Lookbook.

I'm going to join lookbook.nu

Black skinnys and a blue cardigan from my work "new look" does not make.
I can do better than that, and I plan to.

buildings were bigger when you were small and that was all.

I earned $20,611.34 in the past 18 months and I have nothing to show for it. Happily though this is enough to qualify for the Austrailan Government's "free money" scheme so I'm not that fussed.

I bought the most incredible leather messenger bag for $3.50 from the Smith Family and an awesome $6 sweater from the Salvation Army. I like sweaters. I think I might collect sweaters. I think I might be the only drug-addled self-proclaimed indie kid in the world who's contemplating having a sweater collection and in no way is that a bad thing.

Pizza's are being cooked, beer's in the fridge and "True Lies" is being downloaded. I love life.

And, unsurprisingly, it then happened again.

I always knew that the weekend after exams finished for me would be big, but I never thought I'd end up with pretty much 56 hours of straight trismus (and counting).

I feel like mould.

It happened again.

I'm sorry Josh's person.

I'm sorry that you don't have the self control to say 'no thanks' to a 'quick few drinks' after work.
I'm sorry you couldn't handle the fact that it was happy hour.
I'm sorry you felt the need to do shots with your managers.
I'm sorry you chainsmoked like an ass.

I'm sorry you hooked up with someone that you really shouldn't have.

I'm sorry you peed in public and walked to oxford st in the rain with a longneck.
I'm sorry you went to stonewall.
I'm sorry that you lost your wallet at stonewall.
I'm sorry you made people to come to stonewall and now don't remember them being there.
I'm sorry you had to pay the taxi with coins.
I'm sorry you threw up all over yourself.

I'm sorry it was Thursday.

This entry is mainly just me procrastinating from study.

Today was one of those days that was really typical in my life so I don't know why I'm finding the need to write a blog entry tomorrow. Maybe it's because I have my only two major exams tomorrow and am going to be locked in a room from 9.20 till 4.30 because I have clashes. Seriously, I have to go to a place called the "Clash Room", which has considerably less neo-punk references in it than you'd think.

Anyway, today was going pretty standard. Went and had coffee with the bromance at the fish cafe. The coffee there is really bad but there's a certain appeal to being able to sit on milk crates on king street watching all the hipsters go by and sipping lattes. We truly are the face of Oxford Arts.

Then I went to capoeira, which was really cool. I'm training for a tournament in Melbourne in the holidays which should be pretty kickin. I bought a new uniform today which was exxy but getting necessary considering how the old one looked.

Then I came home and everyone was in my living room eating pizza and drinkin' beers. Checked on the status of some special letters from Austria; they are on way. Made some tea and took one down to the bromance. Now I'm "studying".

It's times like this when I realise how much I really, really don't care about my university degree. Honestly, it's just a HECs debt inducing means of passing time for me. I get to live with my best friends, drink beers on a Monday night, and study.

Now I'm going to go and scare the shit out of my housemates who are watching house of wax.

Goodnight.

Sailor and the Sea

I built my house out of straw
I learnt my lesson when I lost my walls
I drunk too much took this and that
I tried being thin but I'm stuck being fat
I wanted to be
What the sailor is to the sea
but I couldn't live with that

I want to be big and I want to be small
I want to Hamlet and a fly on the wall
So I buy all these clothese and I give them away
cause I want to be straight but I want to be gay
I thought I might find
the catalyst for making up my mind
but I couldn't live with that

I'm not my own coffin but I am the nail
I can't afford food but buy drugs in the mail
The music tells me that there's someone out there
But when the music stops I haven't got a chair
And meaning for me
should come from things that are totally free
but I can't live with that

so I'll change reality
add two to two and stop getting three
and learn to live
through the things I'm without and the people I'm with
Cause I can live with that

My life is half-half

I'm overtired and very very poor. By very very poor I mean I literally have four dollars forty to my name until next Tuesday, at which point I'll get paid $62, which is literally half my overdrawn phone bill.

I stayed in a five-star hotel last night for free and then went shopping in the city with some friends. All up, we spent over three grand together on clothes. There were four of us.

I spent a dollar sixty on a train fare.

God my life is weird.

Why do we do these things to ourselves?

I have a 2000 word essay due tomorrow that I haven't done and I'm so hungover I wish I was dead. I woke up this morning with no idea where I was with this dude who has more skin covered in tattoos than not and whose wardrobe is probably worth more money than me. He gave me sunglasses. He's probably going to be my new manager.

I realise that's an incredibly bad way to start a work relationship but beggers can't be choosers and frankly if it got me out of General Pants I'd do Madeleine Allbright. I didn't sleep with him or anything bad but still...yeah.

Completely missed Philadelphia Grand Jury and the Scare yesterday because I got too drunk and forgot to leave my house.

And suddenly the kids were Oxford Arts...

I'm becoming more and more aware that I the only reason I come back to Wollongong is for the unlimited super-fast internet that lives at my parents' house.

Not doing a 2000 word American Studies lecture due on Wednesday. Waiting for temporarily legal mail from Austria. Paying ten dollars for the Scare and Philadelphia Grand Jury at Oxford Arts.

Quitting my job because I can't handle the hipster bitch any more. Earning more money from the government from pissing my time away doing nothing than I would earn from my job.

Being scared during a blackout that swineflu has finally consumed the power grid and we're all about to face a real-life 28 days later.

This is bullshit and helps no-one.

So here goes.

Disclaimer: I'm not gonna go through all the details of my life so far to date because I can't be fucked and I'm sure it'll all come out eventually. I'm just going to start this blog as if it's been going forever.



And thus already I have nothing to write.



I'm hungover. Went to Come Together 2009 yesterday at Luna Park.

-Datarock was fantastic - a really tight set that fed off the largely under-age crowd. Audience participation during a minimalist 'Computer Camp Love' was a fantastic; something about ageing sweaty Norwegian men in matching red tracksuits screaming what is usually a keyboard solo I find strangely attractive and it makes me a little uncomfortable.

- Dukes of Windsor on the other hand were a bit of a let down - there was a vague pub-band vibe that got boring fast. I don't think it helped either that most of the audience probably thought they were covering TV Rock. The frontman's obvious vocal abilities lived up to expectations but to put it simply they just seemed a bit tired.

- Midnight Juggernauts played their songs well. There's not much more to say but obviously it went off.

- Art vs Science, everyday heroes of the Shire teenager, played their usual energetic fare, but there's something slightly disconcerting about them; maybe a little too energetic. I get the sense sometimes that they're almost carictures of themselves - it's like bubblegum electro that's so sweet it's almost bitter again, but not quite.





Wow, this just turned into a music review blog rather quick, no?



Highlight of the day: finding a half-full goon sack beneath the our bridge and walking round Milsons Point in search of a pie slowly getting more and more hammered with the illuminated shells of the House reflecting on the harbour waters in the background.