It's A Bloody Good Job I Like Reading...

It's always been my intention to keep a weekly updated blog. This notion is all good and well if you've got quite a bit of spare time alone with your laptop, or even if you get stuck working on the photo booth at work, which is usually so quiet, you get a couple of hours to write out a blog draft on the back of some old scrap photos. (Huge thanks to Luna Park for some decent stints sat in that booth - my last couple of posts have basically been written in between selling customers their rollercoaster photos...)

In reality, as much as I would like to update every single week, I've recently discovered that it's not always going to be possible. The last few weeks have been pretty manic for me, (and I've not had any shifts on the photo booth) and as a result, this post comes over two weeks after my previous one. (I doubt that anybody aside from myself is actually even bothered at all, but my apologies all the same!)

I've actually been a really busy little bear. I've moved out of my cute little place by the beach, and into an even cuter little place in the city with Chez. We've got the whole place to ourselves, and the hallway is so long that you could play cricket in it. (And we DO of course play cricket in it....)

Our new house.

Our new house.

Super funny, let's go.

Super funny, let's go.

Thanks to a drop in hours at Luna Park, (nothing to do with my blog writing sessions!)  I've had to get myself a new job too. The park is only open on weekends at the moment, and as much as I'd love to be able to survive and pay rent by only working on weekends, I've come to the conclusion that it's not really doable. (I gave it a damn good go though!) I now work for a marketing group, selling the Herald Sun newspaper, and my uniform makes me look like a darts player. It's also a round FOUR hours of commuting to and from work each day, so I'm having to get used to getting up at what I consider the most ridiculous of times, to catch the train. Some nights, I do wonder if it's even worth going to bed. It's a bloody good job I like reading too, as there's not much else to do on a train. As much as I hate getting up while it's still dark, I've been secretly enjoying the fact I'm getting in about 20 hours of reading a week on the commute, and I've smashed through four books in about eight days. Please, please, please - if you have any book suggestions for me, please, please send them my way! (Please.)

Up the Herald Sun!

Up the Herald Sun!

Moving and working has taken up a very large amount of my time, and the rest of it has sort of been filled with random things like making cheesecake or colouring in pictures of snails. A few of us went to Dekmantel last weekend too. There's not really much to report about that, aside from the fact that I really liked the venue, the lighting was really nice, San Proper was really mental, and I had a really good time. The next day was alright too. We ate loads of KFC and watched Human Traffic. In hindsight, I probably could have written a blog post then, but I was stupidly hanging, so it's maybe for the best that I didn't...

Now that all the moving and interviews are out the way, (and I've nearly finished colouring in the snail) I'll hopefully have a lot more time on my hands to write more often. Maybe if I'm extra lucky, I'll get put in the photo booth this weekend...