NOTHING

This is a post about nothing in particular except for the fact that people are ridiculous.

I went to work today and stood on point for three and a half hours (that is, ripping tickets, looking pretty with my freshly cut hair, being compared to Knives Chau from Scott Pilgrim vs the World, faking lots of smiles etc). About an hour and a half in a purple hoard of pre-teens and their mothers come marching down the stairs with purple glowsticks and purple 3D glasses. I was like 'what the actual fuck?' then I read - Justin Bieber someone's backpack and jumper. smh @ humanity. A few minutes later this woman and her three kids come to me and ask 'hi, we just came out of the cinema and my daughter's lost her Justin Bieber glowstick, can we go up to get it?' UM, LOOK AT YOUR LIFE. LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES. It's a glowstick for fuck's sake, IT'S NOT GOING TO GLOW AGAIN.

Oh yeah, and there's this guy who works at the candy bar who looks EXACTLY like Andy Schleck.

bollocky wankshite

It's been 5 days since my last update and really, nothing has changed. Jamie Stewart remains a babe and I still continue to hate uni.

Loosely inspired by my favourite film, Les chansons d'amour (or as I say, Love Songs, because it is legitimately embarrassing when I attempt to pronounce anything in French) this post will be divided into three parts. Truthfully speaking I'm just putting off work and waiting for the Bayern Munich v Freiburg game.

The Departure (from my lazing about at home)
After three weeks my friend count has plateaued at a whopping 0. I have made some acquaintances but I don't know anyone well enough to greet them with a 'fuck off out of my face you dumb bitch' or something similar yet. My friends will testify to this. I've now gotten to the point where I want to be known as some loner bamf who swaggers out of lectures. It's not that I hate people that much it's just I have no clue how to begin, sustain and end a conversation amicably. I'll pretend that that's part of my 'charm'.

Infuriatingly, I finally got a job after four months of doing nothing at home and just when uni started. (Literally. My interview was after my first day at uni.) I like the environment so much more compared to uni. People actually talk to me and no one minds my idiocy (I'll pretend they embrace it). Yeah, to milk it for all its worth, I ripped Angus McLaren's ticket. On the first night I got a blister from sweeping. My guns are now bad-ass and ripped thanks to those brooms and collectors.

The Absence (of friends)
I really wonder if I'm going to make friends at uni. Yeah. That's all.

On Friday I hung out with some journo kids and will be forever jealous of their tight-knit group. I felt like I belonged for three hours. Everyone was so friendly and open. I must've looked like such a creep just entering their library room.

The Return (of work)
Let's just put this mildly and say that I am drowning, not waving.

My life in three parts. No photos. Not even comprehensible writing. Just bollocky wankshite. (although, e-stalking, which makes up a significant part of my so called life, has been swinging!)

At 18.25 I still haven't got my P's. It is so embarrassing knowing that my lad neighbour is in year 12 and got his P's last year.

CEREMONY

I don't want to do anything but listen to Ceremony and all its covers in bed. Joy Division New Order Xiu Xiu Radiohead Galaxie 500

XIU XIU

Just because they're fabulous.


jfc what a babe.


2:20 - I die.




brb crying


JAMIE v XYLOPHONE


I Luv the Valley OH! again for good measure. Look at Jamie playing on that Hello Kitty Nintendo DSi.

nuffin'

Dicking around with makeup. And cameras.

This is the first time I'm using the tag 'photography'.

I'm not one for words. Here are a few photos and tidbits about my life 25/02/11 - 02/03/2011.

Uni began on the 28th. On the first day I arrived at UTS a little too early and freaked out waiting outside. I've met a few people but most of the people in my faculty need to yank rakes out of their asses because they're stand off-ish and pretentious. (I'll probably be proved wrong later on.)

Since it's started I've had to buy a shit tonne of supplies. The upside to visiting Eckersley's is that I now have a student card which rewards me with a 10% discount on every purchase.

I went to the post office this morning to ask if they knew where my packages were but I was told to phone them instead. The lady on the line was super sweet and laughed at the fact that I was phoning her from the train station and had to stop for City Rail's announcements to finish. After lugging my hippo ass to Bondi to buy supplies from Eckersley's I returned to the post office where I had three parcels. One of them being my portrait by Oslo Davis.




Paul Smith for Rhodia notebooks. The paper quality is phenomenal.

Turquoise is one of my favourite colours jsyk. I actually made a 'favourite colour flag' the other day. It's here.

Bobbi Brown Nectar Shimmer Brick.


I think it's unscented but the product smells awful. It's not strong (it's rather faint) but it smells gross. If I wanted my olfactory senses to be assaulted I would jump in a bin, jussayin'.

In case anyone misconstrues my posts as bragging (idek, why would I even be bragging, I'm poor), let me just say that I have nothing else to post.