Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Lucky numbers.

No rest for the wicked, so Star's shirt says.
Well I've spent my whole life avoiding wickedness, but still no rest it seems.
I'm tired. My standard response to everything these days. It doesn't seem to change.

2 days until the April "holiday"
4 briefs I should be doing right now.
1 band I feel like listening to.
1 week 1 day until my dad comes home.
1 week 4 days until my mom comes home.
1 hour until my grandparents get home.
10 fingernails I can't stop biting.
12 episodes of Fringe I want to watch.
100 books I want to read.
1000 places I want to go.
48 hours of sleep needed.
2 people I am worried about.
8 months until its finished.
7 months until I'm 21.
90 000 hairs on my head that need washing.
1 caramel-vanilla cake that needs baking.
3 words I can't say.
100 friends I've neglected.
1 I should.
1 blister that is hurting me.
5 kitsch frames I bought today.
1 birthday present too.
1 3D movie to see tomorrow.
1 plan to work out for next year.
1 post-grad to find.
1 hand that determines my entire career.
1 plan I was left out of
1 wave of nostalgia killing me.
1 place I should be.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Worth it.

Hold Your Horses, "70 Million"

Go watch. now.

It's me again.

Its been wayy too long til I've had time to blog. This week was a mare of note. 

Lack of sleep + hangovers from 21sts + Friday deadline + too much junk food = a very worn out Mich.

Lunch breaks have definitely been the highlights of the past few weeks at college, Justin's introduced me to some great places...

1. Charly's Bakery
Ah, words cannot describe. It reminds me of the Magic Faraway Tree (my favourite book when I was little) when they went to the Land of Treats. They have chandeliers with 2 of my favourite things hanging from them; those kitsch bride and groom cake toppers and antique teacups! I had bacon and mushroom quiche, and then went halvies on chocolate cheesecake and a peppermint crisp muffin. Mmmm. Go there, now.

2. Bread, Milk and Honey
They have red and white striped walls, so obviously I loved it. Drinking tea makes me too hot, but if you're a fan they have a huuuge variety of interesting flavours. I had a smoked chicken mayonnaise, peppadew and mozzarella ciabatta. Yumzor.

3. Voila
In the centre of Cape Quarter, this one has absolutely stunning decor. The hanging teacup lights were my favourite, and the pink and green colour scheme is pretty damn awesome. I will be going back for the egg mayo, bacon and watercress sandwich since dear Justin refused to sit with me if I ordered it. But the Chicken Caesar on buttermilk rye was a good substitute.

The subsequent visits to Spar for junk food and McDonalds for dinner were slightly less sublime, as we felt the consequences later...

Thoughts that go through my head night before deadline...
1. Why, oh God, why am I not asleep right now.
2. (To the people singing karaoke across the road) I hope you die a horrible death.
3. Mmm McDonalds...
4. (An hour later) Urgh McDonalds you bastard.
5. I am good enough. I will never be a designer ever. No I'm a good designer. No, shit I'm really not. 
6. Fuck this, I'm going to slap some Comic Sans on it and go to bed.

(I don't actually do that last one...thats the design equivalent of being caught with a transsexual hooker behind the 7-11. The Plumstead branch.)

Anyhoo, I ended up with 3 book covers that need more work, but are finished for hand-in purposes.I have also acquired about 32 kg, 6 new zits and a newfound addiction to Oatso Easy. So alls well that ends well really.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Writer's block

I don't know what to write about these days. Everything I write sounds emo. How are you meant to say, in a non-self indulgent way that I know its coming, I know I'm going to have to come up with some wonderful reaction that's going to define everything, I'm tired of my inner monologue, I just want to design some bloody book covers and there is a storm inside my head despite the heatwave.

In other news, it was so hot today my cat almost passed out. Poor Roger :(

In other other news, I would sell my kidney for walls like this. Off Ruche's blog.

Sunday, March 7, 2010


I have 4 and a half more hours until my alarm goes off.
But I can't sleep.

I'm itchy from cluster pictures (that thing I'm scared of), tired from drinking, stressed coz thats what I do, exhausted from running after you, sweaty from being hot all day.

Need to make a toga.


10 things I learnt this week...

1. I have trypophobia. Its a real thing!
2. Babar Papa was not all in my head.
3. Kim is a playa of note ;)
4. My hangovers last for days.
5. I really like wearing red lipstick.
6. I have a dirty mind.
7. You will never love me.
8. I could listen to White Stripes all day, every day.
9. I have no idea what I am doing.
10. I need sleep more than the average person.

Kimmi's 21st

I love my Kimbo. And now she is 21 :) We brought it in 20's style...then took over Tin Roof, shut down Tiger and met our favourite taxi driver Floyd. Epic.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Standing in the rain

Oh! Oh Goddamnit! I think I've lost it.
Oh God! Goddamnit, I think I've lost you.

Oh! Oh Goddamnit.
I think I've lost it and I think that I've lost you.

I give myself good advice, but seldom do I follow it.

'Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), 'you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.'
'And what does it live on?'
'Weak tea with cream in it.'
A new difficulty came into Alice's head. 'Supposing it couldn't find any?' she suggested.
'Then it would die, of course.'
'But that must happen very often,' Alice remarked thoughtfully.
'It always happens,' said the Gnat.
After this, Alice was silent for a minute or two, pondering.

Monday, March 1, 2010

It happens

I don't feel like working.

I feel like...

Sleeping. And waking up without an alarm. And eating strawberries. And reading. Either really amazing literary classics that I won't understand or Anthony Horowitz books I used to read in junior school. And listen to Kimya Dawson. And White Stripes. And Say Anything. And get tattoos. And not think so much. And watch Series Channel. And not care so much. But care a little bit more. And be loved by you. And just chill with my cat all day. And illustrate just because. And do anything just because really. And swim and not care about my hair. And not need make-up so much. And not cry in every Grey's Anatomy episode. And not need so many pills. And blog more. And be a crafty-type person who randomly crochets shiz. And look cool not random. And be energetic and happy all the time. And like romantic comedies. And be thin. And not hang on every word you say. And not write self-indulgent emo blog posts. Shit too late.