Drip, drip, drip...

Sometimes I think I should listen to old music, because there's some pretty cool stuff out there, but the Beatles is usually as far as I get...

You know what I realised after my last post? I think I am yet to write something purely on coffee, thus I have decided to tell you all about a coffee I had the other day.

For those who know me, 'a coffee I had the other day' is pretty ambiguous, because I am a bit of an addict, but this was different! It was filter coffee and it was kind of amazing. I think when describing it to Nageena I said, "You know when a guy is wearing a really subtle cologne, and it makes you just want to have sex with them? It tasted like that!"

...Except, it had floral undertones, so not all that manly. Either way, it was incredible and you should all head down to Lowdown (where I got the coffee) to try one :)

I asked Mark, one of the baristas, what filter coffee is and he said "a glorified drip system". Basically, filter paper, grind, water drips through and voila! Or at least, I'm pretty sure that's the gist of it. Of course, for good filter coffee there'd be a whole load of finnicky things that need to be taken care of, but I don't think anyone's going to read this and rush out to make one for themselves, so I won't bother with the research.

The way it's made means you don't need to be a coffee-geek to taste the subtle flavours that scare people on menus in cafes, and it's really easy to drink.

So, on that note - hop to it! At Lowdown, I'm fairly sure it'll only cost $3/$3.50 for a cup, (plus $3.50 for a piece of utterly radtastic Hungarian Cherry Cake), not to mention you have an always willing coffee-drinking companion in yours truly :)

Over and out.

Thinking of Jim and Sam

So lately, a few people who've read some of my scribblings have told me perhaps I should try to publish something. Seeing as I'm not too good with writing shorter things that would appeal to any magazines that I know of, I have decided to embark on the slightly crazy mission of telling the stories of the two dudes who realised that maybe the pressures of life weren't actually as important as people made them out to be in one of my older entries, Prologue (you should read it and let me know what you think!) :P

My wall - the subject of my fury when I can't find any inspiration...

It's going okay so far, although trying to get two intertwining stories to work is proving to be interesting. More importantly to this though, it means that my random bursts of inspiration are largely being turned into stories about Jim and Sam, and although I'd love to post them on here to get some feedback, I want to wait until I've fully developed their characters and storylines to show them to other people. So, I might not be posting as many tidbits of 'creative' rambling.

I'll still definitely be posting on here though, and I'd love you to keep on reading! Just thought I'd post this seeing as a couple of people have asked about it :)

And on that note, I shall leave you with a song! I've had this album pretty much on repeat lately - if you like moody, mellow music you should definitely check it out :D

Baby blue, I really wanna kiss you, but I'm not sure if that's wise...

Dislocato Girl

No. 1: Shark bite - Right knee :P

So, on Tuesday I woke up with a swollen face and a dislocated jaw, and my joints wouldn't stop hurting. I went to uni, tried to ignore it, and then realised around 3pm that I couldn't actually feel my left hand. Apparently, my 'good' shoulder had subluxed or dislocated, and thus we welcome back Disclocato Girl.

No. 2: Screws in, screws out (please!)

It means I'll be in a sling for a little while, and usually my emotions would be completely out of whack, but this time, I seem to be doing ok. The people that I've been around have been absolutely amazing.

No. 3: Gun shot wound.

So a big thank you to everyone who has been there for me in the past week. The last few times I've found out I'm going to need more surgery, I've been an utter mess, but this time I've managed to get through relatively unscathed. Without getting soppy, you've all helped me see past the shitty side of this. I know what's coming, which doesn't help in the slightest, but I also know I'll get through it. I'll watch the whole of Grey's Anatomy again, sneak off to the beach when no one's watching and float around in the water, eat a damn lot of ice cream, and more importantly, I know that this time there'll be people I can call at 2am in the morning when the horrible post-surgery insomnia begins.

Soon-to-be No. 4
Chilling with my sling and showing off some of my scars :P