Michelle... lies.

Telling a consistent lie is difficult. Especially if you're one to claim that lying is for losers and idiots.

So there we are. I confess. I am a loser and an idiot. I made up a lie about my relationship status to feel better about myself.

But what happens when people believe the lie, since you always tell the truth, and you have to lie consistently further? You don't feel better about yourself, just makes you feel worse.

Sigh. I was not made for this. Forgive me.

Michelle Cleans Up and Michelle Doing The Laundry.

So last night we cleaned out the kitchen and bathroom, discarding forgotten items from previous roommates. This included my discovery of a VERY forgotten bag of potatoes that were rooty, mouldy, foul smelling and mutating to the point where I think it almost grew legs. That smell will haunt me for the rest of my life.

On the plus side, we now have room in the fridge to be able to divvy up shelves, and it was quite a bonding experience to clean together.

Also on today's agenda is shopping for house stuff and DOING LAUNDRY.

Michelle Cooks For Herself.

Minute steaks with a rocket salad. Yum.

Roast chicken drumsticks with steamed veggies.

So I've been job hunting, Chuck S2 and cooking for the past couple of days. So in a sentence, not much, really. I also went on an outing to the CBD (Michelle Reacquaints Herself With Public Transport Day!) and found these at Sugar Station.

I swear, you could get diabetes just by walking into that place. The sugar hits you in a wave when you walk in and it was a little sickening. I'd hate to work there. 

Needless to say, I consumed a dangerous amount of sugar that afternoon.

...heyyyyy, Melbourne. How you doin'? ;)

The moral of the story, children? Don't pick on midgets. They tend to have freakishly tall relatives.

So my new hole currently looks like this.

Stay tuned for more crazy catastrophes such as Michelle Cooking For Herself, Michelle Doing The Laundry, Michelle Shops For Food, Michelle Gets Visitors and Michelle Cleans Up.

But right now, Michelle Organises Her New Hole.

Goodbye Mildura...

[Insert backing soundtrack music appropriate for a blog post about moving away...]
(There Goes The Fear by Doves. Wait for it to load, and adjust the volume before you play.)

I can't believe it. The day's finally here.

It's almost hard to believe, mainly because of the anticipation of this day's arrival has built up over such a huge span of time. Mixed feelings. It's a little scary. But exciting at the same time. Like being on a rollercoaster, I guess.

Of course, there's things I'm grateful I was in Mildura for. Those random moments  when I've laughed so hard, I thought my lungs would burst. Those moments when all I felt were unfiltered happiness. The moments that canceled out any overwhelming bitterness I arrived with, and shaped me into a much happier person.

A great many of this would not have occurred if I'd never come here and met so many awesome people. This was the defining moment of my life. I've changed to the point where I can't pretend the Mildura part of my life never happened, and there's a definite number of people from here that will inevitably stay in my life.

But I'm going back to the place I love. Being the best that I can be because I chose it.

Long story short? Thanks, Mildura. See you later.

You.

I can’t believe I’m standing here

With nothing left at all to fear.

Only you could interfere

As my thoughts fail to cohere,

To fade with one remaining clear.

Find you. 

Near you.

Feel you.

With you.

Because hey, life is a carnival.

One thing: awwww.

So I was somewhat bored and decided to make a wallpaper like I used to.
"She Is" by The Fray.

I am in absolute LOVE with the new Panic! At The Disco single/music video. It sounds loads like A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, which I loved to bits. The steampunk suits them. They apparently are releasing a new album, but no word yet Australia-wise. Not even about the single.

And... well yeah. Which I'm not really excited about, to be honest. Maybe I let it all out at the other one? Maybe because I've seen him in person now? Maybe because season six has sucked (up until last episode)? Maybe because Castiel's not the rebellious BAMF any more?

Sigh.

The reason why Valentine's Day is overrated and tacky and unromantic.

So every Valentine's Day, I'm usually sad because I usually have no significant other, despite all the fantasies my reality-repellent imagination would spin. Not this year, somehow. I had one of those amazing epiphanies.

Why pull out all the stops to impress your significant other on the one day, instead of every day? I'm telling you, Valentines Day-related things would be so much more appreciated if they were random things on random days.

Valentine's puts everyone on guard and ruins the element of surprise. They expect something or other to happen and are either less surprised or most disappointed because nothing happened.

And if there's at least one thing I know - from experience, let alone at all in these situations - it's the element of surprise and how it can be used advantageously for both sides.

And Valentine's isn't even restricted to significant others. Friends, family, random strangers, it's about celebrating universal love. Most people just take Valentine's to mean romantic love. Hence making it somewhat tacky for romantic love.

Maybe I'm feeling this way because I haven't met Mr. Trench Coat yet and skipped off into the sunset, but this is how I feel about the day presently; not expecting anything, while celebrating untackily with the people I do have and not with fantasies of those I wish I had.

It's almost a little premise.

There was a man.

A man who was so arrogant about himself and his point of view.

Who was convinced that he knew everything he needed to know.

Who was so preoccupied with worshipping himself that he was oblivious to other things in his life.

Like a girl.

A girl who worshipped him. 

So yes, I'm thinking about writing again! I just think I need to expand my options. 

Like script writing. I might have a shot.

You let the river pull you down...

Photoshop exploring.

I'll put this with the original so that you can see the difference. Click to enlarge.

I love it, it looks so psychedelic and awesome.
...and the music you're listening to probably just enhances the mood. (Doves b-side tracks, fyi)
And this effect doesn't work on faces too well, so I'll reserve it for the still lifes and/or other things.

Like my original fire photos.

Hmmmm, too much? I have no idea. 

And you can't really improve these photos because they're already awesome.

Meh.

Oh, and Supernatural 6x12? It just came along and changed everything. It feels a little bit normal again.

Lovers in Japan.

Original here. How amazing?!

They are turning my head out

To see what I'm all about

Keeping my head down

To see what it feels like now

But I have no doubt

One day, the sun will come out

This particular verse was almost a little mantra of mine over the last couple of years. To stay faithful and happy, even on my darkest days when it felt like things were so awful I just wanted it to end.

I've served my time. And I got through it. The sun's come out.

And though I haven't believed in much - how could I when so much has let me down? - I look at this verse and think about faith.

Though there are many that think non-religiously, people still have faith. 

In themselves, in each other, in their hopes and dreams, in their future.

This verse reminded me that my faith is like believing in a deity. You can't see it right in front of you, but it motivates you to be the best person you can be and struggle through the pain of it all. The pain seems to be at the forefront of it all, but you still believe. And when it's your time, you'll finally receive everything you believed in -- in spades.

The majority of the verse seems to be about pain, but there is a hopeful undertone that rings out in the last two lines. I guess it all depends on which you concentrate on; the pain or the hope.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

So in between the moving craziness/insanity, dwelling on wonderful (but long since gone) moments and doing nothing, I've been looking through my music and going through my more retro stuff. Echo & the Bunnymen's album 'Ocean Rain' (a combination of Donnie Darko and this amazing promo was enough to convince me to originally listen to them), Modern English's 'I Melt With You', a couple of songs from Jefferson Airplane's 'Surrealistic Pillows', Led Zepplin's 'Stairway to Heaven'...

...ahy. It's fantastic. I want more.

Artist found over here on deviantart.com

Same with this one.

So I'm looking for some more similar sounding music. Any recommendations?