everytime you close your eyes

So fella’s, here’s an update on my life at the moment, things are actually pretty swingin’ aside from the fact that my nose piercing is in trauma and my lymph nodes are swollen. Yesterday I had an interview at Grill’d which was great, and I’m 80% sure I have a job there, the manager is a rad dude and their chips are awesome. Like the thought of them actually makes me drool a bit, ok, enough of that. I’m doing a show for Guanabana on tuesday which should be good fun, and I get a $50 gift voucher out of it, so I’m keen. After listening to this guy called Jaxon’s album, which I didn’t like whatsoever, I was talking to ben about it and apparently I just ‘don’t understand.’ No, how about, the music is not enjoyable to listen to and I actually happen to have my own opinions on what I like that may not exactly mirror yours, foolish boy. New things in my life include a top sporting lips all over it, high waisted ripped black shorts, new boots finally (which were kind of necessary because I looked like a bit of a hobo..well, more than a bit) and a new brooch mum and I picked up at a garage sale for $2, but is apparently sterling silver so it’s worth heaps more, yew! Went to the beach for the first time in ages last week and got a deathly burn, but it was pretty lovely in there, the water was nice too, once you got used to it and you stopped freezing your ass off. I ate a whole thing a brie this afternoon..to myself. I think I have hollow legs. OH AND I GREW, so I now stand at a somewhat exceptionally tall 180cm, gentle giant my friends, gentle giant. Except for those times where I’m not gentle, but let’s not go there. Tegan’s day of birthing is coming up soon and I have to figure out something to get her, and once I locate the odditorium, I’ll take her there and pay for her thing. It will be amazing. My only ideas for my design and fashion major project at the moment is some massive ball gown with a crinoline underneath (sort of elizabethan undergarment which has hoops and creates a somewhat ‘bell’ skirt) out of recycled denim, white lace, chain and studs. But I don’t know, I think hardcore-ish things are more my style, rather than some prissy dress. Don’t get me wrong though, I’m sure some people make excellent ones, but s’not really for me. I remember the days when I could write 1000+ word blogs with no problem, I guess I don’t have such a drama-filled exciting life these days, but bring on the beach and chai lattes, and I will be a very happy gal.