All you astute readers out there (read: no one) may have noticed that it has been a while between posts for me. I know the questions must be racing through your head like the roadrunner on speed: "was he kidnapped?", "should I be watching the news for reports of his mutilated body being discovered in a field of barley?", "if I'm supposed to believe it's not butter, then what the fuck is it?". Well calm down you inquisitive youngsters, those kind of questions are going to wind up getting you killed.
Truth be told, the lack of posting has been due to a lack of anything to post about. I live a boring life, as opposed to an exciting death which, according to Corpse Bride, is a distinct possibility. I mean if animated movies aren't factual documentaries to guide your existince, then I don't know what they are.
I don't know why people would ever dream of living a life where they just stay home all day and not work, it really is the most dull and unfulfilling existance. Sure it's fine for a couple of weeks, when it's holidays from something like uni or work, that you know you will eventually have to go back to. In that situation you actually appreciate the free time. But when you're done with uni and your continual job search remains unsuccessful, the novelty of sitting around twiddling your thumbs and whistling a jaunty tune just wears off. Yes, I get to sleep in every morning, but it has reached the point where I do it purely because if I wake up earlier it just leaves me with more time with nothing to do. The lack of money that goes hand in hand with the whole lack of job thing certainly doesn't help. As if I want to keep getting money off Centrelink the whole time. Call me crazy but I actually want to do something to earn me some gold dubloons, or possibly a currency that is more widely accepted throughout Australia.
That be the downside of doing a degree that doesn't lead you straight into a job though, and attempting to get into an industry where virtually every job asks for at least 2 years experience, experience I can't get cause no one will hire me. Talk about a bloody catch 22, damn hippies. Yes all businesses are run by hippies, it makes perfect sense and is not an oxymoron what so ever.
Anyways, now that I am done with my rant about having a completely uninteresting life, I shall move on. This coming Friday I am going to an Alkaline Trio gig, which should be good. Sadly though, they are one of those bands I like that will undoubtedly attract the tried and true crowd of sad little tryhard emo/goths (they are more of a punk band really, but there's that side to them. I just like the music, fuck the image) with their carefully applied eyeliner tears, styled hair treated with black Loreal hair dye, and their diverse appreciation of the colour spectrum showcased by their clothing in various shades of black. What a display of angst it will be, and personally I can't wait...to do my best to avoid them. I do like to challenge myself after all.
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