Jetaway

Off to Sydney this Sunday for some stress free, fucking awesome down time with my chicka. But before I can even dream of printing out that itinerary or packing, let’s get the fun stuff out of the way first…

A total of 6500 words to be written and submitted within the next 4 days on top of interning, 3 lectures and 4 tutes, dance, comp training, and a full weekend of work. 

Piece of cake, non?

We all know Crocs is the universal sign of a man who’d given up all hope.

Booked two flights, both international and domestic in the past 48 hours. That’s what’s up.

‘Stop and smell the roses’.. He says to me

Needless to say.. I’m really disappointed in the things I’ve been oblivious to. It’s downtimes like these, moments alone with my thoughts that I can really acknowledge what’s going on around me.. I’ve been spending so much time and effort dealing with the outside world, working on myself as a whole that I havn’t spent any time at home besides sleeping. When I’m up, I’m back out again.. I don’t even remember the last time I sat and had dinner with the fam, or really had a proper conversation with my parents. They’ve always been behind me 110% the whole way, dealing with my caprices, turbulently volatile mood and expecting no explanation or justifying of any sort.. And here I am, forgetting to keep it real. Gotta take a few steps back, a breather, and avoid forgetting who and what matters most..

From A to B and back again - Andy Warhol

Set to be a good week..

• WTF are you wearing @ work tonight
• Timomatic in the house, Saturday night 
• Precision driving in Bacchus Marsh
• Vic Tourney @ Darebin Arena