My [Visual Culture and Media of the Industial age] lecturer always rabbited on about displacement. My father's going to know the true meaning of displacement when he wakes up tomorrow morning. That'll teach him to call The Shins shit. I'm not happy here. ------- I've cooled down now... that was just something I had written down in front of me from before when I was watching The Shins live on ABC2. It just stems from the fact that I really do not get along with my family. But I can move on from that, I probably won't do what I intended to do. I think I will clean my room though. Because now I have tiiiime! =] Today Sarah and I went to Carlisle St. It was great, so untouched, like a bohemian paradise that was so cool it had not yet been proclaimed cool by those in the know, the "hipsters" who have to ruin everything for everybody. I had gone with her after our lunch at Mamadukes with Lawra, and after a Spiros sighting which prompted me to share my exciting news that I had discovered through Facebook stalking... Marcus Westbury etc etc. Anyhow. I'd decided to head off with Sarah, and I was glad to do so, because now we were free; the last drawing folio was handed in today, and while I didn't finish it I was satisfied that I'm not about to fail! So hurrah, the butter truly is finished. We walked to the tram, and I was cursing out loud the fact that I had not run into Tom ["And his low cut tops" chimed Sarah. Ha, ha.] At the tram stop we ran into Vanessa, a girl from my drawing class, just as we had our faces up against the windows of the closed op shop trying to see if there was anything interesting. The conversation was fine with Vanessa and I, until I introduced her to Sarah, then she didn't hear something Sarah had said properly... and so we just talked amongst ourselves with Vanessa kind of off to the side. I mean, I do feel bad. But at the same time... I don't know her that well. We have a small drawing class so I've pretty much talked to all of them at one time or another. That was the only reason conversation was initiated. Plus she's a nice girl! Apparently she only just got her folio in and Maria jokingly said she was too late. Anyway. OH, Lawra said I looked pretty today. Hahaha. It's because of the eyeliner, which is pretty much all over my face now due to the earlier Shins related hissy fit chucked by yours truly. So once in Carlisle St, we mainly just walked and talked. Sarah wanted to get crepes from the Russian crepe place, but it was closed for renovations. The sign in the window instructed us to head into the Russian video store next door, so we did so tentatively. There was NOTHING in English in that store, and I was scared that I was going to have a hit put out on me from the Russian Mafia just for going in! We found movies that looked somewhat like porn, but mostly they all looked like Russian versions of what we know and love. And there was a lot of what looked to be arthouse, which could've been pretty cool. Eventually one of the customers stopped speaking Russian long enough for Sarah to ask the shopkeeper where the crepes were, and he kind of creepily led us to this fridge where they sat in their packages, neatly. They seemed kind of out of place amongst the videos... anyway. Sarah bought them and as the shopkeeper handed back the chance, he said "Please." We skidaddled straight out of there and I couldn't help but piss myself laughing. After dropping books off at the library and having a guava/cranberry drink [for me: Sarah had a short machiato, not that STARBUCKS would have known what that was] we took the train to Windsor and walked along Chapel St. It was then that we realised what Daylight Savings had really done to us, as all the shops were closed along Greville St [I introduced it to Sarah: I couldn't believe she of all people had never been there!] because it was close to 6:30pm! Damn light playing its tricks. We headed off to Macro in Armadale because it was close to closing time, then each headed our seperate ways off home. Not before Sarah emptied out the entire contents of her bag trying to find her bank card to pay for parsley and spring onions. The register boy clearly was not impressed. They didn't have my French biscuits! *annoyed* -------- i looked down & there was a bit of blood on my suit. says: yes he's never seen bill and teds i looked down & there was a bit of blood on my suit. says: and im gonna say to him tomorrow 'it's like you're keanu reeves and im alex winter' 'what does that mean ?' 'yeah exactly.' Starring Keanu Reeves! says: hahahahahahah! it's like, the most original way of saying "you deserve to die" that i've heard to date i looked down & there was a bit of blood on my suit. says: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA