saturday saints.

gin goes in

time slows down

like lips blowing smoke

secrets come out

My love is rekindled.

Dear Ryan, or "Dr. Party Pants, DRA":

Why was I not aware of how amazing/ridiculous your Facebook page is? Why is your new site such a mind fuck/assault on the senses? Why do I keep caring so much?

Whatever. You know from my first letter that I'm not up this video-gamey-metal-screamy alley. So I'm somewhat appeased by the news that you'll be releasing a double-album with the good ol' Cardinals again. But like, I dunno, looking at the track list, should I be worried about songs like "Star Wars" and "Kill the Lights" (which I presume won't be a cover of Britney)?

I'm such a terrible fan. I don't mean to be condescending. I do have faith in you, on account of this gem:

Ryan, what is this nonsense about you being half-deaf?! It's utter bullshit. So here's my pep talk. After more than a year's hiatus, you obviously still have it. You don't need this electric futuristic experimental clowning around. You don't need to tack on some band to your name. You don't even need an audience. Just be that traveling hobo-country-prince you were born to be with Mandy as a sidekick. It is the way to go, trust.

And yet, having said all that and despite my nostalgia, I must end with this: Ryan Adams, never change your crazy ways.

Sincerely,

Victoria

Carrot or stick?

My mum just called with the sole purpose of telling me about a childhood friend who is in grad school doing neuroscience and has a scholarship covering everything and then some, making her self sufficient, plus her mum bought her a house because living in Texas is apparently dirt cheap. My mum says "I was thinking, if you go to the US for grad school, I'll buy you a house too. It would be worth it." Then she starts talking about how difficult it's going to be for me to get real job despite my good grades (it's true, thanks for the reminder), and how it is very worrisome that my brother too is looking into "social sciences" (said with a hint of hysteria) for uni.

I don't even know.

Sex on legs.

She doesn't need Paris.

Fuck November.

My friend is having a "Fuck November" party on Friday.....god do we need one. We have a mini "fall break" this long weekend where we get Monday and Tuesday off. In an alternate universe, I would be spending that time in Sydney. But it's not happening. I have a grand total of $300 in my bank account.

I hate how November just kicks me in the face like that, 3 days after my birthday.

I hate how November is when it starts getting dark at 5pm.

I hate how November is when it starts getting cold.

I hate how November is when the onslaught of deadlines begin.

I hate how November is the month of withdrawal after the fall play.

I hate how November is just one long, agonising wait for Christmas and winter break.

Is there anything good about November? Maybe this song, which is about how soul-sucking November is anyway: