my life and all its disasters: fast fast fast fast

i started interior design last week, it's cool because the campus is tiny and only for design students, but bad because only 1 person spoke to me. my mum supposes it's either because of my lipring, or because i have "unusual eyes".

golden plains = golden rains. mornings of ciders and shnitzel salads sitting in the lush grass overlooking the stage in the sunshine, nights of wild grapefruit vodka dancing in gumboots in the mud, rainjackets soaked through and everyone absolutely drenched. saturday night sucked a fair amount of prong as the main dj introduced as "Australia's Best DJ" - was DJ Ransom, who pretty much ended up being the polar opposite and most people went to bed early wanting to noose themselves.

just before Tame Impala played at sunset, organisers came on stage and told us that a storm was coming so we should all get our rain jackets, gumboots, and secure our tents. they told us if it hailed we should avoid trees and seek shelter in our cars. as tame impala's guitars wailed in their dreamy luscious ways the storm clouds rolled over.

it rained heavier and heavier and all we could do was either do our best to cover ourselves, or embrace the fact that it was raining through our jackets and from every angle, drenching us. It reminded me of my favourite clip from woodstock, although about a millionth of the size. everyone was smiling whether they liked it or not, because there was no escaping it. love, baby, love.

by 10pm the ampitheatre was packed as everyone danced spastically to 80s music like Rush by Big Audio Dynamite in the heaviest rain imaginable, drenched and giddy with joy as we embraced the weather wholeheartedly and sought refuge at the flamingo bar for drinks.

sunrise was at 7, after having watched people attempt to dance to a 1.45 hr dub step set from abandoned eskys on the hill, seeing a guy passed out on the ground from peeing with his penis hanging out of his pants, mistaking endless cans for feet, and having jumped up and down non-stop to the final set which ended at 5am.

today about 25 of us packed up our huge campsite in another storm which ended up being so incredibly shit that we had to laugh about it. my personal favourite crap time though, was approximately 4am this morning when some huge creep 35-ish year old male 4 metres away in a white raincoat decided it would be a fantastic idea to stop dancing with his friends and instead stare at me facing me for approximately half an hour.

fashion wise as i have just officially quit my job i am avoiding shops. i am however absolutely frothing over my alpha60 long skirt (but i have it in charcoal)- incred with clogs.

and assorted alexander wang singlets , teeshirts & jackets which i am entirely convinced were made for me... as a broad shouldered girl with a laid back smart casual style who likes to show my back. spot on alexander, spot on.

aaaand my new lovers:

gift from my papa. pulling them out of the blank shoe bag and seeing first the red undersole- i die.

incredibly tall and incredibly wearable. besides those purchases from a while ago, the only thing i could afford to splurge on recently is finaaally MAC dark lipstick. i bought "cyber", the closest thing to black, which snapped at the base at golden plains. kill me. it's still useable though.