Apologies for my absence (Napoleon, don't be jealous because I've been chatting online with babes all day). My exams have been hectic - as usual - but I did out-study a fair few Asians, dreamt about brains, screamed profanities at the boisterous bastards beside me (that might have never happened) and ate so much junkfood that I lost two kilos. I'd say that counts as one stellar study period.
So I must admit, today has been a darn tootin' fine day. I'm now on summer holidays (just thought I'd remind you of that, again)!! Summer in the city, means cleavage cleavage cleavage. But seriously, the sun, the beach, the babes, the thousands of old tanned men in budgie-smugglers (ok, maybe not that last one) are all things I'm looking forward to right now. Except that whole, I have to work to eat thing. What a waste of precious holiday time. Otherwise, my summer holiday mantra is: "I'm pretty sure there's a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking. And I plan on finding out what that is."
On the more serious side we have to find a house in a "non-bogan suburb" (as specified by housemate #4's girlfriend), so I'm going to spend some time trawling through the cluttered, miasmic sea of real-estate websites. We have about a month and a half till we have to leave Shangri-La, and we're thinking either a town house or an apartment of sorts. I must confess it has always been my dream to live in a loft. I feel that it would increase my indie street cred exponentially and my life would become like a 90's sitcom. Bonus! So definitely on the look-out for a loft that has giant windows, a graffitied roller door and is in a building full of eccentric neighbours.
Hmm, I have a good-bye nun-boss gathering to attend tomorrow. Where I should score some more work. I will soon be fabulously rich. I've decided it will happen, just envision, accept, and the universe delivers right?
In sum: I will be rich, I will live in a loft and I'll discover the meaning of life. All this summer.
(*hears squeaking bed*, oh yeah, my skin is doing well. Just have the few pimples on my temples that are fading. The seb derm is pretty much goneskies, and I've kept up the regime.)
Alright, one last quote for the road: "I wasn't like every other kid, you know, who dreams about being an astronaut, I was always more interested in what bark was made out of on a tree. Richard Gere's a real hero of mine. Sting. Sting would be another person who's a hero. The music he's created over the years, I don't really listen to it, but the fact that he's making it, I respect that. I care desperately about what I do. Do I know what product I'm selling? No. Do I know what I'm doing today? No. But I'm here, and I'm gonna give it my best shot." - Hansel