Hommme.

I'm so tirrrrred. I got off the coach and had to go straight to work. Which I'm starting to not like as much. Dude, I'm just not a sporty person, simple as that. I know most of the kids love me, I'm great at the interpersonal stuff. But I simply cannot fake a love of sports. Especially when they get hyper and decides to be flippin' wenches. *sigh*

Anyway, I'm home now. And tired. And a bit bored. But mostly happy. I got to spend a lot of time with Kaydance which was brilliant. Oh, and Sandy's pregnant again. Still processing that one...

Why has noone got Lisa Mitchell's new album?

Gods, I'm in such a whiny mood, apparently. Time for a nap.

All that we'll have is this photograph...

So I didn't go to the math exam. I went to the Central Coast instead. Irresponsibility and all that stuff kicked in, I panicked and I left town. Take that, The Man. Of course, I received messages afterwards that were along the lines of, "Wow, the exam was pretty easy, huh?" Que my slapstick deadpan face. So it looks like I'm doing math again next year!

But on the plus side, I'm finished uni for the year. Yay for that. Except that I have TWELVE WEEKS OFF. I'm gonna need a hobby or something. Hunh. Start taking advantage of these awesome beaches I'm surrounded by, perhaps?

I saw some brilliant band whose name I have no idea of last night, at the View Factory. It was the first time I've been to that place, I was pretty impressed. Small, but still rad. If only certain pikers hadn't decided that being social was more important than listening to good music. Maybe it's me, maybe my priorities are all mixed up... yup, that sounds pretty likely, actually. Still, I thought it was a great night.

So now I'm off to coffee on Beaumont Street. Then the train for THREE AND A HALF HOURS. Will be totally worth it once I'm hugging my bubba though. =D

Happy birthday, mumma. xox

Motivation... such an aggravation...

Again with the lack of motivation. I had most of a free day today and only managed to get my math folder from my car to my lounge room.

Only the plus side, I did clean the interior of my car, wash all my pants and go to work for two hours. Plus I watched, like, four episodes of Xena. So while I may fail my math exam and have to repeat the unit next year, I'll save fuel from a much-lighter car, I'll be able to wear pleasant-smelling jeans for tomorrow night and I've got the knowledge on how to break off a tree bough from ten metres away in order for it to fall on a dude I'm fighting (it involves a crazyass chakra that apparently doubles as a chainsaw when you throw it hard enough).

And I got a uniform. Rad.

Exams approaching... study hurt brain...

I'm sitting in my giant red beanbag waiting to go to the gym. It'll be the first really productive thing I've done all day. I did go to the library for a couple of hours this morning, but I don't feel like I achieved all that much. I'm just not an exam person! I'm more of an essay person, dude. I know that essays don't really test knowledge or whatever but I'm just happier to sit and study and prepare something but remembering things in a cohesive fashion? Not my strength.

*sigh*

I just have to keep reminding myself that I'm nearly done... two more exams... six more days...

I'm going to take some valuable advice and youtube 'italian woman parking' and 'fainting goats'. That sounds much more productive.

Homework sucks.

Time for one of my aforementioned 'homework sucks' blogs.

So once again, I've left shit until the last possible moment. I have my 1005 exam at midday tomorrow and I started studying for it at about 1 this arvo. What a dick. I'm over it by now. I've done about three hours study altogether (I had a shift at work). That's enough, right?? I figure I'm not gonna get much done now anyways if I'm so reluctant to do anything. I'll get up way early in the morning and head to uni and memorise all these masses of crap so I can spew it all back onto the page tomorrow.

*crosses fingers*

Bitter & Twisted

Today can be summed up in one word: radxcorebro.

This woman is possibly the most gorgeous person I have ever set eyes on. She's quirky, beautiful and has such an amazing voice.

In fact, I think I'm cured -- I like the ladies.

Bitter & Twisted was today. Mike and I traversed the distance from Hamilton to Maitland via the train, which was something I hadn't done for a long while. The festival was in the gaol, which was an ultra-awesome setting for a gig, I have to say.

The sole reason I went to this gig? The heavenly being that is Kate Miller-Heidke had a one-hour set. And it was brilliant. Absolutely awesome. Those that piked out? You suck and should forever feel a huge empty void where this gig would have sat. I'm just saying.

Please ignore the orientation of these vids. Just rotate your head 90 degrees anti-clockwise and you'll manage just fine.



See? And for Farnham goodness:



She played a lot off Little Eve, thank the gods. I love that album so damn much. She did manage to slip in some of her newer stuff too, from Curiouser. Like:



Of course, there was masses of beer. And prison-experience goodness. Mitch was there, as was Bronson. And a new boy, Mark. He was... interesting. I know nothing about him at all, so no judgements can be made. But he was... interesting, yes.

Of course, Josh Pyke was there, too. I'm a fan, it's just that... so much of his music sounds the same, you know? I'm just glad he managed to get this one in:



I'm really tired, so I'm sure I'm not doing the day justice. As long as I'm getting across that it was FUCKING BRILLIANT, then my job here is done.

I need some sleep :(

I am procrastinations bitch.

No! Bad Alias producers! You do not get to end on a cliffhanger like that! Yes I am from your future and I know Vaughn and Sydney end up together again and that Will is alive and that Sydney has been some sort of brainwashed agent or something for the past two years but hey! I do not own season three and now I am left with a big stupid sack of questions I need answer to!

*deep breaths*

I joined the gym today. Hopefully that will add to my whole new getting-fit goal. It's more likely that it'll end up just being a vacuum of my precious moneys but hey, what can you do? A 12-month contract is a 12-month contract. I suppose I'd best be using that as my motivation!

Anyway, I should be studying rather than distracting myself with anything I can find. My first exam is Tuesday. I have the Kate Miller-Heidke gig tomorrow so that only leaves Monday for studying now. Damn.