If y'all still hanging around...

I'm pretty sure there are still people who are subscribed or linked to this blog. And last time I put up an announcement, about 3-4 people finally switched over to www.awaywardwego.blogspot.com. So until I'm 100% sure everyone's got the message, I'll stop annoying y'all with these shoutouts. Hopefully this will be the last one?

www.awaywardwego.blogspot.com

New Blog Alert

Any stragglers? Don't get left behind! The new blog's over here: http://awaywardwego.blogspot.com.au/

See you on the other side xx

Important Announcement: New Blog Alert

I've got commitment issues when it comes to blogs. I can't help it okay? Plus there's something so satisfying about starting over, picking a template and rearranging all the widgets. (I wish my life was as easy to rearrange but alas it seems as if I've botched it real good.) Anyhow I would love it if you all followed me over to the new one. I still may keep this one as an occasional ranty space but most of my posting will be done over there from here on out. Okay? Coolios! Onwards we go.....

http://awaywardwego.blogspot.com.au/

Tumblr Famous

I just got a ton of reblogs on one post.....

And the notifications are still popping up. Does this mean I'm tumblr-famous??

Windmill windmill for the land, is everybody in?

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There was a recorded version of this and nobody told me. It's like that time I discovered my favourite Norwegian had released another fantabulously tacky Europop single...and I was 2 years late in discovering it. Alexander Rybak, don't ever change. You are perfect just the way you are.  

So I broke my streak of blogging every day of the mid-sem break. To be fair, I was able to keep it up for 3 days, which was 2 more posts than I expected when I started. Yesterday wasn't that special though. The peeps and I went to watch The Amazing Spiderman 2 last night at Wetherill Park. 'Twas pretty good. And I didn't expect that thing that happened near the end to happen. I cried metaphorical tears. Okay not really. It'll take a lot more than that to sadden me. Crying is for people who actually care about things. 

Afterwards, we gatecrashed Manly's "party" by rocking up at his house in Edensor Park in the middle of some sort of social gathering. Party is in quotation marks because when we walked in, it was just a bunch of his friends sitting around the table eating nachos and talking about stuff. Ew. Is this what parties are like when you reach your mid 20s? Because I'm pretty sure I prefer the 80+ guest parties that Nancy and I have been throwing at Kenny's. And if I had a backyard that spacious, I would be installing strobe lights (or a pool). Just sayin'. 

All kidding aside, his house isn't actually that bad despite being smaller than I imagined. It looks and is furnished like your typical bachelor pad and he did say I'm welcome to crash anytime I feel like running away from home. That was nice of him. He also said that I could bring guys over and he would be able to give us privacy since his house has THREE bedrooms and a Jacuzzi. Then he did the suggestive eyebrows thing accompanied by inappropriate pelvis thrust and I was like, yep, there he is. Sentimentality is short-lived (if not inexistent) when it comes to Manly. 

Biennale tomorrow, followed by Othilia's party on Tuesday night. Operation Forget-That-You-Have-Responsibilities is working out quite well I must say. It'll catch up to me sooner or later but for now, I'm just going to keep on running. Time is my enemy and he's a little bit unbeatable but I feel like he's granted me a reprieve these last few days. I'd be a fool not to grab it and run. 

Self-Destruction Never Felt So Good

I'm only blogging so much because I'm on break and it's my goal to do/go somewhere new every day. This blog is just the place where everything gets recorded.

Apologies for the super-duper low quality photos. Everything you see on this blog is taken by my phone camera so if it's not blurry, the exposure is probably crap. (Usually it's both.) 

There aren't that many photos this time because at around 10pm, the party really got underway, we left the hotel room and well, there were shenanigans and dancing and stuff. 

The hotel room was right above that street in Chinatown - the one where N2 is located.

Hi Danny!

Hi Nanc!

Hi William! Your party was pretty epic.

Hi Jess!

So I skipped the whole part where we went downstairs at about 10pm, walked to the club as a very loud drunken mob, danced for a few hours, walked back, saw a naked guy doing something really inappropriate in front of his hotel window, chilled in our own hotel room, went back downstairs, walked to Townhall for food at 3am, brought it back to the room. stuffed an annoying person into the closet and did who knows what until waking up at 7-8am.

There's no record of any of that so just have another photo of the balcony.

And World Square, because it's pretty.

Happy Birthday William! Thanks for the party!

"To the Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter" - Jesse Parent

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This is the second poetry video that I've posted this week. What's wrong with me? I don't even like poetry. High school stamped out any burgeoning love I ever had for the art form. But maybe it's because we never studied anything like this. They gave us the driest topics in high school when really they should've been showing us spoken-word or TEDx-like performances. But anyway, I'm rambling. Just watch the video. It's pretty good.