Hello.
When I was young I used to write in a journal almost everyday. Like Dead Poets Society, we had this English Teacher in year eight who seemed to inspire us all. We hated her at first, just to be sure. She made us keep a journal as an assignment. Because I was interested in these kinds of things, I took it serious and didn't stop writing until I moved out of home. I was an angsty young thing, so not full of carpe diem ideology, so these books were full of self-loathing tripe. Two years ago I put them in a garbage bag and gave them to the garbologist who took them away and I never saw them again. And the moral of this story is that you should cross the road at pedestrian crossings and shut the gate by the swimming pool.
I have one journal semi-started this year, I stopped after a while. On one of these pages I wrote: I'm so bored I go to bed at 9:30. I'm tired because I get too much sleep because I have a calendar full of sleeping appointments and god fucking forbid if I miss one.
I still go to bed at 9:30, but just out of habit. So you begin to read again, and expand your mind. Going to Officeworks to photocopy travel guides. Three years since I moved here and I only just visited the library and borrowed instead of brought. It's more cost effective and Lonely Planet misses out on my fifty bucks.
And I realised: You can't multi-task while watching foreign language films. Being, you can't speak another language very well, so you have no hope without visual aid.
Who'd of thought hairdressing was one step away from a crummy job in sales and remember when I used to work for a sales and marketing company called 'Big Fish' and the lady from centrelink asked me if it was a fish and chip shop. It was funny because they were mean. I then got a job baking frozen bread at the supermarket.
I met a boy in the most unsuspecting place no dark street corners or perversions and he likes the same things as I do. I wish I had a bit more money so I can get my heart tattooed on my sleeve, but I'm going to Paris and Berlin [particularly to the zoo] and of course Leipzig, how fun! I guess I'll just pin it there until I get the moolah - and wait until the world turns around again.
Nitzer Ebb was great and I had to leave precisely as they finished because all hairdressers work on Saturday, no questions! It's going to be great at that festival. I'm too conspicuous on my own in a semi-empty room. Stop looking at me. I only drink bourbon and vodka. I haven't thrown up in five years, yes it's true!
Also, when I was young, about seven or eight, I wanted to be a punk. Consider it achieved - what to do now?
Au revoir!
