I have just finished reading this:



And as it turns out, I'm too old to be a scenester.

Fuck.

How am I going to explain my 17yr old antics now???

I turn a ripe old 23 next week. And while my peers are getting steady jobs, buying cars, having weddings and babies (not always in that order), I think I may have missed a memo somewhere as I'm still acting very much the kid I was in school.
Oh God!
I'm turning into the guys from that movie Old School. Right?

Its a double edged sword or a catch 22, depending on how you look at it. Am I being left behind, to spend my life chasing musicians and working crappy jobs all for a dream that is by most accounts unattainable?
Or am I the adventurer sailing into uncharted, albeit, well documented in movies, territory as the terminally single goofball/oddball aunt/friend who even at her decrepid age still throws her bra at the stage (not that I've ever done that, I think.)
Have the strangest feeling am turning into Goldie Horn's character in The Banger Sisters. The eternal groupie...BandAid.

Responsibility, bills, suburbia, domesticity, and other such things have me hitting the brakes and then furiously peddalling backwards. (and yes, I know pedalling is spelt wrong)

Is this normal?

But then again, who wants normal?

I revel in my abnormality. In my twisted relationships, my mediocore job, and my guilty pleasures. They are the things that make me the one person in my group of friends that apparently, according to facebook anyway, everyone likes about me.

I guess I'm just the better version of my 17yr old self.

Fucking A!

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Blankie Thief

I don't know about the rest of you, but I cannot share my bed. This recent revelation came to me at about 3am when, while the rest of the world was fast asleep, I was wide awake.
Not because I was surfing YouTube or writing my soon-to-be-pulitzer-prize-winning novel.

No.

It was because the guy I'm seeing is asleep next to me taking up most of my already small bed and on top of it, he's snoring.
And i'm feeling just a little claustraphobic.

Now, I'm usually the first one to want to cuddle, but sometimes a girl just wants to stretch out on the full extent of her not-quite-double-but-bigger-than-3/4 bed and snooze without the interruptions.

Not that I don't snore myself, but it's my room dammit and if that is an indication that I AM indeed sleeping, then leave me be! Its not everyday I sleep that deeply.

So yesterday I walk into Carphone Warehouse to get some airtime for my pay-as-you-go phone.
I walk out with a brand new phone and a contract.

I'm such a sucker!

But the phone is uber cool and free! And the contract costs less than what i'm spending now.

Still.

I'm a sucker.

Being this, I'm also working the most insane week of my life next week as over here Monday is a public holiday, which means everyone is either at the Carling Reading/Leeds fest, on the continent, or waiting in bated breath for the Notting Hill Carnival.

I'm going to neither. FUCK!

Instead, between shifts, birthday parties and juggling the men in my life, I'm going to be working on getting my new project off the ground. (and I'm not talking about project kidnap-Gerard-Way-for-a-weekend-in-the-Maldives project - that one's on hold until November)

Face it, We're all being tracked by the government.

A few months ago, at the persistance of one of my mates, I joined Facebook thinking i was going to go through another MySpace thing of wierdos tryin to chat you up and bands sending you thier crappy GarageBand made music.

However, since joining, skeletons from my closet have surfaced and found me.
A very good friend from primary school is living in my city, my neighbour from when we were toddlers found me and my sisters friends have searched me out.

I'm startin to feel a little violated instead of connected.
If anyone can track you down, then the government must be having a field day with all the info. who's in which country illegally? Who is datin who? Who was really responsible for the walls of the biology lab being painted in cow feaces? (not me)

I guess with the world becoming so globalised, the chances of you running into someone you went to nursery school with at the local mall is very slim (unless you live in Carletonville)hence the need for a website like Facebook.

I'm in a boring mood today...ignore me.

Only my Mates will get it...

Snausages: So, an E-flat, a G-flat, and a B-flat walk into a bar.
Snausages: And the bartender says,
Snausages: "I'm sorry, we don't serve minors."
Myke: That struck a chord.
Snausages: Careful with those puns, you'll get in treble.
Myke: But they're key to my humour.
Myke: And very noteworthy.

Oh Lordie...we need coffee

A lot has happened recently, so where to start...

Its currently 5:22am and I haven't slept for 48hrs.

Why?

Well, firstly, I discovered to my absolute horror that there is a huge, i mean,HUGE motherfucking spider in my room. (ok, not techinically in my room now as its last known position was under the washing machine, BUT it started in my room)
I have a huge fear of all things crepy crawly, especially when they have 8 legs and are teh size of my hand...so I've kept an eye on my floor just to make sure it hasn't decided to return to its spot under my couch...

This vigil has been made far easier by my new toy - my Sony Vaio laptop. Thanks J for buying it for me...I'm gonna pay you back.

So i have spent my last free evening before a 66 hour working week surfin the internet (for what I'm not saying) and keeping an eye on a VERY LARGE SPIDER!
the sun is rising as I type this, and I have to be at work at 11am.

Intravenous coffee, please...

Fangirls and The Simpsons

This morning, I dragged my hungover and exhausted ass oout of bed to get to the internet cafe early enough to buy tickets for the MCR show in November. I missed the standing tickets by a few seconds, but I was able to beat the fangirls to seated tickets - take that! BUYA! Now I'm broke but happy.

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Vacation Station

So i'm working another one of those really long weeks. We're looking at a 12 day week here. No breaks!
And you know what? I don't mind. keeps me out of trouble.

I'm going to see Motion City Soundtrack in October. And if you don't know who they are, sort yourself out!! They are an awesome band from the states with lyrics along the lines of 'Let's get fucked up and die/I'm speaking figuratively of course...'
See thier MySpace here.

Another interesting spot from the music world is this.
Apparently, at a show recently, MCR front man Gerard, pulled guitarist Frank into a clinch that had most of the gay men in the audience salivating and the girls in the audience weak at the knees.
When asked about it, Gerard claimed he was getting Frank back for something he did. It was either somethins so bad that required public humiliation, or a publicity stunt. I'm going with publicity stunt as Frank has often found himself in a kinky clinch with Gerard during shows...Download anyone????

I know i've been away from the blogosphere lately, but the combination of work and lack of computer is not helping. I should be getting my own laptop soon and then i'll be back to my brilliant blogging ways. I'll also be coming out with way more album reviews.
So far, I can't stop raving about the Arctic Monkeys new album!! And the White Stripes. Go get them. NOW!!!