D-day

Tomorrow: 1st of March = first day of my first year of uni. I feel very 50/50 about everything.

I am excited, i'm scared, i'm interested in learning new things, i'm all for meting new people. I'm worried about the work load. I'm worried about how im going to be organized and how i'll end up applying myself.

I can't tell if the reason my chest is so tight and i'm weezing away here is because of stress about uni. And I've never had asthma. And i'm not a smoker. It will go away.
But gosh. My chest hurts. Its making an awful sound when I breathe, when I breathe out it sounds like a huge truck using its engine breaks.

Wish list #56

Chloe Sevigny for Opening Ceremony Multi Buckle Wedge Booties: $625

Jeffery Campbell potion ankle booties

Tony Bianco "Don"


I haven't even started at uni, and it's already a headache.
Subject clashes, lectures, trying balancing my new job with my timetable.
And the fact that it takes 1-1.5 hours one way via public transport.
Studying classical piano 24/7 should be fun. But sad truth is that i'm not looking forward to it at all.

Lonesome Saturday Nights..

After discovering my bottle of Bacardi, and remainder of Midori had been hi-jacked from the liquor cupboard earlier this evening..
by my younger, yet to be legal, daft sibling, I find myself with nothing alcoholic to add to my cocktail.

Broke until midweek, I cannot afford to go out, or replace the $35 bottle of liquor.
Which I had been planning on using to numb the onset of severe boredom for this evening.

(Obviously not all of it, I want to wake up in the morning.)
No use wasting my energy feeling rage over this. It's all very well saying that, however I am still fuming when I let my thoughts linger on it.

In other news, being home on a saturday night has led to me doing nothing productive.
With a grim selection of Saturday Night movies on telly to further propel my boredom (thank you Evan Almighty), i've resorted to writing a list.
A list of bars/cafes etc I hope to suss out at some stage this year. Even though the numbers of readers of this blog are probably single digits, I don't know, I don't really care.
I'm posting my list here. Tomorrow.. my wish list.

In no particular order:

-Bar Fred, 797 Nicholson Street, Carlton North

-Emerald Peacock, 233 Lonsdale st

-The Long Room, Collins Street

-Transit Lounge, Federation Square

-Cookie, 252 Swanston Street

-The Red Hummingbird, 246 Russell St (For the rooftop)

-Madam Brussels, Level 3/ 59 Bourke St

-Campari House on Hardware Lane. (especially, rooftop, yes please!) http://www.camparihouse.com.au/

-Tony Starrs Kitten Club, 267 Little Collins Street (Their cocktails are expensive, but the menu not too bad.)

-The Paris Cat, 6 Goldie Place (For some chilled jazz live)

-The Horn, 20 Johnston St Collingwood (Apparently thursday nights for Jazz)

-Der Raum, 438 Church Street Richmond (All about the cocktail. Expensive cocktail.)

-Rusty Rocket Cafe, Scoresby

-La Chien (Cafe), Seddon

-Thai La thai, Lygon Street Brunswick

-Liar Liar Café, 90 Kinkora Rd Hawthorn


And I'd like to go back to Bimbos for their ridiculously cheap pizzas.
And I would like someone take me to the rooftop cinema on Swanston Street,
on March 14th to see The Devil Wears Prada,
as I've seen that movie 2340980 times, and would like to see it again.

In addition...

Two posts in one day, but now for something equally (if not more) sexy as the previous post...

Afew months ago I posted an entry with a few select pairs of shoes on my wish list.

One of which was Tony Biancos shoe (Davidoff) a pretty decent copy of a pair of Alexander Wang shoes (SS09).

..Alexander Wang.

Tony Bianco "Davidoff".

For months I craved this shoe as well as another pair of Tony Biancos, replicating Alexander Wang, again.

..Alexander Wang SS09

..Tony Bianco.

Pretty crazy?

My sister recently informed me about a pair of 'like amazing totally like hot as shoes' that had popped up in the local Tony Bianco Factory Outlet. She described them and how she was very much consumed by an overwhelming desire for this pair of shoes.

I had an inkling that it was perhaps these shoes. And it was.

As horrible and self centered as this sounds, I did not want her to have these shoes. $200. Sale price $60 (LAST pair). 30% off already reduced price = $42.

And today I made sure she wouldn't, I won't tell her for afew days..

My boyfriend will never understand this obsession and longing for shoes I have.

The way I see it, it is as essential as breathing, food, and sex is to men.

I think it's getting to an unhealthy stage, where I buy the shoes, try them on every couple of days, admire them, cradle them, put them back in their box.

Valentines Day

A collection of images. Sexy, soppy, silly. I actually had someone this year, Grand!

> Lurrrrrrrvers. It makes you vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.