It's been quite a while since my last blog. I haven't really felt the need to write. Not really...
I found out someone I don't even know had been following my blog. I know that's not that strange, but the only people that would know about this blog are people that would find the link on my facebook page. So that seemed a bit weird.
One night, not long after I'd written my previous post, I had the scariest prank call ever! I thought it was some weirdo that had read my blog and was trying to scare me... so that put me off writing blogs for a while too. (I found out later it was my sister using a scary voice application on the iphone - "i'm watching you Greer. I can see you through your bedroom window" etc )
I think I mainly write when I need to get something off my chest. Or I feel lonely. Or am missing someone. Or even just feel a bit down. It's like having someone to talk to, but not really. I still feel like I can't write about really personal stuff though, because people I know might see it... well, they will.
Nothing's changed. Boy's still suck. I don't think i'll ever learn to control myself when it comes to matters of the heart. Although I am a lot more cautious than I used to be, it still doesn't stop me. I'm such a hopeless romantic.
I can't do things in halves... it's all or nothing. Somewhere in between just never seems to be enough. Perhaps I am in love with being in love? Maybe. Or addicted to love? That's probably more like it. It's all too scary to think about. I think I need to just stop caring. Yes. That is what I'll do.
Starting from..... now.
Ok. Totally not caring anymore. I wrote it down so it must be true.
End of post.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
My new house
We moved house yesterday. (Hayley, Imogen and I).
We've been living in a beautiful house that was costing us a packet, then the landlords decided to increase our rent to a ridiculous amount, so we decided to move. Do we really need a dishwasher and marble bench tops? Not really. (although, given my 'worst chore is the doing the dishes' outlook, maybe a dishwasher is a must?)
So we've moved to an older (un-renovated) house. Still in North Fitzroy.
The place looked pretty grubby when we moved in, so we spent most of yesterday scrubbing walls and showers and kitchen cupboards. It still doesn't feel 100% clean, but at least we know it kind of is. The house is really spacious and has great light. And my bedroom is huge! yay. (last bedroom was tiny). I think it will be good.
Housewarming soon.
We got off to a good start with neighbours. One of my housemates accidentally parked over half of someone's driveway. She went out to her car later and there was a note on the car saying 'are you for fucking real?!' Haha. Funny. I suggested she write a note and leave it in their letterbox apologizing and explaining the hectic moving day, which she did. Hopefully they won't egg our house now.
Something weird just happened though. I was sitting on my bed, on my computer. I can see out onto the street and have my blinds up... I haven't been up long, so I am wearing PJ's. (little boxers and a singlet.) I see this guy ride past on his bike and he looks in and sees me. Next thing I know, he's stopped his bike and is coming to our front door. Great. He's seen me too, so I can't not answer the door.
He just knocked on the fucking door (must stop swearing) and asked me where the Parkview Hotel is. WTF? Who knocks on some random house in some random street (not that close to the Parkview) to ask directions to a Pub? Before 11am on a Saturday? Creepy. He looked creepy too. Now I'm paranoid (must stop smoking) that every person who rides past on a bike is him. What if he starts stalking us? He knows my bedroom and everything! And it would be easy to creep up and peer in the windows at night. Not the best feeling in the world....
Hmm... well, that is enough computer time for now. (went a whole day yesterday!)
Time for more unpacking. Hooray!
We've been living in a beautiful house that was costing us a packet, then the landlords decided to increase our rent to a ridiculous amount, so we decided to move. Do we really need a dishwasher and marble bench tops? Not really. (although, given my 'worst chore is the doing the dishes' outlook, maybe a dishwasher is a must?)
So we've moved to an older (un-renovated) house. Still in North Fitzroy.
The place looked pretty grubby when we moved in, so we spent most of yesterday scrubbing walls and showers and kitchen cupboards. It still doesn't feel 100% clean, but at least we know it kind of is. The house is really spacious and has great light. And my bedroom is huge! yay. (last bedroom was tiny). I think it will be good.
Housewarming soon.
We got off to a good start with neighbours. One of my housemates accidentally parked over half of someone's driveway. She went out to her car later and there was a note on the car saying 'are you for fucking real?!' Haha. Funny. I suggested she write a note and leave it in their letterbox apologizing and explaining the hectic moving day, which she did. Hopefully they won't egg our house now.
Something weird just happened though. I was sitting on my bed, on my computer. I can see out onto the street and have my blinds up... I haven't been up long, so I am wearing PJ's. (little boxers and a singlet.) I see this guy ride past on his bike and he looks in and sees me. Next thing I know, he's stopped his bike and is coming to our front door. Great. He's seen me too, so I can't not answer the door.
He just knocked on the fucking door (must stop swearing) and asked me where the Parkview Hotel is. WTF? Who knocks on some random house in some random street (not that close to the Parkview) to ask directions to a Pub? Before 11am on a Saturday? Creepy. He looked creepy too. Now I'm paranoid (must stop smoking) that every person who rides past on a bike is him. What if he starts stalking us? He knows my bedroom and everything! And it would be easy to creep up and peer in the windows at night. Not the best feeling in the world....
Hmm... well, that is enough computer time for now. (went a whole day yesterday!)
Time for more unpacking. Hooray!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Don't hate the player. Hate the game.
The Player. I'd always heard the stories. Read about 'The Player' a thousand times. I even know 'a player' or two. But until recently, I'd never allowed myself to be 'played.'
You know the type. The ladies man. Charming. Flirty. Good looking. Thinks he can get any girl he wants.
I can usually smell these men a mile off. And I know to stay away. Except maybe this one time....
It was probably because I was feeling vunerable. But I think I knew what I was getting myself into... and it was only going to be a bit of fun. Something to take my mind of my recent break up. Plus I was going through my post break-up 'off the rails' phase.
When I'd first met this flirty guy a few years ago, my sister and I had both scoffed about him, 'he thinks he's so good.' we'd said. 'Thinks he can have anyone he wants! haha.' Neither of us had been interested in his charm.
So towards the end of last year, I found myself getting involved with 'The Player'. A few friends warned me off him. I'd agreed with what they said. But do you think I listened? Nope. 'The Player' and I spent a couple of months kind of half seeing each other and I started thinking that maybe I'd originally been wrong about him.
I liked him. He was actually really nice. When he had time for me. I started getting a little bit attached to him. He was sweet. And funny. He said nice things to me. Made me a mixed CD. He even gave me a little present with a hand made card for Christmas. That's a nice thing to do for someone.
But then he was always so busy. Social engagements, gigs, interstate tours etc. He was hardly around. He was a difficult one to pin down.
The day he gave me that Christmas present was the last time I saw him. We spent a really nice day together, and then he just seemed to disappear.
He went away for music stuff. And then I went away for a few days... When I got back I tried to organise to see him a couple of times. He'd either agree to see me and then cancel, or he just had no spare time. Very popular he was.
I started to think: 'He's just not that into you.' Like the movie (that I haven't even seen). He was totally giving me the run-around. (I now have a song called 'Runaround') But why would he give me a fucking present if he didn't like me?? Maybe he met someone else? Who knows. It's still a mystery to me.
I eventually gave up on 'The Player'. Not that I tried terribly hard, but there's only so much rejection a girl can take.
Anyway, I've come to the conclusion that he wasn't very nice to treat me like that. No one's ever really fobbed me off like that before with no explanation.
My friend has seen him twice lately. Both times with a different girl. I'm sure it won't be long before I run into him either. No doubt he'll be his usual charming self.
So that was a couple of months ago. I just thought I should write about it so it's all out of my system.
I don't hate him. In fact, I probably have a few positive things to say about my time with him, and I have certainly learnt a few lessons. But all the same, I was still played. And he sucks for doing it.
You know the type. The ladies man. Charming. Flirty. Good looking. Thinks he can get any girl he wants.
I can usually smell these men a mile off. And I know to stay away. Except maybe this one time....
It was probably because I was feeling vunerable. But I think I knew what I was getting myself into... and it was only going to be a bit of fun. Something to take my mind of my recent break up. Plus I was going through my post break-up 'off the rails' phase.
When I'd first met this flirty guy a few years ago, my sister and I had both scoffed about him, 'he thinks he's so good.' we'd said. 'Thinks he can have anyone he wants! haha.' Neither of us had been interested in his charm.
So towards the end of last year, I found myself getting involved with 'The Player'. A few friends warned me off him. I'd agreed with what they said. But do you think I listened? Nope. 'The Player' and I spent a couple of months kind of half seeing each other and I started thinking that maybe I'd originally been wrong about him.
I liked him. He was actually really nice. When he had time for me. I started getting a little bit attached to him. He was sweet. And funny. He said nice things to me. Made me a mixed CD. He even gave me a little present with a hand made card for Christmas. That's a nice thing to do for someone.
But then he was always so busy. Social engagements, gigs, interstate tours etc. He was hardly around. He was a difficult one to pin down.
The day he gave me that Christmas present was the last time I saw him. We spent a really nice day together, and then he just seemed to disappear.
He went away for music stuff. And then I went away for a few days... When I got back I tried to organise to see him a couple of times. He'd either agree to see me and then cancel, or he just had no spare time. Very popular he was.
I started to think: 'He's just not that into you.' Like the movie (that I haven't even seen). He was totally giving me the run-around. (I now have a song called 'Runaround') But why would he give me a fucking present if he didn't like me?? Maybe he met someone else? Who knows. It's still a mystery to me.
I eventually gave up on 'The Player'. Not that I tried terribly hard, but there's only so much rejection a girl can take.
Anyway, I've come to the conclusion that he wasn't very nice to treat me like that. No one's ever really fobbed me off like that before with no explanation.
My friend has seen him twice lately. Both times with a different girl. I'm sure it won't be long before I run into him either. No doubt he'll be his usual charming self.
So that was a couple of months ago. I just thought I should write about it so it's all out of my system.
I don't hate him. In fact, I probably have a few positive things to say about my time with him, and I have certainly learnt a few lessons. But all the same, I was still played. And he sucks for doing it.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Saint Valentine
Fuck Valentines Day!
Although if I had my own 'special someone', I probably wouldn't quite have that attitude. Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I probably would have been slightly sucked into this ridiculous day. Can't help myself. I'm a 'head in the clouds' type of girl. Love a bit of romance.
Last year I remember waking up and my then boyfriend had gone to work. I wasn't expecting him to get me anything, because that's kind of just the way he is. (I hadn't got him anything - but was planning to cook up a storm from the MoVida cookbook that night - which I did.) But he would have known that even though I said Valentines Day was stupid, I still would have been a bit disappointed if he didn't at least give me something...
So anyway.. I was quite surprised to go out to the kitchen and find a present wrapped in red celephane (for me!) on the kitchen table. It was full of chocolates and lollies. I don't think I have mentioned my vice for anything with sugar in it. I am addicted to lollies. True story. (even though I'm a health nut when it comes to everything else*) So that made me quite happy. He'd hand made a little card too. Quite sweet. I threw that out when we broke up.
No Valentines present for me this year. Just a reminder that I am single. This year I am one of those people that scoffs at all the couples getting sucked into the whole lovey-dovey thing. Wouldn't it make more sense to do something special for someone on a day when it is not expected?
Having said that, maybe I will go outside and there will be a card in my letterbox? Or a gift on my doorstep? Maybe even a flower left on my car windshield? haha. I'm a retard. But it would be cool to have an admirer who would do something like that... As long as it's not in a stalker kind of way....
I'm no writer. I like to ramble on is about all, (oh, and I write many songs) but The Brutals (members of Treetops) who are good friends of mine had a book launch last night at The Empress. HI BEN. I am proud to say that a piece of my writing was published in this book. My first ever piece of writing used for something! I feel pretty special. I bought their new album too. I was the 3rd person to buy one apparently. I haven't listened to it yet, but I know it will be good. They have nice pop songs. Great harmonies.
I'm going amp shopping today. I'm thinking of getting Fender Hot Rod Deluxe. I have been using an amazing old Fender Bassman for the past year or so. But it's not mine, and I can't really keep borrowing it...Plus, the size of the speaker is very inconvenient to carry. Should have just kept my old musicman.... That was a great amp too. I want a combo though. Something smaller and easy to carry. New amp will be exciting.
OK. Enough rambling for now....
*This does not include drinking.
Although if I had my own 'special someone', I probably wouldn't quite have that attitude. Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I probably would have been slightly sucked into this ridiculous day. Can't help myself. I'm a 'head in the clouds' type of girl. Love a bit of romance.
Last year I remember waking up and my then boyfriend had gone to work. I wasn't expecting him to get me anything, because that's kind of just the way he is. (I hadn't got him anything - but was planning to cook up a storm from the MoVida cookbook that night - which I did.) But he would have known that even though I said Valentines Day was stupid, I still would have been a bit disappointed if he didn't at least give me something...
So anyway.. I was quite surprised to go out to the kitchen and find a present wrapped in red celephane (for me!) on the kitchen table. It was full of chocolates and lollies. I don't think I have mentioned my vice for anything with sugar in it. I am addicted to lollies. True story. (even though I'm a health nut when it comes to everything else*) So that made me quite happy. He'd hand made a little card too. Quite sweet. I threw that out when we broke up.
No Valentines present for me this year. Just a reminder that I am single. This year I am one of those people that scoffs at all the couples getting sucked into the whole lovey-dovey thing. Wouldn't it make more sense to do something special for someone on a day when it is not expected?
Having said that, maybe I will go outside and there will be a card in my letterbox? Or a gift on my doorstep? Maybe even a flower left on my car windshield? haha. I'm a retard. But it would be cool to have an admirer who would do something like that... As long as it's not in a stalker kind of way....
I'm no writer. I like to ramble on is about all, (oh, and I write many songs) but The Brutals (members of Treetops) who are good friends of mine had a book launch last night at The Empress. HI BEN. I am proud to say that a piece of my writing was published in this book. My first ever piece of writing used for something! I feel pretty special. I bought their new album too. I was the 3rd person to buy one apparently. I haven't listened to it yet, but I know it will be good. They have nice pop songs. Great harmonies.
I'm going amp shopping today. I'm thinking of getting Fender Hot Rod Deluxe. I have been using an amazing old Fender Bassman for the past year or so. But it's not mine, and I can't really keep borrowing it...Plus, the size of the speaker is very inconvenient to carry. Should have just kept my old musicman.... That was a great amp too. I want a combo though. Something smaller and easy to carry. New amp will be exciting.
OK. Enough rambling for now....
*This does not include drinking.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Stephen Malkmus & Pavement
It's 35 days until I see Pavement at the Palace. Actually, I will see them before that at Golden Plains too.I just love Stephen Malkmus. Been giving his latest solo record (Real Emotional Trash) a good spin lately. (and his other records are great too) I saw him play last year at the Prince of Wales. I loved it. I think I might marry him.
One of my most favourite guitarists ever. Not to mention his guitar. Also a favourite.La.
Friday, January 29, 2010
This Year
I think I will dedicate this year (mostly) to music. Making music, that is. It's been a few years since I've felt like really getting stuck into it. When Sophie and I moved to Melbourne, we kind of lost momentum and were a bit over it, so haven't really done much with the band (after 3 years of slogging it out in Sydney). Anyway, it's time to get back into it. For me, anyway.
Modular Lounge is working on a new album. We've narrowed it down to 14 songs (from about 20) and are trying to get as much pre-production done as possible before we go into the studio. I like the songs we've picked. I'm looking forward to recording. It will be very different to our older stuff.
I recently acquired a Line 6 studio pod thing. For recording demo's. It's cool. You can plug your guitar straight into it and choose what amp/pedals/effects etc you want it to run through. You can program drums and then there are all these other cool effects and things for vocals etc. (Vintage Vocal is rad)
I'm still learning how to use it, but I've started demoing some of my new (very simple stupid pop) songs - which won't be for Modular Lounge. These will be for a different band I think. (one that I'm in) I like the idea of a 3 piece. I have a few ideas of how I want it to sound... It will be good to do something different musically.
Have I mentioned how much I really love my guitar? It's a Gibson 339 - they haven't been around that long. Kind of like the big hollow bodied 335's, but about the size of a Les Paul. A 335 would be giant on me. Here is a photo of me on stage with my beauty...
Modular Lounge is working on a new album. We've narrowed it down to 14 songs (from about 20) and are trying to get as much pre-production done as possible before we go into the studio. I like the songs we've picked. I'm looking forward to recording. It will be very different to our older stuff.
I recently acquired a Line 6 studio pod thing. For recording demo's. It's cool. You can plug your guitar straight into it and choose what amp/pedals/effects etc you want it to run through. You can program drums and then there are all these other cool effects and things for vocals etc. (Vintage Vocal is rad)
I'm still learning how to use it, but I've started demoing some of my new (very simple stupid pop) songs - which won't be for Modular Lounge. These will be for a different band I think. (one that I'm in) I like the idea of a 3 piece. I have a few ideas of how I want it to sound... It will be good to do something different musically.
Have I mentioned how much I really love my guitar? It's a Gibson 339 - they haven't been around that long. Kind of like the big hollow bodied 335's, but about the size of a Les Paul. A 335 would be giant on me. Here is a photo of me on stage with my beauty...
Nice, isn't it? It plays beautifully.
This year, I also made the decision to stop eating meat. I'm really proud of myself. It's something I've been wanting to do for a long time. I can't class myself as a vegetarian because I'm still eating fish. And I also did have a small relapse when my friends took me to a hamburger shop drunk last weekend - it was bound to happen (and probably will again too), but I'm really determined to try and stick it out. Think of the poor farmed animals. And my carbon footprint. And the dead flesh going into my body. Ew... I can do it.
Hmm.... well I think I've crapped on enough for now. Saturday night is my oyster....
Saturday, January 23, 2010
La la la.....
Another Sunday blog. (even though the date will say it's Saturday)
So I just woke up before. I was in bed. (that's good) But my blinds were open, my light was on, I was fully clothed with my bag still on my shoulder.
No idea what happened. Normally, even if I am really drunk, I still manage to get undressed.
I don't remember getting home. Or being at the Carlton Club. (I texted a friend who tells me we shared a cab home from there) Interesting.
Moving right along...
It's almost my 6 month anniversary of being single. That's a long time for me. I've done quite well I think. A Sydney friend bet me that I wouldn't stay single for 6 months (given my history of going from relationship to relationship). I win.
And apparently when it comes to men, I have a 'type'. It's not that I intentionally seek out these handsome, brown haired musician types. (OK, maybe I do a little) It just happens. So my new crush, is in fact a musician. Surprise surprise. He sings nice songs, has lots of guitars and is rather funny. Well, his in-between-song banter is very endearing anyway...
That's all for now...
So I just woke up before. I was in bed. (that's good) But my blinds were open, my light was on, I was fully clothed with my bag still on my shoulder.
No idea what happened. Normally, even if I am really drunk, I still manage to get undressed.
I don't remember getting home. Or being at the Carlton Club. (I texted a friend who tells me we shared a cab home from there) Interesting.
Moving right along...
It's almost my 6 month anniversary of being single. That's a long time for me. I've done quite well I think. A Sydney friend bet me that I wouldn't stay single for 6 months (given my history of going from relationship to relationship). I win.
And apparently when it comes to men, I have a 'type'. It's not that I intentionally seek out these handsome, brown haired musician types. (OK, maybe I do a little) It just happens. So my new crush, is in fact a musician. Surprise surprise. He sings nice songs, has lots of guitars and is rather funny. Well, his in-between-song banter is very endearing anyway...
That's all for now...
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Sunday Afternoon
- Green tea with lemongrass
- Beautifully tuned acoustic guitar
- 4-track recorder (on my iPhone, mind you. It sounds alright!)
This makes for a lovely Sunday afternoon.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
If you don't have anything nice to say....
I don't have anything nice to say. Nice. OK. Substituting nice for good....
What is good?
Not sure.
That's a lie. There are plenty of good things to speak of.
I had a fun time in Sydney catching up with all my old pals. I saw one of the best gigs I've ever been to. I have some nice/good things planned for the weekend. That's alright. It's Friday tomorrow. Another good thing.
I dare not speak of the bad. I think I have said enough on that matter. I just should have known better. And I did know better. I'm just silly.
Speaking of bad... The Tote is closing for good this weekend. That is very bad/sad.
Ramble ramble ramble. Delete delete delete.
What is good?
Not sure.
That's a lie. There are plenty of good things to speak of.
I had a fun time in Sydney catching up with all my old pals. I saw one of the best gigs I've ever been to. I have some nice/good things planned for the weekend. That's alright. It's Friday tomorrow. Another good thing.
I dare not speak of the bad. I think I have said enough on that matter. I just should have known better. And I did know better. I'm just silly.
Speaking of bad... The Tote is closing for good this weekend. That is very bad/sad.
Ramble ramble ramble. Delete delete delete.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Holidays
I have a week to go and then back at work. : /
It's a new year. I have made no resolutions. I don't see the point if I am just going to break them. Although I haven't eaten meat yet this year, so I might try to become a vegetarian. Will see how I go with that one. I like the idea of not eating animals.
I saw Grizzly Bear last night. Really great band. They replicate the record so well. Beautiful harmonies. I just hate going to sold out gigs where you have to strain to see the whole time. Perhaps I'm getting old?
And tomorrow I am off to Sydney for a few days. I am feeling a bit dull today (this year), so hopefully I will have a fun weekend with some old friends and I can forget about the one thing that I really want.
I just saw him. And now it could be weeks before I see him again. I hate that.
So... good things to look forward to:
Then... a little bit further off in the distance....
I don't know what else. I'm not sure what I really want out of 2010. (To be swept off my feet?) It has started off quite averagely so far. Although I am very fond of some of the friends I have spent time with so far this year.
Modular Lounge is supposed to be recording an album. We are so slack with organising that stuff. We really should just get on with it though. We have the songs....
Anyway. Blah blah blah...
It's a new year. I have made no resolutions. I don't see the point if I am just going to break them. Although I haven't eaten meat yet this year, so I might try to become a vegetarian. Will see how I go with that one. I like the idea of not eating animals.
I saw Grizzly Bear last night. Really great band. They replicate the record so well. Beautiful harmonies. I just hate going to sold out gigs where you have to strain to see the whole time. Perhaps I'm getting old?
And tomorrow I am off to Sydney for a few days. I am feeling a bit dull today (this year), so hopefully I will have a fun weekend with some old friends and I can forget about the one thing that I really want.
I just saw him. And now it could be weeks before I see him again. I hate that.
So... good things to look forward to:
- Visiting Sydney
- Seeing Future of the Left at the Annandale tomorrow night
- Catching up with lovely friends in Sydney
Hmmm...
- Australia Day long weekend? (clutching at straws)
- Seeing The XX play at the Corner at the start of February
Then... a little bit further off in the distance....
- Pavement
- The Pixies
- Golden Plains
I don't know what else. I'm not sure what I really want out of 2010. (To be swept off my feet?) It has started off quite averagely so far. Although I am very fond of some of the friends I have spent time with so far this year.
Modular Lounge is supposed to be recording an album. We are so slack with organising that stuff. We really should just get on with it though. We have the songs....
Anyway. Blah blah blah...
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