The Law states that any person with the surname of “Banks” may assume the mantle of Banksy and do whatever mad fuckin sweet street art they like in any location they choose. Paul Banks from Interpol? He is Banksy. 19th century botanist Joseph Banks? Also Banksy. Check the sick stencil art on the side of the HMS Endeavour if ya don’t believe me. Well that’s enough history for today… [put’s on hoodie and disappears down a sidestreet]
My granddad sent me some photos from a family reunion today.
I saw a man walking along the street last night eating a meat tube of that dog food you see in the refrigerated section in supermarkets.
I just wanted to let him know that there are other food options out there, and by other food option, I mean ANY other food option.
Please, sir. Get a grip on your life. Don’t you know you are a human being?
Now I’m a financially responsible adult, I’ve started reading this money-related website The Billfold and basically I need to never get into consumer debt ever.
I’m not very good with money. In these early stages, that much is definitely clear. The less money I have, the more reckless I feel until spending $20 on a stupid cocktail and $10 on the Deal or No Deal arcade game seems like an excellent idea.
Luckily, my parents hate debt almost as much as they hate fast-and-loose translations of the Bible so as long as I do exactly what they say I should be fine, but my god! Adult life! It’s fraught with peril!
- Drama: Classical to Renaissance
- Media and Communication Landscapes
- Principles of Media Writing
- Marketing Principles
I’m switching to a double Marketing and English major because one day I’d like to be both educated AND employed.
We’ll see how it goes.
Today was a really big day because I completed a medium level sudoku in my Women’s Weekly Puzzle Book without even looking at the answers.
I rewarded myself with a nap.
So my bus just pulled into a stop right outside a primary school and a little boy ran up to the fence and yelled to the bus driver, “DO YOU KNOW JENNIFER REEVES?” and the bus driver replied, “no,” and the little boy yelled, “SHE KISSED ME!” and the collective heart of everyone on the Outbound 440 melted
I’m looking forward to seeing the difference between Brisbane hipster douchebags and their Sydney counterparts at Finders Keepers tonight.
- Where do frogs go when they want to get away from it all?
- Way down to CROAKOMO
There’s nothing like the safety net of a successful music career to have the courage to say you thought Myspace was cool. Oh, Beach House.