life in the gladhouse is never dull, humdrum days still flying out the window

mix number two

Another assortment of songs, this one is slightly shorter than the last lot.

1. We are the end - Alexisonfire
2. Postcard - An Horse
3. Drinkin druggin fightin huggin - Anchors
4. The milkman of human kindness - Billy Bragg
5. Release the bats - The Birthday Party
6. Millstone - Brand New
7. The distance - Cake
8. Cruel bloom - Converge
9. Takes slowly over - Cut Off Your Hands
10. Our most selfish past time - Daniel Striped Tiger
11. Our Divide - A Death In The Family
12. Hunter red - Energy
13. The last lost continent - La Dispute
14. Stagger Lee - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
15. To the engravers - Polar Bear Club
16. Broken - Strung Out

http://www.mediafire.com/?k4zqz2mz42m
(reuploaded)
*edit: Mediafire does not like this playlist. If you wish to have a copy, I will gladly burn one for you if you ask politely.

Oh, and I re-uploaded the older play list for those asking here :)

Mosh.

and I'll Scrunch my fists tuck 'em in my pockets, forget about face 'cuz I know I've lost it

Polar Bear Club twice within twenty four hours. SO good!
Here are some snaps from the all ages jam room show taken by Ben (Some Hero Photo).

So Fucking Sweaty!

Mass Nerder

Yep.

alexxxis`s Record List at Record Nerd

we're scum bags returned from the grave

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha oh dear.

wer'e not in this alone

It wouldn't be a family dinner without

Andrew going for seconds

or the token thirteen year old

or a walk along the river through to Collingwood station.

Or the only person missing from the evenings photos;

stop hiding behind the camera.

Family dinners aren't as regular as they used to be.
Nevertheless, they help me relax.

P.S.
back of lentils toilet door, lol

a thank you note...

Emily eggplant, you are a ruler.

stop crawling up hill, don't you see it's time to chill

Killing time doing puzzles with Molly Kurth...



in matching outfits?

We have our fun.

salad days

One can of chic peas
Roasted, peeled and seasoned red capsicum
Halved mini roma tomatoes, yellow and red
Green beans, soaked in lemon juice, olive oil, pepper and water, and sliced
Balsamic vinegar
Olive oil
Chilli flakes
Treacle. No shit, I put treacle in my salad. It thicken the dressing so it distributes evenly and the sweetness works well with the balsamic.

Topped with tofutti cream cheese and fresh basil.
OM NOM

I was moving through the silence without motion.

Shadow play

debate team bake sale.

Of all the ways I could spend my Saturday night, I spent mine making a chocolate tart.
I am obviously a party animal.

I even made the base marbled, kinda. It tastes a lot better than it looks through my phone, trust me. I'd offer you a slice, but chances are, it's probably already been eaten by the time you read this.

Om nom nom

she layed on the mattress. staring aimlessly. numb, dark and decayed.

I have learned not to depend on you, yet when I finally ask you of one motherly task, you go ahead and fuck it up again. You say you will change, yet I bet you will sleep in till two again tomorrow, just like the last seven years of your wasted life. I can't even remember what the old you, that you so often claim, was like. Thanks for everything you never were.

what the fuck are we doing here?

Hanging at the Telstra shop?

Lurking on Flinders?
Eating at the library?

Trapped Under Ice in the Cathedral Arcade?

At the HiFi?????????????????????????

Hero's Bullet.

"There are people caught in freedoms that bind.
They are madmen.
There are people in search of freedom.
They are seekers.
There are people who have freedom.
They are saints.

The ideas of:
Not wanting,
not searching,
wanting and
searching for,
finding and having
Freedom."

you can take a man...

This is Dicko.
He is rad.
He also makes Holly a happy chappy.
It was good to hang out with him this week,
and I think he should come to Melbourne more often.

Also, this should be fun.

Screamed at the make believe, screamed at the sky.

Over the past two days I have spent nine hours cleaning out the bedroom. I have emptied out four bags of clothes, three of shoes, one of board games, three of garbage and scrap papers, one of hats, and two of miscellaneous items. How I managed to fit all that stuff in my room, I don't know, but somehow it still looks just as full. However it is allot neater.

Sorting through things I found a shit load of buttons, beads, badges, notes and other crap, but the amount of photo both pictures I found was ridiculous. Maybe I should buy a photo album.

Year seven, what the fuck is up?

Vu, Ted, Myself, Jackie, Bailey and Kate.

Lenin, Michaela, Elise, Jacob, Camille.

This one is only from the weekend, but hey!
Camille, Jesse, Vance and I

Holy shit some of these are ridiculous.

I don't think I had life...

This one is from the year before last I think?
Anyway, I miss Imogen and her Werribee antics. Allot.

This one time, at (band) camp, I put on fifty nine items of clothing, backwards.

That's about all that I wish to share for today.

Scouts honour,
Alexis

Noises--the ones you hear in your mind. They lead you away from something that's real.

Sorry to anyone who has tried to contact me over the past day or so, I threw my phone at the ground and now I can't read the screen.
It's broken.

Anyone have a spare phone?