Monday, May 25, 2009

B is for Bonjah, Beats and Beer

To ad the spontaneousness of my new life direction, Miss B and I decided to take a roadtrip one Ballarat (for those of you who are not aware, it is a semi country town 2 hours drive from Melbourne. Now, you may ask, at 5:45 on a thursday evening after a whole day of uni (and by whole day i mean brunching in the morning at 'The Local' before going to class for 3 hours), why the hell would you want to do that? Well! I have one word for you, dear reader.

So, we embarked on our adventure with a fabulous mix of obnoxiously happy 90's tunes, watching the lights go by along the Westgate, yelling at bad drivers and gradually being able to see the stars again :)

We reached the township of Ballart despite my directions :P yet, where was this elusive Karova lounge ?????!!! After much driving around and directions from Master T via telepathy we found it hiding out on camp street *giggle* to find that we were seriously early and that Bonjah were in the middle of doing sound check :D so we rocked out outside the place with the friendly security guard, and Miss B continued our reputation as serial band and musician freaks by scaring the bass player by sticking her head through the window while they were playing. Hehe
But yes, the Karavoa lounge turned out to be an excellent surprise :) it was like a cross between the Corner Hotel and Ruby's Lounge, with the best bits of both, and it appeared that all of Ballarats cute indie guy with good taste in music population had congregated there that night to drink beer and dance and have fun :) so after a bit of duck hunting (not the literal kind), Miss B and I spotted some of the band members milling aroud the crowd :) and after some shy glances and mental squeeing we made the resolve to talk to them before the night was out.
Needless to say, the concert was awesome...i needed a few beers but soon i was rocking out and dancing like a spaz like the rest of them (now really, who was going to know me in Ballarat?) to the slammin slinkster cool beats of Bonjah.

The set finished, and, red faced and sweaty from the beer and dancing, it was time to fullfil our mission. We sat sheepishly near the band entrance for a while, so entranced by the possibility of meeting them, Miss B didnt notice the seriously cute tech guy that kept shooting glances her way (he was quite a scrumptious biscuit). Miss B bought their EP and thanks to my alcohol fuelled confidence, got 3 members, including yummy lead singer Glenn to sign it for her :D :D we chatted and drank, our mission fullfilled. But there was still the unfinished buisness with cute tech guy, who continued to direct his eyes and smiles in our direction. With beer confidence still circulating in my veins, i convinced Miss B to leave her number next to his tech stuff.....we decided to keep the illusion of mystery, because there is nothing more dissapointing than pointless small talk.

All in all it was a very good adventure, and it was about to get better....after bailing from the Karova giddy with beats beer and Bonjah at about 12:30 am we started to make the long trip back to Melbourne :( We stopped at the servo about halfway home to buy pringles and iced coffee to stop Miss B from falling asleep at the wheel, which turned out to be a fabulous idea because who did we see passing us on the highway? only the Bonjah tour van!!!!!!! :D:D:D Our band freak status was elevated as we followed them most of the way home, full of giggles and obnoxiously upbeat music, and in all our excitement got lost and didn't make it home until 3 in the morning -_- But, as you can see it was totally worth it :D

So, yes, it was much much slammin' fun, and i can't wait to do it all again next week for the Basics :) Be prepared for the serial band freaks, Karova Lounge, we may make you our new 'Local'!!

- S.O

Sunday, May 17, 2009

My love letter to Patience Hodgens

Dearest Patience

You are the most slink chunk slam dunk dancer singer warrior ever and i want to marry you/be you/dance like you :D you have so much energy, like you drank 10 red bulls and covered yourself in green glitter make up and faboulous glitter clothes and set yourself free like a hyped up ferret who was kept in a cage for 3 days. How can you still sing when youre jumping around so much? Teach me your ways!!!! I LOOOOOVE YOU -oh and your slinkster cool bandmates too <3>
hehehe from your crazed fan


Thursday, May 7, 2009

Brunchgasms :)

Today began with brunch with the fabulous Miss B (short for Ruby) down an alley on Bourke street, during which I had my first ever omlette :) it was deliciously yum but i could only eat about half because I'm not used to such rich food. But hooray for expanding food horizons :D thenwe went on to buy random crap from the reject shop to amuse our erratic attention spans :P including $2.50 tamagotchis to amuse ourselves in class.... so far mine has died 3 times: And they want me to take care of real animals for a living?


Time spent at uni these days is time wasted. Day dreaming is more fun and productive - i need to exercise my imagination. :P
Saw a guy reading music from a script book and conducting with a pen on the made me wish i was in some way musically talented. He had really nice shoes ( i always notice peoples shoes) and really big hair, the kind of hair you could hide secrets in...or small pets hehe

Favourite quote of the day: Make my tamagotchi do a shit!!!! Bahahaha

Favourite book passage for the day: "My pain is ugly, Angel Juan. I feel like I have so much ugly pain," says Witch Baby in a dream. "Everyone does," Angel Juan says. "My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like a big bunch of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one."Witch Baby - Francesca Lia Block <3>

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

My life according to HJ's

I love

Philosiphising and planning at hungry jacks <3 thanks to the fabulous onion rings and caramel sauce they have there, i have suddenly decided with the help of the woderful Master T that in 2 years i am going to move to ireland and study literiture and become a kooky literature professer, live in a colourful house and smoke weed with my students and make them listen to Tori Amos cd's and read books and write books about realistic fanatasy (like francesca lia block, who is my literary godess)


but first i must save money, and learn how to use a washing machine properly. oh and drink more beer :D i need to be in training so that when i get there i can keep up with all the uni pubsters :P

Thoughts for the day:

Yoga is an anti depressent; so is dancing - i should do both more! and eat less deep fried food :(

Sleep Time!


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