I should be writing essays and drinking tea in my room. Instead I am in the office editing Tharunka while intermittently acting as polling clerk for the lawsoc elections. For $20 an hour and the chance to be grunted at for 3 hours by angsty liberal-voters I'm happy to put the New Woman at the turn of the twentieth century on hold for just one more ( Read more... )

I haven't posted in a while. A proper post I mean, not this sad ziney bullshit I try and spin out when I'm feeling somewhat creative and arty. Which seems to be rare these days because I have a million other things I'm meant to be doing ( Read more... )

I used to wake up all the kids in kindy and get put in the corner with a box of crayons...I drew on the wall ( Read more... )

Today we auditioned people for "Get Stuffed" - our Third year major production piece - a mockumentary about a corporate giant taking over the world selling stuff to people and loving it. A tongue in cheek rip at consumer culture with a little bit of a The Office twist to it. We sat and watched budding actors try with all their might to please us. ( Read more... )

red spot on floor in the office, pointed out by Nancy ( Read more... )

I did a street stall yesterday. The first stall I've done since the last major rally in August. Street stalls are tough because people aren't there for anything. They're there to shop, have coffee, wank about town with their dogs and their decafs. Not many want to talk politics, have a bitch about Howard or even sign a petition. They walk away and ( Read more... )

I had dinner with my parents tonight. It was lovely. My sister was her usual bratty self, making faces and baging out my fringe and telling me to shut up and not answer out loud the answers to the radio quiz. She shits me but it doesn't bother me at all anymore ( Read more... )

Sam and I dropped Vicki at the airport. I hope she gets what she's been waiting for for ages. She deserves good things ( Read more... )

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

Charles Bukowski

Vicki gave me a haircut at 2am and I have two toned hair now because the shit grows too damn quickly. I need to find one of those hats without the tops, or one of those beanies that's not really a beanie but more like a big fat elastic band you put around your head. I don't want to look like a cadbury top deck. Actually scrap that, I don't want to ( Read more... )