So, WHO IS COMING WITH ME? Seriously, guys, I think there should totally be a club at uni where you can just grab gig buddies. IT'S $15. COME ON! I maybe click-clicking Saturday though so I MIGHT HAVE TO GET MYSELF SOME RECRUITS. Just one is enough, really!!!! So, let's hang out. I'll wear my highly sexual Harry Potter shirt, y/n? Or my equally, if not more, sexual Dan Rad shirt. Together, we can claim we knew the Arctic Monkeys before they sold out because WE'RE ELITE AND SUPERSTARZZZZ.



Rawr, so this week is just full of uni things. I actually have a few things due but I'm procrastinating like a moron, my god. Wednesday consisted of a lecture 8 IN THE MORNING and I fell asleep 3 times or so, I was just dead. Afterwards, I had some gorgeous coffee with a lovely new friend who is quite possibly the most awesome person I have met in a while. She's totally foxy and wears awesome op shop clothing, ah! & she lives near my sassy boyfriend. I bet you he's seen her around, as she is AS I'VE SAID, TOTALLY FOXY. We've already made ambitious plans to vintage shop it up in the city (& brunswick, SAAAAVERRRRS!!!) as well as attempt to have lunch for under $5. Together, we are awesome. And completely broke, ahaha.

OH, man, like there's this girl who used to go to my old school, but graduated a few years ahead of me, right, anyway she goes to my uni now. I was walking past her and she gave me the BIGGEST GODDAMN DEATH STARE IN THE UNIVERSE. For no reason. It was like Star Wars and she was the fugly emperor. I've never talked to her in my entire life. I guess she's just jealous because she's ugly and had the ugliest clumpy shoes on, bitch, what!

Hurrrr, my headaches appear daily. Kind of bad, right? I'm thinking it maybe my new sunglasses? I'm addicted to them, though. But they press these pressure points and just general ouchies for the next 4346 hours, bad. I also seriously think I've gained weight andd gotten fatter over the past week. I don't know. I feel really, like, big, despite what everyone's been saying. I just feel fatter, it's kind of horrible. I need to get over it, I think. I also think I need sleep because my sleeping pattern is still pretty screwed from the holidays and I find myself not sleeping at night and completely dead during the day.

My sassy boyfriend gave me flowers the other day. No reason, really, we met up after uni on Monday and he appeared with a bunch of roses. It was so wonderful, flowers rock me. They are currently in water, looking kind of depressed on my dressing table because they are surrounded my mess and mess and gross mess. J & I did ...nothing, really. We bought dinner and picnic-ed in the park, as we always did, best times ever. I won't be seeing him for a while because it's his cousin's wedding this weekend and we both have uni during next week. But, he turns 20 on Tuesday, and he's throwing a partay on the 18th, haaaaaaaaaa. He's sitting his cousins rad apartment for two weeks and I totally want to suprise him on his birthday and randomly show up (IN A FOXY NURSES OUTFIT? Y/N?) but we both annoyingly have full days of uni Tuesday and just boo. Unless I show up after uni, but then I'll be showing up in a nurses outfit, while holding an A1 black folio, a toolbox, and my book bag, complete with an irritated look and charcoal smeared on my hands. Foxy? N. Boo!

Um, um, I bought new shoes today. Observe my Keds. Mischa Barton affects me like this. It's sad.


I figured I needed new shoes because all I seem to wear are my green flip-flops (I HAVE A TAN OF THEM, YOU KNOW) and my chucks. And my red flats make too much noise down the hallway. AND, my black flats are a bit too formal for uni. So many reasons. Sick of going through them in my head so I bought shoes to STOP THINKING.

Yeah, so! Day off tomorrow, but must head out. Gallery assignment at the NGV and I need to renew my membership. Then, lunch with mumzy with a bit of dress shopping. I have this lame family friend wedding thing Sunday. Pretty dresses and insane prices will tire me out so I'll also be off to SAVERS. I have the determination to buy an entire outfit for $20. Tomorrow night, there's this mega big super secret event I'm attending, too. NO QUESTION, PLZ.

PEACE OUT, PLAYAH.