Easily Distracted

Did anyone else lose a buttload of ribbons on Poupee Girl today? Stupid me didn't realise the goth items are up 'til March and spent 80% of the ribbons I'd saved up for Valentine's Day ;_; So sad.

The cost of rent in Brisbane has put a damper on Matt and I's plans to move out and it's getting me down. A cheap two bedroom unit half an hour from the city is $250 a week. That would've gotten me a 3 bedroom house if I were still down South ;_; (granted it would be in Footscray, but still...) He's planning to move here for a while to save some money up (and to get away from his douchebag room mate) until we find a place, which will be good save for the fact that I am currently so hideously disillusioned that I can't see us moving into anything beyond a meth lab in Inala. But by all means, keep moving to the South-Eastern corner of QLD, people. It's not like we have a housing shortage where landlords can charge what they want >:(

If I had a penis I would be turkey-slapping so many people right now.

Ah, watching Hey Hey with the bf last night was so good. Matt and I were a bit disappointed towards the end though... Harry Connick Jr. kinda of brought the whole mood of the show down :/ Granted my sense of humour has been tarnished by 6 years of 4chan, but I don't think anyone who was laughing at the Michael Jackson skit on Hey Hey was laughing at anything other than some dudes dressed up as MJ. I guess in Australia we don't really make the association of putting black facepaint on as overtly racist, or at least we don't associate it with the "Mammy, I wants mah watermelon!" 50's setereotypes that America does. Most people I've spoken to don't see it as anymore offensive than Robert Downey Jr's portrayal of a black guy in Tropic Thunder or the President Obama Halloween masks on sale at the moment. Anyway, fingers crossed it doesn't effect the network's decision to bring the show back. It'd be nice to have something fun on of a Saturday night instead of... *reads TV guide* Funniest Home Videos and Big Momma's House 2. And put The Panel on afterwards, dagnabbit.

Ugh, I've so been spending beyond my means lately. I really need a decent job. Then again, who doesn't these days?

Picked up Dad at the airport close to midnight last night. As much as a bitch about him, it's nice to have someone to pick up the poor little dead birds on the doorstep. Sorry doggies, I don't appreciate your gifts.

I just woke up, should probably have a coffee

So I've been debating whether to spend my Ekka monies on professional, normal people clothes or something that would have gotten me arrested in Nazi Germany. That decision was made when Kylie alerted me to this. Aw yeah. While I have been trying to move away from black, I think the red version might be a little bit bright for me. (Oh Meta, how I love your maroon hues <3) I'm guessing the lighter colours wouldn't look so great on my hideous figure, so I think I'll just stick with the black... in which case, I will have acquired my very first pattern :D Is someone supposed to smash a bottle of champagne over me at this point? Oh how I hope they release matching hair accessories <3

I seem to be constantly conflicted between being your standard alternative introvert who sits in the corner by herself drawing/reading/writing by day and peruses the internet all night, and a mainstream "extrovert" who buys clothes from Myer and discusses mundane issues with her boring classmates. "Why yes, that teacher does suck balls because they're different. Writing is so boring, lol!"

Ironically, I think Lolita has encouraged me to grow up a bit. I've started caring a lot more about brand labels because they make me feel mature and respectable, and I put a lot more effort into my appearance (though it feels a bit like putting a band-aid over a flayed corpse). Also, I don't do things like trying to smoke Pocky anymore. At least while sober. Aside from that though, I'm still in the business of dick jokes and making late night phone calls to Jarrod to laugh at dying children and compare our respective city's prostitutes. God I miss having that man around.

Tomorrow I shall get up bright and early for uni and most likely fall asleep watching Repo! in the arms of a handsome young man. I should try and get some study in between now and then I suppose.

LOOK AT THIS DRESS.



LOOK AT IT. There is one blindingly obvious problem with this bustley little creation and that is the fact that I DON'T HAVE IT ;_; It'd be like $500 to import and I'm being all good and not dipping into my travelling monies. Ugh. What are the chances it'll pop up for 9000 yen on a dodgy second hand/auction site anytime soon? :(

So last Wednesday I ventured into the city during my delightful five hour gap. My quest? Clothes.

Ah, but not just any clothes. I was looking for something that conveyed a sense of professionalism, something that a naive little journalism student could wear to an industry night without being scoffed at by old men who work at the Kingaroy Agricultural Bi-annual Report... something normal. As someone who has worn nothing but conspicuous black outfits for the past ten years, this shopping quest had been something that had chewed on my nerves for quite some time. I don't have that self-indulgent "LOOKIT ME, I ARE UNIQUE WIDDLE SNOFLAKE!" attitude that many faggots like to flaunt when they're in alternative wears, but I did find myself coming mentally repeating such words as "normal" and "mainstream" as I browsed through the clothing racks.

Lolita has spoiled me- I went straight for expensive brands like David Jones, Witchery and Country Road. For the most part, I was completely ignored by the salesclerks. I don't know if it was because of my frilly black outfit or the jelly rolls said outfit concealed. Probably both. A lot of the evening wear was satiny and covered in seaquins, many with tags saying something like "These gowns are hand embroided. Sequins tend to come off when washed. This is normal. Please use the repair kit attached." Yes- you pay $450 for a dress that is made to fall apart. I tried not to wrinkle my nose. There were a lot of empire waisted dresses which looked like tents and slinky little numbers with too many beads sewed on. Bottle-blonde girls were holding skimpy halter necks against their tiny frames and trying to decide if the un-hemmed, un-flattering, sack-like pile of material was worth two pay cheques.

In the end there were only a couple of outfits I was okay with- a standard black dress from Witchery with a belt and frilly collar, and a dusty pink (!) blouse from DJ's with long sleeves and a nice high neck made out of transparent material. However, given that they were around $200 and $450 respectively, I couldn't really justify spending my hard earned government money on items that I deemed to be the least awful clothes I came across.

Now, I don't doubt that these are quality brand name garments that deserve respect- after all, they cost so much for a reason. Many of them would no doubt look great on other people and I'm sure that they have an inner beauty that I just can't see. But honestly, I had a hard time wrapping my head around how people could invest so much cash in outfits that had no personality whatsoever. I'd be happier throwing $50 at a Target cashier and walking away with some douchey cocktail dress that, to me, looked exactly the same as what I'd seen in DJ's. Fashion trends make sure that every shop sells outfits that look the same and it's very annoying.

So here I am minus any big brand shopping bags and oggling various alternative fashion websites. I have no idea what I'm going to do for the journalism club's upcoming cocktail party, but at least I'm spending my cash on clothes that I love rather than some kind of uncreative cosplay. Unemployment line, here I come!