exasperation .

i am currently debating with myself about whether i should go thrifting. this idea has been greatly influenced by aforementioned lookbook, and also the fact that i am poor (truth) and need more clothes (speculative).

although i have attempted to enter charity stores in the past, i generally walk out within a few minutes. it’s probably all about the mindset, and i figured that if i could break free of the other typical ideals from my background, why can’t i let go of this one?

it all comes down to the power of the brain. or the lack of…

handyman .

today i will allow you all to glimpse an extremely shallow part of my character. have i ever told you that i really liked shoes?

well, in light of the sudden understanding that a shelf will not build itself, i finally did some shelf building yesterday.

it was a little difficult at first, mostly because wood is soft and a wrench is hard (and rather painful when you drop on your feet).

but slowly and surely i assembled my new shoe rack! the only problem is, there are three more shoe spaces before i’ll need to buy myself a new one.

one day .

soundtrack: rihanna; cry // thoughts: about one day

i turned 18 and graduated today. it’s also the first time i’ve blogged three days in a row. how momentous.

i spent my birthday graduating, avoiding photographs, walking around wbj with lucy and cleaning my room. don’t feel sorry for me; i wanted to do every single one of these things more than anything else i could have been doing, except maybe going to star city and getting my $20 of free pokies money. my now clean room (although i haven’t vacuumed yet) is extremely comforting, and i feel like i’ve almost made a new beginning. all i need now is maths homework…

illogical .

soundtrack: lifehouse; only one // thoughts: of these wondrous mysteries…

edit: photos of big lucy’s 18th here!

slightly euphoric due to my fantastic weekend. tired too, but that will be easily solved in a few hours by the thoughtless, senseless pass time of sleep. i keep dreaming about the most random things, like people i haven’t seen in a long time, and situations i’ve never been in. i wake up, wonder if they’re true for a moment, and then become confused. i thought our dreams were meant to reflect what we think about in the daytime? if that’s true, my brain has been thinking about a lot of random shit without me realising…

links .

soundtrack: ross copperman; all she wrote // thoughts: that girl’s just like me

sydney uni is pretty cool. lecturers are pretty funny. shoes are pretty awesome. sales are very awesome. life is not very awesome. extension history major work is not awesome. maths is not awesome but a little awesomer than major projects. maths homework is gay. stupid people are gay. people are stupid. i am stupid. i am tired. i am…

like the last time .

soundtrack: some asian song // thoughts: are exahusted

developed a strange obsession with walking past very expensive shops (like tiffany) and considering spending half the contents of my bank account on something inside. then i slap myself (internally) and pull myself away.

falling over myself with all the work i have to do and realising that if i actually learned something at the beginning of the year it wouldn’t be so bad. but at least i’m trying.

should be so lucky to make it out of all this alive.

and can’t seem to stop thinking about… all the times you used to make me smile