A few short points.
You don't know what you've got til you ditch it for a month. I'm home. Got in this morning.
As soon as I stepped into the garden I was grinning stupidly at how awesome things were. All the leaves'd fallen off the trees and been replaced by glittering spider webs, which are fucking hard to photograph with my busted little camera. Something had made a little nest out of string. A bird, I assume. My ash tray, having not been emptied before I left and then left in the weather for a month turned to mulch and actually had worms living in it. I was fucking amazed, but I wanted a fag so they're living in the bottom of the bin now...
I forgot how cluttered my house is but after sitting at the computer for a few straight hours watching every GNW episode I missed plus extras, then going and watching Hyperdrive, I'm used to it again. I sholdn't be. I'm a hoarder, it's a problem. But all those flyers, posters and newspapers aren't going to collect themselves.
Thursdays are dull again. But at least there's ABC2.
This has me a little depressed. I've got no weekly outing now. Should get out and find another place before I go back to living like a hermit. Spleen is good. But it's on Mondays... I'll just shut up and go Google something.
New stuff:
Nose ring. Finally got around to buying one after never wanting a stud in the first place. I couldn't unscrew the bastard thing though to get it in, had to go back to the shop the next day and ask if she could put it in. She sat me down in the piercing room, put her gloves on, got a pair of pliers and set sights on my third nostril. It kinda hurt, even though she was just putting the jewelry in, not re-piercing it. At one point she said "I'm hurting you." Not a question, a statement and I just kept thinking 'You're a hot babe with an accent and dimple piercings, I don't care, keep touching my face.'
Another tatt. Got it same day as the nose ring actually, in Camden. I figured while I was there, surrounded by goth shops and stuff. Plus I had the money. If I waited til I got back into Melbourne I would've spent it on cigarettes.
Glasses. Lost the old ones on Nemesis at Alton Towers. Dunno why I didn't think to take them off, they only had one arm, they would fall off my head if I was in a strong breeze or happened to glance at my shoes. Anyway, got two new pairs at Specsavers. So much cheaper than in Aus.
Hussar jacket. Also from that lovely suburb (I guess that's what you'd call it?). Dunno if I posted about it on here, I know I yelled a lot at Twitter about it but finding the one I wanted on the internet is fucking difficult and expensive. Maybe I'm just doing it wrong. Everything I want to buy on the net seems difficult and expensive. I hate online shopping.
Gloves. Red leather fingerless and studded. Camden. Really friendly shopkeepers. A bit too friendly actually, at one point I couldn't stand outside a shop to light my fag without a guy coming out to light it for me and then start talking about the boots he was selling. You can't rest. Luckily there's also a lot of pubs around.
Hitler shirt. Three guesses where I got it from.
Ushanka. Not from a shop in Camden, although I kinda wish I did buy one from there. I'd probably find one. I got it from the gift shop by Nelson's ship of all places. Sixty pounds. But I really really wanted it. At least I know my newest tattoo won't be the most regretful waste of money from that trip.
Bunch of other shit too. But this post is getting a bit longer than I intended and it's not worth typing them all up... Also I just realised it's 3am. I'm not really running on local time yet.
x. Shock
I'll upload some pictures when I've slept.
As soon as I stepped into the garden I was grinning stupidly at how awesome things were. All the leaves'd fallen off the trees and been replaced by glittering spider webs, which are fucking hard to photograph with my busted little camera. Something had made a little nest out of string. A bird, I assume. My ash tray, having not been emptied before I left and then left in the weather for a month turned to mulch and actually had worms living in it. I was fucking amazed, but I wanted a fag so they're living in the bottom of the bin now...
I forgot how cluttered my house is but after sitting at the computer for a few straight hours watching every GNW episode I missed plus extras, then going and watching Hyperdrive, I'm used to it again. I sholdn't be. I'm a hoarder, it's a problem. But all those flyers, posters and newspapers aren't going to collect themselves.
Thursdays are dull again. But at least there's ABC2.
This has me a little depressed. I've got no weekly outing now. Should get out and find another place before I go back to living like a hermit. Spleen is good. But it's on Mondays... I'll just shut up and go Google something.
New stuff:
Nose ring. Finally got around to buying one after never wanting a stud in the first place. I couldn't unscrew the bastard thing though to get it in, had to go back to the shop the next day and ask if she could put it in. She sat me down in the piercing room, put her gloves on, got a pair of pliers and set sights on my third nostril. It kinda hurt, even though she was just putting the jewelry in, not re-piercing it. At one point she said "I'm hurting you." Not a question, a statement and I just kept thinking 'You're a hot babe with an accent and dimple piercings, I don't care, keep touching my face.'
Another tatt. Got it same day as the nose ring actually, in Camden. I figured while I was there, surrounded by goth shops and stuff. Plus I had the money. If I waited til I got back into Melbourne I would've spent it on cigarettes.
Glasses. Lost the old ones on Nemesis at Alton Towers. Dunno why I didn't think to take them off, they only had one arm, they would fall off my head if I was in a strong breeze or happened to glance at my shoes. Anyway, got two new pairs at Specsavers. So much cheaper than in Aus.
Hussar jacket. Also from that lovely suburb (I guess that's what you'd call it?). Dunno if I posted about it on here, I know I yelled a lot at Twitter about it but finding the one I wanted on the internet is fucking difficult and expensive. Maybe I'm just doing it wrong. Everything I want to buy on the net seems difficult and expensive. I hate online shopping.
Gloves. Red leather fingerless and studded. Camden. Really friendly shopkeepers. A bit too friendly actually, at one point I couldn't stand outside a shop to light my fag without a guy coming out to light it for me and then start talking about the boots he was selling. You can't rest. Luckily there's also a lot of pubs around.
Hitler shirt. Three guesses where I got it from.
Ushanka. Not from a shop in Camden, although I kinda wish I did buy one from there. I'd probably find one. I got it from the gift shop by Nelson's ship of all places. Sixty pounds. But I really really wanted it. At least I know my newest tattoo won't be the most regretful waste of money from that trip.
Bunch of other shit too. But this post is getting a bit longer than I intended and it's not worth typing them all up... Also I just realised it's 3am. I'm not really running on local time yet.
x. Shock
I'll upload some pictures when I've slept.