Large One Here

I feel shamed into updating my blog. The last update wasn't really an entry, but more of a quick cut and paste.

So here is a large amount of filled in stuff since my last real blog post. It's like inJohnny Mnemonic when Johnny has this huge pile of info in his brain that is pushing to get out and it all comes out in bursts occasionally. I hear they made a movie of that a few years ago. I may get it out one of these days. All right here goes. With headlines even!!!

Zadie

Zadie's all like, gone and stuff. And she hasn't been on the internet for ages because she's high falootin' it around Melbourne with here wacky Melbourne peeps. I feel all lonely. There's nobody (apart from Patrick) to textually bitchslap me into perspective and brainful submission about stuff anymore. And no more hugs from short cute girls. Or Cassie. Oh well, there's always Brisbane Supanove. And maybe that Melbourne anime con I was gonna check out this year.

Work

So I'm really not enamoured with work at all. I mean, I like this job but I hate having to get up so early and I hate getting home at the time I do. I think my natural body rhythms want to get up around 11am and go to sleep at 4am and then I'd be fine and happy, like I was in uni last year. But this getting up at 6am and going to bed at 10pm just feels weird. Plus this thing that I'm earning pretty good cash but it never seems to be enough. I always seem to be spending it on petrol or books or something.

Uni

Uni seems cool. I'm in week 3 and just got my booking for the Orchestral Hall to record my major project, but I feel kind of "out of it" because I'm only there one day a week.

KLOK

We have a gig this Friday night but are otherwise just working away. The only motivation we seem to have is when we have an upcoming gig. DoofPat wants to wait before we start pitching clubs and stuff, but if the only thing we get going for is gigs, wouldn't it seem logical to be doing more of them?

Travel
God, I want to go overseas again. Just for the stimulus, just for the taste of it, just for the feeling. I just can't afford it. I should be able to but I can't at the moment.

Moving Out

Kind of mutual agreement that I move out of home at the end of the year has been reached. Bout time. I'll be 22 and working and stuff, but I'm not looking forward to the whole "looking for housemates" thing. I'd rather buy a house and have a mortgage and have housemates who help pay my mortgage off, but I don't think that's realistic.

Lovelife

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Well, yeah. There was a girl I was interested in but there's no reciprocation. There was another, but she's not right for me. Additionally, I found myself slipping into the bad escapist habit of reading soppy fanfiction, which combined with re-reading the 5th Harry Potter book has seen me dreaming of weird Hogwarts dreams.

Except the dream I had last night. I woke up to walls covered with beads of blood, found blood on my bedsheets and when I walked out I found that I was living in a sharehouse and when I asked one of my housemates what had happened, he told me that I had gotten together with a girl that night. I found myself wondering why it was her, and trying to remember what had happened, because I know the girl in real life, but I'm not interested in her at all. Then I really woke up and was all, "Phew. Thank God it was a dream," but then I started freaking out wondering what the damn dream meant!

Well, I hope that fuels discussion in the HaloScan Comments again. I'm off to have dinner and some psychoanalysis.