So guys, it’s been a while.

I ended up having no photos to post from my film camera. I bought three roles of E6 film, which is for making slides, so I have to wait till I get back home and Laura can make prints out of them with her magical talents before we can see them.

Since I last posted I’ve just been studying and partying. Typical me.

I just got back from seeing Gotye play. I’m a bit tipsy. My third cousin texted me this afternoon saying that she couldn’t go and offered me her ticket. I said yes please. I’ve never seen him play before, but I was just in awe of it all. It was him and five other musicians and they were just so tight and well put-together. It was a fucking incredible show. And Wally was so charismatic. The last person I saw with a stage presence like that was Ezra Koenig when I saw Vampire Weekend play in 2010. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t heard any of the new album; it was just a fantastic thing to have seen. In the visuals during the show they used a few shots of Melbourne which I recognised. I got a bit gooey and nostalgic.

I was there by myself so I made friends with a group of students and we went to a bar called Nice ‘N’ Sleazy’s afterward. I didn’t get numbers off anyone so I guess I won’t be seeing them again which is kinda sad because they seemed lovely, but these things happen, don’t they?

Late-night pasta is on the boil. Imma go rescue it.

Love xx

Sorry I haven’t updated for a couple of weeks. Things have been busy, but I haven’t really got photos of anything I’ve done - they’re on film and I keep forgetting to take them to get developed/put onto CD.

First exciting thing I did was find and finish reading the book I read on the plane: In My Skin by Kate Holden.

Basically, Kate Holden now writes for The Age, but in her twenties after graduating from Melbourne Uni, she became a heroin addict and sex worker both on the street in St Kilda and in three brothels. In My Skin is her memoir of that time. Unsurprisingly, not all of the contents are uplifting; she’s incredibly honest and candid and doesn’t leave the confronting or “yucky” bits out. She is also forthcoming about the parts of her life that she enjoyed, and is very keen to normalise sex work as a legitimate job. It’s not a book about how horrible sex work is, and that’s what makes it so fantastic. It was only around $10 on Book Depository, go forth and purchase!

Also, for those of you wondering how I got on with Fun Home, I loved it. Another very honest memoir, and darkly funny in a lot of parts. I’m writing (read: starting) an essay on it this weekend which is due on Monday. I’m really looking forward to writing it.

Next thing I did was venture to the local Asda, which is about a 20 minute walk from my place and located in the heart of Glasgow’s Southside (kind of comparable to the Western suburbs of Melbourne: not the nicest area, but not as scary as everyone tells you). I made my purchases begrudgingly when the sign in the carpark declared it to be “part of the Wal-Mart family” then passed this on the way home:

No, your eyes and the grainy image aren’t deceiving you. That sign says “learn to drive from age 12”. Interesting fact: 12 is also the age when Scottish kids get to do their first beer bong, so I guess it makes sense in that context.

Next, my Melbourne friends Holly and Cara came to Edinburgh to visit our Melbourne friend Sarah, who is studying at Edinburgh Uni, and me. On Valentines Day we went to the Love Equally rally that marched along the Royal Mile and down to Holyrood (Scottish parliament). All the photos of this are on my film camera, and will be on Facebook as soon as I get them developed. I did, however, get this photo of the loveheart lollies that Holly gave me to make me feel better about not being with my girlfriend on February 14th.

Note: while I do miss Laura very much, I don’t really care about Valentines Day. But that’s another post for another blog.

Last of all, last night I went to the theatre with my friend Lizy to see Zach Braff’s new play, All New People. Here’s a photo of me on my way there, looking very haggard due to excessive alcohol and not sleep the night before (seriously, yesterday I had three hours of tutorials that I was still drunk/falling asleep in. Worst.)

Anyway, the play was great. I know it was critiqued because Zach Braff tends to write very similar characters and follow the same tropes in a lot of his work, but to be honest I didn’t mind. I like those characters, and I love Garden State, so I was bound to like this. Basically it’s a very black comedy about a guy (Zach Braff) who is about to hang himself in a beach house when he gets interrupted. and I can’t tell you much more than that without giving too much away. If it comes to Australia you guys should definitely go to see it.

And this is me now:

Still sleepy after last night (it was my friend Corinna’s 21st party, which I went to after the theatre) and starting my four day weekend. I really don’t like unemployment. Life’s far more boring without a job, not to mention the lack of financial independence. Fucking Brits with their terrible economy and insistence on paying everyone legally. I’ll be back in Melbourne and on the hospo scene in three months, sassy waitressing my little heart out in any case.

xx

Personal choice. There’s a big factor of risk vs. reward; you might end up with double the sensation or completely lose all of it. Coupled with the fact that the look of them doesn’t do anything for me, I wouldn’t get one.

But hey, it’s your body. Do what you like, just as long as you get it done somewhere clean and reputable I say go for it

just no safety pins through clits, ya hear?!

Mum and Dad: look away now. I went into town and got my nose pierced today. I really like it, but can’t wait until it’s healed and I can change it to a smaller ring. Right now it’s sticking out and makes me look a bit herp-derp. Also bought a new blue lipstick, just ‘cause I could. Coincidentally it’s the same blue that’s in my hair at the moment.

Now I’m just drinking tea and reading a graphic novel for my lit class on heroic women. It’s called ‘Fun Home’ by Alison Bechdel. It’s a “memoir marked by gothic twists, a family funeral home, sexual angst and great books.” And the main character is a lesbian. I don’t see how I couldn’t enjoy it.

Nothing concrete planned for the week apart from classes. Maybe coffee during the week with some friends and a night out next weekend. We’ll see!

What a crafty bitch I am. I crocheted myself a pair of slippers like a boss over the past 2 days. The flat has heating but it has tiles and floorboards throughout, so my toes get cold all too quickly. The pattern I used can be found here

Apart from that, not much has happened since I got back from London, apart from the fact that my hair has been fucking huge. Seriously, look at that monster! Going out with some people from one of my classes tomorrow night, which should be fun. Hopefully I’ll finish another roll of film then too, so I’ll be uploading more photos onto facebook soon.

xx

I’m balls-deep in London on Balls Pond Road.

At Artisan Roast having coffee and listening to Metronomy and the Shins.

Saucepan cake. No cake tins or mixing bowls. But in the words of Destiny’s Child, I’m a survivor. I’m gonna make it. And by “it” I mean a welcome cake for Laura and her friend Amy

Yes, I’m still alive. I just literally didn’t step outside my front door yesterday and the day before, so I haven’t had anything to tell you. But today I put on some $65 Tom Ford lipstick, went to the supermarket and stocked up the house in preparation for the ladylove’s (and ladylove’s friend Amy’s) arrival. Oh the joys of being a lady of leisure. I also stumbled upon a whole new arcade of vintage and art shops around the corner from the subway station from uni that I’d been walking past unknowingly since I got here.

It’s actually been ridiculously sunny and warm today, around 7 degrees. No coat necessary! Apparently it’s supposed to snow later in the week, but we’ll see. Be prepared to be slapped in the face with cutesie photos all week. Then next weekend we’re going down to London for some partytimes and my cousin’s 6th birthday. Who likes to rock the party? I like to rock the party.

Have a tattoo booking on March 14 at Forevermore Tattoo with Kenny. So fucking excited. Don’t ask what it is, it’s a surprise.

Now off to do Same-Sex Salsa with the GU LGBT group. Jazz hands and spirit fingers all ‘round! xx