Birthday reminders via email..

Ahhh it has been a while, so much to update I don't know where to begin.

So I'll start at G-Shock - Shock the World Tour last month - crazy night. Came a bit late so missed most of it, but did catch the tail end of the bar tab - the monstoruos bar tab. Went to Prom at Hot Damn afterwards which was good.

Mum and bro came to visit, have I mentioned this? I don't know but that was nice.

Spent the last month or so worth of weekend with Emily and Iylia - Q Bar Thurs nights and Brighton/OAF Fri and Sats. Never a dull moment with those two.

Had my work xmas party last weekend, went on a harbour cruise, with all you can eat and drink - hectic thats all I can say. Got absolutely slaughtered and walked off the boat with 4 beers down my shirt, yelling about it as we went haha my manager wont let me live it down.

Simon has gone to Thailand for a month so have the place to myself - just me and the cat. Have been bored out of my mind so resorted to cleaning the house obsessively. Upside, it's never been so clean.

Tomorrow night I'm having my birthday party at my house, predrinks, then heading to Newtown to sample the pubs - been a while so should be a nice change.

Having a combine bday dinner with Axel nxt Tues night, Mexican in Glebe, which should be nice.

My actual birthday is nxt wednesday so going home for the night, finally be watching new moon!!!! WOOOOOOO im excited haha. And hopefully getting my Nokia E71 for my pressie, I want one sooooo bad. Have actually started receiving reminders for my own birthday? Lol strange.


Still dont have any plans for new years as yet but we'll see.

Anyway this is more for me to remember than to really tell a story, next one will be a little more exciting I hope, after tomorrow nyt!

Blah blah blah thats it.

Bound to linger on..

Lights black,
Heads bang
You're my drug,
We live it
You're drunk, you need it
Real love, I'll give it.
I need you to need me.

Just listening.

No actual updates tonight, although much to say about Oxford St nights, bands and boys, bush doofs, beaches, stalkers and everything else in between. Another night, yeah.

Love Kills, LB says so

I have sooooo much to update, but it's like 1am and I'm too tired. And too lazy.

You should go to my twitter. It's all happening over there.
http://www.twitter.com/lalalane_

Tonight I was looking at a thumbnail of this guy and I thought he had sleeves, so I clicked to have a closer look and realised it wasn't tattoos. It was hair. ALOT of hair.

Also, upon walking home from the bus stop after work I noticed Clovelly Rd was blocked off by a police car. I thought it must have been a car accident or something and didn't really think too much of it, then tonight Bon told me there was a murder/suicide. Down the road from my house. 2 people dead and a baby stabbed. SHIT! http://www.smh.com.au/national/police-find-man-and-adult-daughter-dead-child-stabbed-20091109-i578.html

AND finally, here is what I listened to tonight. It's sooo catchy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bf4LQ5yNUtk

Proper updates later.

500 days of ?

I just finished watching 500 days of summer. it was a little disapointing. i guess i'm a sucker for a cliched ending.

anyway its that time again. things are going ok lately, looking up i guess. or about to.
i got a job at a discount bookstore in bondi junction and its going well so far. its fantastic that it only takes me 5 or so minutes on the bus to get to work. so amazing.
the people im working with are nice, seem agreeable and easygoing which is good. i love the work, i just need to make sure i concentrate on getting the job instead of constantly flicking through books i want to buy. i seriously have a list half a page long of what i wanna buy come pay day :-) wellll maybe in a few pay days time - rent still priority one, and im not making quite enough to cover that yet.

so i've been seeing alot of em and iylia lately, going out wise. stayed at their place thurs-sat and it was epic, EPIC. let me reiterate this for you, epicccc. We didn't sleep or eat for 3 days, just drank and drank and drank. it was fantastic because i didnt have a hangover - but everything caught up fairly quickly sat night. thurs we went to q bar, which was ok. my first time there and i dont know if i'd bother going back. the smoking area is a joke, some guy pushed me over just to get through lol stacked it down some stairs pretty good and have a gnarly bruise. lucky i was drunk and didnt actually feel any pain. picked up a friend, ben, and took him home with us, where we continued drinking smoking and chatting at ems till about 1 in the afternoon, then we took the goon bag to the roof and layed in the sun. it was sooo nice, i couldnt think of a better way to spend the day. got to about 6 and we headed inside, decided we should have a micro sleep (by micro i mean about 40 min) then it was back to jack in preparation for british india!! which was amazing, me and nic pretty much stared at eachother the whole time. doubtful he recognised me, but had a nice stare anyways. then headed to oxford arts, brighton, there was alot of drinking, some fighting and me and em parted ways, some the skater boys and ended up at glebe house. a little too much drink, and a bit too much green, and i found myself on the bathroom floor with a new best friend aka the toilet. woke up with my head in the bowl about 8am the nxt day, toilet bowl bruises on my chin and all, legendary, haha then crashed in beau's room till i found emily wandering around about 1pm. then it was back hm, treck to maccas, and back to eat it at ems. while shirtless male models walked around her house. it was amazing.

anyway that was my epic couple of days. i dnt think ill be up for any more benders for a little while.

ive yet to go visit em at her new place in mosman so thats on the books, me and bon are catching up this week for a movie/goon night which will be good, and ive still been talking to sam - who i met a couple of weekends ago. see what happens there.

anyway this is a shockingly written blog, and excuse the lack of/absence of punctuation. just recordings, thats all.

adios.

Why does it always rain on me?

Today I woke up around 7am, already intent on the fact that I did not want to, nor was going to, go to work. So I messaged my excuse and that was that. I preceeded to sleep in until 12, made some honey on toast and crashed back into bed to watch tv series on my laptop. I continued to pick at food I didn't actually want, smoke ciggarette I didn't actually need and watch pointless tv to pass the time - and that was my day. I got a message from my boss saying he has hired someone new aka I'd become redundant, I got a message from my other boss saying he'd see me at work tomorrow - and having already lost one job, I didn't know how I was going to go about quitting the other - as it's just not working out.

So, I've almost made a full circle, and it seems I'm back to the beginning. No job, back into old habits, and 2 weeks for something amazing to pop up, or my parents are making me move back home. And I really don't want to leave Sydney!!

While on Seek tonight, trying to apply for any which job I came across, I found my ideal job at a magazine megastore opening on King St in Newtown. I want this job soooo bad. And so I really hope I get it. Check out the website, I swear, it's my heaven. Anything that can combine magazines and stationary, only my two fave things, has to be good. www.magnation.com/index.php

So that's where I am. I sat on the balcony for ages this afternoon, blowing through the last of my ciggarettes and thinking to myself, when, if ever, does life become easy? I don't mean to say I have it hard over other people, because I completely understand I don't. You only need to turn on a television or open a newspaper to realise that, but on a comparative scale, not comparing, how can you enjoy life when you are constantly stressed, lost, confused, and have no idea where you are - let alone where you want to be? I want so much for everything to work out, and yet I don't know how I can manage that.

When it rains, it pours..

Pork and Beans

Updates updates..

well I'm employed! Got a job at a sales & marketing company in surry hills - so pretty chuffed. neverending job hunting, well, 4 weeks worth, finally paid off.

I've picked up Tae Bo again and am feeling great, even if my muscles don't really like me the next day... I am seriously counting the days down to summer! And beach time! And me and bon's TTT pact. Well, soon to be pact lol.

I'm loving Glee, sadly enough downloaded the soundtrack this afternoon.
Also did grocery shopping, and worked. Spent alot of time at bus stops, Sydney buses drive me mad, though thank goodness for the old man next to me at central who decided he wanted to make farting noises with his mouth for full 25 min we stood there. While occasionally having a break to comment on the weather. Fantastic, really.

So this week I have training for work Tues-Wed, Metronomy (WOO!) and have a friend from back home coming up to stay so good week ahead I think :-)

Thats bout it :-)

Uninteresting Event Updates: September Edition

I felt like updating and now I don't, but ohwell, it's been a while.

So, I got a weekend job at a little cafe in Enmore, and I'm really liking it.
I pretty much get to drink free coffee all day, listen to good music and (for the most part) serve cool people, so can't really complain. Oh wait, yes I can. Because it's me. And because it takes an hour and 3 buses just to get there at 10am Sat-Sun morning. Trivial, but ANOYING none-the-less, especially cos public transport in Syd is a joke. Not always, but nearly.

I gave uni the heave-ho, until next year atleast, to sort out myself and my priorities so see how that goes over the next couple of months.

I am so over job seeking it's not funny. I literally want to scream. If I ever look at a gumtree page again it will be too soon. Literally, because I'm just logging in now. Boooo.

So Coaster was a complete and utter failure. We got refused entry and abused and threatened physical abuse by a security guard on a power trip, who was "having a bad day", and caused us to have the worst weekend ever. Ended up getting in after 3 hours of trying but we had been crying heaps and lost Axel (who later we found in the hospital) so we left after an hour. A very successful hour of eating a hotdog which later made me sick, AND drumroll please.... loosing YET ANOTHER phone. Devo.

Me and Bon went to see Jamie T on Thursday and it was AMAZING. Such a fun show, sang along to every song and danced and left with no hearing, thanks to Bon.
Ended up at Phoenix Bar afterwards after meeting up with a friend of Bon's which was interesting, being a lesbian night. I danced the night away and had such a great time, it was so cool to not have guys complicating my night for once! Or me complicating my night because of a guy.

So today I am beaching it with Bon which will be good. Back to the job hunting and resume dropping next week, fingers crossed something pops up because I have one week left to find a job to support myself or I have to move back home to Bathurst :( It's fair enough though, my parents have been supporting me here all year, can't expect them to continue paying all that money while I'm getting no-where.

Soooo theres my uninteresting event updates. More soon.
:)

WARP

Ok so, been a little while so figured it was time for some updates, more so for myself to keep track of where I'm going - a big problem of mine as of late.

So alot has been going down in Syd as of late, and at the same time, not alot.
Uni isnt really going all that well, and so im facing failing, again. 2 semesters in a row, doesnt look so good huh. but im sorting it out, getting a doctors cert for my lack of attendance, and making yet another appointment with my student advisor. sadly, i dont think uni is for me. well scarily, really. why? because i have no idea what i wanna do, or be for that matter, i guess uni was sort of an excuse to put off thinking about it. going back to school after a year however, and with no real goal to reach or achieve at the end makes for a complete lack of motivation to succeed. i guess i should just want to succeed for the fact of succeeding, but its really not that easy.

anyway, other than that little mess, the new place, not so new anymore, is going great guns. the cat doesnt even bother me anymore. well, not as much.

friends are good, the guys in my life however, confusing as ever. one decides he wants me when i dont want him anymore, the other decided me wanted me, even though he still had a gf. decided not to tell me this, so needless to say the last few weeks havent been too pleasent with the gf constantly contacting me, and him saying they werent together anymore, and me finding out hes a liar. i dont understand how i manage to get all the bad ones. are there no decent guys in sydney? if there are, ive yet to meet any.

got coaster festival coming up in 2 weeks which i cant wait for, then jamie t the week after, and hoping to get tix to stereosonic. LOVING the bloody beetroots.

anyway i guess thats really it from me, more updates as they come.

Ch-ch-changes

So, I'm sitting in my room, listening to the wind howling outside, and feeling likes it's time to document my time in Sydney so far, which, has been really great.

Starting backwards, Last night me and Bon got on the goon, in preparation for... Dr Phil. Yes, we went and saw Dr Phil live, in the flesh, in all his yankee glory, and he was amazing.
I have never been one for talk shows. Since moving here I swear Dr Phil and Oprah have become staples. And we even bought t-shirts saying "Dr Phil". I really want to wear it to uni one day.

I've been seeing alot of this new guy lately, and he's sort of been a staple at my house, after numerous sleepovers, and I can't seem to form any emotional ties to him. He's fantastic. Really nice, funny, approachable, and chatty. I mean, what more could you ask for? And yet his fatal flaw, is that he is chatty. I feel everything is so one sided. Sure, I am getting to know him great because he never shuts up. And he is really intelligent and insightful and has something to say about everything, but I'm beginning to see what my housemate already has - that he's a little too full of himself. Because he isn't really giving me any chance to share myself, I can't make myself be more interested. When I'm out with his friends though, or I'm drinking away from home, its completely different. They are all so great, and you can just tell he fits in so well there. Maybe it's having him in my comfort zone, so quickly and so often, that's putting me off a bit. This always seems to happen to me, I know how to pick them, I just don't know where to go from here. Is it worth trying a little longer? I don't know. Something is just a little off, and I don't like that he assumes I'm "so into him" already. That just isn't how it is.

Anyway after that little rant. Had my xmas in july housewarming, which was great. Got trashed and ended up at sneakers, and then ended up coming very close to throwing up out the front of maccas. They don't open the toilets till 6am, how stupid is that.

Uni is going heaps better, everything has worked out, and I feel so much more positive about the direction in which I'm heading.

I'm loving Sydney, loving my new found independance having my own place, and loving the place itself. Life really, is not too shabby at all.

So, thats where I'm currently at. Me Bon Axel and Simon are going to some Drum & Bass thing tomorrow at Manning Bar, which should be intersting. Not my thing, in the slightest, but I'm open to something new.

A journey into mysteries of the sea..

The Bermuda Triangle is some freaky shit.

I've been on http://www.bermuda-triangle.org/ and am completely engrossed. If you have some free time, and an open mind, take a took. Interesting to say the least. I've become "a believer" ha.

FML.

I've been wondering around in the same nightie for 2 days straight now. Oh, I've showered, but back on it went. It's heidously oversized, see-through, which is a problem in itself, and used to be white, but mum managed to turn it to pale pink. Despite this, it feels so nice on, I love it. Seriously, if you don't own a moo moo, which in essence my beautiful nightie is, you need one.

I've also not ventured off the couch for 2 days, except for a tiny bit of houework, not only as I'm on holidays, and I can, but because I'm tired. And I was out the other nioght and fell over and sprained my ankle. Not seriously, I can hobble around, but it's soreeee. And of course, I manage to keep jarring it around no matter how still I try to keep it.

Anyway that's the newest from me.
Although, I went out the other night and managed to disgrace myself in several ways,
I went and bought ciggies from a friend of my mums, and kept yelling at him not to tell mum, because she doesnt know i smoke. I managed to kiss my little brothers best friend, who is nearly 3 years younger. My brother saw me. Kissed one of my best friends who just broke up with his gf, not the first time. the last time was when he was still with said gf. Showed all my guy friends my thighs and yelled about how much bigger they used to be, because I was proud I'd lost a bit of weight off them. And lastly, after a hedious fall on the dancefloor, left with a guy that I think might have been gay. Well, He wasn't sure if he liked girls better than guys. And the last person he'd been with was a guy. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Anyway in conclusion, alcohol makes messes. Amazing how much different people can be after a few.

Christmas in July

So, first post for July, wowee.

Still in Bathurst, not moving into the new place till the weekend now, as I am completely and utterly unorganised and yet to accumulate any furniture to take down with me.

I was talking at my new flatmate about having a "house warming" of sorts, and then thought it could be fun to have a 'Christmas in July' theme. I have this awesome costume from a christmas party a couple of years ago I could recycle, and I mean who doesn't love dress up parties :)

Anyway that's really it, I think. Oh some goss, I found out the guy I was 'seeing' for the past 3 months was 'seeing' someone else at the same time. Aren't I a lucky girl. I wonder if he'd have told me if I hadn't seen him out with her. On the other hand, I moved on fairly quickly and have found someone I think may actually be interested. I swear, how hard is it to make up your mind?

That's it for today, off to watch some more Supernatch.

Streetlights, glowing..

SO officially off campus as on Sunday, and all my stuff's at the new place - so all thats left to do is furnish. Heading into town with Liss tomorrow to have a look around, need a new bed. And looking for some cool bits and pieces to throw around here and there.
Oh, check out THIS site, really cool. I want one. Or two.

So, that's really all thats occupying me at the moment. The start of everything, about to start. I'm on holidays for 3 weeks. Bonnie won tickets to see Dr. Phil at Acer Arena which is ridiculus. So I'm accompanying her. I've never really watched the show so, should be interesting.

I've been utterly disturbingly addicted to Grey's Anatomy lately, just finishing Season 5.
God that show is depressing, I woke up looking like someone had punched me in the face, my eyes were so puffy. From crying, I mean.

Pitter-pat.

Fear is falling away

So, as an other week closes, so too, does a chapter come to an end.
Well, almost.

I've finalised moving off campus, finalised my new living arrangements, but am yet to finalise my plans for next semester, or rather, my eligability to continue studying next semester.
I won't lie, I'm a little scared. I don't know why, I just don't really want to explain myself or my behaviour the past couple of months to justify why I'm looking for consideration - or trying to get out of summer school. Meh, a few extra months of school, somehow I don't think it will kill me.

So I've been having the weirdest most vivid dreams lately, really spastic and scary lol I'm not going to go into them but I'm pretty sure this room is turning me loopy. Whoever said you can live out of one room is mental! I can't wait to finally have my own place, my own kitchen! A window with a view. Living space. Sigh.

All there is to do now is wait. Pack, and wait. And see what this change will bring for me. I'm ready.

You and me in the photobooth.

I was thinking about my life, as somewhat like a photobooth. People come and go, some good memories are made, and are gone. Alot of the time, there isn't much evidence to show, unless someone leaves a film strip behind. As for the memories, times passes, things change, and what was once cherished is slowly replaced by new realities. I guess people get old, photos get older, and things can't stay picture perfect.

I'm back in Sydney, and eager to leave my shoebox. I'm relocating to Randwick in the next couple of weeks, and I'm sure there will be more to say in that time. I'm really excited to have my own place. No so excited to be moving into a cat's territory. I mean, my to-be flatmate has a cat. They scare me. Lol.

Anyway. Exam is on Tuesday, eek. Then I am done, half a year gone. A film strip left behind on the wall of my photobooth. I might just have to get rid of this one memory, looking for a clean slate and a fresh start. By the sea.

Is there anybody out there?

Today I was walking through the park alone, powering on, to walk to the other side of town. I was really deep in thought until I noticed birds chattering closeby. I looked up, slowed down, and realised how beautiful the park looked. In the transition of green fading and brown replacing, it was chilly, I could hear the fountain trickling, it smelt fresh and clean and I realised that if I hadn't stopped and taken notice, I'd have missed out.

That's how I feel about my life at the moment. I was wasting my time, not stopping to 'smell the roses' and I realised 3 months had gone by like the blink of an eye, and I'd wasted them. So I came back home, and now I'm stumped. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I didn't know what to do in the first place, and my lack of direction has caused me to fail my first semester of uni, amoung other things.

So, it's re-assessment time. Be nice if someone could just tell me what to do, or convincingly, that everything will be ok. Time will tell!

I don't want to play with you. Ever, ever, ever.

I'm sitting at the computer, in the dark, watching, or attempting to watch, The Shining. Through the little gap between my fingers.

F is for failure.

RE: title of the blog. F is for failure.
F is also for Funny. Food. Fiasco. Fly. Figure skater. Floosy. Fork. Finger nail. Foto. Who am I kidding. It's also for F#$K. As in ____. I have failed my first semester of uni.

I have way too much shit and clutter in my room which I am sure has clouded my mind and ability to function properly, greatly influencing the fact that I am failing.
I never make my bed, and so feel compelled to fall into periodically through the day for a nap or just to lay back under the covers and watch more useless television series and movies I've downloaded off Aliance. I know for a fact this is a contributing factor as to why I am failing.
I am completely disorganised, despite having a calender on my phone and to-do lists of up to 10 items sitting on the home screen, silently reminding me that I, obviously, have things to do. Sometimes I even program alerts which I quickly shut off for fear of all that I have to do slowly creeping up on me.

I have three diaries. Yes, 3. All of them have the same things in there, assessment dates, times of lectures and tutorials, work to be done, lists to be crossed off, and it just doesn't help. Sure I can categorize my time in theory, just not so much in practice. Another reason I'm failing.
So, I am a list maker. This is my demise. No one can make a list better than me. I have a knack for it. I had a list on my wall up until a couple of weeks ago. It stared at me for months, as it continued to grow, omniously, until the ratio of ticks to empty boxes threw me over the edge and I realised lists are pointless unless it's possible to actually to do them. I couldn't. Fail.

I am the biggest procrastinator. This needs no explaination and as such is a fail.
A [P+] doesn't matter when it's 12 days late, at 2% a day. Fail.
Excuses don't work. Ever. I make excuses; I am an excuse maker. If I don't have something legit to lean on, I will make something up, despite the fact that I can't substanciate it. F.
I am unnervingly accepting of my predicament. I have ceased to care. Which is very worrying, and cheif amoung the many reasons why I am failing.

So really this blog is to account for the fact that I stand for F. I'm not really sure what to do with this realisation as yet. I have meetings to attend to talk about my 'options', people to bullshit, bullshit to bullshit, myself to bullshit because as much as I can blame my problems on everything else, the fact is, the reason I am a failure is me.

F is also for future. I'm not sure what to expect. F is also for fool. That I am.

Tweet tweet.

I have never had the urge to write the minute to minute goings on of my life, until I found twitter.

I don’t know what the fascination is with writing about what you’re doing. Maybe it’s that you have an audience; that someone out there thinks what you are doing is interesting enough to follow. Maybe it’s just that you now have the excuse to excessively write about yourself and it’s okay cos everybody’s doing it.

Either way, enjoying it.

Realisations realised a little too late

realisation
noun
1. coming to understand something clearly and distinctly
2. making real or giving the appearance of reality
3. something that is made real or concrete


* Thanks, dictionary.com


Sometimes realisation is a great thing. When something hits you, BAM, and suddenly the pieces come together; something makes sense to you. I swear there is even a facial expression that goes hand in hand, the “Ohhh” or a nod, or in my case normally a furrowed brow, followed by a laugh, because I normally miss the point on many occasions.

Then there is another type of realisation. This realisation dawns quickly, the same as above, but doesn’t have that same “oh, silly me” feeling accompanying it. “Oh silly me, they said this but meant that” sort of feeling.I remember in Year 12, in Extension English we had to do a 10 minute presentation on a text of our choosing. I did Othello. So I always tried to work really hard in that class. My teacher didn’t like me very much and never thought I could live up to my “potential”. So I slaved away at this presentation for weeks, and finally came to day to lay it all out. Unfortunetly for me, as I started reading, a horrible feeling dawned over me. The feeling of realisation. That I had completely missed the point of the question I was meant to be answering. Sure, I had a great speech, with some great points, good use of technical language, and a thorough knowlege of the text, but somehow I had missed the big picture, become too involved in what I was trying to do and failed to do what I was meant to. I remember pausing, and sighing, and thinking “It’s probably not worth going on”, about 3 minutes into the speech.

3 minutes isn’t a very long time, it’s not the quick and witty SNAP of realisation, when someone is watching you to ‘get’ something that may have been said, this one was a little more internal, felt in the pit of my stomach.Yesterday I had a similar realisation, that although I had felt it in my stomach for a while, it finally hit home today.It took me nearly 3 months for the realisation to hit that I have completely screwed my first semester of uni.

So I took a year off last year, after having completed the HSC, to work. That meant, for me, doing noththing more than bagging groceries for a year, and letting my mind wander around in the process. Lassoing it back in, and trying to train it back into study mode has been near impossible. I have a short attention span, I’m a procrastinator, I’m lazy, and I have a million reasons why something can’t work, instead of finding a way to make it work. I’d missed more than half my lectures and tutorials due to being sick, for the majority of my subjects, and was feeling apathetic to say the least towards my degree. I was so far behind, I was finding it impossible to catch up whilst simultaneously trying to keep up.

But today, while completing a media proposal that was actually due 10 days ago (and I found this out, 10 days ago) I had a really great realisation. I realised I actually liked what I was doing. I caught up on a few more lectures I needed for the proposal, and as I summarised my notes, I realised I knew what I was talking about. Suddenly, I felt a bit better. Suddenly, I realised that this is the way it could have been, from day one, point A.

Realisations realised, too little too late.

Thanks Kevin.

So, I'm sitting at my computer, with my vodka and orange juice and days worth of shopping bags, proudly surrounding me. No thanks to Kevin Rudd. As from today, electronically the stimulus packages (in my case $950) were beginning to filter into people's accounts, in the hope of "boosting the economy" - financial crisis and all. I'm happy to say I've done some of my part for the economy, having had a very nice afternoon out spending my (yet to be received) bonus.

I'm also rather chuffed as it's the first time in ages that I haven't felt guilty after a shopping spree. Maybe it's because I think I'm spending someone elses money. I guess in a way I am. Money I'd not otherwise have and what not.

Downside? I still haven't completed my assessment that was due yesterday (I've already said bye bye to 2 marks). I have a 500 word paper for Athropology&Sociology due Thursday, as well as a 1000 word close reading assessment for English on, my favourite, poetry. Fantastic .
Maybe I'll work better after having had a few drinks. At the moment I couldn't bear to start opening books and writing. Can you ever be in the right mood to do something you don't want to do? I guess not.

I also figure I better catch up on my 4 weeks worth of blogging for Media. I swear univerisity hasn't really taken off the way I thought it would. I am so far behind. I've missed the greater majority of my lectures and tutorials due to being sick, and do not have enough hours in the day let alone the week to catch up let alone continue trying to keep up.

Fighting a loosing battle. I'm sure that's the expression.

Another Friday Night

So, as the title suggests it's just another Friday night. In, that is. I've ditched the straighter, manic outfit finding madness and my mandatory pre-drink bottle of vodka for a few quiet ones and some underbelly at 'home'.

So, Sydney Updates. All is going well! I'm settling in, attempting to keep on top of my uni work and liking having something to do with myself, even if it is perversely difficult. Emma's house mate are having a huge street party, flyers and all, tomorrow night so heading in to Newtown to help her out with getting ready early tomorrow night. I'm a little worried because it may get pretty big, and lots of people are invited, but if all goes to 'plan' it'll be an awesome night for drinking, friends, new people and Bon's bf's Newtown dj'ing debut. Madness to ensue I'm sure!

Anyway I'm not really oin the mood for blogging tonight don't know why I bothered when i don't have much to say but anywho, thats it

sydney, I love you.

So, it's been two weeks since I moved to Sydney and I'm loving it.
I got on college, and it's insane. I think I've drank almost every night for 2 weeks, can't be doing anything good but it's all good fun.
My lectures started yesterday but I didn't go. I know, I'm lazy. But I was acutally sick.
I've caught up already anyhow, and it was good cos I had today off. So went and visited em in newtown, had lunch at sydney uni, met her boyfriend Marty whos fantastic and then went down to coogee to lay on the beach. It was a really top day.
Now I'm attempting to get ready for my "date" with a guy I met at sneakers last friday.
We ended up leaving there are 5am and heading to coogee and watching the sun rise. It was really nice. I'm surprised I followed anything up, and that I'm actually looking forward to this rather than making excuses why I cant meet up. which is what I normally do. So this is something completely new and out of the box for me so hopefully all goes well. I'm having a drink so calm my 'not' nerves so should be okay haha.
So, commencement dinner and to the cross on wednesday, start of session party at uni bar thursday, sneakers friday and the weekend to recover, I swear, sydney is the city that never sleeps.
Loving it.

Quickly, quickly

So as the title suggests, this is going to be a quick post as I have a little under 15 minutes to brush my teeth, get my stuff together and walk down to work.

So I got on campus. It's good to have somewhere to live but I'm not so happy about the arragements. And the fact that I'm not considered independant for another 3 months, despite earning over $25,000 in the required period. Centrelink do not make it easy. So, I need to work out a payment plan with my college as I'll be getting about $60 a week/fortnight as a depedendant. Considering my rent is $350, they needent bother, it hardly makes a dent. So, woeful money issues are weighing my 2 day countown till I move to Sydney.

Em moves tomorrow. Not to sure what craziness the weekend holds, with us all finally being down, but we'll see.

Ok, so I really am late now so that's all.

Meet and Greet with an Arctic Monkey

So last weekend was one looong weekend.

Thursday me and Bon drove back to Sydney after breaky at Ellies with Em.
Got to Sydney, Bon had her doctors appointment, went to Eastgarden's fgor a spot of shopping, did a drive by of the liquor land and headed home to load up for the Arctic Monkeys after party.
So drank copious amounts of alcohol, got completely trashed then found myself at fringe bar. After some dancing, on my part, that should be outlawed, i found myself outside having a smoke break and chatting to those outside doing the same.

So across the way I spot this spunky looking guy in a leather jaket and decide yesss i am going to talk to you, so i walk up and in my way is this very large tall man. so i start chatting to him innocently enough and ask if hes a bouncer here, because he looks like it, but hes like no. i gently push my way past to get to my destination. delicious man in leather jacket.
so we start chatting, i dont know what about, but i remember being so drunk i could hardly focus on his face, but i heard this lovely english accent so i ask him where hes from and he tells me brazil. i didnt register that it didnt make sense but i continued none-the-less, saying i knew a guy staying in sydney from brazil. he politely asked me the guys name and i was like ivan, and hes like, oh i know him!. i was like OMG are u serious! and thought it was the best thing out. after a laugh, me at 'oh what a small world' and him at me, he says he has to head back inside, so i farewell him and his large friend, who i later find out was a body guard, and there you go, i had a facinationg story to tell people the next night after bdo. the night i met an arctic monkey.

So we get back to bons, im being loud and unmanegable, and end up passing out on bons bed, and axel wakes me up at 7;30, so to the balcony for a smoke, to the kitchen to heat up the reminents of last nights 5am trip to maccas and the day has begun.
Buy bottle of gin. Pour said bottle of gin into hip flask and hide in the very convenient gutsquashers. At BDo by lunch time and its sooo hot! Head to lillyworld to chill for a bit, then to ting tings but WAY ridiculuosly packed so head back to the grass to sit. new produce stage and watch a few bands there, as well as lupe fiasco, ajax, arctic monkeys prodigy, purple sneakers djs, other assortment of djs. good day. despite the fact that i was heniously hungover, and i know bon was a little anoyed at me cos i didnt talk much, and no matter how much i drank, and the fact that we sculled a hip flask of gin, i couldnt reach my high. but prodgiy went off, ive never dnaced so hard it was AMAZING.

headed to purple sneakers for afterparty and ben lucids bday, mostly hung out upstairs, then ventured down to the outside area where i met santa and his little helpers. lol not really, but the guy was named santa. and he was with his friends. talked to this guy matt id met on nye and at sneakers the following night, had a decent chat. jimmy ignored me so i ingored him lol saw him hooking up with a heniously ugly chick, good for you man! haha.

and to wrap it up, i arrived at central station the following day at 3.30pm for my train, and due to trackworks didnt arrive home until 9:45.
needless to say, over 6 hours of waiting, buses and trains, i was VERY happy to get home.

AND that, my friends, was my epic weekend.

D-Day

So, I find out tomorrow if I was successful in my application for on campus accommodation.
If unsuccessful, it's back to the drawing board, I don't really know what I'll do. Scroll through the never ending lists of house sharing I guess. God it's tiring. And my last attempt to find a house mate, well, that didn't turn out so good, and i very nearly locked myself into a situation I would have been very unhappy and uncomfortable in. I suppose I need to get out of my comfort zone sooner or later, but the prospect of living in such close proximity to strangers unnerves me. Particularly after my last encounter.

So BDO is on this friday and wooooowwwwooooowwwww it's gunna be awesomeee!
Bon has a pretty wicked plan for our weekend so I hear, which is good as.
Ahh I can't be bothered to write anymore, I'm not really in the mood, I have to get ready for work and my stomach is screaming 'feed me' so, I guess thasts my cue to leave.

Are we human?

I now own Twilight. I'm not so sure if this is a good thing, considering I've already watched it twice (in a row) tonight. It's not like it's that good of a movie but it gives me a little break from reading the books.

I've been listening to alot of The Dears and loving it.
Not loving, however, being back at work! BUT I guess comforting is the thought that I have about 5 or so weeks left until I can resgin! Yahoo. Oh yeah.

BDO is next weekend YEAHH and the countdown begins. Ready to witness the prodigy already.

Bring on the '09

Wow so it's 2009. Another year has passed and the year I have so keenly anticipated is finally here. To be honest it's a bit of a let down. Nothing in particular has changed, I'm still plodding along through the first days of the year and it's sort of like the first day of school, for the next month. Settling into a rhythm, of how you want to begin your year, organising a hell of a lot for university, pondering my resignation from a place I've been at for 3 years, trying to figure out just where the hell I'm living considering I need to have a place by the end of next month and the fact that I haven't saved a cent for about 4 months, it's a bit unnerving. No one said it would be easy, I just assumed I'd have all the time in the world to figure it out and sadly I don't.
So there's my winge for the beginning of 2009.

On the other hand, I've been constantly drunk the whole year (every..hmm...3 days of it lol) I've been shopping, to the beach, wached movies, had quality gal pal bonding time, helped to organise and hold a house party, been out on the town, twice, and tomorrow night am seeing The Kooks. That doesn't sound so bad at all does it.
So just how was my New Years? It was good. No big bang to welcome the new year and maybe my expectations we're a little high, but I had fun nonetheless.

Then I thought a bit about new years resolutions. Obviously I'm a bit late, but I've never been one to run with convention, so I'm making them now (better late than never right?)
I like simplicity so I'm keeping it simple:
1. Find a job
2. Keep said job.
3. Intergate successfully into uni
4. Put in needed effort for my course and NOT SLACK OFF oh I am a slacker
5. Nothing will stop my overseas trip in July. NOTHING. Put it off once, won't again.
6. Even if things don't work out, do what I need to do to be happy.

I can't think of anything worse than being unhappy in a situation you totally have control of, let alone one you don't. It's easy, remove yourself from that environment. Only you can ensure your own happiness, SO even if uni isn't for me, I'll do what I can to find an alternative I'm happy with. This is my biggest worry yet, that uni isn't for me but I haven't realised it yet.

Anyway first blog of the new year. And there'll be many more I'm sure.