done! holy mother of god

for my 2 credit drawing class, our first assignment was to make 300 drawings. i really did not expect to spend hours and hours slaving over an intro class like that, but i am so happy to be done. too bad 99% of my drawings are shitful since i can't draw for anything. school is kicking my ass.

i'm back, oh yes i am

yesterday i projectile vomited in the subway station after a massive monday night bender that ended after 4. i think. i slept until 1 and then made my way to the first day of class. it feels nice being a irresponsible-ish student again.

too cool. for school.

i'm excited to say that one of my teachers was my favorite contestant on top design. i was shocked to see him sitting at the desk, and i love him even more now. he said my necklace was hot and fierce. ::glows::

things have changed

albeit temporarily. i forgot to tip on three separate occasions last night, and i keep looking the wrong way to cross the street. also, talking about the aussie politeness? the service waitress at the bar gave me my change back wrong and a bill fell into a deep, nearly empty garbage. i looked to see if it was a $1, but it was a $10 so i couldn't leave it. she didn't apologize once, nor attempt to help me as i lit the garbage up with my cell phone to try and retrieve it. bitch.

i've had a change of heart

for the first time in memory, i will make a new year's resolution, and that is to learn how to throw shit out without feeling guilty. i have so much crap in my tiny apartment, it simply doesn't compute, my having to eventually move into a smaller space. i have a ridiculous amount of clothes and shoes, busting out of two full closets and spilling all under my bed (the shoes).

on the up side, traveling with a limited wardrobe has made me realize what a lovely, fantastic collection of clothes i have! and i have two sweet pairs of boots to break in.

oh, and i'm so glad the cockroaches were here to greet me! they usually die off when it's this cold, no?

the great pavlova hunt

ended in failure! who would have thought it would be so damn hard to find. i poked my head into countless bakeries, and dan had a try at making one at home which... didn't work.



just, not to be.

american accents are so ugly

don't you think? i'm always struck by that after a trip abroad, returning to an american airport. i'm pretty sure i've had my last bit of aussie manners as two gentlemen offered to help me with my carryon bag, which was definitely pushing the 7kg limit. i'll miss it!

parsons, i'm not impressed - not at all

3 weeks of fucking around, trying to puzzle out why my tuition deposit wasn't received. my mother mucked around for hours on the phone with them, trying to get to the bottom of it. all along i was told the check hadn't been received. she had proof that it had. then they come around and say it's the acceptance form that hasn't been received. both were sent together. fine. this is all on top of the halfwit at the admissions office who told me the wrong semester start date, which resulted in me scrambling to change my return flight and leaving me with a fucked schedule and less $80. and then the 2nd person who neglected to tell me about the orientation week, which i missed completely. i struggle to register online by myself (students are supposed to register during orientation!), on the morning that i leave australia. i was up until after 2 with the kind of rude, not so helpful advisor, and i woke up at 7 to take care of the registration. it takes so long, i leave the house for the airport 10ish minutes late.

what ends up happening is, i arrive at the airport at 8:55 and my flight is at 9:30. i run around for a few minutes, trying to figure out where to go. i get on domestic to international connections where there are 2 counters open and both are taking FOREVER. there is one family checking in about 10 pieces of luggage. after a few minutes, i proactively ask the qantas woman wandering around if i can still check in my flight's at blabla. since she hadn't bothered to ask anyone what time their flight was. another guy pipes up and says he's also leaving at 9:30. the woman goes and arranges it, since luggage apparently closed at 9, with one of the agents. she had said i could get on the 9:30 and my baggage could follow on the 10. fine. the guy decides to cut ahead of me, AH CHIVALRY! and i am left waiting and stewing. looks like it's all systems go for that lovely guy, i see the woman on the phone and saying thanks so much. i go to the other woman who says i can't make the 9:30, i can take the 10 and still make the connection to lax but will have to go to the sales desk to get a new ticket issued. what choice do i have but to follow her instructions. the ticketing guy says nope, i can't make the connection with the 10 o'clock and would i like to book for another day. i was thisclose to bursting in tears, after all my airport fun earlier in the week. he must have taken stock of the look on my face and went about seeing if i could get on the melb-lax direct, which i could for $100. what is $100 when i've already thrown $500 away. 2008, i'm not impressed - not at all.

royally screwed up the ass

i threw $500 away today. what was supposed to be my tropical vacation ended in my spending 11 hours in transit and losing a lot of money i don't really have. i found out after leg 1 of my trip that the connecting flight was cancelled due to the weather. i saw the forecast and knew it looked rather shit all week, but i never thought the flight would be cancelled. i had the option of flying to 2 rather undesireable locations, or to stay in brisbane, or to come back to melbourne. the weather in qld is shit everywhere this week and i don't like brisbane, so here i am in melbourne again after a pointless, retarded trip to brisbane. fuck-ing hell.

a brief return to form

these girls thought this was appropriate attire for new years.





according to pervalot, there were 2 chicks sitting on a bench in the garden completely naked besides for their boots. however, i did not see that spectacle.

my gym crush just died a very sudden death

yes, the boy i've been lusting after for 4-5 months now. it's done. i saw him at the checkout desk and he was wearing these HORRENDOUS brown clog things. i saw his feet and legs first as i came down the stairs, not knowing who it was but thinking ew, what awful shoes. and so imagine my dismay when i saw his beautiful face attached to said shoes. sigh. wasn't meant to be, anyway.

i'm missing EVERYONE

lcd soundsystem
arcade fire
the rapture
sonic youth
spoon