Uninspired.

WARNING!

TEENAGE RANT ABOUT THE HSC AND LACK OF LIFE AHEAD.

TERRIBLY UNINTERESTING.

HSC is difficult, people say it every year, yet I thought they were just over exaggerating. I thought I'd be one of the people who don't have a life and just manage their time around school work, surely thats how you survive without exiting High School with a paranoia complex about school assessments being due. But strangely, I've actually had a life these past couple of weeks, which means style.com isn't getting the attention it usually receives. I'm going to a black and white themed Film Noir event at the MCA tonight, I'm not sure how it will go-- anything that promise free "mocktails" sounds a bit dire, but I'll probably go anyway-- assuming I get my beautiful assignment over and done with, which at the moment is sitting in a pile on my desk looking a bit like this.

Also Louise Brooks is gorgeous. Prompting the question "what would Louise do?" when I'm behind on school work-- thats probably not a very good approach as I'm sure Louise would just say "damn the work load" and go to some swanky club, drink swanky drinks and dance the Charleston.

In so many ways I realize I'm amazingly dorky. I like flicking through images of nebula's and space colonies and can talk about the latest John Galliano show for at least five minutes only to find the person I'm talking to lost me on "bias cut drapery with elements of mens tailoring". I make lists in my mind of favorite directors, films, english bands and artists without realizing, then get called pretentiously cultured. I collect LPs, robots and comic books... you wan to know the entire life story of Supergirl? I'm your man! I own an obscene amount of vintage dresses, and think of buying Korean sweaters with talking pigs on them from Yesstyle because that kind of thing is "cute" to me. I've listened to the soundtrack of O' Brother Where art Thou at least 20 times, have 183 Beatles songs and 153 Cure songs and on my iPod. I read Stephen King Horror books and talk to my Textiles teacher about the Patridge Family and the good ol' 70s... I'm 16 for god sake! I worry about not being able to connect with people, partly because my school is an Australian version of chavtowns. But then I remind myself that my friends are just as dorky as me, and they wouldn't even consider that unjust.

Just consider this a belated introduction.

And just consider that a terribly random picture of
some Macaroons I saw in Paris a couple of weeks ago.