roadtrip

tomorrow i am headed home, not being from melbourne orriginally, because my grandmother is in hospital with some kind of scary heart thing, and i'm a little worried. at the same time, there is nothing i detest in life more than returning to the middle-sized town in north east victoria where i was born and schooled.

this is pretty odd, because i'm the first person to say how kick-ass my childhood/schoolness was. for eighteen years a had a ball. you might have seen a small hand-printed sign on your way into the city limits that read 'fun towne. population: me'

but somehow, returning there now creeps me the hell out. i can't escape the sensation that i'm a tourist somewhere that should feel like home, but doesn't. my disfunction is all over the place, too. for example, when i see a new shop opened or an old one absent, i get like one of those old men who can't deal with change. other times i feel as though the place is dying. sometimes i can't breathe.

seriously, what's up with that?

fifty posts!

like john cusack says in my favorite movie, it's not what you're like, it's what you like. i am going to try and let you get to know me a little better by giving you a bunch of top 5 lists as to me.

movies:
#1: high fidelity
#2: four weddings and a funeral
#3: over the top
#4: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
#5: grosse point blank

books:
#1: snow falling on cedars, by david gutterson
#2: all the pretty horses, by cormac mccarthy
#3: the stand, by stephen king
#4: a tale of two cities, by charles dickens
#5: great expectations, by charles dickens

bands:
#1: tegan & sara
#2: belle & sebastian
#3: at the drive-in
#4: the arcade fire
#5: broken social scene

things to do:
#1: wandering around markets while drinking good coffee
#2: kissing
#3: drinking cocktails on the beach
#4: reading
#5: browsing bookshops

places:
#1: manila
#2: mooroopna, pre 2003
#3: port fairy
#4: on a plane, headed home
#5: melbourne


that's all for now.

real conversations, real lives

conversations from work i may have taken part in...

PART ONE





guy 1: hey, know how i know you're gay?




guy 2: how?




guy 1: i saw you having sex with a dude. ZING!




guy 2: that's because you were the dude.




guy 1: your mum is a dude.




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guy (noticing girls leopard-print stillettos): nice stripper shoes.




girl: these aren't stripper shoes! stripper shoes have, like, a six inch plastic heel, and they're...




guy: hey hey, hold up. sorry i'm not a big expert in stripper-shoeology, like you are.




girl (distressed): but i'm not an expert in stripper shoeology!




guy: i never really look at their shoes anyhow...




(silence in office)

domestic duties

this morning i have been concerning myself with issues of house. mainly, lots of things i should do around the place but tend to, er... not. i'm just about to grab my g&t (at 11am! i know...) and wander around the place picking up all the crap i have a habit of leaving everywhere before, maybe, cleaning the shower. mine is a life to envy!

i'm also looking at houses! soon the lease is up and i'm moving back to where my heart is, which is westgarth, but house-wise it might end up being more of a clifton hill/fitzroy north type thing.

i've also been flirting with a very cute audio-typist from work, mainly via e-mail. can't think of anything else exciting to write, time to clean...

why does every girl i date

end up like this?

lolcatz