Bye

I’m not going to be keeping a public personal blog anymore. For everything to do with my writing & zines, you can find me here. Thanks for reading.

Nerd.

My date for Saturday night.

Etc

I’m separating my entries into categories…it may take a while to sort them all so bear with me. The categories will be:

 

DAY TO DAY – personal entries about what I’ve been up to…mostly for my own benefit so I can contain my paranoia about amnesia.

OH, YOU PRETTY THINGS – photos of people who are aesthetically pleasing. Models, mostly. Male models. Skinny ones.

COPY & DESTORY – all things relating to zines.

MUSIC FROM THE MOTHER COUNTRY – music from Former Yugoslavia. I’ve sort of unintentionally turned this blog into a propaganda machine for music from the 80s to emerge out of that particular country.

PRETENDING TO BE A PHOTOGRAPHER – for all the photos I take with my film cameras.

 

A few other things: Dalibor & I saw Friday the 13^th the other day – what a hilarious movie! So many bad horror movies have been released in recent times and I’m loving it; Jasmina and I have been synchronised a few times in catching the train home which has been fantastic because the long journey home gets so boring, especially when sleep deprivation kicks in and I can’t even convince myself to do some readings for uni…or when it’s peak hour and I can’t move inside the carriage; I’ve been running on so little sleep, sometimes making it through days at uni on as little as two hours….so yesterday afternoon I wanted to take a nap around 5.30….but continued sleeping right until 11.30 this morning!!!!!; my crush on young-hot-Tifa is reaching unhealthy levels…

Oh dear god.

I’m starting to think that my recent bout of obsession with Bijelo Dugme has had an adverse effect on my sanity. Last night I had a dream in which I made out with Tifa as he sang “Jer kad ostaris” to me, except I only THOUGHT he was singing that (my favourite Bijelo Dugme song) but later I somehow figured out he’d actually been singing one of my favourite Riblja Corba songs (“Necu da zivim u bloku 65”) but I somehow subconsciously knew it was neither of those songs? What the fuck. Oh but that’s not the weird part…..I mean, I’d love to have dreams of getting it on with Tifa; they’d be wonderful, as close as I will ever get to touching this man. Except that in my dream, it was an OLD TIFA. Tifa the too-old drunk touching himself on stage and looking like a tool! Oh dear god, I’ve officially gone insane. The worst part of it was that, in the dream, I was ENJOYING IT! Ew.

It’s all happening

I’ve been forgetting to update. Things have happened.

 

Third year started and already there is so much work to do, but I love my subjects and it’s been really good seeing people again (especially Allie) and getting back into some sort of ‘normal’ routine. Although the early starts aren’t so good. My subjects this semester are Politics x3 and General Education x1: Propaganda & Satire; Australian Foreign Policy; The Art of Political Science; Introduction to the Australian Legal System. My politics lecturers are amazing. I have my favourite professor for one subject, Dr Levey, so I spend Tuesday mornings basking in his greatness.

 

 

 

Drawings by Allie (paying attention during Australian Foreign Policy, obviously).

 

I went to the Mardi Gras for the first time, except the crowd and trying to find friends in the complete insanity meant I basically didn’t see the parade at all. Still, the vodka + rum was nice, and seeing people I hadn’t seen in a while was good too.

 

    

 

My Wog friend Alex had a horrorpunk themed birthday party which was a lot of fun. Messy and fantastic. Kylar and Jack came as my replacements for Annie and Zig. A vey wasted girl in Kings Cross was nice enough to share her cigarettes with us. They were Vogues and actually quite nice. I made Alex a mix of music from the mother country (well, MY mother country). This was the track-list:

 

Van Gogh – Klatno (live) : Belgrade, 1997

Elektricni Orgazam – Nebo : Belgrade, 1981

EKV – Ja Znam : Belgrade, 1983

Azra – Krvava Meri : Zagreb, 1980

Prljavo Kazaliste – Noc : Zagreb, 1979

Riblja Corba – Necu da zivim u bloku 65 : Belgrade, 1982

Idoli – Moja si : Belgrade, 1982

Zabranjeno Pusenje – Guzonjin sin : Sarajevo, 1988

Partibrejkers – 1000 godina : Belgrade, 1984

Sarlo Akrobata – Mali covek : Belgrade, 1981

Elektricni Orgazam – Odelo : Belgrade, 1982

Bijelo Dugme – Pamtim evo deset dana : Sarajevo, 1974

 

    

 

Hung around Liverpool a couple of times and saw The Unborn with Jasmina which was actually quite scary. Also, Gary Oldman is brilliant!

 

  

 

Morgan and I helped Zig out with a COFA project which involved photobooths. I got to wear an eyepatch!

 

I fell in love with this poem:

 

Rhododendrons

 

It was the dream
I was allowed
to touch you in.
We were strangers.
You kept your eyes closed.
I cannot really say
if there were rhododendrons
or anything like music or
even if I asked you.
Only your blue skin and the pleasure it gave you –
the way you moved,
the way you caught your breath
whenever my hands moved
so I kept on moving them.

-Thomas Lynch

 

& ten more copies of Feels Like Friday #7 sold at Sticky in Melbourne!!!!!!!

I know your name, I’ve danced with you

Tutoring going well – boring and repetitious and more work than I get paid for but the girl is nice & it’s $25 more than I was making previously; Kylar is back, yay – K-Rudd impersonations & Cuban cigarettes & bubble gum cigarettes & amazing, amazing things at the MCA & stories from the Americas; excited about upcoming zine fairs (Wollonghetto on the 5^th of April; MCA on the 24^th of May); excited about Feels Like Friday #9; the boy is lovely; I’m pretty excited about starting the third year of my Bachelor of Arts, although the idea of essay deadlines and early mornings is not so pleasant; my zebra-print curtains are too awesome; had my last trip to the dentist today, finally (although I still need to get a crown on my root canal & get one more wisdom tooth taken out, but those things can wait).

Unemployed.

I applied for three more jobs. By this stage, I feel like I have applied for every job ever advertised and NOTHING. The only glimmer of hope is from tutoring – I’ve got a new student now (finally)…I’m tutoring her for the first time on Tuesday so we’ll see how that goes… *fingers crossed*

I’m really broke and I owe people money and I’m sick of everyone acting like I’m not looking for a job. I even went to motherfucking JobFind – clearly I want to be employed.

/rant

Junkies running dry

 

Gooooood times last night. I don’t know why, but I haven’t been going out much in recent times. I’ve hung out with a lot of people but I haven’t been going to many gigs, or consuming much alcohol, or spending late nights in the city, and I’ve really missed it. & I certainly can’t blame my financial situation because that’s hardly ever prevented me from going out before. I just haven’t been in the right mood, I guess. But I certainly did miss it & that’s part of why yesterday was so much fun. Annie, Zig & I started the night in Hyde Park with a bottle of wine, which was really good as it was kindly donated by my parents (who didn’t know it’d be used in such trashy circumstances…hehe). We were joined by Morgan and soon after headed off to 77. Reasons why I love 77: it’s dark and dingy; the people aren’t as pretentious as in some other venues; people that work there are always friendly; did I mention dark and dingy?; everyone smokes inside and no one gives a fuck; good bands play there. Nhomea and Dead China Doll played last night, but the band I was there to see was Ghosts of Television and they were fucking amazing, as always. I came home with my arms covered in Sharpie writing like the classy young lady I am.

(The top photo was taken by ANNIE LY. More photos from the night here.)

UNSW, FTW!

 

Miss Zigwamp bought me this book for my birthday. It looks so fucking good! & those are my new curtains…which will be put up soon.

Yesterday I walked to Bonnyrigg Plaza to buy a few things I needed….a half an hour walk all up, approximately. During that time I was harassed from THREE different cars. One even pulled up so he could make obscene gestures. What the fuck is wrong with the male gender?

Zig, Dalibor & I went to UNSW today to abuse the generosity of O-Week organisers by making badges and t-shirts. Unfortunately the screen-printers turned out to be at COFA and we were unwilling to make our way there in the heat. So my sweet t-shirt design will have to wait. O-Week sort of frightens me. Everyone is too excited and it’s always too hot. The upside being Coffee Cart coffee, lazing around the Library Lawn & running into Allie (and finding out we’re doing two of the same subjects – yay!), as well as buying a few readers, thereby avoiding the massive bookshop queues. I’m really looking forward to starting uni again. I’ve become somewhat of a sloth during the last four months…I think/hope uni will make me feel like I’ve got some…….purpose? At the very least I won’t be sleeping in every day and doing little else but drinking coffee and watching Law & Order.

 

These are the badges I made today. I was expecting them to have the giant badge machine again so my pictures were a bit too big for this badge size. But still. I love the Sid & Nancy one.

Someone in Byron Bay loves me