Good Music

Calvin Harris "I'm Not Alone" NEW VIDEO! from onelove on Vimeo.

These New Puritans 'Elvis' from Tom Lindsay on Vimeo.

Dizzee Rascal - Holiday (Feat. Chrome) from londontomk on Vimeo.

Paul Dempsey - Out the Airlock from Bart Borghesi on Vimeo.

Whhhat

First of all, I would like to dedicate this photo of my friends ex-hook-up to her. She hooked up with him, then he was a jerk and disappeared and soon after his photo is alllll over the U.S. in the add for the new movie Surrogate:

Shank you very much

I am pretty much going to go crazy on the construction workers next door. They have decided to start working at 7:30am and blast their music. RUDE! I give them the stink eye every time I walk by them though. I really wish that they did not want to constantly pound on my wall as well. I feel like they are just hitting nails into it to pretend like they are doing something and getting payed by the hour. 

On another note, I have found yet another reason why we should not have child leashes....... All the kid wanted was an iPhone so he tried to run away..... this is what happened.

Found

Last night I got an email stating that the Brunswick police department had my wallet. I was soooo excited, so at around 7 at night I decide to walk their (thinking it was not that far away)..... Little did I know that it would take me 40 minutes to walk there. It was dark. It was raining. It was actually kind of scary. I have decided not to walk on Sydney road at night by myself anymore. There was this one man in a wheelchair that gave me the creeeeps. But being friends with a cripple, Miranda, has really opened my eyes to deformities. Even so, I thought he was going to shank my with his little electric vehicle of death.

So I finally make it to the police station.... and it is closed. What a waste. I then waited at the tram stop, alone and afraid that everyone walking by me was a potential serial killer, until the tram came (I should have just taken the tram there and saved myself an encounter with the electric  wheelchair man).

I then went to today to get my wallet, they were open and had my wallet. It had every card and the money that was in it when I lost it..... kind of amazing. I don't know who returned my wallet but whoever did THANK YOU!!!!!!!!

My life in Melbourne

My Flat-mate and I just hanging out
 The street where I live
 My street at night (ghhhheeeettttooooo)

     Well, seeing as I have not really described what or where I am I will do it in this post. Right now I am in Melbourne, Australia studying abroad for the year. I am attending the University of Melbourne.... blah blah taking classes..... like it..... and so on.

I live with a Doctor at the childrens hospital here named Tiong. He is very vulgar and quite the sassy diva. His alter ego is named Sheena. You don't want to mess with her, she will rip yo weave right out of yo head. 

The flat is very nice, two stories with a modern vibe to it. My room is nice..... basically it is all very nice. BUT the only not nice thing is the fact that they are doing construction next door. So every Monday through Saturday I wake up to them pounding on my wall. I honestly think they do it just to be assholes..... but that's o.k. because I left them a present on there doorstep a couple of nights ago.

Melbourne is really great. The food is amazing, the fashion is top class and the people are so nice. So nice that it even seems like they are borderline creeper status sometimes. Seriously though, sometimes you cannot tell if you have made a new friend or a new stalker.... I guess that is about all of the culture shock that I am having here.

All in all I love it here!

 

Why I hate skinny jeans

So I was excited for a night out with Sophie and james (there bio's, like Mirandas, soon to come). I got dressed up and put on skinny jeans.... and with skinny jeans you can't really put anything in the pockets or else they buldge and look like you are excited to see everyone or just took a crap in your pants. So I put my wallet keys and phone in my loose (emphasis on loose jacket pockets).

We were going to go to dinner on Lygon street (which has great Italian food. Then head tpo a pub called Pugs (not the classiest but it's cheap). And then we were going to go out to a club called the Market. Weeeellllllllll when I sat down for dinner I realized that I had no means to pay seeing as my wallet had fallen out of my pocket.

We searched for a long time and then decided to give up because someone had obviously nabbed it. So, seeing as it is Sunday I cannot do anything about getting new ID's and cards. As of right now my life is on stand still.

And that is why I hate skinny jeans.

Miranda

       I figure, seeing as Miranda was the one who got me into this mess of blogging, I will start by writing about her. She is around 4'9 with a fake right leg (lost it in fire when she was younger.... very sensitive subject). Seeing as she is a legal midget and is missing a leg, she gets the little handicap placard..... I know totally unfair..... and she only has one leg to drive with. Miranda and I met at UCSC at a study abroad meeting. Love at first site (even though her height and leg were a little off-putting). We then traveled to Sydney were we lived next door to eachother... yadda yadda we became great friends. She is spunky and fun, even though she seems to always be sick. That is about all I have to say about my little gimp Miranda.

Agro Arvo Yobbo

         In an effort to inform peeps what's up in the land down unda I am making this blog. Thanks to some inspiration (after reading Mirandas blog). I will be in Melbourne for the next year and feel the need to catalogue this epic journey that I am sure will get me in all sorts of trouble.