five hundred bottles of beer.
Yo, dudes. It has been quite some time. I don't have The Internet at my house any more, so I'm out of the habit of composing long-winded screeds for the pleasure of the masses. Up until now I have pretended that this is in fact an excellent thing, allowing me to put many productive hours into drawing, reading and writing. I have been one of those people you hate who gloat about not having The Internet, oh I am so much better without The Internet, I actually do stuff instead of checking my facebook! Blah blah. But now I am house-sitting and I have The Internet and oh my goodness, I am all addicted again.
This is how I imagine it will feel one day in middle age, after I get out of rehab and go to AA meetings and tell people that quitting drinking was the best decision of my life - and then one day someone (in my head probably Kate-Anna or Kiki, and I can't wait to experience both of those people in middle age) will hand me a G&T, and like Alice in Wonderland I'll innocently chug it down and suddenly remember the amazingly wonderful experience of drinking, or in this case The Internet, and never be able to stop. Ever.
Hrm.
NOW FOR A COMPRESSED COMPLAIN
1. Uni is moderate. I am having to drop a unit to cope with the workload, which is dumb, because the workload is not that dramatic really, but I am not functioning terribly well.
2. I don't get any magical payout from K-Rudd. I am below the Low Income Threshold. Read: I am too poor to receive government assistance.
3. My band broke up under horrid circumstances, ie one of the co-founders is a total jerk and spent basically all the band money, which was nearly $4000, and then dumped everyone in the band including the other founder to make a new lineup. He gave me $150, which is apparently all I deserve from playing 25-30 gigs. When I asked why we weren't splitting all the money evenly, he said that I didn't put as many hours into the band as he did, because he booked the gigs, and from his perspective the band money was his to spend. I hope the new improved version of the Lazy Railway fails dramatically. Fucker.
4. Tried to date a boy. Failed.
5. One of my housemates moved out and took the cat, Harrison Ford, with her. Even though she hadn't really lived with us for like two months and he slept on my bed and I loved him and I am sad that he is gone.
OK COMPRESSED HAPPY!
1. Kiki and I are getting kittens on Saturday!!! Mine will be called Triceratops.
2. Hatched went really well & I was happy with my work.
3. Arrested Development.
4. Dinosaur Comics.
5. Kate Beaton.
6. In the Pines: Too Much Wines!! (But mostly in a good way.)
7. Various Other Social Events: Also Too Much Of Various Alcoholic Drinks. (This should maybe not go in Happy. It is sort of uncertain, depending on the specific circumstances. But mostly happy.)
OK
I feel I have done my blogging duty by filling one and a half seconds of your life with mindless self-indulgent drivel. But I at least acknowledged that it is both mindless and self-indulgent. Good night!