The clean life

Another week's gone by and now i find myself at the very end of my summer holiday. As always i'm not prepared for university, the preparative tasks i set for myself, that would make my student life a hell of a lot easier were not attempted, and so tomorrow i'll be throwing myself again into lectures and tutorials with my brain still in short-shorts-gym-entourage-cruise-sleep mode. not exactly a good start.
Fortunately, these were the best holidays i've had in a while. I've had some great times with some great people, including those who've given up their time to help me out with my photography pursuits. The most recent of those people is the unforgettable Michael Voss.
Given the role of 'The Watcher', a classy outsider of the Hobart street-businessman scene, Michael searched, escaped and contemplated his way around wheelie bins, parking fines and confusing pieces of public art.
The time i spent with Michael can be compared to lending your car to your step-dad, only to have it returned with a 300% more fuel in it than when you lent it.
Now to reorganise the blast-zone of clothes on my floor.

Sydley

As i scoff down my morning weetbix, i figured it's about time that i update my blog.
Recently i returned from Sydney, a trip that was much anticipated as an escape from sleepy Hobart town. Unfortunately, my escape was one of much rain, stinky heat and lacking air conditioning. In fact, the only time i noticed the air conditioning was in the stores i sought refuge in from the rain, which made me feel that i'd just put my self through a cold shower on a winter's day, before walking into a giant fridge. My coldness maintained. Another realisation of my trip is that i am still unable to portion food correctly. 2 out of 3 meals i made for myself were suitable for at least 6 people, so i usually consumed the food out of large boiling pots, as the bowls were always too small. I managed to consummate my love of gangsta musik at numerous clubs, which means a refreshed love for old Snoop and 50. Now that i'm home, i'm listening to the XX, thinking about more shoots and building up my photography equipment. I made the hyundai excel of beauty dishes yesterday, i don't expect it to last long...

Anne

On the weekend i took the liberty of impulsively sending myself on a pre-holiday holiday. In terms of planning the whole thing didn't make too much sense; leave to Melbourne on Sunday morning, get back Monday night, work Tuesday night then fly to Sydney Wednesday morning.
I don't want to tell you about how awesome it was, but i'd like to take the opportunity to unleash upon you how valuable these impulses can be. Flying across to another state to see someone i'd only ever had a five minute conversation with, doesn't really make sense, but because of the nervousness and excitement of it all, i feel like i've somehow refreshed myself.

- To all my friends, i'm glad i have you. :)