and this is what I think:

Or at least, my blog. It says so, on the hit counter madoozy.

And I’ve updated my profile photo, as you may realise if you’ve ever been here more than once. I figured that seeing as I spend most of my life in a state of intoxication, my photo should represent that. I had a better one of me with the box of a goonbag on my head, but it was really blurry, and it wouldn’t co-operate and flip around…so I’ll save that one for a later date. I just realised that my new picture makes me look about 40 though. I’m not. I’m 21.

Anyway, I have a few guilty pleasures in life. Shopping is of course one of them. Secretly loving hip hop (but not gansta rap. Let’s make sure we know the difference, okay kids?). Or not so secretly, as it may seem. Fashion magazines, a la Vogue/Madison/Marie Claire, are the third. Very ridiculously overpriced lip gloss.

And STM.

Yes, the Sunday Times Magazine. Not all of it, but some. It makes good Sunday morning reading, if you happen to be awake on a Sunday morning (which, despite a heavy night the night before, I always am), and it has pretty clothes and makeup and accessories and gossip columns and food and what not. And it’s about Perth, and if I like something in it, I can actually go buy it (provided I have the money). Anyway, there is a point to this. One of my old lecturers from last year is in this weekend’s edition – “The eye generation”, pp.12-15. He’s in the bottom right hand corner, holding a mobile – Tama Leaver. Woot, I’ve been taught by a semi-Perthonality. All jokes aside, though, he’s actually a really great educator, easily in the top two or three I’ve had at university.

Moving right along. I’m in for the biggest week of stress, this week – I’ve got a barely-started essay of 3000-odd words due on Tuesday afternoon, and by Friday I need to have the skeleton of my thesis introduction ready (and I’ve barely had a second to dedicate to doing that, over the past few weeks). I’m aiming to have about 2000 words of it done by Friday – it’s not the be-all and end-all, but it’d be nice to present something sufficient, rather than a few very vague dot points. I’m very much looking forward to it all being done, come Friday afternoon. I might even have to sit around and do nothing to celebrate. So technically, I shouldn’t be updating much before then – I plan to be at uni most of the time. But we all know I will, because I’m addicted to the Internet. At least I’m not ashamed to admit it, I suppose.

I woke up with a numb toe this morning. The numbness seems to be progressively taking over my foot. It’s getting worse, and I can’t explain it. I’ve already got a black nail on my other foot from wearing ridiculously high heels a couple of months back, and causing serious foot damage. I don’t need two retarded feet, sacrificed in the name of fashion.

I did buy the hottest shoes EVER the other day, however. They’re awesome. So high, yet so comfy. I’m in love

Yesterday was a very el-bizarro day, and I’m not really 100% on exactly what went down. I went to the races – but barely remember being there (though I did bet $3 on a horse called Shirazamataz, or something. Trust me to pick the horse with alcohol in its name. I didn’t even think about that until just then). Then we may have trashed a friend’s office, but he shouldn’t be so irresponsible as to let drunk people into his workplace (Go on, have a bitch if you’re reading. I guarantee that nothing that was trashed, was my fault. I’m most respectful of offices, because I love stationery). Then we got dinner – I remember eating steamed vegies, but not very much of the fish & chips I shared with someone else. Then the night is some big random semi-blur. I remember seeing a big pink drag queen (the pride parade was on in NB last night), and going to Paramount and it being empty, and somehow ending up at the Deen, and doing whatever the hell I did in there for a couple of hours, then going back to Para and doing some stupid dancing.

My lowlights of the evening?

When I didn’t get into the Moon & Six because I was allegedly “too drunk” (I was drunk, but far from too drunk), and then being told by one of the people we were with that I had had the ugly girl rule exercised on me (and like, I know I’m not perfect, but FUCK OFF). They eventually did let me in, but I had to sit at the table closest to the exit, and I wasn’t allowed to get up to go anywhere, except to leave. Grr.

When I got spewed on by some random chick in Paramount, and had to stand in the bathroom – in a dress – with my foot in the basin to wash off said spew, because the girl working the bar wouldn’t give me a glass of water to wash off my foot. Don’t be so fucking cheap, you stupid scungy club. People who have been thrown up on should be allowed free foot washing water.

Other than that, my weekend was pretty mediocre. Nothing great, nothing shit, just normal. That’s fine by me.

Holidays in 5 sleeps time

Everything is sooooo off kilter this morning. My stomach hurts and my eyes hurt…but my head is okay, so long as I don’t move too quickly in any one direction. I’m craving a hot chicken roll very badly which, for a vegetarian, is weird in itself. I have to leave for work in about 15 minutes, and when I get there (in about an hour, because I live at one woop-woop end of Perth and work at the other), I’m going to be there for six fucken hours on my own, and I might try to suicide in the sushi machine or something. Or I’ll just hate on customers all afternoon. And I appear to have shrunk: my workshort is excessively too large. I’ve had to check a few times to see that I’m wearing the right thing, because it just doesn’t feel right. And I know my workpants are around here somewhere but it’s so far beyond my ability right now to even think about looking for them, that I’m just going in jeans, and will probably get in trouble. I love my jeans.

I think I’m actually just craving the bread and mayonnaise in a hot chicken roll. I might go enquire as to whether they’ll make one for me at Chicken Treat. Yeh. Best idea ever.

Erin + cocktails + credit card = bad mistake.

The chilli cocktail tasted like one of those chilli Tim Tams that they brought out earlier this year. It wasn’t that good. BUT good news is, we chose the best night to be at Box: the Face of Perth competition was on, so we got free drinks on entry, and hors d’ouvres (spelling..?), and a private function room, and oyster shots, and we weren’t even part of the celebrations! And a friend-of-a-friend happened to be in the comp, and came runner up. Go Ali!

Mrrmr grumble, sushi bars await. If you’re thinking of buying sushi from any major south-of-the-river shopping complexes today, please don’t. I can’t handle your custom.

I’ve spent all day (since I got up at 10:45!!!) doing JACK SHIT. Just fucking around one the computer, very half-arsedly doing uni work, and wasting way too much time on a forum. But at least I a] made some inroads into organising a trip to Rotto and b] changed my Youth Allowance back to “I’m a loser who lives at home with my parents and one day I’ll be an old spinster with 12 cats because I lived with my parents in my early twenties and forgot how to be a good, normal human being that takes care of themselves” status. Best news about that, is that this week I still got full youth allowance. I love extra drinking money.

And now I’m going to go buy some new shoes, and maybe a new top. Yay for spending money on clothes and shoes

Happy birthday to my wonderful friend Carla, who’s 21 today!

[x] This has got to be the craziest shit ever. You need to get about 3 metres away from the picture for the effect to work. It’s spinning me out!

[x] BoingBoing, my new favourite website of the week. I really love random, unnecessary shit.

[x] My dad is such a dude. He bought the latest Franz Ferdinand and Killers albums over the weekend, and I think he deserves a werd up just for being a cool dad (even though I’m not much of a fan of either band). So much better than having a dad that listens to Neil Diamond. We’ll ignore the fact that he bought Il Divo (elnino?) at the same time.

[x] The news of the week that has got (almost) every digital music collector in the country wetting themselves is the release of the Australian iTunes Music Store. I haven’t had a look yet (I’m using my folk’s computer until we get wireless, and they don’t have iTunes, and I can’t really be bothered downloading it), but it will be interesting to see how successful it is. I’m not sure if I’ll be much of a user – I’m not a ’singles’ person, so it really depends how obscure they’re going to get with their music offerings. I prefer to have a whole album and really get a feel for a band. I’ll have a look when my computer is up n running, however.

[x] I’m off to Box Deli tomorrow night for a friend’s birthday, and whilst I don’t have anything particularly exciting to say about it at this stage (though I’m sure some photos may appear somewhere towards the weekend), I thought it deserved a mention for two reasons: 1, the fucking super dooper website it offers to punters – really detailed, fantastic menu lists (including cocktails!). 2, the most majestic bar toilets I’ve come across in a LONG time, if for not other reason than the walls between cubicles are made of frosted glass…yet you can’t see your fellow pee-ers. I love awesome bathrooms. I’ll be sure to take some photos

And on that note…I’m going to be drinking one of these tomorrow night, for sure!

any second now
chilli infused skyy vodka, dark crème de cacao, tia maria, pineapple juice

How good does that sound?? And maybe one of these:

jose’s passionate revenge
tequila, apple schnapps, ginger beer, pineapple, fresh lime, sugar syrup, passionfruit pulp

Yum! But probably not one of these:

orange mocha jaeger-frappe’-chino
cointreau, crème de cacao, jagermeister, shot of espresso, sugar syrup

Jager makes me :~(

I’ve been feeling HUGELY uninspired by music for about the past 18 months (with a few notable exceptions that have really grabbed me – Pendulum, The Black Keys and Kanye West are the only artists that spring to mind that have managed to get me – and keep me – going). Rock music in particular has really let me down – I’ve been to a lot of fantastic dance gigs, but very few rock shows that’ve thrilled me. So on that note, in keeping with the dance theme, I feel that everyone needs to know about this album:

Goldfrapp’s latest release, Supernature, was an album that I didn’t even think about listening to for a month after I got it. I’d heard quite a few of the tracks on Triple J when they featured it a couple of months back, and thought the tracks sounded pretty good, but that was about it. Forgot that I had it, carried on listening to whatever else I could find.

Until Sunday. Enter extreme study mode, stress, and the need to chill the fuck out. The perfect soundtrack? Goldfrapp. The opening two tracks to this album – “Ooh La La” and “Lovely 2 C U” – are quite possibly the sexiest 7 minutes of music that you’ll ever hear in your entire life. The following track, “Ride a White Horse” (a reference to smoking heroin?), is just the kind of song that evokes images of sleazy-yet-cool smoke filled bars in the mind of the listener. The rest of the album takes you on a journey from chilled out house to lets-go-fuck-shit-up-and-have-a-dance electronia, and everywhere in between. It’s great – really great.

I used to possess a (somewhat unfounded) distrust of bands who took on the name of a member as the band name. But when I think about it – John Butler Trio, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, White Stripes, Ben Folds Five – perhaps these bands adopted their frontman’s name as their own for a reason: because they’re all really f-ing great songwriters. Alison Goldfrapp is no exception.

Now go buy the fucken album, hey?

knowing that your essay is almost finished. Almost. And it was only due -20 hours ago (meaning I haveta get it handed in some time in the next 4 hours to avoid more penalties – but I’m only up to 2% so far, which I should make up in the fact that it won’t be a rushed piece of shit essay, but a thought out and well edited one).

It’s okay. Not my best effort ever (I hate handing things in late :S), but certainly not my worst. Infact, I handed in my worst effort ever earlier this semester, to the same tutor but for a different unit, and got 75%. Doesn’t really provide a huge incentive to try, when your marker is the Queen of Ease. I think I should get sympathy marks for battling Ulysses, personally. I wonder how many people were stupid enough to bother – especially when there was a plethora of cinematic and print material that wasn’t 900-odd pages of gibberish to choose from.

In other news, I think I’m going to the races on Saturday! Or at least, I’m going to Ascot. I don’t know whether there will actually be horsies – I’m not a racing person. But last time I went it was fun, and every horse I bet on managed to come last, and I got very drunk off cheap champagne ($13 a bottle or something – bargain!). It’ll be like a pre-Perth Cup warmup session, but without the hardcore drinking & summerness of it all. Wooot!

7 days til HOLIDAYS l3kj4234m,fdv9k32.,dmr2.,v cd

Yay

Congratulations to my cousin Kylie and her husband Jamie on the birth of their little girl earlier today!

Zara Jane is a little sister to Myles and Kane.

Congrats, all! About time there was another girl to balance out the boys in this family!

Why is it raining?