"In Melbourne you're uncool and square unless you're a lesbian sculptress. Who works only in zinc."

a dandiacal day.
i suppose it technically began with my staying up last night to... do nothing, really. i spent hours clicking around the internet and started reading March. this has been the fourth day spent indulging in the fact that i finished two important assignments last week, both at the last minute, and do not have anything more due for a couple of weeks.
i spent the entire weekend working, which was meh apart from the fact that i got to work with Andrew on saturday, and bitch with him for 6 hours about how pathetically understaffed we are. also, he bought me coffee. so did Rakesh.
the prelude to the weekend was nice too, come to think of it. i saw krista on thursday, to see History Boys and eat ice cream... then i skipped a night of sleep to finish my philosophy essay, which was quite a lot of fun to write, in the end. on friday millie came over, and on saturday i watched Sadie Benning's early short films with Jared. it was strangely familiar - at 15 i spent an enormous amount of time bemoaning my sexuality to anonymous strangers. some people just have more beautiful and interesting ways of going about it. (though i should mention that comparing her work to my experience is a simplification in the extreme.)

this morning i had to rush into uni for a single hour of class, though it was all worthwhile for the hours spent at manning bar afterward commiserating over our demoralising education tutor. waiting outside a bar in the middle of the day in order to start drinking as soon as it opened was a new experience.
i then headed to red eye to get tickets for this week, and bought two pretty cds. le tigre and new buffalo. i am finally becoming a good (i.e. music purchasing) person.

this evening we saw Dylan Moran at the state theatre. i've never been very good at talking about events like it, but suffice to say it was great.

later on i went running for the first time in months. part of the reason it has been such a long time is that the last time i went there were people having sex in the park. at 1 in the morning. to say i was fascinated makes me sound like a freak - i suppose i was more humoured and bewildered by the whole situation. the moral of the story is: do not have sex in the park at 1am. you may end up bewildering me and being written about on my blog.

hm. i should finish my reading for classical mythology. then i will sleep.
goodnight, hearties.