Lofty Words, geddit? geddit? because it's in the LOFT, and we're WRITERS? geddit!?

So I sort of forgot to. Okay, I confess I have failed at lj lately. But don't feel lonely! I have also failed at life in general! SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.

Anyway, below the cut is the poster for my thing on tuesday. Come along, Sydney folks, the beer is included in the $5 door price. Oh, and also you get to hear me sing my songs. Also, open mic.

am I forgetting something?

Oh yeah,

THE FUJI COLLECTIVE! Hey there.

( we're like totes professional. this was done with actual physical cut-n-paste. ...not by me. which is not to imply that it isn't a great poster, I'm not disclaiming anything here, just saying. do you think this cut text makes my journal look big? )

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So okay, Talkbox was good aside from some minor microphone calibration issues and an entire solo in the wrong key, but I'm pretty sure that's what Battle of the Bands is for, y'all. The flashing lights onstage were kinda irritating in that they shone RIGHT IN MY EYES a couple times a minute. Also they were created by bizarre cylonesque torch-things that looked like nothing so much as tiny plasma cannons swivelling creepily in a rhythm of their very own. Further hilarity was attained by observing Sam, the bass player, jumping around like a pro on an otherwise completely still stage. We stuck around to see the next band too - your average screamo fare, kinda faily although the guitar intros were quite good. The singer claimed to be ill, which might explain the voice but probably not the lyrics and DEFINITELY not the bizarre limb-flailing.

I was back at UNSW today to practice for Lofty Words on tuesday with Lily, who is much more pro on the gee-tar than I am and is now texting me to demand reparations for my songs sticking in her head. Mwaha. We sat on a slightly-less-damp patch of grass in a slightly-less-public area of the grounds and piled my music with water bottles and mobile phones in a vain attempt to keep it from blowing away in the constant wind. Vain because we had to remove them anyway so I could scribble dots and arrows in the appropriate places (pidgin notation yay) and I had to get up and fetch them a couple of times.

Then I checked out the poster sale at the roundhouse but I decided against buying even the awesome gothic ones and the bizarre painting with the invisitorso kids and the sea rushing down the hallway (I'm sure you guys all know of which painting I speak) (no really) because I am sort of low on funds. Actually that is a lie I just got 150 in birthday money from relatives, but my impulse purchases would probably tear through that quite fast. you see, my online tutoring gig? The problem with it is that one must log on at 4pm on Sunday to schedule hours. And at 3:59pm on Sunday, all the other employees are sitting at their computers, obsessively refreshing the scheduler tool.

You see my problem. I HAVE NO HOURS RAR. and therefore no moneys. I need a second job :P

I'm so sleepy. I stayed up till 4am last night watching a German soap Opera. I was just like "oh I'll check it out" and FIVE HOURS LATER...

o hai bandom folks, I am way too amused that Bob Bryar is in Chicago for "unspecified" reasons. also The Academy Is... has a new video out and it is MADE OF LOL. All the way down to William's ridiculous microphone antics. (psst, somebody in fandom has to make SOMETHING over the fact that the dream-girl of nostalgia is constantly behind a camera)