guilty pleasure

WAIT LISTED

despite claiming to hate wedges, i'm currently checking my email at least twice a day to see if these shoes have come in.

however, a recent visit from tilly and subsequent 'wedge' discussions has uncovered that its actually the "summer wedge" (ie corky/strappy/muley) that we so despise. 

the same visit confirmed the fact that we go to see miley cyrus movies BECAUSE miley is in them, yet 15 minutes into every such movie we realise we'd enjoy it so much more if someone else had been cast. go figure.

i'm only brave when i have to be

besides a hug, there is nothing in the entire world more comforting to me than watching the lion king.

big apple craving (nom nom nom)

this easter just passed marks three years since I was in new york, two years since I was in italy and two years since i was anywhere but here. wah wah wah.

but seriously, everyone seems to be in new york at the moment. two of my close friends, a few other friends and acquaintances with another couple heading between may and august.  new york is clearly the new london, and having been there twice in the last 5 years makes it very easy to be jealous because i know exactly what i'm missing out on. at least i haven't been to london since i was a kid so could convince myself that i wasn't missing out on that much. and yes i am completely aware that i am really lucky to have a family that has taken me on a lovely new york holiday twice, plus a couple of other great ones, and i treasure the memories of the times we've had away together (lame but very true).

i also know that the reality of 'living the dream' in new york is often far from that when you factor in rent, extreme weather and minimum-wage pay. but it still kills me a bit that (by my own choice) i have another 2 and a half years of uni left before i can go and start my own adventure.

despite having a research proposal due tomorrow, i've spent the morning looking up flights. assuming my friends aren't doing an australian dash over christmas, i think i might go over after exams / around my birthday. because there is nothing in this world greater than new york city at christmastime.

p.s. i cannot wait to see the strokes again in july

c'est bon

after 39 tense days (yes, the poster with its feb 25th release date is burned into my memory) of walking past the verona cinema thinking i'd SURELY go and see 'a single man' tommorrow night, or at least that weekend, i finally went tonight.

grainy, under-saturated shots, a haunting score and lovely furniture throughout. i could watch this movie on an endless loop.

p.s. i also enjoyed the cast and storyline.

p.p.s the fact that i have seemingly prioritised furniture over cast and storyline indicates that at 22, i have 93% turned into my mother.

bibbity bloggety boo

so it seems that everybody that's not a "DJ" or "model" (cue facebook albums full of photos you have paid to have done) is a "blogger". all through my high school years i kept scrapbooks and folders, full of magazine tear outs and the odd photo i'd taken on black-and-white film (yeah, aaaarty). i would labour over the layout for hours on end, and still can't bring myself to get rid of them, despite the high prevalence of (rachel zoe-era) lindsay lohan red carpet photos.
anyway, this is actually my third take at starting a blog, but every time i start i see someone else's self indulgent website and it makes me so sick i stop. that said, i need something other than facebook to waste time, because let's face it, there are only so many times you can hit refresh on that thing without actually wanting to kill yourself.

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i've always been a sucker for a bad boy