i'm doing it for the thrill

Home from work, at last!

Yesterday was summer-sunny, so approximately one million university students made the most of it at Oktoberfest celebrations at the ANU bar. Lots of beer, lots of people, ran into a few we knew. We left, then came back at 9pm and it was madness...I have never seen so many wasted people in the same place at the same time. Anyway. It was hilarious.

Tomorrow I have work, then I suppose I will quickly change in the dirty staff toilets into a slinky outfit and high heels for the two 21st birthday parties I will be attending.

No time for makeup, showers are for suckers.

And then I assume I will be a complete bitch on Sunday, so for that I do apologise (poor Mitchell!).


I am tired. And why doesn't my phone ever ring when I want it to?

i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else

Things I want right now: a text message from the person I'm still in love with, a bar of dark chocolate, a bottle of white wine, a packet of cigarettes, a good night's sleep, slow kissing and sex, longer hair, a new exciting job, minimalist clothing, tights without holes, for him to say that he loves me too, more shoes, close friends to giggle with, a hot shower, warmer weather, a balcony, a wild party in a hotel room, a cup of coffee.

I'm sitting in my dark bedroom letting my computer choose it's own music. It makes more interesting and varied choices than I do anyway.

he just stares at the wall

Went out last night for Sallecchia's birthday dinner in the city at this Italian place. I ordered the stuffed eggplant. Met up after dinner with ex-housemates to go and support Hugh (it was the EP launch for his band Kasha).

Although it was freezing, raining and the venue was a semi-dodgy scout hall, it was a really good turnout- lots of skinny indie kids in Doc Martens with cans of beer. We muscled our way to the front and yelled out encouraging things such as "Hugh Deacon is an exceptionally good drummer!" and "Hugh is the best member of the band!" much to his embarrassment. Lots of people were buying the CD's! So yeah. That was good.

Now I am sadly at home with some retarded form of food poisoning, and I would just like to clarify:

---I DID NOT CONSUME ALCOHOL LAST NIGHT AND I DEFINITELY AM NOT HUNGOVER! ---

IT MAY HAVE BEEN THE EGGPLANT. I don't know. Fuck the non-believers! I'm just fucking ill ok. It happens ocassionally.

they are walking orgasms

Last night: chilled with some pet rats, lounged around with the hoes, stayed up reminiscing about our college days and squealing and eating a buttload of watermelon. Delicious. I love those girls. Then headed over to my old sharehouse, watched some "Entourage" and played video games. Well, I didn't. They did.

I need to start properly washing my make-up off at night. Lately I've just been falling into bed wherever whenever with a dirty face and waking up the next morning less than radiant. Oh no!

do you have a dollar for me

Just as well I'm having a night in watching "Gossip Girl" with my bitches because it's really cold and wet and rainy outside. Maybe I'll even bring my heated blanket!

i'm like this hot chick that you can't even touch

I had a good day. Things I did:

(1) Woke up next to ex-boyfriend who I still think is the bomb. Whoops.

(2) Consumed a chocolate cupcake for breakfast, courtesy of my ex-housemate.

(3) Went shopping. Again.

(4) Broke it down to Uffie in my bedroom. All day long...she's so fucking BAD ASS.

(5) Cooked a delicious vegetarian tofu stir-fry for dinner.

anytime anywhere

Fuck. I have been so run down lately.

I rebelled against my exhaustion by staying up late last night watching "Skins," waking up early this morning to hit the gym (hard), and spending two hours (and a large chunk of my pay) shopping.

Now I'm just munching on some wholegrain spinach and ricotta pasta and deliberating over whether I should take a little nap to recharge my batteries. I think YES.

also, can i just say...

Holy poo!


(LOUIS VUITTON RTW SPRING 2010, photo from jak&jil)

WHAT'S UP LOUIS VUITTON SHOES?

So I actually think they're kind of amazing...in a really whacked-out way...kind of like there are tiny little alpacas clinging to the toe of the shoe...

i'm in miami bitch

Went out last night, had an illegally good time with my bros and hoes for a birthday. The birthday girl cooked us chicken stir-fry (tofu in my case) at her house, absorbed a couple of bottles of wine and got silly. Headed out after and I became intoxicated as the night wore on...I may have said or done some embarrassing things. Sorry Mitchell! Then we all hit up McDonald's and gorged ourselves on apple pies and fries and danced around at 1am at a children's playground somewhere.

Had work today and was completely exhausted and bitchy, as Jamal and I ended up having a MARATHON "Entourage" session the night before and didn't get home until 3am. Whaddup eight hours of sleep in two days.

My bedroom has protested against my absence by throwing up over itself, then eating it, and throwing it back up again in the form of shoes everywhere, dirty socks, underwear hanging from the ceiling fan etc.

i gotta feeling

Why, thankyou for the kind offer Melyn! But no, you have it, because I have to study tonight. No really, please enjoy. Knock it back. Good girl.

I can't wait until I knock this essay out of the way- my friends are going out tonight, and I am so jealous because I've been trapped in this bedroom for three days straight trying to write this, while the others get to go out and party like it's 1999. I'm practically a fucking SAINT.

Well. Guys. Please get drunk and vomit on at least one taxi driver for me. Thanks.

but i have promises to keep and miles to go before i sleep

I'm blogging more frequently as a result of being at my desk more frequently (I have a literature essay due in two days which I haven't started). All I can think about is getting drunk as a skunk with my best buds.

Today was rainy and cool- perfect for a long sleep-in, leisurely breakfast, hot shower, grey wool dress and thick patterned tights, snuggles in bed and the new season of "Dexter."

every little thing she does is magic

If I owned this dress I would wear it every single day with messy hair and no make-up.


(PRADA FALL 2009)

Also, my life fucking sucks right now and I need a new game plan. Things I need/want to do include: finishing this literature essay in the next couple of days, buying new black socks that don't have holes in them, and planning a dinner and drinks night for my favourite people to cheer myself up.

things i did today

(1) Rolled out of bed.

(2) Fashioned myself a delicious breakfast, as always (it's my non-negotiable).

(3) Completed my two-hour Sociology exam in my pyjamas.

(4) Took Mini Fifi to see "500 Days of Summer" at the cinema (which was actually cute and rather lifelike).

(5) Went to see my ex-boyfriend like a retard. No surprises there.

i don't even know what's going on with the papayas

Blew off studying today to hit the shops with Mummy Fifi for five hours. Oh well. Sociology 101 will just have to wait. In the first photograph, I have chocolate mousse on my mouth. I only just realised that...do I always have to be such a loser?

we would have had a boy called tom and a girl called susan

...I'm about ten minutes away from accidentally rubbing this puppy bald from too much vigorous petting, and then I'll have to give it back to my cousin Emma tomorrow with some explanation as to why her six-month old puppy appears to have developed alopecia over a 24-hour period.

day n nite

I just tipped pasta and cheese on my floor accidentally. I'm disgusting (I type this as I eat previously mentioned floor pasta. I'm starving. Please don't judge).

Anyway. Got down and dirty with my girls on Thursday night, which was all well and good, very positive, very fun, except I ran into my ex-boyfriend and ended up going home with him like the weak-willed urchin that I am. Except that...I was not the only one!! Naughty naughty.

Alright, I am sorry. I shouldn't have escaped the club with all your ID's in my purse. That was wrong. But I still love you the most! Girls rock! Yep.





Also, anyone: where the shit is my leather jacket? You bitches! (Again, my fault because I left. My bad).

if you close the door

Trying to decide whether or not to hit the clubs tonight. I'm not feeling that great, but my new shoes could really go for an outing (or a hobble from a cab to a club, anyway). I suppose it would be nice to see my friends.

What do you think, Edie?