The Oz Blog

Thursday, July 03, 2003

ladies and gentlemen, it's time to get out your tissues...

that's right, the heartened travellers that you have come to know as holly and anti are finishing off their trip over the next 24 hours. as i type, holly's somewhere over the atlantic, quickly winging her way back home to a sunny london and i, poor pitiful fool who couldn't get a flight home, am in los angeles, somewhere up in the hills.

if you asked me where, i wouldn't be able to tell you. crossing the international dateline with a root canal that's flared to the size of a ping pong ball does wonders for a person's disorientation and i can't help feeling that it's all a bit reminiscent of groundhog day, as i technically arrived at LAX before we even left bloody fiji if you can believe that.

it's all a bit creepy if you ask me.

posted by adulescent 8:50 PM

Thursday, June 19, 2003

All that stands between me and some serious tanning time is a few hours and a flight.

Bring. It. ON.

posted by adulescent 4:26 AM

Saturday, June 14, 2003

Meh.

As I type, Holly's probably sunning herself on a fijian beach with a spliff whilst I'm stuck in the North Island, where all it seems to be doing is raining. Just 5 more days of rain, cold and other things that suck ass.

Once again, meh.

posted by adulescent 10:04 PM

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

Somehow, in a moment of self destructiveness today, I let Holly talk me into something relatively stupid. You know how some days, you wake up and you think, hey, I'll go do something silly? Well, that seems to be a regular occurance in New Zealand, especially in a place like Queenstown. In between throwing myself off canyon ledges and other equally silly stuff, I somehow acquired a new piece of metal through my body this afternoon through no fault of my own.

In a dazed state from too much bad pizza and too many late nights, I found myself being dragged into Inner Steel where a very nice man called Dave shoved a needle through my face as Holly, Tracey and an apprentice with a pink mohawk called Gaz gawped at me, then took $90 from my slightly sweaty hands as I wordlessly stared at the little piece of metal that now sits above my chin.

Ladies and gentlemen, anti got her labret pierced. Now just ask Holly what she did today...

posted by adulescent 11:25 PM

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

You wanna know something really stupid? I've spent a total of six weeks in Byron now, and I still haven't been to the Lighthouse and I know that I certainly won't before I leave for the following reasons:

1. It's raining.

2. Hangover.

3. Spliff.

4. Just SO can't be arsed to leave the comfort of my balcony, where I sit all day, wrapped in a blanket with backgammon, tea and people.

And I promise I'll write postcards. I really will. Just like I promised I'd do the Lighthouse... and sea kayaking... and fire twirling...

Damn Byron Bay. Damn it.

posted by adulescent 11:22 PM

Saturday, May 10, 2003

WRITE THAT ONE HUNDRED TIMES!

Aah, back in Byron, fucking wonderful. Days spent caned on the beach, evenings running round the hostel like a loon and assaulting other people in my room. Great fun, being fed drugs and crunchy peanut butter on toast by various random blokes who bring me cups of tea when I demand one. Sweeet.

Debating between sydney and byron for a week, can't decide. Frenzal Rhomb are playing, and there's the film festival and 'educating rita' on, oh god. But sydney has festivals too! ARGH! BEACH! when did it all become such a mess? Time to go in search of doobie, then pretend to make a choice.

*I apologise for this post not making sense. Byron does weird things to me.

posted by adulescent 11:43 PM

Sunday, April 27, 2003

ARGH how is it that for the last 3 days I've woken up completely wasted? Hallucinating weird lines across the computer screen and the whole experience of crossing the road to get to a bloody computer was so unbelievably time consuming, it's just stupid.

Time for a detox. Cairns is just too easy to get drunk in.

posted by adulescent 6:03 PM