought i might do a fun elective like photography or something but it's full, then i thought i might do alternative animation, but it has pre-requisites, which really defeats the purposes of it being a student elective, the school of fine arts is just determined to only offer its courses to school of fine arts students and not poach from other schools. bitches. drawing is also full, and so is painting. i just wanted to do something easy so i could focus on getting some better marks in my final semester, because i pretty much hate all my subjects right now and i just want this year to be over so i can get my degree and move on.
today i went vintage shopping with jacinta and i stopped myself from buying a big black faux fur jacket and a little tiny piano. i think i showed some great control over my spending. my saving has been going well. i've saved heaps of money, all my tips for the whole year. sometimes it seems like they aren't going to count the tips or they're going to put them all into the christmas fund, which is very unfair because we work really hard for those tips, and i think we should get them regardless. when i'm still in the restaurant after closing i always count them even when there's only like 60 cents each, that's my 60 cents and i'm going to save them. anyway, i spent money on lunch and tea. we went to this cafe in degraves that had old fold up cinema chairs as the decor and was totally awesome. i also got us a cupcake to share and it had glitter on the icing. i know, edible icing on a cupcake. it was amazing.
i'm really super dooper sick of hearing about that damn jessica watson girl who sailed around the world. i mean good on her, i think her achievement is amazing, especially considering how young she is and what not, but they keep throwing around all this 'sailed solo around the world unassisted' crap. she sailed solo around the world, but not unassisted, she had the internet and a phone, so whenever something went wrong she'd just get on her blog and call out for help or call her parents for help. that is not unassisted. it is very much assisted, i mean she may as have had someone on the boat with her with the kind of help the daily evening news was reporting on. i mean jesse martin didn't have any help at all. there were no blogs and crap, no fancy phones. he did it the hard way.
and really, how can you take someone in a pink boat seriously...
on another note, sundays doctor who was fucking freaky. those weeping angel things were scary as, only moving when you're not looking at them. freaky. every time the lights flickered back on they were closer. creepy. but the episode ended well with amy pond coming onto the good doctor in a hot and heavy way. i wish i was amy pond. kissing that hottie would be a dream come true.

seriously though, can you blame me..
what a babe. no-one ever made tweed look so damn sexy. i wish i had a man in tweed.

if i love a man does that make me a crap feminist?

warm turkish apple tea from t2 is awesome on a really cold day. the bom is doing nothing for me at the moment, once the average temp for the day is below 18C, put more clothes on. even with my big warm jacket on today i was cold because my legs and my face were not in said jacket and they were still really cold. brr.
but im home now and in the mood for more ranting. [i do it quite on. i think the title of led zeppelin's opus ramble on was inadvertently inspired by me as is does in fact have little to do with the lord of the rings content of the song.]
i just want to have a little bitch about iron man 2 because i went to see it with the boy on saturday and i was really torn. i know that sam rockwell is kind of type cast some times as an unsuspecting bad guy but it's really hard for me to truly hate him because i love him and when i'm meant to hate his character i just can't help but think that it's the fault of the script writers for not giving him sufficient material to work with. i do like his moves though. he must just throw that in himself. but enough of sam. i was disappointed by the lack of proper character development in the story because i know from what i've read of hulk and future spider man and the release of captain america and thor films that all these marvel entertainment productions are gearing up for a huge avengers series bringing the major superheros together. fair enough you're setting up for an avengers series and major sequels [i don't know if you'd still call an avengers film a sequel because it would be a sequel to so many films]. ok, so, set up the films sequels, but don't lose site of the story at hand. firstly, scarlett johansson, what a baben' black widow, but there's more to her than that. she didn't just show up at shield, she was a russian spy who defected. i'm sensing a prequel is in order here. i mean if wolverine gets one, then she should too. wolverine's crap. but i think iron man is a pretty damn good character, but the films make him out to be quite shallow and self involved. he's as deep and troubled as batman or any of the dc dudes, but he doesn't get the credence he deserves. i mean they touched on it with the whole father thing but he's so much more than that. his strength comes from his genius and the fact that he is able to tap into this despite his up bringing and how privileged he is. i mean he invents a friggin' new element in the new one, he's a bloody genius. and he recognises that the world needs a superhero, someone like robin hood who'll stand up for the average joe. someone who will shut down the big bad no matter who he is. but he just seems like a brat. in the tv series and from what i've read online of the comics he's more of a cryptic characters in a cryptic situation, inheriting his fathers empire and trying his best to try and figure out what he's left behind as well as struggling with the stark legacy. i mean his dad is a good guy. right? i mean he wants peace, but he designs and builds weapons. i think it's all too complicated for the films to go in to.
me and the boy were comparing iron man and spiderman in terms of awesomeness, morals and superness and we got into a heated argument about origins and he bit me. this is how much we care about comic books.