apparently being seventeen is hot right now. i know this because i am basically being an internet predator, acting like a seventeen year old to get my seventeen year old cousins to add me as their bebo friends.

here is a screen capture thingy of my bebo profile.

if you are unfortunate enough to be in my yahoo address book you may have even been sent an email to ask you to make me one of your friends. feel free to ignore it. chances are you are over seventeen and therefore over my target audience.

basically all my cousins send eachother awesome publicly viewable messages about how much fun they are having and some of my favourites even include photos of me in their albums. they seem care free and hilarious. that is how i want to be.

right now i'm trying to figure out what video from youtube i should have as my profile video. it will sum me up. but one problem... i'm not sure what seventeen year olds are in to. i notice my sister put up christina's dirty video. which was what was hot when she was like 19. she's showing her age. i nearly put up justin timberlake but i realised i was overthinking it. basically i am left with one option... r kelly.

my outfit of the day was a seventies ensemble. brown corduroy. white skivy. brown and orange swirly top. blue cardigan. curly, free love, hair. i think i rocked it. noone seemed to notice.

i am obsessed with clothes but due to my clothes shopping ban (due to my U>S>A tour and the need to save for it) i can't buy. so i try new outfit combinations. and i read lots and lots and lots and lots of fashion magazines (thanks to the wellington city library). in the latest australian marie claire there is an article about jeff buckley. which hello made me fall in love with him all over again. as kelly rowland would say, he was stole.

so it seemed like fate that the warehouse had grace on sale for like twelve dollars. so i bought it. i'm so nineties with the way i still buy CDs. and even though i also bought another awesome album and some cd singles (because even though i love the new silverchair song i'm to ashamed to actually buy the album cos, hello, it is silverchair and this isn't ACTUALLY the nineties, sadly) i can't stop listening to jeff buckley.

today on the bus on the way home it was raining and i listened to hallelujah three times. and i felt like torn apart by it. like i was feeling everything he was singing about. and i felt like a teenager the way that when you're a teenager you can't really express yourself so you listen to music loudly to take the place of that expression. or maybe that was just me. and obviously i didn't listen to just any music when i was fifteen. it was pearl jam. and it was not that loud cos my cd player skipped if i listened too loud. but it was loud enough.

my favourite memory of listening to jeff's hallelujah is driving through snow near te anau one august. with two of my friends. and pretending to be asleep so i didn't have to enter into conversation and so i could just sit back and listen to jeff buckley. and so they could flirt and pretend they were just making conversation. i'm a great matchmaker that way. but not such a great matchmaker cos hello they were together about two weeks. but apparently it is better to have loved and lost. apparently.

where was i? oh that's right, jeff buckley. i can't believe i've lasted this long without owning the album. he is lovely.

i need to develop an outfit that is befitting of listening to jeff buckley. maybe that is my couture challenge for tomorrow.