feb-ru-ary in pictures.

milk bottles and cardboard targets beware, i learnt how to shoot a gun. 

i will never ♥ you more than dvd-nights with my girlfriends...

where we talk about stupid things like feelings and men.

i'm on my way to class but until the next post- listen to soko!

{via rae's tumblrama}

my oh my. i haven't been on here in a very... very long time. ok two months. but in blog months that's pratically a year. i promise i haven't forgotten you blog, it's just times be tough. updates are a-comin'...

there's no better time like the beginning of february to talk about january and no time like insomniac-o'clock to whip up some banana pancakes {last night's venture} or in this case update the blog.

januaaary!

1. Convention-ed it up in Sydney with new friends and old.

{stalk more photo's at the lovely wongblog here}

2. Got my ranga on with a wig and a birthday, and incidentally became one myself. horrible-horrrible story concerning bleach and a dodgy d.i.y dye kit but no hair has fallen out so hooray to that!

3. Celebrated pa's birthday and australia's big day all in one.

....he totally wants me.

i will freely admit i am a grinch. nothing personal against Christmas. birthdays and the festive season are generally not my thing either. could be due to my ever-running stint in the customer service biz, that people's inner crazy always seems to come out at family events or that my mother insists we listen to babyface's Christmas album circa 1998

EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR

however this holiday season, i am trying to make an exception. mariah carey has been played more than once, christmas carols have been sung at church, fairy lights admired and sugar cookies are currently being baked.

all i need now is a bad reindeer sweater and the cycle is complete.

ps. seems Beach House are making an exception too.

arcade fire do it better.

i'm assuming everyone and their mother has seen this already but it's too cool to pass up.

Farewelled a friend over the weekend with Henna, folk music and plenty of carrot and celery sticks.

i love her to bits and selfishly would rather she stay put.

{prettying it up in adelaide}

DON'T GO KELSO.

{pics stolen and ripped from facebook}

Tron, where good looking glow-in-the-dark people ride around on bikes, play ultimate frisbee

and dance to Daft Punk in their spare time.

some were more enthusiastic than others.

Spending my friday night with The Morning Benders.

Too brilliant for words they are. Here's hoping Santa snags me some tickets to see them soon.

Can you ever spend too much op-shopping? two hours and a few dollars short i left yesterday with a giant bag full of all-sorts and one superbright pink blazer. It's all for the greater good right?! the greater good for my closet mind you but greater good nonetheless...

There's definitely something about rummaging through photo albums and old keepsakes. Stumbled across these tonight. Can't get enough.

my very own parents on the left around the time they met.

my photo's don't look nearly as cool as these bad boys. sincere apologies future children of mine.

just to save time and because i find it increasingly difficult to form proper sentences {really should've listened to the olds when they warned me of facebook and the dangers of being part of a 'text generation'} let me break down my last bit of october and novemeber in dot points.

• i cut all my hair off. see the embarrassing and poor quality webpic that got emailed 'round to my friends and family below.

• tagged along with friends and caught Ingrid Michaelson. She is incredible live.
  
  
  
  
  
• said hello to the queensland sun after days of miserable weather down here.

and there you have it, november.

Back on blogger after a short interim {oh yes, i'm breaking out the big words} so here we go!

parklife the deez!

ok so i could break down parklife into a giant post, say how i got to see washington, gypsy & the cat, wolf gang, kele okereke etc etc but all you really need to know is that..

darwin deez are amazing in every way, shape & form of the word.

i'm not even exaggerating and if you ever get the chance to see them/their dance routines/his hair, go go go! i believe i was the luckiest girl that day to meet the drummer greg, and am not ashamed for the fangirl squeals that ensued as soon as i was able to tell somebody. ok maybe a little.

girl speaks the truth.

{via thxthxthx}