I Been Thinkin' Long And Hard About The Things You Said To Me

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I just had a lovely old time having lunch with my sister friends from the Gold Coast Jacqui and Monique. High Street seems to be a mix of yuppi town, trendy town, parent town and bogan town.
We had lovely food and coffee and chats. Then we roamed a bit but it was toooo cold. So gloomy. On our walks we discovered this rad second hand clothing shop called Dear Gladys and it's probably one of the best vintage clothing stores ice seen. A lot of really gorgeous, quality affordable pieces. And the shop smelled wonderful. We left clothing-smitten.i bought a magazine from magnation in the city and a coffee from degraves and by George was the city gloomy! It was wet and grey and the people were scrambled and it was a totally enjoyable experience. Then I went and hung out with young Josh for a little while this evening and now I'm home having a cheeky sit while trying to gather up momentum to tidy the apartment for sophie and ash to stay with us tomorrow!

I have a cheeky doctors appointment for my wrist very early tomorrow morning and then work for the rest of the day! Tomorrow night I think we're going to see a film thing at No Vacancy gallery in the city with the girls. I love Melbourne and I love life.

The other day, Catchmate and I were talking about how bummy it is that I had to sell my splendour ticket, and that I should go and see a side show to make up for it and I decided that I'd go and see Band Of Horses when they were in town. I found out that they had already played that night :( LAME

Oh Happy Day

When Melbourne washed my sads away.

Goodness, things rule! I totally live in Melbourne. I've been havin' some good times.
Last night, Lauren and I went and saw Inception in the city and I know that it was very good but I was left feeling like a huge dummy because all the information overwhelmed me and I got a bit lost. Then we ate grill'd and made our way to the Espy in St Kilda where our pal Josh (Kurt) was playing a gig in the basement. It was a four-part gig; we missed the first band, but saw the second, '(Esc)', who were friggin' rad. I dug their music to the bones. Lauren and I were talking about what it was about their music that made us like it more than other music and I decided that it was because I liked that the guitars made a psychedelic sound and I liked the way the frontman's face looked when he screamed. And Lauren liked the songs that were bass heavy and the clinky guitars. So we really enjoyed their set, and then got super tired during the next band's set, but had a nice chat with people around us. Then Josh's band played and they ruled and it was fun. On the way home, we met a group of pals who had just finished a gig and one of them was totally dreamy and told us about a gig he had on tonight in Brunswick. On the way home after that, Lauren and I talked about what our music would sound like if we made music...curious, verrrry curious.....

So I got to sleeps at three this morning, slept in as much as was possible to ensure I wasn't late for work at 12. I sometimes get a coffee from a cafe around the corner to sip on my walk to work and I had a nice chat with the barista today; it's nice going places more than once. Work was fine, only went for three hours, then I met with my old pal Southwell from Canberra whom I hadn't seen in like a year. I had delicious fruit salad and coffee at LeRoy and we swapped life stories and life plans and it was divine. Had a chat with the wonderful waitresses, signed my cast.

Lauren Catchlove "man, I love mojitos"
What a man.

Tomorrow, I work all day and want to do something tomorrow night. Sunday I am going to see my beautiful friendy Jacqueline. We're going to hang out in Northcote. I've never been there, so that'll be fun.

Oh, I listened to The Drones' album and totally enjoyed it! So much. Gareth's voice drives me totally crazy and I like how the songs sound messy because of his vocals but neat because of, I guess, the arrangement.

I also impulsively bought Bridezilla's new album, The First Dance today in Pure Pop, and listened to it tonight and totally dug it as well. The album art is beautiful:



and so is every member of the band:



I also almost bought a Dick Diver EP which came with a 7" vinyl but, really, I have no use for vinyl so I decided against it. But I am re-considering it. We saw them play at the Birmingham Hotel when Tim, Advait and Ashley were staying with us last month and we really, really liked them: incentive to buy CD.

Any way. I'm just having a totally gay time.

Havilah

Ah, a good day. I had a group interview today and it was fun. Afterwards, I bought Havilah by The Drones and plan to listen to it this afternoon. Then, I picked up a job interview from a cool British guy to be a charity marketer. I'm not gonna go, but it was fun chatting to him. I'm going to go see The Drones play as part of the Melbourne Festival because tickets are only $20! It's at the Forum Theatre, which won't be my favourite venue, because I like to stand close to the band, in a semi-still crowd, with the band playing 'at' me. I like to be able to see the colour of their eyes. Particularly those belonging to Gareth Liddiard.



This afternoon, Lauren and I are doing groceries, and then going to see Inception, then going to Josh's gig at the Espy. Should be a good night. Man, my arm's sore.

My Body Rules!

Things are good! Real good.

Saturday night was drunk.
Sunday, I finished reading High Fidelity, then hired the film with John Cusack. My thoughts: I enjoyed the book; it humoured me. The film: I am glad that they chose to have it narrated like they do in the book, but I thought John Cusack's acting was poor.





Jack Black was awesome in it, though I imagined Barry to be a bit less... relentless. I thought Laura was portrayed really well, but I was totally bummed that they cast Catherine Zeta Jones as Charlie. I imagined Charlie a bit less pretty and a bit more (sorry) arty. He describes her with a blonde pixie haircut so I had this Edie Sedgewick lady in mind. All in all, I think it was a good representation of the book.

Monday, I opened at work and then went off to my doctor's appointment to check up on my wrist. I got on the wrong tram and ended up 40 minutes late for my xray but managed to get it all done. The doctor said that usually, for a break like mine, they would offer an operation, but my break has healed 'surprisingly well' so they don't need to operate! Thanks, body! It just baffles me how my body knows how to repair itself without me even telling it to. I walked home from the hospital, which took three hours and it was lovely. Last night, we went to dinner with our lovely friend Lex at Soul Mama's in St Kilda. It was delicious and it was friggin' lovely to see Lexi.

Today was excellent. Catchmate and I slept in good and proper and then went and had two coffees at a cafe on High Street in Prahran called Piccolo. The service was really good and the coffee was enjoyable and they had a turn table in there. Also, very comfortable boothy-sort of couches and some gig posters we hadn't seen before, which led us to looking up when The Drones are playing, which is October 20 (?) as part of the Melbourne Festival and we are going to go. And then we fell in love with the fact that we live in Melbourne.

My Cherie Amour

me and my scary people.

Ahhh, the blog life. My life has had some srrrs gusts of wind lately. Things that have fallen apart have found their way back together, other things have fallen apart (read: my wrist), things which have been fucked for a while aren't so screwed up anymore (or I've just gotten sick of caring), and new things are forming too. I feel more settled in to Melbourne than ever; I think cause I'm relieved that I have a job (oh yeah: I have a job now) and I'm out doing stuff, talking to people, thinking 'now or never' and 'why not?', thinking about next year, building foundations, not dealing with shitty people...

I had my first day of work today and it was good. I work in St Kilda on Acland Street, which is, well, my hood. The people I have worked with so far are easy-going, genuine, motivated. I'm 2IC there, which is exciting. They get a merchanising manager in to their store once a month to redo all the merch and make it look fresh, and the team have just as much creative input as they like, which I can definitely dig. My bosses seem really open-minded and creative so I'm looking forward to being able to offload some creative energy into making my store look better.

After work, I went to dinner at Amigos Mexican restaurant with Catchy and our darling friend Agata from Catch's work for some seeerious girl talk. And the girl talk was well and truly had (and enjoyed, and needed). After this, we went to Josh's crib in South Yarra for some hangs and eventually sangria. Ha. We had some nice chats to Josh's housemates and then some nice listens to music and talks and then decided to go see a friend at a bar called 161, which apparently has some sort of reputation of being hard to get into...but we got in there last week with no dramas....any way, we caught the tram there (Lauren went home) and were presented with a queue at least 40 minutes long. Compared to the occupants of the queue, Josh and I felt like we'd just strolled in from a picnic. Convinced I wouldn't be let in, I became unpsyched and planned to go home, and then the door lady came to the back of the line and looked me up and down and said, 'Is it just you three?' and we said 'Yes,' and she said, 'Cool, come with me,' and there we were being let in ahead of people who frequented the place. It was strange, but admittedly sort of rad, albeit petty. There were a lot of conjunctions in that sentence.

This weekend I have no plans of leisure yet. I want to buy some new jeans but IT'S SO FRIGGIN HARD PULLING ON SKINNY JEANS WHEN YOUR WRIST IS BROKEN! Painful, even. My cast is so hard. I plan to draw on it an illustration of me falling off the pier into the ocean with my three friends looking on. So that when people go, 'Ohh! how did you do that?' I can just go like this:



and not have to tell the story.

I have been powering through High Fidelity, really enjoying it. I'm dying to finish it so that I can watch the film with John Cusack as Rob Fleming. Also, I walked past Pure Pop Records the other day and I like to imagine the owner of that store to be like Rob Fleming.

I am starting to feel like I'm on my gap year.

The Goal Is To Ignite You Then Move On

xray. consultation. cast off. cast on. xray. consultation.

Duhhh, I'm so tired. I had a blast of sad time while I was waiting for my first xray today. There was a very old lady in a wheelchair sitting with her daughter, who was oldish- in her 60s perhaps, and her daughter was looking after her and then another lady who was maybe 50 came walking in with her very fraile mother, holding her hand, and I got sad. So sad, because I find the concept of children looking after their parents so sad and I just don't want to ever have to look after my mummy because she's my mummy and I never want her to die or even get old because I want her to live for as long as I do so I can hang out with her as much as I can because I just love her so much and she's my mum and she rules.







This is me lookin' horror-ific at Lex's horror-themed housewarming party. Loz and I went and hung out at Benjamin's beforehand with our rad long-blonde-haired friend Josh and we got all bloodied up and caught a taxi there. The house was rad and the people were dressed up but the painkillers I was on for my wrist (morphine and codeine) made me not feel myself at all and I could hardly hold a conversation so I bailed on my pals and caught a tram home. I feel bad about it now cause the whole night is sort of a blur now and I didn't say goodbye very well but I suppose I will make it up to my pals soon as I can. I got some gnarly stares on the way home because of all the blood on my face and all that hooplah. I got talking to this super cute couple on the train home, who were in their 50s and lived in Middle Brighton and had been in the city for dinner.

I miss my ma. I have my cast on for six weeks. I'm going to start my 24 hour zine challenge tonight.

green tea with jasmine flowers. conversation overheard on tram GIRL "bubby you should be so fuckin' proud to 'ave a girl like me who can carry a coupla kids for you and still have beautiful skin, feel my skin baby feel how tight it is" GUY "yeah and if you ever go out lookin' like that-" GIRL "you backhand me babe. we're gonna sign up for anger management bubby. cause when you spit in my face in public, people look and think 'oh he don't givva fuck about 'er'"

I'm finally hungry

I did not have a rad sleep last night; woke up about once an hour, but that's okay. No worries!

In my last post, I forgot to show you the photo that has made me the happiest for a long time.

She holds her dog like a koala or a baby and it's so funny!

So that's that. I am currently watching Justin Bieber and Usher's new song. Honestly, I don't hate it.

Since I broke my wrist, I have just felt like I want breakfast food for every meal made for me by other people. Haha.

Today I am going to make a good attempt to clean the house as much as I can, though I just realised I can't wash up with my plaster. Then I'm going to wander down to Lauren's work and use their wireless to download us some songs! A list:

Songs I'm Going To Download:

• Hung Up- Madonna (Lauren's request)
• Boom! Shake The Room- Will Smith
• Blonde on Blonde- Bobby Dylan
• If I Ruled The World (Imagine That)- Nas ft. Lauryn Hill
• Can I Kick It?- A Tribe Called Quest
• You're A Woman, I'm A Machine- Death From Above 1979
• Turn A Square- The Shins
• Something by Broken Bells. Broken bells is a side project of James Mercer of The Shins and Danger Mouse. What an interesting collaboration. The Shins are on hiatus until next year and I have been pining after some James Mercer for a while. This should do. The describe their sound as 'melodic, but experimental too' Oooh. Awhh and I read that they released a version of their self-titled album that was designed to be a music box, which played a song they hadn't released when you opened it. Cool. Just listened to The High Road. I think I'm going to have to buy this album. Wow!

We're going to our friend Lexi's gore-themed housewarming party tonight. I will post photos tomorry.

Also, walking down to Acland Street yesterday, there were about ten books sitting on a brick wall on top of a sign that said, 'free to good home' and I picked up two! High Fidelity by Nick Hornby and About A Boy by Nick Hornby! Free score! Speaking of Nick Hornby, we hired An Education on dvd last night and I fell in and out of slumber but Lauren said it was awes so I'm going to watch it again. Peter Sarsgaard, I don't think you could do wrong!

Yo wass' the happy haps?

In fitting with the name of Catchy's rad blog, I am typing slowly. This is because my left wrist is broken! Shit, I have loved telling this story.

I had a really good day and night yesterday. In the afternoon, Catch and I went into the city to hand ou

t a few resumes, buy fake blood and have a hang around. I took her to Typo and she loved the store just as much as I do and she bought some beautiful lanterns for our loungeroom and some black let

ters and they look RAD:

Last night, Catchy and I went out with our pals Benjamin and Joshua firstly to Lucky Coq on Chapel Street where we enjoyed some gorgeous cider- Old Mout. Benjamin got there first and was sitting in a corner couch waiting for Lauren and I. As we approached Ben, I took a quick glimpse at the people sharing the couch and, would you believe it, two of the gorgeous girls sitting there, I went to high school with on the Gold Coast! I hadn't seen either of them in roughly five-and-a-half years, so it was so so cool to see them. After this, we went to 161, which is a bar. Then we went to a bar Lauren's boss manages called Jett Black and had free champagne and lovely free drink tickets and saw Lauren's lovely work friends, who are lovely and got well drunk. After having a bit of a dance, the merriment of the night took us to St Kilda pier.

Stumbling into a taxi, out of a taxi and down onto the beach, Lauren, Josh, Ben and and I took a walk along the pier. Lauren apparently did a little cartwheel, which

I arrogantly thought I could better. I remember thinking, 'Cool okay I am about in the middle o

f the pier' and running w

ith my hands pronounced high and proud in the sky in anticipation for landing on the pier, but the next thing I remember hearing was this terrific splash and the next thing I remember tasting was terrific salty water. I emerged from underwater so confused, with a vague feeling of gloom and making the best efforts to spot my companions. I wasn't sure whether what had just happened had just happened because all three of them were just staring at me. I trudged of the water, where I met a very proactive Lauren who proc

eeded to pull me out, tell the boys to look the other way, took off my top and put Josh's jumper and her coat on me. God, she's good isn't she? We promptly got a taxi to go home but after realising the gnarly bump on m

y left wrist, and the pain not going away, we went to the Alfred Hospital instead. Here, I remember signing in and accidentally spelling out my surname, "C-A-T-T-E-A-R-A-L" twice to the nurse, being worried aboutleaving the seat wet from my very wet clothes, discussing Band Of Horses with Josh and discovering that he also loves The Shins and humming Know Your Onion!, and giggling too much at the incident at hand. The lovely boys stayed with me for a while but then went home to sleep for work the next day. I had some x-rays done, got into one of those backless hospital smocks, which I was loving leaving open when I went to the bathroom just for the novelty of it being okay for everyone to see my knickers because I was 'in hospital', and I had drips put into my hands and all that gnarly stuff. It was a lot of fun telling each nurse and doctor dealing with me how it happened, but then a bit embarrassing when they would say, 'So you've had a bit to drink...' and I would just nod guiltily. After getting it 'reduced' (pushed back into place), there was a lot of waiting around, so I took that prime facebooking opportunity to announce it to my friends. Lauren was such an ANGEL and waited around for me all night.

I was going to need an operation, but then I didn't anymore and all that. But I am getting quite a lot of enjoyment out of this and so is Lauren. I was supposed to have a job interview this afternoon but I didn't really want to go in all dopey from drugs so I've rescheduled it to Monday. We got home from the hospital at about ten , had an amaaaazing nap for a couple of hours and then went and got some much-needed food from our fave LeRoy Espresso on Acland Street. The sun was warm and it was glorious. I was having a lot of trouble eating but mainly enjoyed my avocado. When the owner of the cafe noticed I'd hurt my arm, she's like, 'Oh babe how'd you do that?!' and I said, 'Oh, cartwheeling off St Kilda Pier into the ocean,' she lost her shit laughing and couldn't talk properly hehehehehe. And this afternoon Lauren was getting a coffee from another of our favourites, Monkey on Carlisle and the guy noticed there too and I was like, 'Ah yes, I cartwheeled off St Kilda Pier right into the ocean,' and he's like, 'Ah yep, that will always getcha.' What a funny story. Safe to say that this is probably the most interesting thing that has ever happened to me and I am loving it.

Might be in the running for a job at Myer in music/DVDs/games YAYYYYYYYY

OK I better go because I have to have a shower and I don't know how to do that with a cast? You put a plastic bag on it, right? See ya folks.

Always rising to a thumbs up challenge.

hey pals

Ahoy!

I discovered a rad shop today in the city. It's called Typo and it's a stationary (is that the right spelling? or is it an 'e'?)/decor/miscellaneous sorta shop and it's soo cheap! I bought mother dear a birthday card and because I made a purchase, I got these speakers for $5!

Isn't that cool!? They are powered through whichever device you choose to plug in and gosh. I am so so psyched.

Um, today I sort of sorted out Centrelink stuff, hopefully get on youth allowance which probably be a measly $140 a fortnight or whatever it is. Stupid government. But, better than nothing. Then I got a delicious coffee from Amici bakery on Chapel Street which I managed to finish before I even got to the train station. I then caught a train to the city, but decided to get off at Richmond to see if I could find Bridge Road shops and I saw our friend Benjamin at the train station and then I realised that Bridge Road was too far from Richmond train station so I caught a train to the city where I mainly just looked around places. I am loving General Pants at the moment. I think my favourite label is 'subtitled' or Don't Ask Amanda. They rule. I love distressed denim shirts.

Then I wandered around and decided to catch the train home so I could be home when Catchlove got home from work at 2 but it's 3:25 and she isn't home yet, so maybe she is opshopping with Benjamin. I should really go to the gym this afternoon as I have some time.

Tonight, B Hat, M Hat, and M Hat's two friends, Liam and James are coming over to enjoy pizza and films with us. They're all film buffs and I hope I understand the film we end up watching. I put my Splendour ticket up for resale today. I hope it sells.

I haven't heard anything from any job places, but that's not new. My bedroom is so messy; I should probably clean it. When I don't have a routine, I get so messy and I lose things. And I have no room to draw. I have coloured pens and pencils scattered all through my bed and on the dining table. FACT.

Uhhh, RMIT open day is on August 8 and I am going to attend and try to find out some stuff about the visual arts course, how I'd manage to do it financially, and about portfolio preparation courses. Should I do the art school dealy next year? I don't know.

Here are some of my favourite words I've come across to date because they're romantic:

Well I'd like to think I'm a mess you'd wear with pride.

Like some empty dress on the bed you've laid out for tonight.

Maybe I'll tell you sometime

You were right.

Outside by your doorstep in a worn out suit and tie,

I'll wait for you to come down

Where you find me;

Where we'll shine.

fifty whatever

Today's episode of Dr. Phil is about his grandaughter being born. The whole hour-long episode. What a waste of money.

I don't really know what I'm doing today. I went job hunting in the city yesterday and had a few hopeful encounters- enough to keep me going. But it's just time that matters now. I don't really know where else to go look now. I could go into the city again today and keep looking but, ehhh. It's cold in there and sorta lonely. Maybe tomorrow.

I'm at the point where I'm sick of consuming and not producing anything, like not helping anyone or doing things for anyone else but myself. Need a job sah bad.

Bad things:

I am selling my Splendour ticket.

I'm sick of talking to strangers.

I miss my mum.

I'm really poor.

I'm sick of trying to prove myself to everyone and myself.

Good things:

Summer is closer than the last time I posted.

My body does what it's supposed to without me even trying.

I bought the book Lolita yesterday (Dr Phil just held his granddaughter and the audience applauded. Admittedly, the baby is pretty cute, but my god the show is such a wank) and I was really looking forward to reading it but I'm finding it quite dense. As in, I need a dictionary for reference when I'm reading it.

I've decided I like Katy Perry.

fifty...six?

I haven't been keeping up with my blog. Whatcha gonna do.

I have been trying to apply for jobs and getting totally deflated.

Lately I have been:

• getting sassed by six year old boys at the public library
• learning about ultimate killer animals (I didn't know barracudas were killer)
• eating too much white bread
• watching Boys Don't Cry with Mikael and Lauren, and being generally terrified, but loving Hilary Swank now
• swooning at black and white spotted piggies on the news
• doing a body balance class and paying for it today in terms of not being able to walk properly
• missing my mummy waaaaay too much
• thinking 'what the hell am i gonna do'

This weekend I am:

• going to the gig of a guy who Catch and I saw a couple of months ago whose music I am in love with in Fitzroy tonight
• job hunting tomorrow
• going to Lauren's friend's birthday drinks tomorrow night
• probably going to have a cup of coffee at LeRoy
• making zines and binding them with MY NEW THREAD!!!

58, don't be late!

Good evening from our dining table.

I had a day today. Not awes, not bad. I was getting a coffee at Monkey on Chapel street this afternoon and the owner lady is, some would say, 'out-there'. She's rather loud and vivacious and cool, I guess. Any way, I entered the cafe and she threw this question at me, 'How's ya day been?' Isn't it sort of awkward when you haven't had a rad day but for no particular reason and a stranger genuinely wants to know how it's been? So I ummed and ahhed for a little while and she said, "scale of one to ten?" and I said, "Awww....like a...si.....seven?" And she said, "Mate, that's pretty good!" (as she poured a shot of vodka) "That is pretty good considering!" Needless to say, I grabbed my coffee and scrammed.

Today I went to Elsternwick with Catchy with intentions to photocopy more resume zines at Officeworks but I got a call from one of the places I handed my resume in yesterday asking if I could come down and chat so I turned around and did that instead. It was a clothing store, I guess pretty boutique-y, stocking such brands as Cheap Monday, The Casette Society and Trash & Luxury. I walked down and got a bit nervous talking to the guy who seemed totally dismissive, like he wouldn't have been caught without a football under his arm in high school (I'm sorry to make that unfair assumption but he just made me feel the way those guys have made me feel I guess, so I connoted the two) and to be honest, he seemed totally disinterested. So I left the place after chatting for approximately a minute-and-a-half, feeling pretty deflated considering it was only half past one. I walked home, ate an orange over the sink, went to the doctor's, and then the Monkey incident happened and I went home...

where I then watched Can't Buy Me Love with a young Patrick Dempsey and a teeny tiny Seth Green and I totally dug it! So easy to watch...perfect for my simple little mind. It was funny and the fashion in it was interesting to watch, the stereotypes were depicted, yet still interesting, and I liked/could sympathise with almost all of the characters.

I read a publication Lauren picked up called Voiceworks tonight. It's a quarterly literary publication filled with pieces of prose written by independent, freelance writers, poets, university students or just writing enthusiasts and some of the works were really inspiring to me, especially a couple which were set in Melbourne in places where Lauren and I frequent.

"A coffee shop, gloomily romantic with its muted amber light. Degraves St, where people put on Italian accents to order their macchiatos, but I'm just as bad."

And little colloquialisms and humble descriptions that set up the imagery for a scene so honestly and simply:

"We sit curled upon the couch together, bare feet touching, barely talking. Drinking straight from a bottle of Chandon, we pass it back and forth. He's looking at me strangely, eyes sleepy-hooded.

'What?' I keep saying, and he says, 'Nothing,' and keeps staring. Then he tilts the bottle to my lips, but at too much of an angle so that when I drink, the wine slithers down my face a little and dribbles onto my collarbone.

'I want to tell you something,' I say, wiping my mouth with my sleeve. And then he kisses me, and I let him take off my top."

Those two excerpts were by a lady called Rebecca Browden. Lauren and I enjoyed her works the most.

By this hour, I am totally avoiding thinking about the fact that I have no job, because I know I am going to feel totally sick once I face it. Ohmigodthisishard.

She stood leaning over the sink with one foot perched into a triangle onto her other leg like a flamingo. Juice bled quickly out of the peeled orange in her hands and plopped heavily into the sink. Her eyes were tall and wide open, locked into a gaze which barely penetrated the glass of the kitchen window. She peeled the pith out of its belly button, discarding it with satisfaction. The segments cracked as the flesh was torn into two halves. "What the hell will I do?" She pondered as she squashed the orange in her mouth, disinterestedly. The juice travelled smoothly down her throat as she ripped the rest of the orange apart, piece by piece. "Imagine if we had certain days each of us were supposed to wash up? We probably wouldn't stick to it..." A cloud of heat blew into her rib cage and up into her chest and sat under her collarbone. "What the hell will I do?"

59 posts till spring,

Ahoy!

Catchy and I have decided to blog everyday until we reach spring in efforts to ignore the fact that we've become hibernating grizzly bears over the winter. This is post number 59.

To be quite frank, I am over winter. Reasons:

• You sit down for ten minutes and your whole body freezes over (or maybe I don't have awesome circulation),
• you just want to eat soup and drink hot drinks all day long,
• you can't walk around with wet hair,
• you have to wear shoes everywhere,
• you don't want to leave your apartment,
• it rains when you want to walk places,
• you have to wear lots of clothes all the time,
• you get fat,
• you can't swim,
• you generally just become lazier.

And I hate being lazy! I am sick of it!

Today I woke up late and handed in two resumes to two cool shops. Fingies crossed! Geez, I really didn't do anything else...

Tomorrow, Catchy and I are going to have a muffin on Chapel Street in the morning and then I'm going to go job hunting again. *Must not grow tired of job hunting yet.

I'm trying not to feel anxious or think about how screwed I'm going to be if I don't get a job soon. I'm such a grown up.

Why I Like Summer:

• fruit
• swimming
• wet hair
• no shoes
• the sun
• being tanned
• longer days
• christmas
• new year
• shorts
• drinking water
• ice cream
• colours
• always wanting to do things
• juice
• beach

More things. Carmawn summer!

I Am A Grown Up

Welcome to my new blog.

I moved to Melbourne a little over four months ago and now I am a grown up facing the woes of it all. But it's great...

Nah, um, I moved out of home this year and have not had a computer (and have missed it dearly) and blogging on my iPhone is somewhat tedious. So I am currently sitting at my housemate Catchy's work, using her computer and her work's free wireless to create this new blog. Two Coffees In An Hour, because we went to our new favourite cafe, LeRoy on Acland Street yesterday and we both had two coffees in the space of an hour and I felt sick.

This is Catchy just being generally rad and hilarious.

Moving away from home and familiarity is goshdarn difficult- moreso than I had anticipated, but I am really very glad we've done it. It's still real hard with being homesick and all that hooplah but it's worth it because I don't feel the claustrophobia that I felt while living in Canberra- instead I feel completely out in this hug

e open space and I don't really have much direction at the moment, don't really know where I should (or where I want to) go, but it's totally alright.

So what has happened since I moved: got a job at a health food shop, hated workin

g in hospitality, lost my interest in health foods and nutrition, told my boss I was going to start looking for other jobs, got fired for it, had a day of feeling sorry for myself, made a bunch of resume zines, had a coffee at Lauren's work.

Last week we had some cool pals stay with us for a week and we had fun. Catchy and I made a fort for them to sleep under and turned our loungeroom into Under The Sea theme. It was wonderful.

This is us enjoying the fort.

l-r Dashley, Catchy, Badvait, Dazee Pain.

I've been a bit of a zine machine lately, which is nice. I have been feeling a gnarly urge to paint cause I haven't since I moved away, but most of my paint stuff I left at my mum's house and I feel nervous about painting in our carpetted apartment- eek. Maybe my painting urges will get the better of me during m unemployment. Oh karma send me a job.

I'm supposed to be buying Advait's mac from him soonish but seeing as I am a pawper, I think that might be postponed until I can afford it. But when I can, I will probably turn into a blog fiend again. That's when you (who?) can expect more posts from this lady.

Buuuut I think that's that! I'm probably going to leave Lauren's work now and go home and get my clothes out of the washing machine and take them down to the laundromat around the corner and put them in the dryer and hopefully make a zine while I'm waiting a'la Lisa Mitchell or something. Haha. How much will the dryer cost? After drying my clothes, I will walk down to Acland street to hand in some resume zines and then go home and make soup and then go to the gym and then come home and eat soup and clean the apartment. Might sing a little bit too. Bweehee.

Okay, ciao for now.