analith

I got stood up for lunch today. It was pretty funny actually. My friend Claire, and we always make plans ages in advance. Ive accidentally stood her up before, so Im not worried about it really - its just one of those things that happen.

But, the funniest thing happened while I was waiting for her to not show up, under the clocks at Flinders Street Station. Emo kids. Little fucking emo kids fighting each other - like two gangs of emo kids, calling each other filthy little emos and both defending the fact that they arent emo. Ha ha! I really wanted to get up and tell both groups to go back to their respective corners, face the fact that they are all emo and cry. If I had a set of steak knives, I would have distributed them. Oh, emo kids. You make me laugh!!!

And - on that note, I wonder if these kids realise that it is not cool to hang out underneath the clocks at Flinders Street Station. When I was younger and I was very fucking pop-punk - I used to make fun of the other little punk-goth (which, come to think about it, was my generations emo) kids who used to hang out underneath the clocks at Flinders Street Station. We used to laugh at them on our way to underage gigs at Wall Street - which was what the Hi-Fi Bar and Ballroom used to be called - back in the day - when it had that awesome tartan carpet.

Oh... the memories.

In other news - there is only 10 - count them, 10 - days until I fuck off!!!