ye olde post
some weeks ago my bag got all full up with an address book and maps and forms and lists - forcing me to make some decisions. my glasses now sit by my bed. my journal is under a stack of cds without covers on my desk. pens? well they're never around when you need them anyway. so i live between my saved phone outbox and scraps of paper (usually important work documents) and scribbles on my hand or just above my knee. i need to, those of you who know me - know i have the most fleeting memory ever.
this week i've been all over the shop. shit to write down, shit to transfer, shit to change or apply for or get rid of. there are many random things i would like to link to this - or many discussions i'd like to have about cruelty and cowardice. but also about the awesomeness (also inappropriate to mention at this point in time) of particular people i know, some only recently met - that completely overthrow the former. you know who you are... and you rock.
now because i'm conscious of time... the shiz - by far - is below. the funniest thing i have seen all week c/o madeleine...
'does this stop at clifton hill? i have to change to the epping line'
and you, call... i want to make paper boats :)
this week i've been all over the shop. shit to write down, shit to transfer, shit to change or apply for or get rid of. there are many random things i would like to link to this - or many discussions i'd like to have about cruelty and cowardice. but also about the awesomeness (also inappropriate to mention at this point in time) of particular people i know, some only recently met - that completely overthrow the former. you know who you are... and you rock.
now because i'm conscious of time... the shiz - by far - is below. the funniest thing i have seen all week c/o madeleine...
'does this stop at clifton hill? i have to change to the epping line'
and you, call... i want to make paper boats :)
posted by red at 9:43 am
2 Comments:
I'm so bad at doing little things, the other day I applied for advanced standing at uni, something I've been meaning to do since before first year classes started. I did it on the second last day of classes, possibly ever, in third year
hahah. you're talking to me. the kid that dropped an essay off in the letterbox of a lecturer 4 hours before they had to hand the marks in. the last time id seen northcote that late, i was 17 and throwing up outside hugh's place.
my theory: as long as it gets done...
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