Friday, February 26, 2010

My new house

We moved house yesterday. (Hayley, Imogen and I).

We've been living in a beautiful house that was costing us a packet, then the landlords decided to increase our rent to a ridiculous amount, so we decided to move. Do we really need a dishwasher and marble bench tops? Not really. (although, given my 'worst chore is the doing the dishes' outlook, maybe a dishwasher is a must?)

So we've moved to an older (un-renovated) house. Still in North Fitzroy.

The place looked pretty grubby when we moved in, so we spent most of yesterday scrubbing walls and showers and kitchen cupboards. It still doesn't feel 100% clean, but at least we know it kind of is. The house is really spacious and has great light. And my bedroom is huge! yay. (last bedroom was tiny). I think it will be good.

Housewarming soon.

We got off to a good start with neighbours. One of my housemates accidentally parked over half of someone's driveway. She went out to her car later and there was a note on the car saying 'are you for fucking real?!' Haha. Funny. I suggested she write a note and leave it in their letterbox apologizing and explaining the hectic moving day, which she did. Hopefully they won't egg our house now.

Something weird just happened though. I was sitting on my bed, on my computer. I can see out onto the street and have my blinds up... I haven't been up long, so I am wearing PJ's. (little boxers and a singlet.) I see this guy ride past on his bike and he looks in and sees me. Next thing I know, he's stopped his bike and is coming to our front door. Great. He's seen me too, so I can't not answer the door.

He just knocked on the fucking door (must stop swearing) and asked me where the Parkview Hotel is. WTF? Who knocks on some random house in some random street (not that close to the Parkview) to ask directions to a Pub? Before 11am on a Saturday? Creepy. He looked creepy too. Now I'm paranoid (must stop smoking) that every person who rides past on a bike is him. What if he starts stalking us? He knows my bedroom and everything! And it would be easy to creep up and peer in the windows at night. Not the best feeling in the world....

Hmm... well, that is enough computer time for now. (went a whole day yesterday!)

Time for more unpacking. Hooray!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Don't hate the player. Hate the game.

The Player. I'd always heard the stories. Read about 'The Player' a thousand times. I even know 'a player' or two. But until recently, I'd never allowed myself to be 'played.'

You know the type. The ladies man. Charming. Flirty. Good looking. Thinks he can get any girl he wants.

I can usually smell these men a mile off. And I know to stay away. Except maybe this one time....

It was probably because I was feeling vunerable. But I think I knew what I was getting myself into... and it was only going to be a bit of fun. Something to take my mind of my recent break up. Plus I was going through my post break-up 'off the rails' phase.

When I'd first met this flirty guy a few years ago, my sister and I had both scoffed about him, 'he thinks he's so good.' we'd said. 'Thinks he can have anyone he wants! haha.' Neither of us had been interested in his charm.

So towards the end of last year, I found myself getting involved with 'The Player'. A few friends warned me off him. I'd agreed with what they said. But do you think I listened? Nope. 'The Player' and I spent a couple of months kind of half seeing each other and I started thinking that maybe I'd originally been wrong about him.

I liked him. He was actually really nice. When he had time for me. I started getting a little bit attached to him. He was sweet. And funny. He said nice things to me. Made me a mixed CD. He even gave me a little present with a hand made card for Christmas. That's a nice thing to do for someone.

But then he was always so busy. Social engagements, gigs, interstate tours etc. He was hardly around. He was a difficult one to pin down.

The day he gave me that Christmas present was the last time I saw him. We spent a really nice day together, and then he just seemed to disappear.

He went away for music stuff. And then I went away for a few days... When I got back I tried to organise to see him a couple of times. He'd either agree to see me and then cancel, or he just had no spare time. Very popular he was.

I started to think: 'He's just not that into you.' Like the movie (that I haven't even seen). He was totally giving me the run-around. (I now have a song called 'Runaround') But why would he give me a fucking present if he didn't like me?? Maybe he met someone else? Who knows. It's still a mystery to me.

I eventually gave up on 'The Player'. Not that I tried terribly hard, but there's only so much rejection a girl can take.

Anyway, I've come to the conclusion that he wasn't very nice to treat me like that. No one's ever really fobbed me off like that before with no explanation.

My friend has seen him twice lately. Both times with a different girl. I'm sure it won't be long before I run into him either. No doubt he'll be his usual charming self.

So that was a couple of months ago. I just thought I should write about it so it's all out of my system.

I don't hate him. In fact, I probably have a few positive things to say about my time with him, and I have certainly learnt a few lessons. But all the same, I was still played. And he sucks for doing it.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Saint Valentine

Fuck Valentines Day!

Although if I had my own 'special someone', I probably wouldn't quite have that attitude. Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I probably would have been slightly sucked into this ridiculous day. Can't help myself. I'm a 'head in the clouds' type of girl. Love a bit of romance.

Last year I remember waking up and my then boyfriend had gone to work. I wasn't expecting him to get me anything, because that's kind of just the way he is. (I hadn't got him anything - but was planning to cook up a storm from the MoVida cookbook that night - which I did.) But he would have known that even though I said Valentines Day was stupid, I still would have been a bit disappointed if he didn't at least give me something...

So anyway.. I was quite surprised to go out to the kitchen and find a present wrapped in red celephane (for me!) on the kitchen table. It was full of chocolates and lollies. I don't think I have mentioned my vice for anything with sugar in it. I am addicted to lollies. True story. (even though I'm a health nut when it comes to everything else*) So that made me quite happy. He'd hand made a little card too. Quite sweet. I threw that out when we broke up.

No Valentines present for me this year. Just a reminder that I am single. This year I am one of those people that scoffs at all the couples getting sucked into the whole lovey-dovey thing. Wouldn't it make more sense to do something special for someone on a day when it is not expected?

Having said that, maybe I will go outside and there will be a card in my letterbox? Or a gift on my doorstep? Maybe even a flower left on my car windshield? haha. I'm a retard. But it would be cool to have an admirer who would do something like that... As long as it's not in a stalker kind of way....

I'm no writer. I like to ramble on is about all, (oh, and I write many songs) but The Brutals (members of Treetops) who are good friends of mine had a book launch last night at The Empress. HI BEN. I am proud to say that a piece of my writing was published in this book. My first ever piece of writing used for something! I feel pretty special. I bought their new album too. I was the 3rd person to buy one apparently. I haven't listened to it yet, but I know it will be good. They have nice pop songs. Great harmonies.

I'm going amp shopping today. I'm thinking of getting Fender Hot Rod Deluxe. I have been using an amazing old Fender Bassman for the past year or so. But it's not mine, and I can't really keep borrowing it...Plus, the size of the speaker is very inconvenient to carry. Should have just kept my old musicman.... That was a great amp too. I want a combo though. Something smaller and easy to carry. New amp will be exciting.

OK. Enough rambling for now....


*This does not include drinking.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Stephen Malkmus & Pavement

It's 35 days until I see Pavement at the Palace. Actually, I will see them before that at Golden Plains too.

I just love Stephen Malkmus. Been giving his latest solo record (Real Emotional Trash) a good spin lately. (and his other records are great too) I saw him play last year at the Prince of Wales. I loved it. I think I might marry him.

One of my most favourite guitarists ever. Not to mention his guitar. Also a favourite.
La.