2003 is the year i become boring and i love it. i am so into sitting in front of the heater and reading. it's hot. this last weekend was kind of quiet but good. i have been spending money like a crazy mutha so i have put myself on a budget so i can save for all those oh, so important things that i lack in my life like a dvd player, a washing machine, shoes without holes, more than one pair of jeans etc etc. so i am totally budgeting and making my own fun.
friday night i window shopped in the city for two hours on the way home from work ( i have been getting to work before 10 everyday, can you believe it?), looking at dvd's and cheap t-shirts at best and less. upon arriving home i made my new dish, risotto, and watched 'titanic' on the television that went for like 12 hours with all the ad breaks. then i did my new favourite thing: chatting to matt and shale on messenger. matt has a webcam which is totally awesome / addictive. it's great to check out his different outfits everyday.
saturday morning i woke up at like 8am. that was competely weird and rad. i got a tram into town and visited all my record shop working friends, stopping to look at the buffy merch at minotaur. from 1987 to 1992 i used to that every saturday, go from record shop to record shop and pretty much spend no money but just be happy to do the rounds of the shops. i spent some of a voucher i had from augogo on some new tunes / replaced some lost tunes.
my computer finally packed it on saturday morning too which was a bummer as i found a webcam really cheap whilst shopping. normally a dying computer would be the death of me but i can't be bothered getting upset about shit like that anymore. i am now using ben's fancy imac he loaned to me before he went to japan. after the city i met up with natalie and matt for italian coffee and cake in smith street. good stuff. natalie looked at some new shoes for me and furniture for her and matt. apparently she can get me the shoes i want cheap. rad.
the girls came over for dinner on saturday night. i made risotto again. do you love it? we listened to tunes and watched the porno that they gave me for christmas called 'a beautiful dick' which is terrible but features these amazing farm animal / elephant type noises loudly in the background while men clumsily poke each other on rugs. we then flicked through my 'picture book of saints' which includes saint rita the most mainly looking woman ever. the rest of the night mindy and i cracked each other up by saying 'saint rita' in a high pitched mexican voice or making elephant noises.
after too long on my couch (which is slowly getting more and more uncomfortable - an other item to add to the to buy list), we headed down to the evelyn to see art of fighting who were great. the girls headed home and i probably should have too, but i headed out with the aof crew. first stop was the old bar which i had never been to but am now totally in love with. lots of young hot spanish men and women with a good mix of indie / skater kids all grinding to timberlake. nice.
next stop, tankerville. that should have been enough of a sign to go home but i love to drink with the brothers browne. 4.30am came very quickly and i went to bed without enough water. missed landline on sunday morning - my new favourite show - it's a farming type show for all you overseas folk. slowly got myself together and went to see 'igby goes down' at the wesgarth by myself while it drizzled outside. followed by 'girl interrupted' on the tellie at home. oh wionna, what happened to you?
i stayed on target. i didn't go over my budget and had some lots of fun. i also gave myself the pleasure moment. why haven't been this togther all my life?