i am coming at you, bitches

Warnings Cyclone Melanie may intensify

2008 resolutions

-buy a bike and ride it. by the end of the year i want to be able to ride from the field to c-town and back without dying.

-only drink soft drinks on weekends. water or other good stuff during the week.

-be more glamorous.

-make putting on make up part of my daily routine.

-wear more accessories.

stuff you should know

casey is the hotter of the affleck brothers. see...

 

oh and merry christmas bitches.

lady athletes please bring a plate

today i saw paul capsis on my way into the qvb. if he wasn't on his phone i would've fangirl rushed him about how good he was in head on.


now i'm watching the d-generation dvd. i haven't watched this stuff in years, but it's all coming back. 1986 rob sitch = hot. not to mention added nick buffalo goodness. i was born 20 years too late.

the boy inside can't unwind

dear blog,

i'm sorry if it feels like i'm avoiding you lately. the truth is, i don't really have much to say lately. and the things i do feel like talking about, are best saved for another part of the interwebs.


and work is driving me crazy. they made our best worker leave, so we are fucked. they're finally paying me over time, so i am milking it. i'm there 12 hours each day.


my house is a mess but i'm not home long enough to clean it.


my life is a mess but i'm too tired to care.


i have to go, otherwise i'll be late for starting early.


m

the one where i'm drunk

tonight was my department's christmas party. even though they reminded us to be good and not get pissed and embarrass ourselves, i'm shithoused. we ended up at cargo bar. where i made out with this guy. he was cute. but his friend was a dickhead, and it seemed he cared more about pool than about me, so i left. 


but still it was nice to kiss some one again. i should've made it last longer.


there's always tomorrow. on the advice of my co-worker jimmy james, i'm throwing down some game at one of our clients. he's quick to respond to my emails. and he seems like a polite young gentleman when he calls us on the phone.


my car is currently at the shops. i was too fucked up and caught a taxi home. so my car is still where i left it at 10 past 7 yesterday morning. remind me to catch the E76 tomorrow morning. or this morning. fuck. why is it already 1am. the last drink i had was tequila. and the previously mentioned guy licked salt off my chest. the tequila is making me feel seedy.


why can't i win in love. we'll see how the client boy goes

i like what you say

some shit went down at work yesterday which was not at all good. afterwards, i had some time to kill, so i hung out with the guy who sits next to me and decompressed. we talked about life and things.  the way he described our middle class plight. the pressure to go to uni and make something of yourself so that you don't have to live in the suburbs anymore. it was so intelligent. normally we just talk about girls and hip hop, but this was so much different. it made me realise how much i value him in my life.

then i saw 1408. the juxtaposition between john cusack hotness and it being the scariest fucking film i've ever seen was just about unbearable.

today we are going on a cruise. but the weather is bleak and the sea looks all grey. i hope we have a good time.

breaking formation

saturday was homebake. although it had rained cats and dogs the day before, it was all sticky and humid for the big day, and didn't rain a drop. though that didn't keep the ground from being a quagmire.

my companions for the day were mexie and evs. well they almost weren't after some dramas with an ebay scalper and mexie forgetting her wallet, but we got there in the end.

we ate tasty gozleme, then strawberries and cream for dessert.  we saw the mess hall, then erilii came and found me during josh pyke. we drank beer, and erin showed me her rain cape. we watched muscles' first set, which i was impressed with. well except for the guy with bacne and the nasty girl in front of us dry humping. then we walked over to the main stage for goyte, where we stood next to this woman who was having a huge cry, however efforts to comfort her were dismissed. random.

towards the end of goyte's set, i said goodbye to erin and toddled over to dempsey. and this is where the fun began. there was a relatively small crowd, full of rabid something for kate fans. the worst of which were my friends. as dempsey walked out, these retards started heckling him. calling him gay for wearing a white jacket, and generally just yelling through songs and being dickheads.

we called security over, but they said there was not much they could do. a couple of girls around us were getting upset, and one of the guys behind us started talking to security saying "what can we do, if i hit him you'll throw me out?" which got the dickheads arked up. they came over to where we were talking to security and tried to be heroes "what? we're enjoying the show? we love that song fifth dimension. it's these people who are ruining it by swearing." then i dunno what they said, but they started  having a go at evan. then next thing i know i'm holding mexie back as she tried to start pushing the tards.

 this of course meant that they started pushing back, and got kicked out. the world was again safe and we could enjoy the show in peace. he played lots of rad stuff like captain and say something. and i ended up taking a lot of photos which turned out really well.

afterwards, as paul kelly was playing to her door, pip branson, sfk's touring guitarist and former member of canberra's greatest ever band sidewinder, walked past. he's my boyfriend now. look at the way he's looking at me, such adoration.

and then we left. stupidly we had parked on the other side of druitt street, so it took us forever to get back to the car. once we did, we sat there for a couple of minutes because i couldn't lift my feet to hit the accelerator.

on sunday we slept late. we watched little britain and arrested development before deciding to make tucker death mix. well except we only had regular smirnoff, but that was enough to get us shithoused drunk. so drunk that i almost chucked on the bus this morning.

tomorrow we're going to newtown to get stuff pierced.

mclovin

lets go and see superbad at the moonlight cinema! it's playing friday the 21st. it will be awesome.

annual christmas whinge

far out. three weeks ago mum and i planned to spend christmas day at dee why beach. then my aunty had a spaz because she thought going to the beach for christmas was a stupid idea. even though she wasn't really invited. then my mum decided it was going to rain. so we were just going to stay at home.

 now my uncle [from the otherside of the family and indeed city] has invited nan, mum and i over for christmas day. probably because we have rad presents for his kids.

GODAMMIT i am not going to relatives places for christmas. every year nan has a sook and says she's not doing anything until right at the last minute until someone feels sorry enough for her and invites her over to their place. and then my mum gets roped into taking her because who else is going to.  i'm not playing this year. i tried to no go a couple of years back, i think in my last year of high school, but i got rickrolled into going at the last minute. but this year i am going to stay strong.

i hate this bullshit of giving presents to people you never see and pretending that we have a normal functioning family and that we don't all wish my grandmother wasn't the selfish cause of misery that she is.

heart it races

GODAMMIT! architecture in helsinki and dempsey are playing at the same time at homebake on sunday.

hopefully this means that aih will play heaps of new shit, because i'll be seeing dempsey and then i won't feel bad about missing them

emily snow

on saturday afternoon i walked around and took some photos of the beach. you can view them here. i think these three are my favourites. one. two. three.

on sunday i went christmas shopping with my mum. we bought lots of presents for cousins we never see. then we went to visit my nan.

my mum has recently been diagnosed with type two diabetes. while we were at nan's it was a bit hot she said "oh i'm getting all hot and sweaty. i think my sugar is up. the doctor said i was on the verge of getting diabetus" [yes she pronounced it like that] fucking hell she can't even let mum have a disease to herself.

evs and mel are going to be in town this weekend for homebake. i am very much looking forward to it.

Stuck in a bus factory

There's some wankers protesting on the bridge so i'm stuck on a bus in the city. It's taken us 25 mins to move a block. Fuckers! If i'd known they were choosing today to get sand in their vaginas i would've gone to the pub.