I Viddy Thou
When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
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Journal created:
on 18 November 2004 (#5182262)
Updated:
on 29 July 2008
Name:
ividdythou
Location:
Gold Coast, Australia
Website:
ABOUT ME
I am rarely aware of the blatantly obvious. I find guys much less cumbersome than chicks. I can't help it. I love my name. And all of its variations. I hear the theme from Shaft when I walk. Or "Damn it Feels Good to be a Gangster"....or any song that goes "Wahka-chicka Wahka-chicka Wahka-chicka." I love music. My taste in it is quite bizarre by most standards. I enjoy the symphony. I do not claim to be able to sing, but whether you like it or not, I do it (sing) all the time.When not singing, I hum. When not humming, I drum my fingers. When not drumming, I tap my feet. Under average conditions, I smile constantly, and giggle incessantly. I have not met anyone yet who finds it irritating. At least no one who has been honest about it. I know a lot about a few things. I know very little about most things. I know nothing about anything. I seem to love everyone ... but if you ask me who I first fell for, I will say it was my piano. I constantly contradict myself. I have a morbid fascination with Serial Killers. I hear music constantly. I often find that the only way to get it out of my head is to memorize it. I find that i irritate my friends. A lot. I usually have cravings for Kubrick films and food simultaneously. My Favorite film is Clockwork Orange, with rice. I find most everything amusing. It is what keeps me from coming over there and wiping the silly grin off of your face. I prefer Batman to Superman, for obvious reasons. I also love the X-Men for some reason, and have for a long time. I don't often discuss it. I love shoes. A lot. We won't discuss it. I also love Photography. We won't discuss it. I can't write conclusions. It just doesn't happen. I won't remember your name. It isn't anything personal. I have a strong inclination to travel. I am not melodramatic. Though, I live in a melodrama. I seem to collect interesting people. I gravitate toward loud people. My closest friends are of the quieter sort. I am a loud person. My voice can carry for miles. I am completely ignorant to this. I can't walk gracefully under average conditions. I feel the need to obstruct my walking further through use of such obstacles as tall shoes. I can't remember anything of importance. Yet, I know all the words to the Captain Planet Theme song. I get gifts constantly, but I rarely give any. I feel as though this shouldn't bother me. It does. I have a rather strong vocabulary. I hope one day to be able to speak something fluently, which isn't my mother tounge. I also hope one day to be able to afford a fun car. My friends tend to be sick minded people. I attribute this to my own sickmindedness. I think constantly. It isn't something I can turn off. I scare myself all the time. I think I have lovely handwriting. I don't know specifics, I just know what I like. I love tortoise shell. And things that are patterned with plaid and polka dots. I find that it matters very little what I think. I find that I am home where ever I can see the stars. I thrive on little sleep. But I can sleep for 14 hours at a time. Easily. I am often searched in airports. It is never the normal "can we look in your bag" searches. It is the "can you take off your jacket and/or other clothing so that we may do a swab of the inside to detect the drugs that we know you are trafficking" searches. These searches happen no matter what I have on, which ranges from "whore jacket" to "responsible young lady attire" to "private school girl plaid ensemble". The "whore jacket" searches I can understand, but not the others. Maybe the guy with the wand likes me. I always arrive and leave early. It isn't why you think. It is usually boredom.... and the pain from the shoes I am wearing at the time. I instantly befriend anyone who can whistle well. I hear Operator Please is a pretty cool band.
IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT FRIENDS-ONLY
My journal is friends-only for a reason. If you're my friend on live-journal, it's because you're a special person. I trust you not to publicly publish any of the things that i write about my life. If you are my friend on live-journal, it is because i want to exchange thoughts about what going on in both our lives, and i trust you and respect you. Generally, I will alot more scrutinising with who i allow on my live-journal from now on, and will not be adding anyone i do not know - this includes fans of my band. It is important that you realise the people who are my myspace friends, are a very different group of people. If i have met you even just once, your probably my myspace friend. I must emphasise the personal and intimate trusting relationship i have with my friends on live-journal. If you feel you honestly can't handle the responsibility of this, let me know, and I'll remove you from my friends list. I won't hold it against you - I'd just rather keep the personal thoughts and ramblings of this young woman private. To everybody who reads my live-journal, and has duely let me into their life, thank you alot. In other words, if your my friend on live-journal, i consider you my real life friend. Let's keep those real life friend principles in play.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
- e.e cummings
I am rarely aware of the blatantly obvious. I find guys much less cumbersome than chicks. I can't help it. I love my name. And all of its variations. I hear the theme from Shaft when I walk. Or "Damn it Feels Good to be a Gangster"....or any song that goes "Wahka-chicka Wahka-chicka Wahka-chicka." I love music. My taste in it is quite bizarre by most standards. I enjoy the symphony. I do not claim to be able to sing, but whether you like it or not, I do it (sing) all the time.When not singing, I hum. When not humming, I drum my fingers. When not drumming, I tap my feet. Under average conditions, I smile constantly, and giggle incessantly. I have not met anyone yet who finds it irritating. At least no one who has been honest about it. I know a lot about a few things. I know very little about most things. I know nothing about anything. I seem to love everyone ... but if you ask me who I first fell for, I will say it was my piano. I constantly contradict myself. I have a morbid fascination with Serial Killers. I hear music constantly. I often find that the only way to get it out of my head is to memorize it. I find that i irritate my friends. A lot. I usually have cravings for Kubrick films and food simultaneously. My Favorite film is Clockwork Orange, with rice. I find most everything amusing. It is what keeps me from coming over there and wiping the silly grin off of your face. I prefer Batman to Superman, for obvious reasons. I also love the X-Men for some reason, and have for a long time. I don't often discuss it. I love shoes. A lot. We won't discuss it. I also love Photography. We won't discuss it. I can't write conclusions. It just doesn't happen. I won't remember your name. It isn't anything personal. I have a strong inclination to travel. I am not melodramatic. Though, I live in a melodrama. I seem to collect interesting people. I gravitate toward loud people. My closest friends are of the quieter sort. I am a loud person. My voice can carry for miles. I am completely ignorant to this. I can't walk gracefully under average conditions. I feel the need to obstruct my walking further through use of such obstacles as tall shoes. I can't remember anything of importance. Yet, I know all the words to the Captain Planet Theme song. I get gifts constantly, but I rarely give any. I feel as though this shouldn't bother me. It does. I have a rather strong vocabulary. I hope one day to be able to speak something fluently, which isn't my mother tounge. I also hope one day to be able to afford a fun car. My friends tend to be sick minded people. I attribute this to my own sickmindedness. I think constantly. It isn't something I can turn off. I scare myself all the time. I think I have lovely handwriting. I don't know specifics, I just know what I like. I love tortoise shell. And things that are patterned with plaid and polka dots. I find that it matters very little what I think. I find that I am home where ever I can see the stars. I thrive on little sleep. But I can sleep for 14 hours at a time. Easily. I am often searched in airports. It is never the normal "can we look in your bag" searches. It is the "can you take off your jacket and/or other clothing so that we may do a swab of the inside to detect the drugs that we know you are trafficking" searches. These searches happen no matter what I have on, which ranges from "whore jacket" to "responsible young lady attire" to "private school girl plaid ensemble". The "whore jacket" searches I can understand, but not the others. Maybe the guy with the wand likes me. I always arrive and leave early. It isn't why you think. It is usually boredom.... and the pain from the shoes I am wearing at the time. I instantly befriend anyone who can whistle well. I hear Operator Please is a pretty cool band.
IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT FRIENDS-ONLY
My journal is friends-only for a reason. If you're my friend on live-journal, it's because you're a special person. I trust you not to publicly publish any of the things that i write about my life. If you are my friend on live-journal, it is because i want to exchange thoughts about what going on in both our lives, and i trust you and respect you. Generally, I will alot more scrutinising with who i allow on my live-journal from now on, and will not be adding anyone i do not know - this includes fans of my band. It is important that you realise the people who are my myspace friends, are a very different group of people. If i have met you even just once, your probably my myspace friend. I must emphasise the personal and intimate trusting relationship i have with my friends on live-journal. If you feel you honestly can't handle the responsibility of this, let me know, and I'll remove you from my friends list. I won't hold it against you - I'd just rather keep the personal thoughts and ramblings of this young woman private. To everybody who reads my live-journal, and has duely let me into their life, thank you alot. In other words, if your my friend on live-journal, i consider you my real life friend. Let's keep those real life friend principles in play.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
- e.e cummings
1920's, 1960's, 1980's, abba, accordion, allanis morrisette, arcade fire, beards, bells in songs, ben folds, blushing, board games, brass, brian setzer orchestra, bright eyes, bubbles, chai, children, christmas, cities, classic cars, classical piano, cowboy boots, creating, curls, curves, dancing, death cab for cutie, dinner parties, discovering new bands, dresses, dugongs, dungeons and dragons, dvds, elliot smith, every maze, fleetwood mac, folk, foreign and cult films, fur hats with ears, game-shows, getting terribly excited, giggling, glasses, god, goodbye lenin!, heels, hiding behind my hands, holding hands, horror movies, ice tea, indie music, jazz, klaxons, live music, love, markets, mary-janes, melbourne, moulin rouge, muse, music, musicals, my dad, mystery, neil gaiman, nick drake, non scented candles, noodles, of montreal, operator please, other people's parents, paris, parties, pasta, piano, pin-up girls, polaroids, pretty little dresses, pretty shoes, puddles, quiet, rain, reading, scarves, secrets, sewing, shoes, showering together, skirts, snow, soup, stand up comedy, stilettos, stitching, story telling, strange neighbours, strangers, stripes, swing, swingsets, tea parties, tetris, the internet, the zoo, tomorrow, tori amos, touring, trumpets, ugg boots, underwear, upside down things, vintage, vocabulary, warm towels, white, wine, winter, writing, yesterday