Lauren just left.
its sad sitting in my tiny room with out someone sitting behind me saying, "holly,holly,holly,holly....holly,holly.....watch this" then throwing a stress ball at my head.
That void will be instead filled with the hoards of strawberry snack packs i just brought, they were on special and it seemed smarter to me then buying sandwich stuff. by smarter of course I mean delicious..er.
what to say about toga night? well .. it was so crowded you could barely move, being pressed into walls and having drink spilt on, being ignored by people I thought I was getting to like, sending way to many texts and sitting alone in the smokers area ranting into the air about our age demographic. plus the day after, being today, my mouth feel like one of those pub ashtrays half filled with beer and nut shells.
On the plus side saw Julia and Amelia which took the ebb off the homesickness. band was pretty okay, and I perfected my technique of stealing the beers of unsuspecting smokers, therefore getting thoroughly drunk enough to deal with the hoards of people. plus lauren bought this amazing subway melt. made the night.
I just have so much trouble talking to people the two conversations with went like this,
Guy ; "can I ... uhh can I bum a smoke."
me; "yes"
guy; "ohh there not menthol's are they?? there bad for my sperm"
me; "how unlucky for you"
Guy; "oh and me kids"
Me ; "God forbid"
effectively loosing out on the group conversation in that one, between you and me, not a big loss.
(this next one happened three times with the same guy)
guy- hey i like your toga!
me- did we used to talk on msn?
guy- ehh no?
me- oh can I have a sip?
guy- "sure" *hands me jug of beer
Me- "MSN" *disappears into the crowd with jug of beer.
end of night made it home, after wandering around on my own for an hour, by some miracle bumped into Lauren who also was wandering around on her own.
Still no job. No money, not really liking here. missing my guitar. regretting drinking.
But at least I can finally say with firm resolution, I do not like going out, not clubing and and junk anyway. If there was a good place for drinks that wasnt crowded with a good band I mean I would love that, but as I always suspected, the uni socical life was not made for me.
anyway check out the toga party pictures on my facebook.
ill write more if anything actually ever happenes which I doubt.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
needle in the hay
Nothing of real intrest has happened, sister and mother came to stay that was fun. The Village People Party was horrible, like a giant drunken high school social. still have hope things will get better.
love Retro Metro store in paddington. Wish I had loads more money, I would so have everything there.
love Retro Metro store in paddington. Wish I had loads more money, I would so have everything there.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
the silver saxophones say I should refuse you;
i Shall leave you with a brilliant and inspiring quote from the fabulous Patsy Stone.
"Don't question me Eddie."
"Don't question me Eddie."
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with...
Okay. Well.
let me start by saying how wrong I was about this place. It's actually really cool, and the people are really nice. Especially my new room mate Simone, who as it turns out is just as shy and as awkward as me. We totally bonded big time over mutual love of the Mighty Boosh and similar things.
so off we headed down to the O week bbq in the courtyard. We received an interesting welcome pack including 4 types of ice tea, a can of V, a sheet of paper from the bank and a pad of post its..so as myself and Simone were standing there awkwardly a girl came up and introduced herself as Tegan.
So totally last minute we decided to go to the comedy night, my theory was if the drunker I get the easier it would be to socialize.So off we head off after a hasty getting ready session mill in the parking lot, meet some more new people go off to the new market hotel. after a few drinks Simone, Tegan and I were totally excited to see the comedy act. The MC was hilarious, you would know him but I cant remember his name, there were a few acts of people I've never seen before but there were some familiar faces, like josh Thomas and this English lady i have seen before on the comedy tour but cant remember her name.
probably because I am so heinously hung over today.
we came home in time to watch the last skins episode of season one and i made us sausages in bread with sauce. I then went into my room, sent a drunk email reply, took pictures of myself on my web cam and then passed out on my bed in my party dress.so all in all, much better here already.
one of the many pictures I took last night.
let me start by saying how wrong I was about this place. It's actually really cool, and the people are really nice. Especially my new room mate Simone, who as it turns out is just as shy and as awkward as me. We totally bonded big time over mutual love of the Mighty Boosh and similar things.
so off we headed down to the O week bbq in the courtyard. We received an interesting welcome pack including 4 types of ice tea, a can of V, a sheet of paper from the bank and a pad of post its..so as myself and Simone were standing there awkwardly a girl came up and introduced herself as Tegan.
So totally last minute we decided to go to the comedy night, my theory was if the drunker I get the easier it would be to socialize.So off we head off after a hasty getting ready session mill in the parking lot, meet some more new people go off to the new market hotel. after a few drinks Simone, Tegan and I were totally excited to see the comedy act. The MC was hilarious, you would know him but I cant remember his name, there were a few acts of people I've never seen before but there were some familiar faces, like josh Thomas and this English lady i have seen before on the comedy tour but cant remember her name.
probably because I am so heinously hung over today.
we came home in time to watch the last skins episode of season one and i made us sausages in bread with sauce. I then went into my room, sent a drunk email reply, took pictures of myself on my web cam and then passed out on my bed in my party dress.so all in all, much better here already.
one of the many pictures I took last night.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Dear girls across the courtyard,
Dear Girls across the court yard drinking UDLs and calling out to people who are walking around down stairs,
I know how great you must feel, being isolated for so long after high school and suddenly becoming part of a large community again. I'M sure you feel the need to re assert yourselves as the proverbial big fish in the small pond.
Can you please shut your drunken bogan mouths up. calling out to every boy you see is not cool, you are sad and I'm sorry if you have confused the sudden belonging for likability. It is not the same thing.
I can tell from your drawling ladette voices and slurred half sentences asking boys what their surname is so you can add them on face book, that you must be very stimulating and interesting people.
I know everyone here is going to automatically love you and your in your face confident attitudes, and no one will secretly be hoping you fall out of that window you are so precariously perched on with your beefy legs hanging out of your demin shorts. But please. I'm not having the best time here, and I don't want your great time rubbed in my face.
I hope you are all very happy and your awesome lives never change from what they were in high school. Enjoy 2009, and may you never grow or know personal fulfillment.
Love Holly.
I know how great you must feel, being isolated for so long after high school and suddenly becoming part of a large community again. I'M sure you feel the need to re assert yourselves as the proverbial big fish in the small pond.
Can you please shut your drunken bogan mouths up. calling out to every boy you see is not cool, you are sad and I'm sorry if you have confused the sudden belonging for likability. It is not the same thing.
I can tell from your drawling ladette voices and slurred half sentences asking boys what their surname is so you can add them on face book, that you must be very stimulating and interesting people.
I know everyone here is going to automatically love you and your in your face confident attitudes, and no one will secretly be hoping you fall out of that window you are so precariously perched on with your beefy legs hanging out of your demin shorts. But please. I'm not having the best time here, and I don't want your great time rubbed in my face.
I hope you are all very happy and your awesome lives never change from what they were in high school. Enjoy 2009, and may you never grow or know personal fulfillment.
Love Holly.
“I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside, where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.”
well, I am now an official resident of Brisbane and not enjoying it.
It can be said (and it would be quiet true) that I have only been here one week, and I currently have no job and live in a (much) less then awesome place (the qut campus) and due to my gap semester to work and save money I also don't start school till June.
I have however in this week, stumbled my way through to some basic level of understanding how public transport works, which I think is a pretty impressive feat. I have also met up with an old friend, ella, who turned out to be (not that I expected her to be any less) very awesome. I also found some okay second hand shops, albeit insanely expensive ones (NOT THE ONE IN QUEEN STREET MALL, that one is horrible!).
Ella said she is going to see frenzal rhomb in the next few weeks and hopefully I have a job by then and go, because that would be an excellent spirit lift.
Also I'M currently streaming the movie Milk with Sean Penn as Harvey Milk.
Its really good and makes me feel ridiculous for wasting the whole afternoon being full of self pity and using my remaining money (yes all of it) to buy hoards of food that I could try and eat in one afternoon.
The goal was to see if i could actually vomit from eating to much... so far not, but I do feel horrible.
More self pity for me because its valentines day, I know down with the man and mass consumerism and recycled selling out and cops outs, but Wayne is in new Zealand and its like everyone in Brisbane was walking around with someone looking at me thinking,
"hey... hey there purple hair.. all alone hey? oh yeah your probably a lonely desperate girl. yeah, you are, you purple hair." point being i would be missing him anyway with some arsehole pointing it out with his eyes and mocking my purple hair.
Anyway, I think I can get out of my lease here, and move into somewhere better (would not be hard), hopefully very soon.
Ill take some video footage of the apartments before I leave though, so you can lurk and see how sterile and lifeless it is here. Well due to my first time out of home flu my friday night consists of watching Milk with one of my roommates from fiji. Hope yours is better then mine.
XX G.G (har har had to go there)
It can be said (and it would be quiet true) that I have only been here one week, and I currently have no job and live in a (much) less then awesome place (the qut campus) and due to my gap semester to work and save money I also don't start school till June.
I have however in this week, stumbled my way through to some basic level of understanding how public transport works, which I think is a pretty impressive feat. I have also met up with an old friend, ella, who turned out to be (not that I expected her to be any less) very awesome. I also found some okay second hand shops, albeit insanely expensive ones (NOT THE ONE IN QUEEN STREET MALL, that one is horrible!).
Ella said she is going to see frenzal rhomb in the next few weeks and hopefully I have a job by then and go, because that would be an excellent spirit lift.
Also I'M currently streaming the movie Milk with Sean Penn as Harvey Milk.
Its really good and makes me feel ridiculous for wasting the whole afternoon being full of self pity and using my remaining money (yes all of it) to buy hoards of food that I could try and eat in one afternoon.
The goal was to see if i could actually vomit from eating to much... so far not, but I do feel horrible.
More self pity for me because its valentines day, I know down with the man and mass consumerism and recycled selling out and cops outs, but Wayne is in new Zealand and its like everyone in Brisbane was walking around with someone looking at me thinking,
"hey... hey there purple hair.. all alone hey? oh yeah your probably a lonely desperate girl. yeah, you are, you purple hair." point being i would be missing him anyway with some arsehole pointing it out with his eyes and mocking my purple hair.
Anyway, I think I can get out of my lease here, and move into somewhere better (would not be hard), hopefully very soon.
Ill take some video footage of the apartments before I leave though, so you can lurk and see how sterile and lifeless it is here. Well due to my first time out of home flu my friday night consists of watching Milk with one of my roommates from fiji. Hope yours is better then mine.
XX G.G (har har had to go there)
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