So I saw Valentines Day.
It was horrible.
I hate myself for having seen it, so bad was it in fact, that within 15 minutes I was contemplating ways in which I could get out of the cinema and run screaming down the street clawing at my face and eyes.
My first instinct was to fake a call, run, and then later explain to the Korean guy now saved in my phone simply as "do not answer" that my father had a stroke and I had to leave and pack and go to Australia and that I'm sorry but he should stop calling.
But instead I camped it out - hating myself.
Never have I witnessed such unmitigated crap.
(This was Tuesday by the way... it's Sunday and I'm still mad. Its Sunday and Valentines day and I'm having rape-like flashbacks)
And the salt to the wound was that somewhere in close proximity some garlic eating mother fucker was breathing all up in my airspace.
I had to watch a romantic horror show while breathing some randoms garlic breath.
Why.

yo. I don't actually have anything interesting to write about.
But I'm bored and I can't leave my room right now because somehow on Friday night amidst all the debauchery I managed to lose my keys.
I got by Saturday and Sunday using my house mate to let me in but now hes at work/school all day so I had to face the landlady (whom I'm scared of) and ask for a new set of keys... which for some reason is taking all god damn day! Aren't Koreans meant to be super efficient or something?
Anyway, I have a few days shy of three weeks remaining before I return to Perth. And honestly, I'm kind of excited. I thought that since I was over here and not working/studying I would have heaps of time to write about things.
But its sad really, I've practically been doing nothing.
I shop, party, eat, sleep a whole damn lot and sit in Starbucks reading - yes, Starbucks, I'm such a hack.
So, I'm kind of looking forward to having uni and work to get back to, having a car to cruise around in and some warmth and sunshine, not to mention my bedroom and all the things in it.
Anyway, as I sit here sipping some shitty packaged "mochapresso" scribbling stuff in my sketch book and feeling sorry for myself, I listen to Jon Hopkins. Someone a while ago told me to download his work and although I don't remember who (probably Tim or maybe Nakil.. maybe Hayden) I'm pretty happy about it anyway, its remarkably good and soothing.

He's some Brit electronica guy, check it out:




Also, I finally read the Monkeys Mask (Dorothy Porter), which I mentioned I wanted to read sometime ago. It was awesome, and it only took a few hours so you can easily bust it out and I strongly recommend you do. Its about a lesbian private detective trying to find a missing girl and her killer. Oh, and its written all in verse. Here is some of it:

Dead Kids:

Dead kids upset me.
There's no drink
to take away the taste
of a fresh face rotting.

Useless
to tremble and vomit
and howl it's not fair.

You look at the spots
on the back of your hand
you look at the lines
fraying your face.

But you're still glad
it's the kid
not you.


Oh awesome, I have some keys now. I don't even feel like going out anymore. It's rainy and cold.
Tonight I'm going to see Valentines day with some creepy Korean guy who wouldn't stop talking to me on the subway a few weeks ago. He beat me down into going to the movies with him the evening I met him. We saw "It's Complicated".
I'd like you to imagine for a moment what it would be like sitting next to a middle aged Korean man you'd just met, while watching a romantic comedy that's comedy is mostly derived by old people having sex, getting high etc. while your Korean friend eats and offers to you terriake flavored beef jerky.
I really cant wait for our movie date this evening.

I think that's all I have.