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Uni's begging me to do some assignments but I'm not listening to it. I'm listening to Gary Jules, and he asks nothing academic of me. Thanks Gary. It's appreciated.

I'm gonna' go see the 5.6.7.8's - or 'huh? That band from Kill Bill?!' - next Tuesday at the Annandale. And it's free! Oh man, I'm living the life. If only I had a robot who...
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I wish I could dance and wear legwarmers and shit. Then I could justify saying 'NO ONE PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER!!!'

Gonna' go see Marky Ramone's spoken word this week. Also seeing the Casanovas, the most ludicrously rock band in Australia, at an 'industry only gig.' No longer am I just industry in my mind. God I love free shit. Which isn't surprising, as...
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The interview with Marky Ramone went well. He was easy to talk to and his New York drawl was so fucking cool that I wanted to giggle like a schoolgirl quite a bit. And I did, I think.
Desperately want to record an EP and get some gigs around Sydney. Do some acoustic sets with my mate James. My hair is so ready to be...
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Interviewing Marky Ramone next week. How full on is that? My second interview ever and I'm interviewing rock royalty? Shiiit. Ah well, rock 'n' roll.

The interview went dubiously. I interviewed Shane from Vanlustbader, a Brissie band. Absolute top bloke. My interviewing skills are terrible though. The best question I asked was 'which dinosaur do you like best.' Really. Haha.
I'm getting so in to writing for street press. It's awesome. One of the few media avenues that let's you express your personality. I can write the most hyperbolic, hypersubjective...
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I'm interviewing my first band this week. A bunch of indie-rock kids sporting black Chuck Taylor's, tight jeans and old-school mops of hair. Like me. Except I don't wear tight jeans because society and my balls aren't ready for that.
I think the interview will go well. I'm just happy to have my first non-bar-reviewing writing gig in a while. I adore reviewing bars, but...
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Oh goddamnit. I bought a membership to this fuckin' site again. Despite the fact I consistently don't have enough money to buy another pack of Marlboro Lights when I want them at 4am, I still spend cash money on hot naked girls. Ah well, at least I'm not a gambling addict. That'd suck.

I've gotten a job as a freelance writer. I had dinner with my old English teacher (she's cute ok? Ha), and she pointed out I really shouldn't go back to uni. I kinda' agree. I do hate that shit.

My membership is up for renewal on the 13th of December. Not sure if I'll be back. I love the girls, and the few people who...
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First off: Whatever. Fuck off.

Good. Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I can write about stuff I've been doing. I went down to the ye olde Sydney part of town last nite (it's called The Rocks) to watch the Ruggers World Cup with all the other Aussies and a small smattering of drunken fools which we in Australia call 'English people.'...
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My sleeping patterns are so retarded that I'm having trouble dealing with how stupid they are. I've been awake the past 48 hours. And before that, I'd slept for 16 hours in a row. I have no idea how I manage to remember what day it is.
Had a good night tonight. Went out with PPT and Vitlin. PPT ended the night openly weeping on...
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