number one

i am a blog virgin no longer. what a brilliant medium for pretending i think deeply about...stuff. what a fantastic way to avoid getting learned when those studious days come around again. at the moment, i am absolutely loving my holidays. like seth cohen deciding he wants to "marry the hotel" in las vegas, i wouldn't mind tying the knot with hot summer days filled with unstress, unresponsibility, and unhealthy eating. mm chocolate. speaking of yumminess and also of that fab guilty pleasure known commonly as the oc, the extreme hotness of one adam brody deserves a mention in this here my first bloggage. that kid is fine! i gotta find me a seth cohen. mental note to self: be on lookout for preppy beanpole nerds with curly hair. who am i kidding, i'm always on the lookout for them. add 'christian' and i'll be sweet, thank you very much.

so very many people warned me that by january i'd be sick of holidays. so not. so incredibly not. certainly i am looking forward to uni (mainly because i'm excited about checking out bands at manning bar and joining the fab christian org on-campus)--but not that much. not so much that i'm bored of doing nothing. oh sweet nothing. it's such a novelty to go out all day, or meet up for coffee or lunch or dinner (or all of the above), or stay awake all night, or ring people at obscene hours. or just to sit at home blissfully aware that no essay awaits composition and no reading awaits my tired eyes. and it's really great to listen to music twenty-four hours a day. lately i've been buying a cd a day, on average--my music junkiness has become a full-blown addiction. i can no longer venture into a cd store without mentally wrestling with a couple of price-tags and my (slowly nonexistent) bank account.

my dwindling funds are forcing me to become better at making my own (free) fun. a subconscious--but deliberate, i like to think--decision to leave my keycard at home on a day-long city shopping spree meant that i didn't have to file for bankruptcy with my parents. and last saturday a couple of cool kids and i played trivial pursuit very badly until the wee hours of sunday morning. having said that, before we played trivial pursuit that night i did buy a tshirt at the beautiful girls concert that i really never intended nor budgeted to buy. so saturday night is maybe not the best example. but this not-spending-money thing is a work in progress. after all, i am such a good shopper that i manage to buy clothes, shoes and cds without actually having any money to spend. go figure. i'm working on it. really i am. though i doubt i'll ever be able to fully deny the lure of new things--actually, i reckon retail therapy keeps me out of real therapy--i'm trying to rethink the way i spend my money. apart from slowly paying back the grand i owe my folks, the only things i've bought these last few days are presents for the thousands of eighteenth birthdays that have booked up my saturday nights these holidays. i even got into the gym for free last night because an old friend was working. yiew!

somedays i realise how ridiculous the amount of stuff i own is and feel hella guilty about it. actually, more and more as i get older, the mound of clothes on my chair in my room seems pretty wasteful (that's right, check out my heightened social conscience). i've wanted to sponsor a child for a while now, like through world vision or some christian organisation. so i might actually budget that in each week. and i'll put a bit more than my usual in the plate at church this week.

(not that that's gonna change the fact that i'm basically a commercial enthusiast, basking in the glory of plastic consumerism.)

damn i am good at talking about myself.