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GIRL
Diana Evans
called Dee
since May 25th, 1980
terrorising inner-city Melbourne
consuming flat whites
producing words, hers and other people's
contact dee [at] viscerate [dot] com

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Saturday, March 02, 2002

At this point, there is nothing worse than getting huge, monstrous, European-peace-threatening, Fat-Bob-worshipping hair, and then discovering there is apparently no hairspray in the entirety of college.

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Say no to purple lace bodices and two-layered skirts. Say no to funky rings and sinful neckwear. Say no to the works of Lenin (volumes 1, 2 and 3). Say no to an exquisite green leather armchair in which I could be the British politican of my choice. Say no to two separate incidents of black slips with decadent splits and transparency.

But I did buy a long, gorgeous brown skirt and an Ultimate X-men comic, so I suppose I'm not a complete disaster.

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I was going to say something really interesting here, but now I've forgotten. This is happening to me a lot recently. I'd be worried about this, but that's too much trouble.

Yesterday I bought a tie. It was pretty blue and only cost two bucks and I don't have a tie, so I thought I might as well get one. I even have plans to wear it. Once the weather gets cold enough to warrant long-sleeved shirts.

Yesterday I also went to get a new student card. I could just revalidate the old one, except that I did some ten hours work for the uni a couple of years back, with the result that they have changed my student number. Anyway, wandering past I notice the queue, previously stretching halfway to Civic, is down to about two dozen people. I hop on the end with glee, only to be told by a vague, blonde bureaucrat that if I don't have a time voucher, I'll have to take one now and come back when it says so. It said Tuesday.

I looked at the voucher, looked at the blonde, looked at the queue... and walked away.

Three cheers for Apathy. Hip, hip... ah, stuff it.

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Friday, March 01, 2002

Is there any way to verbally reconstruct the burn with which the soul is ignited by the presence of creative, inspirational genius?

(Prompted by Aragorn, music, Johnny Depp in chronological order. And that's just today. Life is beautiful. Art is more so.)

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I'm at it again. Rampant political sarcasm warning.

Look out Saddam, the US of A is on the way? Oh dear. I suspected this might be coming, and really, really hoped it wouldn't. I still hope it doesn't eventuate. I tell you, a cynic is just a frustrated optimist.

Let's take it from the top of this article, which I actually do agree with in general tone. Mostly.

The US aim in rampaging into Iraq, in addition to getting rid of that git with the moustache, of course, would be to demolish "once and for all Iraq’s capacity to produce nuclear, biological and chemical weapons." Because in this day and age of rampant global capitalism, where you can buy just about anything on the black market, it's the ability to produce them, not the will to use them, that's the really important factor. And, say, an aeroplane isn't at all a dangerous weapon.

The US isn't sure whether it can feel safe "as long as regimes such as Saddam’s are left intact." Whereas I would say the US isn't going to be able to feel safe until it stops pissing people off by sticking its big nose in where a huge number of people think it has no right to go. Anti-US-intervention terrorists strike, and what does the US do? Intervene. Can anyone else see the problem here?

Coming out from this article (and the one on the previous page of the newspaper about the US gaily waltzing into Georgia as the Russians sputter in disbelief), I get a vivid image of the US as a man who has been stung by a wasp in his house. Now he's pissed off, and staggering around the place, waving a rolled-up newspaper and trying to hit the elusive culprit. It's all well and good, but sooner or later he's going to break a really expensive vase, and then the shit's going to hit the fan.

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Thursday, February 28, 2002

I was going to have a quiet, non-alcoholic, early night. And then I drank my own weight in bourbon and coke teaching the first years how to boat-race, and got into an innuendo match.

I do still enjoy living in college. I can make it through the year ahead.

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Complete inability to look down. This makes me look like I have very good posture. And an English accent. (Headbanging might just be a bad idea.)

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Surely a woman as awesomely streamlined and organised as the one described in "Short skirt, long jacket" wouldn't go to the bank without her own, embossed, perfectly operational pen.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2002

And remember, a hair-dye is for up to 24 washes, not just for Toga.

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Market day, where you sign up for a dozen and one clubs you're never going to do anything with during the year, but who are giving you lots of interesting free shit anyway.

This year:
- Film group: the necessity. $40 gets you a year worth of movies. That's 200+ or so. Very much worth it, especially since the crowd is great. So responsive.
- DIRE: the ANU goth club. For many reasons, but mainly, as Je said, because it's fun to walk up to the people that everyone else appears to be afraid of and joke with them and join their club. Besides, it was free and the President was feeling unloved.
- Camarilla Australia: the Vampire: the Masquerade club. I didn't actually join per se, but put my name down so that they can keep playing on campus. I believe in freedom of role-playing. Plus I might come along and have a go if I have time. Time? What's that?
- U27: Under 27 arts group. El-cheapo theatre tickets and stuff. Rock. And free. Plus they gave us a little jar of lollies and a bag of other goodies.
- LSS: Law students' society. Well, I didn't join, Je did. I was going to, just to get the fun free stuff, but I couldn't reconcile myself and my philosophical objections to joining anything that might, however wrongfully, label me as a law student.
- Liberal Club: Yes, political affiliation. Because that is my main political affiliation, but mainly because if we joined, they gave us cool stickers that say things like: "Socialism sucks" and "Rack off lefty scum". And that's what a girl needs.
- And finally, the Egyptian Dance club. Because I'm gonna learn to belly-dance, yo. Or something.

Now I have to go and dye my hair and seriously relax.

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I'm seriously too old for this shit.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2002

The next time I see someone wearing something with "FCUK" on it, I will do Bad Things to them.

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Why didn't anyone tell me about this earlier. This article is hilarious. I'll see if I can actually arrange it for next Australia Day. That way, it would only be a short trip to go and visit all my northern hemisphere online pals.

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Monday, February 25, 2002

The girl downstairs is cranking up some dancey country crap stuff. I have a playlist called GAAF. This is war.

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Damn, I am far too old to be doing this whole O-week thing again. There are all these damn first years who are all so young and silly and I have to learn their damn names and, like, show an interest.

Bugger all that for a game of soldiers.

Current plan for O-week:
- Tonight: Tutor crawl. Sit in my room playing very loud, very angry-goth music and frighten first years.
- Tuesday: Hawaiian bar night. Dance a lot and show 'em how it's done.
- Wednesday: Toga. Wear a black net toga and dog collar and scare them some more.
- Thursday: Scowl. All day.
- Friday: Go to film group and see The Fast and the Furious.
- Saturday: Retro bar night. This one is almost too easy.

Seriously, am I turning into a bitter and twisted old woman at the age of 21? Is this what five years of college does to you? Am I actually a scientific experiment? More in the next exciting episode. Or maybe not.

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Much to my dismay, I am not an Oompa Loompa. Someone told me so. They were very harsh about it. You'd think they could let me down gracefully.

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Redesigned the domain section as well. Didn't really change any of the content, but it's pretty and non-pink now. One of these days I'll say something witty again.

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