Published on Saturday, 14 June 2003 .
Brian and I went to Myer, and we bought an electric clipper. It was really cheap. I think it’ll pay for itself after about two and a half haircuts. Or shaves, to be exact.
Played squash for about an hour and a half. After that, I became Brian’s barber. (The previous sentence was constructed after much thought - the other ways of putting this just seemed too rife with innuendo.)
It was actually quite… fun! Now I want to practice. Who knows, maybe I was supposed to be a barber or hairdresser… hahaha!
Any takers?
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Published on Thursday, 12 June 2003 .
Hmm… took this quiz Felicia suggested. And this is what it said:
You are Starry Night! You have a blened of
characteristics and ideas. Every time you look
at something it changes the way it looks and
opens you up to more ideas
What Painting are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
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Published on Thursday, 12 June 2003 .
Yesterday, I went out. Not to hand in essays. Not to pick up the newspaper. (Although, I did do that.) Not to do groceries.
I followed Florence to the city. She opened a bank account at HSBC. I bought a replacement tube for my… err… water pouch? Drinking bladder? And then, I finally found that elusive drink. The drink that has been taunting me. The advertisement on the trams calling out, “You can’t find me!” The empty bottle I saw lying around along Faraday Street.
I found the Carlton Cold Shot. It’s beer + vodka. 6%. MMmmmmm…
Let’s see. I dropped of my goodies at home, then went to Lygon to get movie tickets. Bumped into Adrian. Got the newspapers. Ran into a girl who passed me, smiled and said ‘Hi’. Who is this person? Not from M&C, not from COSDU, not from anywhere I can remember. Must have been mistaken identity. Bump into Adrian again.*
Met Deanna at Nova and watched the Pianist. Powerful stuff. Only one thing, the movie did meander just before the more crucial scene. Pondering even more, I think that the whole movie could have been a short film. Nevertheless, it was worth the money.
Whiled time away in the evening before going for a briefing concerning this photogallery. Which does not have a place yet. Ironic. It’s called the homeless gallery. They truly are homeless right now.
http://vic.aipp.com.au/homelessgallery/
Had a good chat on the phone when I got home, and was feeling hungry and sleepy the whole nite. I finally succumbed to my bed at about midnite.
*Reminder to self: Bump into Adrian one more time - go buy Tattslotto…
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My last essay is due tomorrow. Last weekend was good, albeit unproductive. Right now, I’ve just got to push a bit to get myself over the line…
(Having just watched England beat the Maoris in rugby, you’ll have to forgive the sports imagery.)
Try!
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Published on Wednesday, 4 June 2003 .
We celebrated Michelle’s birthday last night. She was absolutely terrified.
One would think that that’s a strange reaction to having your birthday celebrated, but then how would you react to a whole gaggle of friends invading your house and your room to the tune of ‘Happy Birthday’?
You’d scream with fear for your life, right?
;P
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Michelle, Christine, Brian and I took a taxi home from Crown. The taxi driver, a chatty fellow 32 years young, told us that it’s nice to have a close group of friends - like the four of us in the taxi (and unbeknownst to him, the rest of COSDU) - to be with.
He said he envied us.
Is that what happens when you work? You lose all your friends?
I hope that where ever our taxi driver is, he’s trying to rekindle old ties…
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