Youthful Exuberance: October 2005

go team rattray!

Just some photos, in sepia, of hanging out at Wal and Rob's flat in Rattray Street.

Still no joy.

And by joy I mean essay.

I've been really slack about it. I just can't seem to get the motivation to do anything which I'm meant to be doing. Which is bum because there's lots that I need to do in the next few weeks/days/today:

-exams! only two but I have no idea what either one will encompass so it's gonna be a mission getting myself up to scratch.

-essay! meant to be done already but I keep telling myself "fuck off Luci, you've already passed the paper, who cares if you only get a C for the paper, it's a pass."

-osteopath appointment for my horribly bad back.

-optometrist appointment for my slowly degrading eyesight.

-have to MAKE a dentist appointment. yuck, hope I don't need fillings...

-pick up my GORGEOUS bike from Browns (it only cost me $10 but the new inner tubes are costing me $30...)

-pay bills before we get debt collectors riding our asses. And by asses I mean donkeys - you can't keep debt collectors away from donkeys no matter how hard you try.

-signing a lease on a new place.

-hanging my washing out when I get home from the library.

-tidying my room and whilst tidying throw out loads of trash, vaccuum, decide which clothes I'm gonna try and sell off next year, and make my bed.

-make a birthday present for Leilana, and another one for Sarah in Christchurch.

I'm sure there's more but this is getting depressing so I'm not going to write about it anymore. I also need ot figure out whether I'll go to Phat Camp 06 in Nelson for new years, if I'll go to the Big Day Out in Auckland and if so, I need to buy tickets up there and for entry to the gigs...

I also need to decide what I'm gonna do next year. Pretty much decided that not going crazy and only doing like, three papers per semester will be a good idea, because it means I can do capping show and get a real job. I REALLY WANT THE AD DESIGNER JOB AT CRITIC! SO BADLY! But if it doesn't happen then I'll just try and get a job at ReFuel or something... but man, if I could get that job at critic, I'd be as happy as a pig in MUD!

I'm meant to be writing an essay. Hahahaha.

It was due an hour ago but I'm hating it with a Passion. Hating it as much as I hated the Passion. Goddamn. So I thought I'd chuck a couple of photos up from the last few weeks...

FLATWARMING EVENING - LAST SATURDAY AFTER KATCHAFIRE ON FRIDAY