Random Photo Post...
This is where I scabbed some batteries for my digital camera...so I could take the random photos. See all those green things? They are credit card records from Dad's work....every customer that pays for their auto repairs with credit gets a reciept and the business gets a useless little green piece of shit paper which is practically worthless. Dad has to keep them for tax purposes or incase someone tries to sue him. He shreds/burns them every few years...because they are literally that worthless....such a waste of trees...I think thats the story anyway.
This is le kitchen. It serves its purpose...I like it =P...ignore the ugly photo of 8 year old me.
And this is my living room. I watch my TV here. I did have a TV in my room, but I had a minor disagreement with it (i.e...I tripped on it when I was drunk...tripped so hard I literally kicked it off its stand...it fell to the floor and no more working TV...)...P.S the surround sound entertainment system in my living room ROCKS....it's SO good when watching DVD's...and with music I turn the subwoofer up and it's "fully sick" =P...if I ever have a party...thats where the music will be comin from.
And that concludes the tour of my house....I would take photos of my hallway and all that other shiznit...but my parents are asleep and they will kill me. I have however, taken photos of my bedroom!
My Bedroom
This is on the first wall you hit when you enter my bedroom. It has all my 'stealing from other artists' shiznit on it. It's stuff like artistic postcards from gallery exhibitions...photos from city culture magazines and two pastel things my Aunty did for me (see the cat and the dog....I swear to god my aunty was SOOOO high when she did them). My favourite images are the Brett Whiteley cards (I want to have his babies SO BAD)...and the lithographs and photography of Man Ray.
The upper part of my 'stealing from other artists' wall. Stealing is a bad word. Let's call it permanently borrowed. Or Appropriation. I just realised....these smaller things are gonna be SUCH A SHIT to transport to my University dorm next year....I'm so lazy...le sigh.
My bed. On it is my wallet (which is the small white thing in the foreground...yes its a white leather wallet...I love it), my phone, car keys, some random Telstra letter and 2 pens. As you can see, I like the japanese culture. It's my 'tokyo' bed =)
PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE TO PROVE THAT I DO NOT YET KNOW HOW TO USE A LAUNDRY BASKET. And my oh so sexy Persian rug.
Some school shit.
This is my bedside table. I love the stereo...but Mum is buying me a brand new one for Uni...one that plays louder music...note the Napoleon Dynamite-style glasses...I snapped them up for $3 at a $2 shop...also note at the bottom a novel titled "Raw"...I was supposed to know that back to front for the HSC exam which was this morning...I haven't even read it once all the way through yet. Ahwell, I can burn it now if I really want...HOORAY FOR NO MORE ENGLISH!!!!
Christmas lights that I have sporadically (randomly) placed on the part of the bedroom floor where I never walk. I don't know where to put them right now...but they look hot on the floor anyway.
Ahhhhh....my beloved computer. I'm not a computer nerd =P, its just a very important tool of communication for me! Excuse the mess on my desk.
Polaroid Photos...they were all taken before Year 11 and I know this for a fact because I lost my polaroid camera then *cries heavily*...le sigh....it was expensive to use but FUCK it was a novelty.
More school crap. As you can tell, I'm so freaking organised for my HSC exams...I've filed them all so carefully! Snaps to that *snaps* ...*notes sarcasm*
The Indian Batik cloth mural above my bed...yes, it's really from India...some poor child slave probably got paid 1.5cents to make it, but I love it...thank god for jetsetting generous family members.
"Oh my god, I'm so sick of uploading photos onto photobucket!"....tis me! Note the short black hair...I got it cut/dyed last week (before then, it was longer and naturally blonde.) Kudos to Fiona for cutting and dying my hair...
Now, THAT was SO worth failing my SOR exam for. And the sad part is, that was in no way sarcastically intended at all.