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Hey, sorry I took an undeclared hiatus from technology. I am a bit overwhelmed by the written word at the mo. All my communication has become uni-modal and I crave the personal dynamic of face to face interaction. Sigh... Anyhow. I got a bit inspired by science and technology week at home. I am a fully qualified geek. I can use an electron microscope- SCIENCE IS GOLDEN!
And the lovely ELZOMO tagged me for 20 things about me (god this is a long post) but here goes:
1) I miss my dog so much and keep dreaming about really lame stuff like hearing him cry for food and stuff.
2) I have returned to the life of a full time student. Sweet.
3) I desperately need to move out of this house! I can hear every train that leaves Euston station. My fav is the 0510 to Manchester
4) I love the smell of passionfruit
5) I am unable to comprehend anything if staring at pics of Kate Moss
6) I keep listening to Oingo Boingo's Weird Science at the mo
7) I think I came at a Ladytron concert the other night- hot hot hawt!
8) I love artichokes
9) I was vegan for years until very recently, chocolate is such a weakness
10) My favourite animal is a marsupial mole
11) The grates are the best band ever
12) Melbourne is my fav city ever, but I love Glasgow
13) I am in my 7th year of uni. Seriously
14) My boyfriend is renting out my flat with my dog
15) I can't read those clocks with hands to save myself
16) I love horseriding
17) The last time I DJed I made indie kids dance to Beyonce. Oh yes they will repent and change their ways...
18) I am getting exhausted...
19) I love lime
20) I am really really happy at the moment
Ok that was really long- what's your one thing?
And the lovely ELZOMO tagged me for 20 things about me (god this is a long post) but here goes:
1) I miss my dog so much and keep dreaming about really lame stuff like hearing him cry for food and stuff.
2) I have returned to the life of a full time student. Sweet.
3) I desperately need to move out of this house! I can hear every train that leaves Euston station. My fav is the 0510 to Manchester
4) I love the smell of passionfruit
5) I am unable to comprehend anything if staring at pics of Kate Moss
6) I keep listening to Oingo Boingo's Weird Science at the mo
7) I think I came at a Ladytron concert the other night- hot hot hawt!
8) I love artichokes
9) I was vegan for years until very recently, chocolate is such a weakness
10) My favourite animal is a marsupial mole
11) The grates are the best band ever
12) Melbourne is my fav city ever, but I love Glasgow
13) I am in my 7th year of uni. Seriously
14) My boyfriend is renting out my flat with my dog
15) I can't read those clocks with hands to save myself
16) I love horseriding
17) The last time I DJed I made indie kids dance to Beyonce. Oh yes they will repent and change their ways...
18) I am getting exhausted...
19) I love lime
20) I am really really happy at the moment
Ok that was really long- what's your one thing?
He he... I'm over my hating boys week. I realised that too many of you were too nice. And I've got a play date, which Dante is fine with. How hot is that 
I think I've got the best lover of all time! Can anyone top that?
Went to a train station the other night and took a photo for you
I think I've got the best lover of all time! Can anyone top that?
Went to a train station the other night and took a photo for you
So I have decided that bar Dante, my friends, and all you beautiful SG boys, boys so totally suck. Huge exceptions hey? Some of my best friends are boys etc....
Since moving to this stoopid country I have had nothing but fucking 90210 moments with them all. Euston is not the OC and I hate them all. I mean seriously, who at age 30 has tiffs with people? Jesus! They so totally suck and I am never ever ever talking to another boy... EVER! You British boys are yet to win me over...
It's officially been 30 seconds since I wrote this and I am calming down really quickly. But my sentiment remains. I like girls!
Since moving to this stoopid country I have had nothing but fucking 90210 moments with them all. Euston is not the OC and I hate them all. I mean seriously, who at age 30 has tiffs with people? Jesus! They so totally suck and I am never ever ever talking to another boy... EVER! You British boys are yet to win me over...
It's officially been 30 seconds since I wrote this and I am calming down really quickly. But my sentiment remains. I like girls!
I woke up really ill today. I wasn't sure why until my friend Cassie sent me these pics of my Saturday night
People are such meaning machines. I try really hard in life not to add meaning to human action. If someone says they're pissed off and going home it means they're pissed off and going home. Not that they hate me, or that I'm the reason they're pissed off, or that I'm evil or bad or will never speak to them again. It saves a lot of agro and makes for some really comfortable friendships. And it means I always see such real beauty in everyone I meet. I can genuinely say I have never met someone I hate.
It also means I miss a lot of really obvious shit though. I am really questioning if one of my friends is really a friend at the moment. Sadly he is one of the three people I know in this city too! He works in the music industry, and I've loved him for years. He never kept in touch while I was at home but I just figured he was busy, that's all. But since I came to London he has refused to even talk to me outside of work. He won't answer my calls either. Or see me any time other than at bands- the one time I managed to go to dinner with him he bought a band along too. He's just busy I figured. Then last weekend he invited me to Manchester. So I went. I spent $200 and gave up a weekend cause he said he wanted to spend some time together up there. I got there Saturday morning. Finally at 8pm on Saturday he messaged inviting me to *surpirse* a band, so I walked half way across the city and paid $10 to see this shitty band. He stayed for 1 full song- 3.5minutes- and left. That was our 'weekend' in Manchester. I thought he was just busy but now I'm wondering if he actually just doesn't care. Is it a fine line between not caring and not having the time? Does it matter? Why do I feel like this? It seems petty.
He upsets me because he makes me question the nature of my friendships. Everyone I know is so deeply amazing and beautiful, and I can say of all my friends that I would happily fall on swords for them knowing they would do the same. And I know they're alway going to be a part of me. He makes me doubt this- it's a kind of a fragile fabric. Once you tug at the edges with these questions it unravels too easily.
The last, and only person, I have ever given up on though I genuinely miss to this day. He thinks I am unkind, I just could never tell him how much I hurt. I don't want to feel regret like that again.
Should I tell him to fuck off or should I be patient?
Meanwhile my sheets arrived today- how rock is my new bed:
I may be lonely, but at least I get to sleep with 100s of 50's pin up girls! HAWT
It also means I miss a lot of really obvious shit though. I am really questioning if one of my friends is really a friend at the moment. Sadly he is one of the three people I know in this city too! He works in the music industry, and I've loved him for years. He never kept in touch while I was at home but I just figured he was busy, that's all. But since I came to London he has refused to even talk to me outside of work. He won't answer my calls either. Or see me any time other than at bands- the one time I managed to go to dinner with him he bought a band along too. He's just busy I figured. Then last weekend he invited me to Manchester. So I went. I spent $200 and gave up a weekend cause he said he wanted to spend some time together up there. I got there Saturday morning. Finally at 8pm on Saturday he messaged inviting me to *surpirse* a band, so I walked half way across the city and paid $10 to see this shitty band. He stayed for 1 full song- 3.5minutes- and left. That was our 'weekend' in Manchester. I thought he was just busy but now I'm wondering if he actually just doesn't care. Is it a fine line between not caring and not having the time? Does it matter? Why do I feel like this? It seems petty.
He upsets me because he makes me question the nature of my friendships. Everyone I know is so deeply amazing and beautiful, and I can say of all my friends that I would happily fall on swords for them knowing they would do the same. And I know they're alway going to be a part of me. He makes me doubt this- it's a kind of a fragile fabric. Once you tug at the edges with these questions it unravels too easily.
The last, and only person, I have ever given up on though I genuinely miss to this day. He thinks I am unkind, I just could never tell him how much I hurt. I don't want to feel regret like that again.
Should I tell him to fuck off or should I be patient?
Meanwhile my sheets arrived today- how rock is my new bed:
I may be lonely, but at least I get to sleep with 100s of 50's pin up girls! HAWT
Thanks for your amazing feedback on my last/first set. It was hot!!! And verrrry encouraging oh-so-occasionally creepy all in one. And that doesn't happen everyday. I have another set in mind already...
I have finally found myself an extortionately expensive room in London and am feeling far more settled and poverty stricken. And since I bought a giant rat stuffed toy my devo-the-whippet withdrawal anxiety is subsiding a little. He's a pretty rock dog. Robert Turner asked him to drum for BRMC once, which is pretty cool for a dog I figure even if he was joking. He has his own myspace page, you should add him as a friend. You won't regret it... 'cept if you're a cat or something. I think it's www.myspace.com/devos
And I got bored and took a photo of my belt which is here:
Strange how as you get older your belts get tamer. I'm clearly at the lame 'emo wannabe white belt stage'. What belt age are you at? I figure I'm three stages removed from sensible brown pleather belt now, and four "over" bullet studded black death trap. At the moment I can think of no better way to judge non-chronological age then by belts. Maybe beverages or something. There has to be a better way... fo'shizzle
I have finally found myself an extortionately expensive room in London and am feeling far more settled and poverty stricken. And since I bought a giant rat stuffed toy my devo-the-whippet withdrawal anxiety is subsiding a little. He's a pretty rock dog. Robert Turner asked him to drum for BRMC once, which is pretty cool for a dog I figure even if he was joking. He has his own myspace page, you should add him as a friend. You won't regret it... 'cept if you're a cat or something. I think it's www.myspace.com/devos
And I got bored and took a photo of my belt which is here:
Strange how as you get older your belts get tamer. I'm clearly at the lame 'emo wannabe white belt stage'. What belt age are you at? I figure I'm three stages removed from sensible brown pleather belt now, and four "over" bullet studded black death trap. At the moment I can think of no better way to judge non-chronological age then by belts. Maybe beverages or something. There has to be a better way... fo'shizzle
I miss my dog so much!!! Anyone want to loan me a whippet (or an italian boy) to ease my transition?
So I am in a total panic. I am moving to London for a year in two weeks, and as usual, seem to have not managed to organise things as I'd have hoped. I need to sell my flat, I need to confirm my puppies home, I need to make some belts, I need to find somewhere to stay over there, I need to find a job and I'm sure I am meant to have enrolled in Uni already or something. Still chaos is colourful, and I will always land on my feet... And it's like three overseas holiays rolled into one! Score!!!
