nice to meet you anyway

Also known as; A Post Full Of Things You Don’t Want Or Need To Know But I’m Going To Post Anyway.

Get the picture?

  Interestingly, if one googles this blog title, this image came up as the third hit. THIRD. Random, much. The first two, weren’t anything I’d post here so I used this one, though one of them did make me feel a lil sick so I suppose that could’ve worked. Was a big breakfast, I hate eggs.

The purpose of this post is partly to continue in the indulgence of my mood, but also to say that due to my current perpetual sickness I’m not sure if I’ll keep posting much. I will try but as I’m back at uni time is once again precious and this blog, self indulgent as it currently is, isn’t a priority. It might be more of a priority if anyone actually read it. If you get my drift.

The reason for my terrible mood is partly a bad mood that I let myself dwell on but can’t be bothered to get myself out of. Totally wiped when all i did today was go to a shop near me having a sale, and work [see: perpetual sickness]. Work was a drainer but the shopping made me happy. Very happy. New things have that effect on me, I need help.

I bought another pair of black heels, I’ve wanted them for ages but were to expensive. And a tshirt and a skirt. I might manage to post them cause I’m excited to wear them. But don’t count on it, cause, like, I KNOW you TOTALLY were.

“I’m like, the definition of LIC GAS”
quote from a book I read recently, young adult fiction called My Side of The Story. Main characters name, Jarold. Shit. Name.

I just signed up for twitter(ssp8) for a uni subject. How potentially cool. Though I’m sure inevitably annoying. The self indulgence of this blog will become even more abundently clear and I’ll end up feeling shit about myself and I won’t even be able to vent about it on here. Serves me right for choosing a subject called Internet Meets Society right?

Think of the new clothing stez. Nice to meet you anyway, I’m not always this…shit.

I was away at the snow, hence no posting. I am back. In case that hadn’t come across already.

I’m currently slaving away at work, ha, browsing chictopia.com and what not. Demanding customers today, occasionally rude, always annoying.

Very tired due to skiing all the time at the snow and me needing a phenomenal amount of sleep to function. Driving to work today it felt like the morning after a big night when you’re not really hung over but theres just that lingering feeling, you know? Only certain kinds of music are allowed and bright sunlight makes you feel more tired instead of warm and fuzzy.

Also, too cold because I wore a tee with a coat and scarf but of course at work not wearing the coat or scarf and I’m now cold. Scouted for an emergency cardi at lunch which could’ve been handy cause I need a new black one anyway, but I only found one that wasn’t too expensive and that was too small. Disappointing in the extreme. This blog is in serious danger of making no sense. I’m going out tonight, will see if I can get a photo for you, last time I went out I think I only posted it to chictopia, I don’t have to resize it to put it up there, username s_s if your interested. My phone is playing up and I’m about to close so I shall end this completely pointless post here, so nice to meet you anyway, have a good night!

Crazy busy, in a good way, cameras been playing up so outfit posts are somewhat mia but my brain is mia atm so thats probs for the best.

FASHION/LIFE ARITHMETIC:

sick+always tired+going out anyway = extremely tired & still sick

songs for sunday: cause you know, rumour has it its sunday. Though not for much longer. You know, theres something about being tired that makes me disinclined to use capital letters. Interesting, and completely irrational. Flight of the Conchords is over and I’m not watching the moto gp. I sort of wish I wasn’t.

Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore…
I got distracted. my bad.

london still - the waifs

the soloist in the living room - cold war kids

anything by the kooks. I’m commiserating the fact that their first ever melbourne show sold out in 5 minutes.

mercy - duffy

the longest road - morgan page

And I’m considering bed. Did I mention I got up at 11:50am today? Yeah. Almost 12 hours sleep. The night before was 15 or so hours. I’m almost sure theres something wrong with me.

I’m currently participating in one of the most painful and drawn out msn conversations EVER. It’s my own fault, I started it, but she’s was in the same group at school and she’s at my uni so I see her occasionally and eugh. Why must it be so HARD. So I know the people your friends with at school aren’t gonna be your friends for life usually but its so strained! Just cause she’s not my best friend doesn’t mean it needs to be this difficult. She never was my best friend either so it really shouldn’t be awkward or anything.

I’ve noticed that I’m struggling to keep up with my best friends from school though, one moved away to uni which explains a lot but we’re going skiing together soon and all will be well. The other one though, whenever I see her fleetingly these days it seems to consist of me looking at her incredulously as she describes some situation with her *insert important person here*. Whether its friends, boyfriend, family member, whatever, she still deals with things the same as she did a year or two ago. The girls almost 19 you’d think she’d have grown up a bit by now but apparently not. It becomes increasingly hard to give her a pep talk about how she shouldn’t make things bigger than they are when I’ve given her the same talk hundreds of times and its yet to make the blind bit of difference!

Ok so now that you’ve learnt more than you ever needed to know about my best friend and I…

songs for sunday

my favourite game - the cardigans

american boy - estelle ft. kanye west

whistle for the choir - the fratellis

i will possess your heart - death cab for cutie

slow dancing in a burning room - john mayer

Today I rushed out the door thinking I should take a pic of my outfit when I get home, it’s quite blog worthy. Didn’t happen. I got home and I barely remember the next few hours. I know there was a couch, Gilmore Girls and tracksuit pants. At some point I managed to make a large coffee. There was lots of foam, thanks to the fantabulous coffee machine* my mum gave my dad for his 60th. This level of tiredness is unexplainable other than the fact its rather common [in steph land that is]. It also leads to a level of delirium that leads me to say some very bizarre things, often over msn. see: title. Yes I said that to my friend. I think he’s going to have me committed.

Na just kidding. Last night I told my friend to get primordial on that sharks ass, cause his name had kill sharks in it. Then he tried to convince me primordial was spelt primorial. He said haha, no d, you don’t mix it with water to make a sweet drink. Which was a sweet call. But he was wrong. Which I thought was pretty funny. Thought I’d share that with you all.

I’m busy with nothing at the moment so blogging is, as always, sporadic at best.

- got woken up at 4.45am by my best friend, lets call her Optus [shes a phone person] telling me her boyfriend had a car accident and she had to go pick him up and take him home and got completely freaked out, hence the phone call.