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(pas de sujets) [sep. 1er, 2007|06:04 pm]
Eleanor
[Current Location |Tropadise]

I'm just a tad stressed.
Just an incey wincey tiny little bitty bit.
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(pas de sujets) [juin. 17e, 2007|11:28 am]
Eleanor
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(pas de sujets) [oct. 15e, 2006|06:43 pm]
Eleanor
[Musique actuelle |serre-moi]

You're in every song I listen to
And everything I write down on my arm is about you, even the french homework.
You've stuffed me up so that I can't see anything bad anymore,
and even when I do I think it's beautiful.


I don't think I'll be writing in this journal anymore, it's run it's course. Thanks everyone, it's been great.
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(pas de sujets) [oct. 7e, 2006|01:34 pm]
Eleanor
They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

They say ev'ry man needs protection,
They say ev'ry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,
Is a man who swears he's not to blame.
All day long I hear him shout so loud,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

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(pas de sujets) [sep. 3e, 2006|06:38 pm]
Eleanor
[Musique actuelle |mambo italiano]

What would you do if you had me alone - locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to; what would you do with me? All replies will be permanently screened because it's a secret. Then re-post this in your LJ. You might be surprised with the responses you get.

p.s: If you get a chance come and see 'A servant of Two Masters', Macrob theatre Wednesday 6th to Saturday 9th. We're pretty good.
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(pas de sujets) [aoû. 26e, 2006|06:40 pm]
Eleanor
[Musique actuelle |From little things, big things grow, Paul Kelly]

Gather round people let me tell you're a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
Were opposite men on opposite sides

Vestey was fat with money and muscle
Beef was his business, broad was his door
Vincent was lean and spoke very little
He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter
Gurindju decided they must make a stand

They picked up their swags and started off walking
At Wattie Creek they sat themselves down
Now it don't sound like much but it sure got tongues talking
Back at the homestead and then in the town

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Vestey man said I'll double your wages
Seven quid a week you'll have in your hand
Vincent said uhuh we're not talking about wages
We're sitting right here till we get our land
Vestey man roared and Vestey man thundered
You don't stand the chance of a cinder in snow
Vince said if we fall others are rising

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Then Vincent Lingiarri boarded an aeroplane
Landed in Sydney, big city of lights
And daily he went round softly speaking his story
To all kinds of men from all walks of life

And Vincent sat down with big politicians
This affair they told him is a matter of state
Let us sort it out, your people are hungry
Vincent said no thanks, we know how to wait

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Then Vincent Lingiarri returned in an aeroplane
Back to his country once more to sit down
And he told his people let the stars keep on turning
We have friends in the south, in the cities and towns

Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting
Till one day a tall stranger appeared in the land
And he came with lawyers and he came with great ceremony
And through Vincent's fingers poured a handful of sand

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

That was the story of Vincent Lingairri
But this is the story of something much more
How power and privilege can not move a people
Who know where they stand and stand in the law

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

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The Tempest [aoû. 13e, 2006|07:54 am]
Eleanor
[Humeur actuelle |relievedrelieved]

SHAKESPEARGASM.
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Formal [aoû. 5e, 2006|06:16 pm]
Eleanor
[Humeur actuelle |contentcontent]

1. Water taxis are like John So's gift to his people.
2. All of Macrob is hot.
3. Photographers can be fucking scary ("Hands down! I don't want to see your hands! Good god girl, what ugly badges!")
4. Dontcha wish yo girlfriend was hot like me? (ie: playing footloose at the end of the night makes up for NOTHING)
5.

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Unit two history, or How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb [juil. 30e, 2006|05:03 pm]
Eleanor
[Musique actuelle |So long mom, Tom Lehrer]

So long mom, I'm off to drop the bomb,
So don't wait up for me,
But while you swelter, down there in your shelter
You can see me. . .On your TV.

While we're attacking frontally, watch Brinkley and Huntley
Describing contrapuntally the cities we have lost.
No need for you to miss a minute of the agonizing holocaust.

Little Johnnie Jones was a US pilot, no shrinking violet was he.
He was mighty proud when world war three was  declared
He wasn't scared, no siree.
And this is what he said on his way to Armaggedon:

So long, mom, I'm off to drop the bomb, so don't wait up for me,
But though I may roam, I'll come back to my home,
Although it may be a pile of debris.

Remember Mommy, I'm off to get a Commie,
So send me a salami, and try to smile somehow.
I'll look for you when the war is over,
An hour and a half from now.
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(pas de sujets) [juil. 20e, 2006|05:59 pm]
Eleanor
[Humeur actuelle |lovedloved]
[Musique actuelle |Up the 'pool, Jethro Tull]

To everyone who made my birthday fantastic:

Thankyou, and so much love <3
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