off-chart behaviour

pretty nifty day today. em and i went to freo to stock up on british food for australia day tomorrow (no, we're not patriots) and we decided to duck into mills records on our way home because it's dingy and messy, like all good cd shops. anyway, we were just looking for the futureheads second album when, lo and behold, we came across the new franz ferdinand which isn't officially released until tomorrow! that was a find and a half. then i made a sponge cake.

you know, i think that before you sign up for a blog there should be some kind of aptitude test. i mean, does anyone actually want to read this shit? it's not funny or profound. oh well, it's not like we're going to run out of cyberspace anytime soon.

undercover lover's been playing my 45s

my priceless left shoe



all of franz ferdinand + a roadie playing the one drum kit



em and i and our favourite mystery jets.



flying inflatable crocodile during late of the pier



santogold



southbound 09

we danced to the sound of sirens

so that was my sunday night. you can totally see kele and russell through the blurriness of em's camera phone.
incidentally i'd really like to get out of the house and spend some time with people who aren't related to me. and find a party and get really drunk. and see hsm3.
damn the cribs for pulling out of southbound.

i ain't freaking, i ain't fakin' this

what an eventful week it's been. got drunk at chelsey's party on saturday and completely failed to get sidney naked or do something inappropriate with crackie but i did make $20 off josh for sculling the end of a bottle of vodka, which turned out to be a bit of a mistake because i couldn't help aleena, who turned out to be one of those crying drunks. but i didn't throw up, make out with a girl or have a hang over which was pretty good.
then at some point i found out more tickets were available for bloc party but had accepted that i wasn't going so didn't press mum too hard to take us.
then on monday we went to anna's and had a hilarious three days in scarborough and mandurah. then yesterday i got my "kate nash" haircut and was dragged to the claremont street party with em and her (quite literally) gay friends where i saw courtney, who came third on make me a supermodel, which was exciting.
but not nearly as exciting as finding out i have the best mother in the world who'd put a ticket to bloc party under my pillow. approximately 44 hours to go. em and i were home alone so we put intimacy on loud enough to make the roof shake and alternated wild, ecstatic dancing with shouted conversations about whether kele would sing talons shirtless. here's hoping.

and let's try not to complain about your smoking and my distant heart

i really, really should study for p&l. really. but it has to be the most repellent subject ever.
i'm kind of worried about leaving school because i can just see myself staying at home all day eating burnt cheese on toast which is essentially what i've been doing for the past two weeks. i suppose there are worse things.
like the fact that i missed out on tickets to bloc party. i wasn't that upset until i heard their new album, now i'm verging on suicidal. in a purely literary sense.

i'll win your heart with a woowoo

i bought some truly lovely dresses today. and shoes that my ankles will die for. i know i'm going to be over dressed but i don't even care because i only have a week of compulsory education left and half a season of gossip girl to catch up on.