and finally it has started.

finally.

i was finally able to capture the right photos.

no editing has been done as yet.

Blank.

At the moment my brain, and my all round personality is, well blank.

Just like these photos.

LOMO

Sometimes ebay you can be a bitch, but i know deep down, you will always pull through with the goods.

After many months of deliberation, I finally purchased myself a Diana Lomo camera.

So say hello to the newest member of my family.

leaving home.

at this point in my ever so dreary teenage life, i actually don't have a life at all.

life to me is endless hours of ridiculous annotations, lack of sleep, pronouncing french enlighteners names wrong and trying to save up ever penny i earn so i can sleep in a bed during schoolies.

it's a busy life, but someone has to do it.

so i say "fuck you" to homework, and i leave home to do what ever the bloody hell i wish.

books books books.

words can not explain how much i adore my little hide away, i call my job.

it's not like anything else in ballarat.

i hold it in my heart as one of the only cultural locations/shops in ballarat.

and i thank you, the known world, for this. what would i do without you?

groovin da moooo

i'd like to have a little bitch about the horrid planning that went on at groovin the moo 2010.

i arrived at around 11:30, thinking i would have plenty of time to get my shit together, as the acts didn't start until 12pm.

me being the organised one, had already planned out the three bands i would see first.

neon love, howl and jonathan boutlet.

i thought my timing was perfect-o

boy was a completely and utterly wrong.

as a group of friends and i hobbled along the line, we found that it just kept growing and growing. when would it stop?

the answer to that- half way down a bloody train track.

my first thought was, 'hell i don't want to be killed by on going trains, or an angry mob of 15 year old indies.

so i did what i do best. i cut the shit out of the line.

this took us to the middle of the line, were we met some lads that were equipped with oj with pulp, and conversations about skins 4.

one hour, 2 nodoz and many "mother fuckers" later, we had moved about 50meters.

after this period, i think i may have experienced a slight black out. i can't really remember what went hot. it was probably the heat beaming down on me, or the amount of alcohol that was consumed. either way, i didn't need that half and hour anyway.

as i awoke from the black out, i recall an enormous amount of eager beavers running rampant and going ape shit up the side of the line.

to be completely honest, the rest of my line experience was a blur, and just full of old bald men's stories about there 'trippin bawlz' experiences at meredith music festival. my story of meredith is far better then your m8!!

so to some this long, and quite point story off, my friends and myself waited in the fucking ridiculous line for around 3 hours.

Groovin the Moo, i want my $115 back asap.

sleep.

maybe, maybe not.