OK, I haven’t posted in a while. Thing is, I was looking at chapter 2 of my thesis and I decided it was a bit crap. Big issues, you know? And just to show you how big: it took me half a day to get the first paragraph in order, and it wasn’t even a very long paragraph. Things are going a little faster now, but it’s still provoking some hardcore cranial insanitosis. How sweet it would be to have a blank page again instead of one filled with little mistakes :(

Apart from that, the only thing on my mind is how I forgot to pick up cheese at the shops. Nothing much to blog about sorry!

I have to go edit now.

We went away for the weekend but I forgot to take any photos. Except for these ones of Tom and Tim having a thumb war. They both wanted to win pretty badly. And it got totally gay.

Mad cheating at thumb wars.

The solution.

A dude just rode past on a motor scooter wearing nothing but a helmet and his underpants, and yelling “woohoo!” He was even standing up on the scooter so everyone could see him. And this is on a busy street at three in the afternoon. Bizarre. And it’s not warm out there either.. the guy must have lost a bet or something.

Hi. The most interesting thing I did this week was I went to the Perth motor show. It was dull. The best part was buying and then trying to eat The Ultimate Double Whopper Burger on the way home. Actually, the burger wasn’t that big.

Man it’s been a boring week. Here’s a picture of a carpark. I’m going to go download some 30 Rock. cya.

So what’s been going on recently? Not a great deal. The only remotely interesting thing is that this seems to be the week of electrical things breaking. My bedside lamp died, I tore out a power point off the wall, an energy-saving globe broke the light in my ceiling fan and a fuse blew. I haven’t even put the rest of the energy-saving globes in yet so I expect more trouble. Plus my friends took back the washing machine they gave me. And I stepped on a bit of glass in the carpet. And I have a cold. And I have to wash everything by hand now.

OK so this has just turned into a general ‘woe is me’ rant hasn’t it? It must end.

Actually, I have these spots on my hands. They are a little itchy. I’m not sure how they got there, but here are the possibilities:

I went around to Liz’s place on Saturday night for the Yuri’s Night party, in honour of the first person in space. I didn’t bring a space suit but some people did. We listened to space-themed music and climbed up Liz’s tree house, where I may have been bitten on the hand by bugs or mosquitoes.

After that I went down to Capital where Tom had me on the door list. We went backstage and drank free beer. It was only a Grafton Primary / Harlequin League gig but the place was packed with a nightclub crowd and had a big backstage area in the basement so I felt like a VIP. Until, you know, I had to carry Tom’s CRT monitor up the back stairs and wait by the garbage bins for him to get the car.

No possible injuries there, but the next day I hired a ute and picked up an old washing machine, couch and fridge that Tom didn’t want any more. Except for the couch, these things were horribly filthy. The fridge had a fossilised daddy-long-legs in the bottom and the washer had a little pond in it from being left in the rain (ever tried getting pond scum out of a washing machine? it’s not cool). Either of these things might have carried some disease that I’m now suffering from. Or some ugly bug that bit me while I wasn’t watching.

Hey and right now there’s someone stealing butts from the ashtray on the porch next to mine. He’s not even wearing a shirt. Dammit, why can’t this place be gentrified already?

So, I moved in to my new apartment this week. Cleaning, shifting, lifting, crap everywhere, not being able to find things when I needed them. It sucked. Then the phone wouldn’t connect. Then my tv didn’t work. Then my fridge died. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

This is one of those moments, which I admit are increasingly common, when I have to stand back and realise that I am not really in control of my life.

On the upside, I got tagged by Nat, which makes me giddy much.

The phone line in my new apartment is busted and won’t be fixed until the weekend. Forgive me for not commenting on your blog or joining in on your lame facebook applications until then. kthxbye.

Halloween shopping bag from Canada’s Dollarama. Note the Halloween broccoli. Terrfying.

In Sydney airport I saw this handbag decorated with pictures of other handbags. IT WAS SO POSTMODERN MY BRAIN EXPLODED!

My new apartment in Perth. This is the only photo I took that didn’t have mess in it.

it’s raining. I’m glad that nobody else can enjoy being outside if I have to stay inside and do my homework.

Oh, did I tell you I’m moving into this apartment on Carrington street? It’s near, uh, stuff. Good stuff. Like Jumbo Video and Fremantle. And a bus stop. The apartment has more windows than I thought, but if it also has more of other stuff like roaches, bogan neighbours and tinyness, then I won’t be surprised.

In short: it’s raining, so go sit on it.