Easily Distracted

Yesterday was pretty great, hung out with Matt and watched Kamikaze Girls together. It's nice having a guy who actually likes that stuff and isn't stealing my BTSSB to clean his Holden with.

It kinda sucked that such a nice day was complimented by the usual nightmares soon after. Kinda really getting sick of my traumatised little subconscious replaying what happened 3 years ago with various graphic twists :/ You'd think after this long the nightmares would stop, but no, I still get them around 4 nights a week. And sometimes I wake up and for a brief second have this feeling of "Oh it was just a dream, maybe she's not really dead!" and then the standard angst kicks in and blah. Some nights I wish I never had to sleep again.

Then again, given my current uni workload, never sleeping again may well be a possibility. I forgot how different writers and journalists are. So many creative types get the speel of "Oh wow, you're such a good writer, these stories are great! Why don't you get into journalism?" It's kind of like saying "So you like ham sandwiches? Ever thought of getting a job at a slaughterhouse?"

I should probably start editing that interview I recorded at The Mana Bar like a week ago...

I am so hard for this hat. Anyone got a spare $160?

My newsy experience continues. It's hit and miss- I like writing stories and interviewing people, but I'd rather be messing around with multimedia software. Have to fight the urges to shun other people and desires to be left alone to do my own thing. That's not what I'm there for, dammit. COME ON, EXTROVERSION! Jesus Christ, I need to get my act together. Why must I be so damn awkward :/ Really not helping my potential future.

Funnily enough, there's another work experience chick at Quest who used to be friends with one of my old BFFs. We all hung out together a couple of times in the early naughties (God I hate that term), so it's good to have someone to chat with. She's doing photography so we're hoping we'll be sent on assignment together sometime. Poor thing got some of her images published but didn't get credited :( At least my shitty fluff pieces have my name on them. City North News tomorrow, by the way. I'm sure my stories will help distract people from real issues that matter, just like actual journalists do!

Matt has established a hovel in which we can talk side by side - on our respective computers via MSN - in peace. I hung out there last night, it's pretty much just a basement but it gives him space away from his dickish room mate which is good.

Ugh, I need sleep... working 9-5 doesn't suit those of us that stay up 'til 4am.

Last night Matt and I took a trip out to West End intending to hit up 3 Monkeys... only to find there was a street festival happening! Being West End it was filled with your standard Greens worshipers, lesbian pagans, save the [noun] protesters as well as the lingering smell of something that certainly wasn't tobacco, but it was nice to see a bit of colour and life in a city where everything closes at 5pm except for Bob's Bottle-o. We sat on a rug and nom'd on vegetarian stuff that had been blessed by Hare Krishnas and what not. I luffs hanging out with my Matt-butt :3

Oh oh, someone received their Vampire Requiem jsk's on the egl comm... maybe I won't have to wait until November to get mine after all :D I'm starting to like the contrast of the blackxred one more than the plain black version that I'm getting, but the former looks a little costumey as a full dress with a giant bow on it, so I am content with what I have. Assuming it doesn't look too horrible on me >_>

I think I need to go back to the doctor. I'm guessing I wouldn't be so damn fat if I didn't need 15 hours sleep a day, which in turn makes my back hurt. 4chan has been telling me fun little stories of prescribed stimulants and such. It's got to the point now where I can't complete simple tasks like filling out forms, drawing or researching because I have zero energy. Everything feels like a huge effort and I just want to sleep all the time :( My memory has improved a bit since I've been going to Uni, but often times it's still a strain to remember what happened the previous day. I think my brain's just like "LOL fuck concentration, I'm still in sleep mode". Blah.



Also been thinking about America a lot. I'm getting cold feet :/ It's my dream to travel to all the big cities in the world, but it requires so much fucking around with my uni subjects... possibly adding 6 months to my degree... being $5000 in debt... losing other opportunities in regards to moving out... leaving certain people behind for five whole months ;_; I'm usually conniving enough to figure out ways to have my cake and eat it too (hence the waistline? XD), but there's just so many pros and cons here that it's hard to decide. Mum always said that in a perfect world, everyone would have the money to experience another country once a year. She passed on an expensive hobby to me, lol.

Oh well, enough about me, I'm boring. How are you today, dearest reader? Been molested by any noteworthy hobos? I hope you students are enjoying your last day of holidays.

I didn't think it was possible, but my sleeping habits are getting progressively worse. It's gotten to the point where I'll have slept for 12 hours and then still need to take a nap in the middle of the day. It's effecting my studies and honestly, it's getting to the stage where it's become almost crippling. My doctor wants to test me for chronic fatigue. It would be good if they could diagnose me with something because at least then they can treat it. I don't like feeling exhausted 24/7, and it sure as hell isn't helping my figure ;_;

I wish I had enough money to go to Sling ;_; For those of you who don't know, it's a darling little bar in West End. When you walk in, it seems like a cramped hole in the wall with people fighting for a spot at the sticky bar or sitting at the tables on the street so that any of the random drunken yobbos wandering up from the bar down the street can vomit on one's shoes. However, if you're particularly observant, you will notice a small doorway to your left with a ramp that leads upwards. If you walk up the dark, concrete passage, you end up in a sparsely populated loft with a tall tree in the middle and a giant plush couch that you could easily fall asleep on. This is where I like to hang out, sipping on one of the 100+ cocktails they list on their menu.

Oh, and they cost $20 each.

Fuck.

I guess I'll have to make do with a couple of beanbags in my back yard and a box of wine.

I HOST THE INTERNET. (Wow that's a terrible photo.)

Today... uh... my brain was numbed. I seem to recall pretty ladies in fancy dresses munching on tasty macarons and drinking anything within reach. The smell of rain, perfume and blackberry liquor. Bows, cat ears and so very much bling. Being shocked and dismayed that no-one ended up gluing the vast array of confections to rings and necklaces as I had been expecting. The concept of strings of brightly coloured popcorn being so rori.

To those delightful sirens who may or may not exist purely within my imagination, I send my love.

Also, I just rubbed my still made up eyes and now I look like I've been fingerpainting with condensed charcoal.

Listening to: A quaint little Christian rock band known as X-JAPAN.

Watching: Outtakes from The Colbert Report.

Number of days since I've worn a bra: 3.

You better believe I'm loving these holidays. Having successfully returned to my rotating sleep patterns (I woke up 6 hours ago :D), I intened to spend this sweet week blissfully ignorant of the trials and tribulations awaiting me in the second half of the semester. Learning is fun, assignments are not :(

NOSTALGIA BOMB- remember when Channel 10 was TV 0?



BONUS!