| Pete Doherty buying a painting of his ex Kate Moss |
[Sunday
6th July 2008] |
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The Dirty Secrets |
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That's hot.
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[Saturday
28th June 2008] |
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I spent my last night at Bruce Hall doing what I'd wanted to do there all semester.
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| What? Children need..... air? |
[Tuesday
24th June 2008] |
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Girl Anachronism - Dresden Dolls |
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I took this photo of a sign on the glass door of the bar at the Greyhound Racetracks in Sale.
Apparently, some people need to be told everything =/
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| Subterranean Homesick Blues |
[Friday
20th June 2008] |
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The Dirty Secrets - Devils Inside |
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It's nearly six thirty and my brain is slowing into a sugar crash. On the bus home I imagine the disapproving stares of other passengers whom consider my vacant eyes and groggy movements to mark me as a heroin addict. I entertain this for a while by letting my expression relax into the familiar deadening stupor, slowly blinking with a subtle sway until I finally have to lean over to press the STOP button.
Cruelly clouded by grief veiling uncertainty, I’m inside and dismissive of the fact I got home from work too late to find dinner in the hall. By the time I’ve gotten my shit together half an hour has passed and it’s pouring rain, too slight and accusatory to dash outside and unclip my entire wardrobe from the clothes lines in the courtyard. Where do the rosellas go?
The space in my head that should be vacant for detection of sense has been walled with the congested reminder that I spend too much time in dusty places. I think I would have taken up smoking again by now if it wasn't for this suddenly ironic onset of sickness, my sinuses mean I wouldn't be able to taste or take in anything but the burn.
I’m living in a 4m x 4m storage closet with a humming sound behind the T.V. and a tap that drips at regular intervals. Living in such close proximity to so many other people should remind me to be social and friendly but generally the laughing just makes me want to hide even more. The city where I have spent my entire life has turned into a single building full of international students, and I am the one who is alone. Alone.
Dreading every minute of its lonely spacings, retreating down the hall to check my inbox again, again, again. Where do the rosellas go? There's a bunch of flickering windows from the same faraway friend on two different websites. She is trying to get an explanation out of me after I send her a little sad face ‘ :’( ’ but I can’t summon anything else up. She spends the next half hour writing messages that ask if I’m alright and I am annoyed and impressed. Postponing the feeling some more, I head back to my room and downplay the anticipation of craning of my neck to check the screen of my mobile. Despite occasional burst of generosity, the landline in my room always rings dead every time I dial an outside number.
"If anybody comes to see me, tell them they just missed me by a minute."
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| This blog is definately not about sssleeep-deprraveshunnnnn!!! |
[Wednesday
4th June 2008] |
"stay awake up past your bedtime reading william blake..."
:)
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| Career Happenings |
[Tuesday
29th April 2008] |
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Bryn's iTunes (Twisted Sister, Bowie, Zombie Ghost Train + more!) |
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Today was my second day back at uni. As ridiculous as it sounds for someone who has my laid back timetable, I ended up fairly bored at the end of last term. I remember sitting in one of my last lectures staring at my teacher who'd left the ~150 of us dazed and confused, yet who still insisted on going into complex details with the word problems while saying "you don't actually have to know this confusing board of writing, but it is linguistically correct so I'll mention it anyway." I remember realising all of a sudden that I'd been staring at her so incredulously that I imagined myself looking like one of the teenagers in Ferris Bueller who are glaring at their teacher while he waffles on about voodoo economics =) Anyway the point of all that was to say that it was good to have a break because today I paid attention to the ENTIRE lecture and actually caught up to what I'm meant to understand.
I also just got back from having dinner with Bryn's Mummy and her husband Steve at their house. It went really really well and I enjoyed myself a lot :)
Here is a photo of Bel & I on Friday before we went out to REV & Cheese
Please to be noting my FAD GADGET SHIRT!!!!11one
This blog is titled in such a manner as it is because today I sent 2 e-mails which will hopefully help me start my career path. One was to a proofreading service which advertises at the ANU, I'm interested in who organises it and what kind of things they do. Originally I was going to start up my own small on campus editing service but if there's an existing one I might as well learn from them or even help them out!
The other was to the president of the Canberra Society of Editors. I meant to join the society during Year 12 when I first found out about it but I was never organised enough to sort out payment by credit account, not to mention I was actually a bit nervous about showing up to their meetings! It's still a bit of a concern as I'm guessing I'm the only Canberra editor to have a bright pink fringe and to wear as much eye make-up as I do :S Oh well, I love the world of editing so I will deal!
And now, I wait for a reply.
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| 1 Year Anniversary |
[Monday
14th April 2008] |
Yesterday was our 1 yr anniversary =)
We celebrated together at Vamp on Saturday night and when the clock struck midnight we found ourselves dancing to the very un-romantic sounds of The Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson. So we yelled the very romantic (?) lyrics "I'VE HAD THE TIME OF MY LIIIIFE AND I'VE NEEEVER FELLLT THIS WAY BEFORRRRE AND IIIII SWEARR!" above it :D
I'd bought Bryn a table and some seats from Toast (the club where we met that has since shut) as a present, and when we got home I was a lamewad and set them up in his loungeroom with a little tea light just like at Toast. Bryn gave me a ring and bag from Sydney =) We spent all of our anniversary sleeping in, making pancakes, playing old DOS games like Commander Keen 4 and just being lazy. It was fantastic. I was very impressed with him because every night he sets his alarm (even when he doesn't have work or school) because he never likes to spend days doing nothing. On Saturday night he didn't even leave his phone on! Sleep is the best present evarrrr.
There is not much else to say that I haven't said to him already so I will leave it at that =)
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