I actually got a car! I actually got a car! I couldn’t even believe I was getting a car, let alone this soon!
My dad only agreed to it last week, and this afternoon, there’s a car in my backyard! And it’s mine! I’m SO excited and grateful it’s not even funny.
This is like one of the many things that has happened that proves that life ALWAYS works out for me somehow. I was thinking on the bus today, “Even though the chance of me getting a Honda is slim, I’ll probably somehow end up getting one.” AND I DID! It’s a fully sick Honda Accord. haha. It’s hot. I love it.
I’ve been trying to find this song for years! I’ve always remembered this one song by an Aussie guy (it was kind of a one hit wonder thing). Anyways his name is Charlton Hill and the song is called 2’s Company. This is pretty much the only trace of it that I’ve found. I want to find a downloadable version of it!!!
It has nothing to do with Smallville either.
PS. Another rant about Lastfm… it’s awesome because at times like these, when I’m in the mood to look for 90’s music but I can’t really think of all the songs off the top of my head, I just type “90s” into Lastfm and it plays random 90’s songs. GENIUS!
I’m ACTUALLY getting a car! I’m so excited I think I might have to change pants. My dad said I could have it in a couple of weeks, or next week even. WOAH. That’s really soon, considering it’s been my dream to get a car since I finally got off my arse and got my license. My life would actually improve by infinite points!
It’s not gonna be anything flash, but hey, their budget is more than twice what I was willing to pay if I had to actually save up for it. Apparently they had a look at a Prelude today. My dad showed me pictures of it. I would have looked like the biggest Asian gangsta driving around in that thing. Too bad it was a bit old, even though it looked pretty awesome. I want a Civic so I can cruise around and be fully sick in my mad Asian ride haha. That would look pretty funny… I WANT IT.
My body is still sore from Friday night. The pain in my torso is excruciating whenever I have to cough. These are all signs of a good dance, which is rare these days. Anna Lunoe’s set at Click Click was underwhelming. She nowhere near exceeded our expectations. But the guys who came on after, I think they were called Tranterco, were fucking insane!
There was a moment when I was squished onto Heidi’s lap in Rach’s car, driving from Oxford Art to 77. We decided that moments like those are pure magic.
A fight broke out between three guys and a girl in front of my work today. These three guys with terrible terrible variations of mullets were surrounding this girl who works in one of the stores across from my work. We heard yelling but we just thought they were mucking around. Next thing we know, the girl’s been knocked onto the ground by one of the guys. She then gets up, and the guy spits at her! So she spat back at him, and then he punched her, knocking her to the ground again! Meanwhile, his two mates are just standing there yelling at her and watching the guy hit her. An old man stepped in and tried to get them away from her, but instead he copped a punch to the face and ended up bleeding everywhere.
I can’t believe people actually do that. There were people in the shopping centre everywhere, and they felt that it was okay to gang up on a girl?? WHAT THE FUCK.
So we’re sitting at a family gathering and my dad finally got a chance to ask me why I don’t keep in touch with my brother and vice versa anymore. My surprisingly honest answer was that I forget I have a brother. For the past two years, I’ve basically considered myself an only child. He actually knew what I meant. He was just fascinated because he just never understood why we don’t keep in touch even though we never really had any arguments or bitterness towards each other. He thinks it’s sad that we don’t contact each other, but he also understands my perspective. I don’t think I even have my brother’s number saved in my phone. The last time I saw him was probably last October. And the last time we spoke was when he called my house to announce that his wife’s given birth, and unfortunately my parents were out so I happened to pick up the phone and endure twenty seconds of awkward conversation.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: hello
Him: hello
Pause
Him: it’s me. where’s mum and dad?
Me: they’re out
Him: can you tell them *wife* has given birth
Me: call them on the mobile and tell them yourself. (because I sure as hell don’t wanna be the bearer of that news)
Him: no, you just tell them
Me: okay bye. (not)
So I basically kept it to myself, hoping my parents would find out through the grapevine, which they did. So my dad only found out tonight that I’ve known this whole time, I just didn’t care enough to mention it.
I’m glad my dad asked though, because now he knows what my perspective on the whole situation is, which is basically, out of sight out of mind. To me, we’re a single child family. That’s all.
On other news, my parents have finally agreed to buy me a car. Woo! I believe my life would improve by many many points after that.
Then it’s on to 77 for the last Bandits. Nooooo! Starfuckers needs to go, not Bandits! Saturdays at 77 would be saved if Starfuckers just fucked right off. We get it, you’re gay and you love to play gay music that noone can really dance to. Woo. I love fags, but I hate those who exploit it and try to flaunt it SO much that it just becomes boring. Starfuckers used to be about getting righteously fucked up and grind yourself against the speakers. Now it’s just so gay and boring it’s gone past Mary Poppins and straight to 50 Cent, whom we all know is lame.
I’m so so tired I’m about to pass out. But before I do, here’s a quick recap of my day.
After uni, I went and got my hair done again. Nothing drastic, I basically just got the front splash of colour removed so it’s dark around my face again. I have to grow it for hair expo in June so I couldn’t do much to it anyway. I can’t wait til then though, because I’ve decided to make a drastic change. I’m going to make an attempt at revisiting the good old alternative Jody days, when I thought I was crazy rad with shaved bits in my hair haha. So I have to not do anything to my hair for the next month. Oh the anticipation!
Bambi and Claude came to pick me up afterwards but we had to drop Claude home for a few hours. So then Bambi and I went to Bondi to check out the new Cheap Monday range. There wasn’t much to it. They had a couple of new washes in the jeans, but everything else was not as exciting as I’d anticipated. We started to look for a place for Bambi to get his hair trimmed. But once we got onto the topic of new haircuts, we were both set on him getting a totally new cut. So we drove around Bondi and ended up back in the city, looking for barbers that were still open. He has a thing with Asian people cutting his hair, because apparently they’re quite good at cutting guys’ hair? So we went into some random place that was still open and requested that the Asian lady cut it. As she was chopping into his hair with a razor, she was looking at me and asking too many questions about my hair, my shoes, my piercings etc. We couldn’t stop laughing afterwards because she spoke in the totally typical Asian manner, where she would say things really bluntly and loudly, so it seemed as though she was really aggravated. “WHERE YOU BUY YOUR SHOE?”… “WHA CALA YOU USE IN YOUR HAIR?”…
Then we went to pick up Elly and Claude to go for dinner to celebrate Bambi’s birthday, which was yesterday.
I love pub food. I’ll just put that out there.
Elly made the cutest cake. And she brought party hats and party bags!
