Okaaay.. it's been 14 weeks as livejournal has so lovingly reminded me. So. I shall update once again, I'll try and be good from now on. I do miss livejournal, but I think I'm jaded by the fact that I am no longer queen. Ha. Weell.. I still read everyone else's on here quite regularly, and I'm starting to feel a little bit like a stalker. May as well, eh?

The d/l:

Nursing's okay - Not sure if I like it yet.

'Mid'-semester break - retarded for being so close to the end of uni, but shit loads of fun nonetheless! Went out to dinner many times, I think I got drunk every single night. Got absolutely no work done, even my weekly 600 word one I'm only just starting now.

Moving to Chapel Hill! Got evicted for not signing a new contract with new real estate so moving in with Helen's parents. Should be interesting moving back into a parental unit, haven't been in one for around 3 years. At least it's not my parents! - it's only until the start of uni next year, then I should have a place of my own again. With others. Of course.

Got a scholarship from uni! But only because I'm poor. Not because of academic merit.

Going to see JEHST in Melbourne soon! It coincides with my dad's yearly conference in Australia, so I may even get there for free! Aaaand I'm not going by myself anymore, Nathan and Skinny are coming with me, which fucken rules.

Going back to the Netherlands at the end of the year, perhaps even Rome also. My friend Heather will be in Rome at the time so I am going to try and scam a space on their floor and stay there for a while. Rather rather excited!

Bit of an update in a nutshell. I will try and be good from now on.

I just fucking swallowed some powerade the wrong way, tried to rectify it by burping and it came out of my nose. How does this happen?

I keep trying to drink cocoa butter, thinking it's my coffee. It's really pissing me off.

Livejournal I'm sorry.. I used to be such a faithful user, I think I have become disillusioned with the fact that I'm no longer a livejournal queen, as I was a few years ago. I've been reading my journals from when I was 15-17, I am actually jealous of myself from that era (not because I was livejournal cool). It seems like I had so much fun, and now I am fraught with responsibility and it's no longer where is my next stick coming from, but more where is my next meal coming from.. Putting it that way makes it sound rather dramatic, doesn't it.
Okay so it's not that bad, but it made me sad. Even though every 2nd or 3rd entry was about how much I hated my parents or how much I love Trent fucking Reznor. Gaahh.. what the fuck happened? Oh well.

So I've finished uni for another semester! Fuck yes. I have done absolutely nothing for the past week. Well, that's a lie.. Seen various people, gotten extremely drunk, managed to catch up with my lovely Heather, finafuckingly. Not worked though, which I'm not sure is good or bad. It will be a poor one again, next week. I've done well though! Been stingy. Can't wait for the cashflow, ooooh yeah.

Please please please please someone give me $1000 to get to All Tomorrow's Parties in December, I'll love you FOREVER I FUCKING SWEAR

Yes, that's right. LOOK:



Fucking arseholes. I have a sneaking suspicion it was the cunts downstairs, they have a herb collection in their mini balcony too. I grew that basil nice and big! I was waiting to have more money so I could make some mad pasta or pesto with it and now it's ALL GONE. I am so cut.

In other news, fantastic weekend. Jordan's housewarming/many birthdays on Saturday night, and tonight the magazine launch of the new QUT magazine. I don't go to QUT, but Jordan's creative director or something like that so we went and supported her, she even had a dj stint! It was aweseome.

And I saw ALAN tonight! He went to Melbourne (without saying goodbye, mind you) and I missed him dearly, he's back but I hadn't seen him yet and now I'm going to force him to be our new housemate. Also, he's going to come with me to Melbs to see Jehst, thank god I wont be by myself. I'm so glad he's back!

Ahh.. I really don't want to go to sleep.. I'll just have to wake up and tidy my room/study. Foul.

Dear livejournal,

I'm really sorry I have been neglecting you. I do love you, much much much much more than myspace.

Dear myspace,

I hate you. I hate you as much as big brother. Hate hate hate!

ooook!

So there was a SCRABBLE TOURNAMENT at QUT Kelvin Grove yesterday, where Jordan goes to uni. Being freaking awesome at scrabble, I went and played and LOST BY ONE POINT. It was down to me and this other girl (who by the way, I am able to say is even better than I am at scrabble) pretty much, ie it was a tournament so there were others playing but we were the highest scorers. She beat me 203-202. I don't care though, the only thing I'm cut about is not being able to say I WON. Although, I did end up coming third place (because I was win-win-lose, and some other guy was win-win-win even though I had much more points than him) and I won a scrabble board! I already have one, naturally, but it was still fucking brilliant!

So enough boasting.. I went into the operating theatre for observing today for prac. I was really fucking scared this morning, I almost vomited and cried at the same time. It turned out not to be too bad, the first op I saw was a shoulder arthroscopy, via endoscope so there wasn't too much blood &shit. Although, where he made the incision for the camera, it was pretty gross how he just shoved this metal bar into this guy's shoulder but I was okay. There was a bit of mallet banging towards the end, and a bit more blood but I couldn't really see anything from where I was sitting because the doctor was rather large and pretty much in the way.

Although the second operation, a remove and replace elbow implant. Shit. At first it wasn't too bad, I was able to remove myself from thinking it was a real person because there was no blood. They put a tourniquet at the top of the arm so it cuts off circulation, but they can only have it on for two hours. I thought I was being smart and running off to lunch before they took it off, but stupid me forgot that of course it was going to be bloody when I got back! It was like a three hour procedure, and when I got back there was so much fucking blood. HEAPS. All over the floor& the surgeons dress thing, and just constantly dripping down. I stayed though, and watched almost all of it. Almost.

Arrgh.. how I'll ever be a nurse I have no fucking idea.

So, Melbourne was fucking awesome.

Spent most of the time at this uber cool little den thing called e:fiftyfive, it was there we met bartender/dnb dj extraordinaire Mikey, I think I was complaining about the lack of dnb in Brisbane and he pointed us in the direction of Bulletproof, which turned out to be a very fucking awesome gig.

Probably the best night I've had in Melbourne so far, you need guides to go out if you want to go anywhere decent. Somehow we ended up continuing the party after the dnb was over with these people we met outside, I can't really remember what was going on. We ended up in a tiny club playing rock lobster, then when that closed another place that was open and serving drinks until 7am. Loooong night, didn't get up the next day until about 6pm.

Sunday was back at e55 for more dnb, excellent mix by Mikey and his friend who's name escapes me.. very nice and chilled out until about 11:30 when a whole bunch of chopped fuck heads from the first NIN concert came in. Completely ruined the atmosphere. At least we had normal intervention at times, when mikey or his friend were off the decks but it was still wak. We stayed until closing and then went and had pizza with them. Seemed like the best pizza ever.

MONDAY.. was NIN. Caitlin and I couldn't really be arsed lining up, so we went to Brunswick St and went to the line at about 5. We did what we hate everyone else doing, we sort of pushed in. SORT OF, ONLY SORT OF YOU FUCKERS. We managed again to get guest passes, and ended up on a left balcony on Jeordie's side of the stage at the front. It was an excellent view, though I couldn't see Josh.

Gooooooood.. it was good. Played a little bit too much year zero, although Me, I'm Not was very very very fucking excellent. The set was mostly the same as Brisbane, but instead of The Big Come Down & Down In It, we got LAST (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! never EVER thought I'd hear this live!!), MR SELF DESTRUCT and INTO THE FUCKING VOID, CUNT. Christ, it was amazing. Didn't play Closer or Hurt either, which was a nice change. V V V good set. I can't stop saying it. Argh.

Also, Trent spoke to us. Which I've never really seen him do.Actually asked us if we were okay. And before the concert, when only the spiral people were in Trent stood out our side of the stage to have a look and this guy we were with yelled out his name & we waved and he waved back! Ahh.
A whole bunch of shit went down at the first concert, security wasn't doing their job, a girl was raped in the toilets (by security, apparently?) and Trent walked of stage early because he chucked a shit when someone yelled out something during Hurt. It's alll on the NIN forums if you're interested.

Tuesday was the best all day breakfast ever, sourdough bread with bacon & eggs, chilli jam and a fucking bloody mary. Best combination! So good.

I am so glad I went, it was the best weekend ever. EVER. I'm so sad I'm home.

Aargh.. Nine Inch Nails last night was fucking awesome. So unbelievably awesome. Better than I expected, far better than last time. They only played two songs from the new album as well so that was good. The set list was brilliant, particularly DOWN IN IT. I never EVER thought I'd get to hear that song live, I fucking died. Trent came into the crowd though, which sucked because that meant every fucker surged towards me because I was in the corner on the barrier. Quite a few battle scars.

Melbourne on the weekend now. I can't fucking wait. Oh god.

My god. I feel like someone has used me as a hanky, repeatedly, after crumpling me up into their pocket several times. This is an outrage! I don't get sick! Not like this, anyway. I'm always hard about others being sick. Now I know what it feels like. So sorry.

I have to go to uni on fucking anzac day tomorrow. Not that anzac day really means anything to me, but FUCK, it's every Australian's right to get fucked up tonight and spend all of tomorrow in bed, right?

I am feeling very sorry for myself at the moment.

Forgot to add yesterday, funniest fucking thing I'd heard in a while, I was making coffee at Steve & Terence's when Terence asked me if I would like some milk, or rather 'do you fuck with milk?'

Hahahah..