Hmm if anyone has tips on how to be a rock superstar they'd be greatly appreciated.

Brad is one of those guys who doesn't really think things through before he agrees to them. Now we have the following gigs in the next monthish:

- 9th Ward
- Duke of Windsor
- Supporting 'Her Majesty's Finest' at the Evelyn.

Sounds good right? No. There are problems with this. They are as follows:

1. We only have about 8 songs
2. We screw them up every time without fail
3. Brad cant sing to save himself
4. I cant sing unless i've had a lot to drink, at which point my banter gets incoherant and rambling.
5. Stu has a tendancy to drop his sticks in every song. Either that or stop every time he makes a mistake.
6. Collette.
7. Minor issue of me not knowing the songs - at all.
8. We dont even have a proper demo
9. We dont have any gear of our own.
10. We didn't get these gigs for our musical talent, we got them cos "its like totally cool that you have a chick guitarist". Wont they be taking that back.

Ah yes. Its all going to be good fun.

Anyways, i've gotta go beautify myself for wallys 21st. Damn stupid formalish parties.

Currently listening to: Nothing, please, no sound

Currently feeling: Hungover as hell. It hurts to be typing this.

Ah yes, saturday morning hangovers. I hate them. Cos you still have your entire weekend infront of you and you're feeling like you're going to die.

Had rehearsal last night til midnight and Stu bought a slab. We then realised that only him and i drink beer, so it wasn't pretty. I've found i get much much more musical when drunk though and was jumping round the room singing god knows what. I've also discovered i have a natural flair for the drums - seriously - well we all knew i had rhythm didn't we? But no, i really should just quit guitar and become a drummer.

Then anyway, somehow it took us about 5 hours to move our stuff out (probably cos i was sitting on the couch saying that i wasn't moving for anyone) and we didn't leave til about 3. All i remember is stu saying "If you dont move i'm going to pick you up and carry you to the car" and i said "Good, do that." and he said "I cant garuntee its going to be gentle" to which i said "thats the way i like it." The look on his face was priceless. Ah yes, being drunk is great. So yeah, then he drove me home (i have no idea how because he was as drunk as i was) and i somehow got my stuff inside. Then as we were saying goodnight and i went to kiss him on the cheek, he did the quick head turn and started pashing me. My mind was going (albeit in a fuzzy way) "oh fuck - this is sooo not right. oh my god i'm in trouble." and so on. So i say "umm, this is great and all but you REALLY shouldn't be doing this" and he was like "oh fuck, you're right. sorry." I'm so proud of myself. I cant believe i stopped him. I think this might mark the end of my days as the official other woman.

Yesterday during the day i was in myer and i ran into Kristy, Ursh, Seona and Beck. There was much screaming (on becks behalf) - "OOOOHHH MY GOOOOOOODDD FELICITY!!!!!!". Turns out both Kristy and Ursh quit last weekend so its an end of an era. Well, heinz is still there but thats not going to last long. It was cool to see the girls though.

Anyways, i'm going to go eat something.

Current Place: The study

Currently Wearing: Still in my boxers!

Currently listening to: Untouchable Face - Ani my rock goddess.

Currently feeling: Woozy from all the painkillers (have a killer headache)

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Haha experiment successful.

People reading this - 3. Excellent.

Hello to Mike and Shai. Ha i have fans. Thats very exciting. Thanks for the mail guys. And thanks for your interest, its curious, but much appreciated.

Well, a thursday. I'm at home again. Decided to spent the day writing rather than going to uni as i'm kinda on a role and its such a beautiful day. Finished the chapter called "Faithful" and i'm kinda pleased with it. It ends quite philosophically but i guess its Lilas part and thats what she does.

Oh god, last night brad gave me the final CD from our recording the other day. We were in the car so i chucked it on and wound down the windows while we drove along brunswick st. That wasn't a good idea. Its pretty fucking awful. Just his vocals, other than that it was fine...but god, pick a note and stick to it. Then i went to see Scott cos its been a while (as he decided to remind me a few times) and we just ate too much cake (Sam b'day) and lay on the couch feeling very sick. Good stuff. He finally bought a car which is great! Brad tried to drag me to rockroom unsuccessfully, and forgot he told Collette he'd meet her at 10 so she was there for AGES! Haha i shouldn't laugh but Tori and i were coming up with some great jokes about her and picking up guys. had to be there. I prob would have gone, much against my room morals, but Stu piked again and i wasn't going without him. Unfortunately i accidently promised i'd go next week. The things you do...

Wally's 21st on Saturday and i'm not sure whether to go. Lets see. Pros: Free alcohol, free food, both jeremys... Cons: Wally, Mexico, most other people there. Hmm its a difficult one.

Anyways, back to my future award winning novel (or not). My head hurts mucho....

Bring on September 19th - seriously.

Just had a thought. Ok, i stumble across random blogs all the time, just by clicking the "ten most recently published" bit. And all these people are like "oh no one will ever even read this" and i'm like "I WILL - we'll i am". So maybe the same thing is happening to me.

So - If you happen to read this i want to know about it. Send an email to fliss_19@hotmail.com

Not you andrew. I already know you do.


End of Experiment.

Another late night/early morning in phe-land. I am becoming nocturnal, which isn't a bad thing, but i'll start to miss the sunshine soon enough.

Had an interesting day. This beautiful, beautiful, beautiful day was spent in a shitty little recording studio. The sound guys were highly incompetant but fucking hysterical when i was hanging out in their little room thing (you know, the one with the knobs and stuff) and was listening to them bag the fuck out of our bass player. Then they'd press the button and start being really nice and encouraging and stuff. We were there forever because stuff kept breaking and there were mystery signals and brad would just spontaneously stop in the middle of songs and start talking and so on. FINALLY we got out of there, having put down 4 seriously average tracks, none of which i had any imput on and one of which was about me. Great. Nah it was kinda fun actually. Stu decided it was going to be a good idea to throw me over his shoulder and carry me to the car, which brad took to be shameless flirting (he didn't see the half of it) and got really upset, ended up calling me tonight and blah blah blah. Ah i dont know where i got the idea that boys weren't drama queens. Throw that one out. It frustrates me though i'll tell ya!

Stu's mate just won 1000 cans of beer in some raffle and is demanding to be refered to as "slab king" by everyone. Its pretty entertaining. People do it to because they all want in on the free beer. Listening to guys going "Ok slab king, i'll see if i can work that out for you" and so on. haha

mmm beer. Damn thats a really nice idea, i could really do with one right now. I think perhaps in some future life i will be an alcoholic (as opposed to what i am now....) Damn it, now you've got me thinking about beer. Or just alcohol in general. I am having one massive night tomorrow night cos i completely deserve it considering how hard i've been working the past few days. Dont know what i'll do but hopefully something will work itself out. Ah tuesdays...ah puggs...


Well back to my rockin assignment.

catch.

Current place: A strange and blury room

Currently wearing: Whatever was on the floor

Currently listening to: God knows

Currently feeling: More fucking tired than i remember being. Death is possible and feels probable. Numb.

I'm so wrecked. Spent the last 7 hours writing a psych honours essay about ethics. Why would you do that you ask, as i dont do psych and never have. Answer: I'm a nice sister - like REALLY REALLY NICE. Fuck i dont know why i decided that it would be better if i wrote it for her. I was just sick of her whinging about it so i said "shut up and let me write it." Yeah, fucking great plan. Now i have precisely 4 hours to write my publishing essay. That way i can get exactly no sleep and be a very unhappy girl tomorrow. Wooooooohoooooo. Stu is picking me up in 5 hours...also woooohoooo. poor him.

Am counting the seconds til mum and dad go away. 12 days. Yay. I wish they'd just go now, it would be so much more convenient. Ah wells at least they're going...

Anyways, back to it. Am not making sense. Cant keep eyes open. God caffeine - i've been so dedicated to you, where are you when i really need you eh?

Current Place: The study

Currently wearing: Old blue trackies with 6 holes and brown jumper and scotts beanie. brr so cold.

Currently listening to: The ring in my ears and something by ryan adams, not sure of title.

Currently feeling: Tired, hungover, deaf and hungry.

Its funny how quickly things get out of hand with me. One minute i'm turning up to a band rehearsal to have a bit of a jam and the next i'm their lead guitarist and singer and am recording 6 songs tomorrow that i dont even know yet. Good work. I walked out thinking to myself "oh my god, how did that happen". It was a fun day though, because i was in a crazy mood and decided to take over stu's drums and bash away for a while. I'm completely deaf now though. They did some great stuff with 'july' and made it heaps more rockin, i was really impressed.

Then after rehearsal brad and i hung out for a bit, had coffee and chatted. Later we picked up Tori and went to Weekender at 9th Ward which was actually really good. Had a bit of a dance and a lot to drink and enjoyed myself heaps. Got in at about 5 this morning so am feeling it just a touch.

Cant believe its fathers day. what a stupid day. I wonder if they could possibly invent a day that i feel less like celebrating. I doubt it.

Hmm anyways, am going to go eat. So hungry.

Wish me SERIOUS luck for tomorrow. I am screwed.