Yes, well it certainly has been a while. Presently I sit on the couch in our luxurious living room. I have spanish learning paraphenalia surrounding me, as well as old newspapers, magazines and used coffee cups. The house is abuzz today- uni has been neglected by the housemates, instead undertaking last minute assignments. There is also excitement as there are two tradesmen on the roof of next door dismantling an old shed. I awoke to their hankering, and the three of us were contemplating whether we should go and sunbake in our bikinis in front of them, or offer 'light refreshments'. Bit of a laugh, really.
After working every day last week, I now currently find myself unemployed (again). I happily bade the most recent of workplaces adieu, we weren't too compatible. Yesterday I spent doing glorious things, which require time, and freedom. Parents have generously donated some fun times money, including getting a haircut and buying a 'trashy mag'. It also included getting Merida all fixed up, and I now feel safe going down hills, instead of feeling like riding a billycart.
Today is much the same- this whole week I have no plans, really, so I intend to get my life further back into order. Sort out centrelink, restock my fridge basket with goodies from the Queen Vic markets, catch up with some friends, buy some underwear, you know the deal. Yesterday I also vacuumed the shed which made it a helluva lot nicer, actually making me WANT to be there. Good times!
I may have landed a job doing business at the Birrarung Marr, except no plans have been arranged as of yet. That would be mad fun though. I'm also inquiring into volunteering with the Fitzroy Learning Network as a headstart to Argentina, and also checking out the local Amnesty group. I have way more energy for doing things like this when I'm not working 10-6.30. I also feel a lot more happier when the sun is shining. Funny, that.
At the end of all this, I know I am going overseas quite soon, to have fun times with fun people. Subsequently it is difficult to get too depressed about much. The only catch is the money. Huzzah!!! I'll devise a scheme....
Take care, babies.
xox g
Monday, March 30, 2009
Connex fun
March 20
I'm currently feeling the full brunt of Connex’s shitness. IT has been a distant news item for me for quite sometime- meaningless headlines emanating from The Age. But now, at 8.37am, sitting on the bitchumen on Merri station, platform 1, it has now become a devastating reality. Rush hour, right. I have just missed two trains because they have been SO chockers full of poor souls. Hands and various body parts were smooshed against the windows, scared faces peering out. It reminded me a little bit of the Thai trains, which were always full of faces staring out at you.
It’s a beautiful morning, I’m heading home. The walk here was glorious and the sun is spreading its golden glory out yonder. But it has been tainted. The PA just announced that the next train was delayed, much to the audible dismay of the other platform go-ers.
I'm currently feeling the full brunt of Connex’s shitness. IT has been a distant news item for me for quite sometime- meaningless headlines emanating from The Age. But now, at 8.37am, sitting on the bitchumen on Merri station, platform 1, it has now become a devastating reality. Rush hour, right. I have just missed two trains because they have been SO chockers full of poor souls. Hands and various body parts were smooshed against the windows, scared faces peering out. It reminded me a little bit of the Thai trains, which were always full of faces staring out at you.
It’s a beautiful morning, I’m heading home. The walk here was glorious and the sun is spreading its golden glory out yonder. But it has been tainted. The PA just announced that the next train was delayed, much to the audible dismay of the other platform go-ers.
Monday, March 9, 2009
oranges in the sun
1/4 to 9pm and I'm just munging into the last of my pasta sauce, along with 79c spaghetti. My cheese, which has lasted me a good 3 weeks, has finally come to the end of its tether, its final hurrah being melted between the noo-noos and the saucy- waucy.
Luckily, I have just been home, and upon return to Melbourne, have been able to provide for my housemates. Going home- as for all four of us here, means a total cleanising of our digestive tracts. Home means long, big lunches, endless supplies to bake with, and friviolous guzzling, regardless of prices. It's quite the privilage. I have bought home a plastic bag full of freshly plucked corn heads, some nashi apples from Shakira's nashi tree, and the remaining half of a carrot cake I created at home on Saturday afternoon. I left four oranges on our back decking over the weekend. They were slightly green. The Californian ones were bright, beautifully orange, whilst the Australian ones were not as ripe. None the less, they are Aussies, and have feelings too. They are better- both environmentally and economically- for me.
It's 1/4 to 9pm and I'm still decked out in my waitressing blacks. Although I got home two hours ago, I have not gotten changed. These clothes - to quote Eliza, my 'uniform' -become indeed 'my second skin'. I don't mind, as it too means money. Oh, shall I say 'I'm only doing it for the money' (Thanks for plotting this one out first for me Pies). It's not certain for how many weeks/ months I'll be wearing me blacks but rest assured I appreciate spending time with them now.
So things have improved since my last post, yes indeed. Though it did feel strange leaving my Indigo Valley home for my Fitzroy North home so soon, once back here, it feels the same again. My shed, with its same endearing, musty smell, some unwashed clothes on the floor, and the oranges I left out, which are now wholesomely their colour. It's not so foreign anymore. Although it is still a challenge. Everyday something new, a new responsibility or phonecall, or meeting, pops up, but it falls well within my ability to deal with it.
All is good, methinks.
Until next time.
G
Luckily, I have just been home, and upon return to Melbourne, have been able to provide for my housemates. Going home- as for all four of us here, means a total cleanising of our digestive tracts. Home means long, big lunches, endless supplies to bake with, and friviolous guzzling, regardless of prices. It's quite the privilage. I have bought home a plastic bag full of freshly plucked corn heads, some nashi apples from Shakira's nashi tree, and the remaining half of a carrot cake I created at home on Saturday afternoon. I left four oranges on our back decking over the weekend. They were slightly green. The Californian ones were bright, beautifully orange, whilst the Australian ones were not as ripe. None the less, they are Aussies, and have feelings too. They are better- both environmentally and economically- for me.
It's 1/4 to 9pm and I'm still decked out in my waitressing blacks. Although I got home two hours ago, I have not gotten changed. These clothes - to quote Eliza, my 'uniform' -become indeed 'my second skin'. I don't mind, as it too means money. Oh, shall I say 'I'm only doing it for the money' (Thanks for plotting this one out first for me Pies). It's not certain for how many weeks/ months I'll be wearing me blacks but rest assured I appreciate spending time with them now.
So things have improved since my last post, yes indeed. Though it did feel strange leaving my Indigo Valley home for my Fitzroy North home so soon, once back here, it feels the same again. My shed, with its same endearing, musty smell, some unwashed clothes on the floor, and the oranges I left out, which are now wholesomely their colour. It's not so foreign anymore. Although it is still a challenge. Everyday something new, a new responsibility or phonecall, or meeting, pops up, but it falls well within my ability to deal with it.
All is good, methinks.
Until next time.
G
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
come and see the real thing, come and see
Saturday 21st feb, 2pm
I am currently located in the good ol’ hearty St Jeromes bar in the city. Although the stench from the nearby bins wafts into the courtyard, and the table on which my laptop is currently resting is covered in a sticky grime, it is a swell place. It’s somewhat like what I imagine New York to be. I just had a ginger ale and read through some of the info I have collected about requirements for jobs I’ve applied for. This week has been interesting, in me being powerless to an extent to determine my employment status.
It’s challenging to keep persisting when nothing is coming back to you. Logically you start to wonder whether or not your actions are having the effect you want, and if not, then why not. You tend to tweak your actions if you’re not being rewarded by them. But it’s different with this. The only way to do it is to persist. To work hard and consistently and not to get overwhelmed by the deafening silence coming from my mobile.
Once the fresh newness of the city wears off it’s time to get started, except I can’t.
Wednesday 25th Feb
It’s different having people around me who are also doing nothing. Since my housemates start uni next week, they’ve been leisurely hanging at home, eating, talking, reading. This somewhat eases me and lets me soak up this spare time, rather than feeling guilty about it. Some people were around the other day and we spent the whole afternoon sitting on the floor, talking and eating, everyone together. The internet man was meant to be arriving between 1 and 5pm, which evidently gave us an excuse to wait patiently for him. He never showed up, but it was a grand excuse to relax.
It rained last night. This grey light also makes me just want to rug up all day and read and drink milo. It feel s easier to do this when the weather is dull. Still, I will be hitting up Sydney Road soon and trying my next round of job hunting at a cafe. I will then head to savers quickly and also fill up my backpack with groceries, before heading home and doing just that. Then I can relax for the afternoon, eh?
Doing the open mike every Tuesday night is giving me the beginning of a routine, which is something I grasp onto warmly. I’m also starting Spanish lessons on Thursday night so both of these things will be good for me. Beneficial because regardless of the job circumstance I will still be doing something worthwhile.
It’s just waiting that is the annoying part. I’m having a trial tomorrow morning, and am also doing another waitressing gig on Friday. Will be saying goodbye to darling Pies after that. It’s gonna be entirely different without her.
I’m now off to email my darling sister Bump.
I hope you are all doing nicely.
I am currently located in the good ol’ hearty St Jeromes bar in the city. Although the stench from the nearby bins wafts into the courtyard, and the table on which my laptop is currently resting is covered in a sticky grime, it is a swell place. It’s somewhat like what I imagine New York to be. I just had a ginger ale and read through some of the info I have collected about requirements for jobs I’ve applied for. This week has been interesting, in me being powerless to an extent to determine my employment status.
It’s challenging to keep persisting when nothing is coming back to you. Logically you start to wonder whether or not your actions are having the effect you want, and if not, then why not. You tend to tweak your actions if you’re not being rewarded by them. But it’s different with this. The only way to do it is to persist. To work hard and consistently and not to get overwhelmed by the deafening silence coming from my mobile.
Once the fresh newness of the city wears off it’s time to get started, except I can’t.
Wednesday 25th Feb
It’s different having people around me who are also doing nothing. Since my housemates start uni next week, they’ve been leisurely hanging at home, eating, talking, reading. This somewhat eases me and lets me soak up this spare time, rather than feeling guilty about it. Some people were around the other day and we spent the whole afternoon sitting on the floor, talking and eating, everyone together. The internet man was meant to be arriving between 1 and 5pm, which evidently gave us an excuse to wait patiently for him. He never showed up, but it was a grand excuse to relax.
It rained last night. This grey light also makes me just want to rug up all day and read and drink milo. It feel s easier to do this when the weather is dull. Still, I will be hitting up Sydney Road soon and trying my next round of job hunting at a cafe. I will then head to savers quickly and also fill up my backpack with groceries, before heading home and doing just that. Then I can relax for the afternoon, eh?
Doing the open mike every Tuesday night is giving me the beginning of a routine, which is something I grasp onto warmly. I’m also starting Spanish lessons on Thursday night so both of these things will be good for me. Beneficial because regardless of the job circumstance I will still be doing something worthwhile.
It’s just waiting that is the annoying part. I’m having a trial tomorrow morning, and am also doing another waitressing gig on Friday. Will be saying goodbye to darling Pies after that. It’s gonna be entirely different without her.
I’m now off to email my darling sister Bump.
I hope you are all doing nicely.
Monday, February 16, 2009
hi team
I once again find myself in the midst of the State Library of Victoria. It has become a bit of a haven, really, offering many a wireless, air con, culture, quiet, and of course, books. I don't feel so bad about doing nothing when I come here.
So presently I am seeking employment (aren't we all?). Some promising offers have been presented, and then lapsed, and I'm kind of kicking around this no-man's-land, trying to figure it all out.
I'm making an effort to catch up with my Melbourne acquaintances to 'cast the net wide' if you will, and soak up all this metropolitan goodness. I'm trying to do this, mind you, spending as little cashiki as possible. I am quite proud of my tight-arse abilities but it is truely being put to the test being down here. I have to keep reminding myself that I'll only be unemployed for a little while longer. No exemptions...!
My shed is becoming more cosy. I spent some time last week hacking into Inpress and Beat, getting all the stellar band/festival adverts out and adorning the brick walls. I slept wonderfully last night, decked in my hoodie and trackie pants, for the first time in the shed. I also did a shop at Aldi this morning, which was interesting. There are three supermarkets from my place which are roughly the same distance away from each other, so it's personal prefence which one you visit. No one had gone to Aldi before, so I thought I'd be courageous and visit the land of the unknown brands. I intended to do a small shop, as I had ridden my bike and only had a handbag to fill up, but I got too excited and ended up gettting three. I ended up having to balance them carefully on the handle bars home, making sure I didn't take out any nonnas.
There is an open mike night tonight at the Empress on Nicholson which I may attend. Hopefully I can nab Pies' guitar for that one, as the one I have brought down will hardly wow the crowds.
I'll keep ya'll posted. Take care now,
G
So presently I am seeking employment (aren't we all?). Some promising offers have been presented, and then lapsed, and I'm kind of kicking around this no-man's-land, trying to figure it all out.
I'm making an effort to catch up with my Melbourne acquaintances to 'cast the net wide' if you will, and soak up all this metropolitan goodness. I'm trying to do this, mind you, spending as little cashiki as possible. I am quite proud of my tight-arse abilities but it is truely being put to the test being down here. I have to keep reminding myself that I'll only be unemployed for a little while longer. No exemptions...!
My shed is becoming more cosy. I spent some time last week hacking into Inpress and Beat, getting all the stellar band/festival adverts out and adorning the brick walls. I slept wonderfully last night, decked in my hoodie and trackie pants, for the first time in the shed. I also did a shop at Aldi this morning, which was interesting. There are three supermarkets from my place which are roughly the same distance away from each other, so it's personal prefence which one you visit. No one had gone to Aldi before, so I thought I'd be courageous and visit the land of the unknown brands. I intended to do a small shop, as I had ridden my bike and only had a handbag to fill up, but I got too excited and ended up gettting three. I ended up having to balance them carefully on the handle bars home, making sure I didn't take out any nonnas.
There is an open mike night tonight at the Empress on Nicholson which I may attend. Hopefully I can nab Pies' guitar for that one, as the one I have brought down will hardly wow the crowds.
I'll keep ya'll posted. Take care now,
G
Sunday, February 8, 2009
kiddly winks
gargh . argh. eh.
where to start?
today is my first day of being a melbournian. Fancy that, eh? Eh? I came down here last night with Pies, under the eeiry light of smoke, and 774 Radio National blaring the whole 350kms, to begin life outside of the coop. It hasn't sunken in yet, the fact that I now reside in Dudley Street, North Fitzroy (SICK AS NAME). Rupert Street is the one next door, all very Harry Potter-esque, really. It feels like I'll be heading home in a couple of days, just like I always have. Give it time and I'm sure I'll get used to it.
This summer has been pretty grand. It has involved me working at both the lettuce farm- affectionatley dubbed 'The Farm' and also Muffin Break. Dubbed 'muff muff is fun fun'. It has also involved me getting my p's and finally turning 18 and being able to do grown up things, like going out to Albury. Woo, Roi Bar! Sick as!
It has also involved, as everyone knows, this crazy incineration of all things Victorian over the last 3 or so days. It was so strange driving down last night, as Yackanandah was preparing and the adrenalin starting to sink in. The city feels so removed from it all, and I only heard mention of it in scattered conversation during work today. But it's all I can think about at the moment. Of course, it feels worse being far away as you don't know the fire's proximity, its direction, its force. It's brisk down here today and I've heard conditions are a bit better so this is all good.
Uncertain what I'll do this afternoon. Probably continue to look for jobs, housing. Probably go for an explore around my new stomping ground too. But now I think I will grab some pho and dig into some reading.
Take care, ya'll.
where to start?
today is my first day of being a melbournian. Fancy that, eh? Eh? I came down here last night with Pies, under the eeiry light of smoke, and 774 Radio National blaring the whole 350kms, to begin life outside of the coop. It hasn't sunken in yet, the fact that I now reside in Dudley Street, North Fitzroy (SICK AS NAME). Rupert Street is the one next door, all very Harry Potter-esque, really. It feels like I'll be heading home in a couple of days, just like I always have. Give it time and I'm sure I'll get used to it.
This summer has been pretty grand. It has involved me working at both the lettuce farm- affectionatley dubbed 'The Farm' and also Muffin Break. Dubbed 'muff muff is fun fun'. It has also involved me getting my p's and finally turning 18 and being able to do grown up things, like going out to Albury. Woo, Roi Bar! Sick as!
It has also involved, as everyone knows, this crazy incineration of all things Victorian over the last 3 or so days. It was so strange driving down last night, as Yackanandah was preparing and the adrenalin starting to sink in. The city feels so removed from it all, and I only heard mention of it in scattered conversation during work today. But it's all I can think about at the moment. Of course, it feels worse being far away as you don't know the fire's proximity, its direction, its force. It's brisk down here today and I've heard conditions are a bit better so this is all good.
Uncertain what I'll do this afternoon. Probably continue to look for jobs, housing. Probably go for an explore around my new stomping ground too. But now I think I will grab some pho and dig into some reading.
Take care, ya'll.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
eki eki
Hi there sports fans
Golly gosh. Summer eh? This is going to be swell. I have now finished school, graduated, and am allowing myself the feeling of relaxation again. It has been a good year since we were last aquainted and let me tell you, I have missed it. Readjusting to life post study is like applying the brakes to your life until you're at a complete standstill. At the moment I'm just sitting, doing nothing. No direction as of yet. It feels somewhat disconcerting, but once you get used to it, seriously wonderful.
Today, in an attempt to gain some form of cashiki, I worked at a lettuce farm. This was good, though tiring. But overall it feels good to be doing something. I may work again next week but still, nothing is certain. I may also fill my weeks with babysitting and other random paid shamozzle around the house (ie gardening) to fill my time and my wallet. ha!
These holidays are going to offer opportunities to catch up with those whom I have neglected over the past year, and too to do things I have been to busy to do. I'm looking forward to sleepovers and barbecues. Pools and watermelons. The river. Friends. Turning 18. P's. And carving my next directions. It's pretty darned exciting.
Four days at mitta for our schoolies was ideal for getting completely out of the school mindset. Definitley more camping needs to ensue also.
Take care youse,
happy holidays
g
Golly gosh. Summer eh? This is going to be swell. I have now finished school, graduated, and am allowing myself the feeling of relaxation again. It has been a good year since we were last aquainted and let me tell you, I have missed it. Readjusting to life post study is like applying the brakes to your life until you're at a complete standstill. At the moment I'm just sitting, doing nothing. No direction as of yet. It feels somewhat disconcerting, but once you get used to it, seriously wonderful.
Today, in an attempt to gain some form of cashiki, I worked at a lettuce farm. This was good, though tiring. But overall it feels good to be doing something. I may work again next week but still, nothing is certain. I may also fill my weeks with babysitting and other random paid shamozzle around the house (ie gardening) to fill my time and my wallet. ha!
These holidays are going to offer opportunities to catch up with those whom I have neglected over the past year, and too to do things I have been to busy to do. I'm looking forward to sleepovers and barbecues. Pools and watermelons. The river. Friends. Turning 18. P's. And carving my next directions. It's pretty darned exciting.
Four days at mitta for our schoolies was ideal for getting completely out of the school mindset. Definitley more camping needs to ensue also.
Take care youse,
happy holidays
g
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