Your loving gives me a thrill.

...but your loving don't pay my bills, now give me mooooneeeeyyyy.

It's unhealthy that for every single situation I will ever go through, there will be a suitable Beatles song. It's not very productive because I'll end up spending half my life singing along to a song about something instead of doing that something.

Quite a few of you in the 666 Brooch giveaway (126 entries and counting) said I should do more purchase posts, so on to the purchasez:



AA Disco Pants (Ebay, $60), Union Jack belt ($4)

MY GODDAMN AMERICAN APPAREL DISCO PANTS FINALLY ARRIVED. I lost my banking key card this morning, and in the frenzied fury that ensued, involving me tearing the house apart and taking 5 minute breaks to throw things at the wall and lie on the ground moaning in frustration, the deliveryman came past bearing these sweet, sweet, long overdue pants. I wore them for the next 3 hours, studying, making Easy Mac, tearing the house apart again in the hope my key card would materialise, and finally dancing to The Kinks until I realised that I was spending more time touching my pants than I was studying. These pants are insane. They're actually PANTS. And they're so so so tight but at the same time the most comfortable pants that have ever touched my scaly, Winter-afflicted legs. How is that even possible?

I just realised I wrote a whole paragraph on a pair of pants. Needless to say, I'm in love.



Thrifted tulle kid's dress that I cannot even fit over my boobs so I'm probably never going to end up wearing it ($4) and thrifted trashy parrot button-up that makes me feel like a rich businessman holidaying in the Carribean ($3).



Thrifted too-small brogues ($5), Plaid high waisted skirt ($4), Boy's khaki green (is that even a colour?) high waisted tapered pants ($3)



Oversized purple button-up ($5), AGAIN, ANOTHER KID'S DRESS THAT DOESN'T EVEN FIT ME. I need to stop buying kid's shit. Who am I kidding? ($3), Tokito petal skirt from Myer ($50 on sale, bought with birthday gift card)

Below: Thrifted cream tapered pants ($12), plaid tapered pants ($5)...yeah I'm getting a bit obsessed



Aaaand finally, what I look like in the middle of study. Sleepy, awake only on fear of failing and Red Bull, messy, half-up, half-down hair. And my study station - if you've been reading long enough, you'd remember that I used to study on the floor. I still do. My set-up is just far more sophisticated and less holy-shit-I'm-going-to-get-back-problems-when-I'm-64. Speaking of studying, in the coming months, my blog posts are going to become less and less coherent, delayed, and rushed. Why? Because blogging takes ages and my textbooks stare at me from the floor like I've murdered someone. I can hear them whispering, "You're fucked for the HSC". So, I'm sorry in advance.

Also, I'm on Facebook now, like the page and I'll send gnomes to your house (pleasant gnomes). It'll mainly be for blog/shop updates. And now I'm going to wrap up this post before it spirals into the next century. Why is this post so long? Why am I asking so many rhetorical questions?