I'm moving here. Just feel like a change. Like somehow a different page layout will inspire me. We'll see.

Sick of megalomaniacal postings? I think not ( Read more... )

There is an obsession never once revealed in all my livejournal musings I believe needs to be let free because it's the new year and that's what you're meant to do right? Apparently the new year is time to let go of all those things holding you back, delete those people on your mobile you're only lovely to because you met them when you were pissed ( Read more... )

I took her out to dinner because she has put up with me for a year and one day now. She has strange habits like wearing her shoes inside and drinking warm boiled water from a glass. I pick my nose and forget to shower sometimes. We make an incredibly strange pair.

She brought over her guitar for the first time ever and played my favourite song.

Not only am I the proud co-owner of the hottest vinyl couch in town but I can now see my face in the bathroom mirror (shock horror of course), dance unobstructed in the kitchen and shower mould free. It truly is a wonderful day. I really was a dirty vinyl pusher this morning lugging the bastard up the stairs ( Read more... )

I'm developing a rather strange passive obsession with ebay.

Rosie is my proxy. I just say yah and nah and bingo, she gets some sweet shit in the po box. <3 ( Read more... )

Wednesday night was the end of year media show...which is when the school puts on a great night and you mingle, drink, eat cheap party food and check out student works. Because this was our fnal year it was rather special. Special as in too much booze, too much dancing, too much talking at speeds never attemped by anyone in the history of humankind ( Read more... )

Brian Eno provides the perfect backing track for deep introspective livejournal entries penned at ungodly hours like this ( Read more... )

I'm sitting at the Vice President's computer (Phong, you need to change your password from "password", it's just so easy to crack) overlooking the skip which has provided most office bearers this year with numerous pre-loved goodies, from chairs and filing cabinets to hardhats and beige stationery ( Read more... )

Why is it, that at age 22, I'm embroiled in teenage-girl-like arguments with the one person that means the world to me. I never had these kinds of on-going fights even when I was an angsty pill popping teenage ratbag. It happens about 4 times a year. We get over it and hug and kiss and talk about how retarded we were. But at the moment, I don't " ( Read more... )