This song, THIS SONG. We cannot be friends if you don't listen to this. My day, basically. There was no pregnant woman with a pram in sight, I did not confuse the accelerator with the brakes and yeah, my u-turns were pretty spectacular yo. More photos because that's all I seem to post. Fuck writing.
Note my glasses slipping down. V channeling her inner Robert Smith, HA. I don't usually let creeps in. Many a-joke to be made from this. (something about white beer, white people and Nazis... if we disregard that Belgium was a neutral country in WWII and were actually defended by the Allies BUT I DIGRESS) I bought a litre of hand sanitiser. Clean hands for life.
Despite my intense love for chavs, I've decided looking like one really isn't going to work for me. I came to this conclusion after wearing some light pink lipstick for two seconds and being ridiculed for some time after that. What am I talking about, I'm ridiculed by everyone 24/7. h8 errbody, errthang.
Photos because I feel like using up your internet.
And to share two brilliant quotes from one of my lecturers. Talking about a tutor 'She's kind of a type Nazi and I can say that because I'm from Austria'. In reference to our shoddy, ever-failing technology 'I suggested the other week that we should just drop the 'T' so we'd be University of Sydney'. No, I'm afraid that name's been taken by the University of Sydney.
A found note.
Anton's friend never showed up.
Found art.
Nicole and I were on a break.
The DAB art store has the best signs.
Katie's favourite. Bob Dylan just saying 'hi'.
Something one of the Gallagher brothers said.
Today. Looking like a legit creep lying on the grass in USyd.
Met up with Vivien.
Vivien found some insect in her cup.
Naturally we dust over some salt and pepper.
Maths is her life.
I had burger cravings so we went to Moo in Newtown.
We can't get a photo with Douglas Booth (who plays Heinz in Christopher and his Kind) so we settled with a bottle of tomato sauce.
Skyping w/ ma and bro.
Since uni's started I've dreaded waking up. Not only because I never want to get up, but because I have to actually decide what to wear. Obviously I cannot walk out looking like a hobo (although I've come dangerously close) so I've decided I need more t-shirts because I can simply throw them on and walk out the door after I've put on my bottoms and shoes. I found this Victorian English Gentlemens Club t-shirt last year but forgot about it until I realised 'lol I have no clothes'.
They're such sweeties they even sent me a vinyl (complete with feather!) and a thank you note. I may need to visit a friend with a record player soon. So I don't completely smell like I live in a bin... Powder. It smells good. After uni on Monday Jane and I finally bought our lip tars after lusting for them for months. I bought NSFW and Grandma. Finally got a watch.
Note my glasses slipping down. 
V channeling her inner Robert Smith, HA. 
I don't usually let creeps in. 
Many a-joke to be made from this. (something about white beer, white people and Nazis... if we disregard that Belgium was a neutral country in WWII and were actually defended by the Allies BUT I DIGRESS) 
I bought a litre of hand sanitiser. Clean hands for life. 
They're such sweeties they even sent me a vinyl (complete with feather!) and a thank you note. I may need to visit a friend with a record player soon. 
So I don't completely smell like I live in a bin... 
Powder. It smells good. 
After uni on Monday Jane and I finally bought our lip tars after lusting for them for months. I bought NSFW and Grandma. 
Finally got a watch.