All quiet on the blogging front
See the tumbleweeds blowing through here?
It shocks me as much as it shocks you, but I've been so darn busy I haven't had time to blog. Personal revelation of the week: my life doesn't revolve around the blog. For a while there, it seemed like it was the other way round; bit touch and go.
Meh. So what's been keeping me busy?
First off, this last weekend saw my Dad's 60th birthday on Friday night, so I am officially the child of a geriatric. Then Saturday was the (awesome) wedding of one of my good friends, Elisha. Here's a happy snap from my mobile:

I know what you're thinking, and she didn't get married to me. Although we do make a hot couple.
Secondly, I've been occupied by ditching my occupations - I'm on hiatus from my regular gig at AX National. Well at least I think I am: I shot an email to the editor on the weekend saying maybe it's time for a break, and I haven't heard back. I'm hoping the fact that I just said goodbye to my last freelance gig will force me to pull my finger out and find more work. Which is going to be a juggling act, coz...
Thirdly, I'm enrolling for another course next year - a Diploma in Professional Writing & Editing at RMIT. Seems like a hard course to get into (the pamphlet mentioned something like only 25% of applicants get through), so I'm trying to bang out the perfect application statement. I'm totally opening with a joke - like, "I've wanted to be a writer ever since I saw Carrie in Sex And The City." Boom tish.
And finally, on top of all that, I'm packing all my shit up - I'm moving over the weekend. Buh-bye seaside Frankston and my parents' warm bosom; hello skanky St Kilda East and the cold harsh realities of adulthood. After spending the three years since my return from the UK telling people I'm 'just back from overseas' and would move 'when I got settled', I've finally pulled the plug and am shifting into a fuck-off sized apartment in Jewtown with two of my very good mates. No doubt you'll hear more about that once I'm all shifted.
But speaking of, the internet's not going to be connected straight away, so be prepared for sporadic blogging. I'll update youse again as soon as I get the chance. If you get lonely and feel the need for a hot Josh injection, head on over to the main site and peruse my writing portfolio.
Or just write your own shit, I don't care. Catch ya soon!
It shocks me as much as it shocks you, but I've been so darn busy I haven't had time to blog. Personal revelation of the week: my life doesn't revolve around the blog. For a while there, it seemed like it was the other way round; bit touch and go.
Meh. So what's been keeping me busy?
First off, this last weekend saw my Dad's 60th birthday on Friday night, so I am officially the child of a geriatric. Then Saturday was the (awesome) wedding of one of my good friends, Elisha. Here's a happy snap from my mobile:

I know what you're thinking, and she didn't get married to me. Although we do make a hot couple.
Secondly, I've been occupied by ditching my occupations - I'm on hiatus from my regular gig at AX National. Well at least I think I am: I shot an email to the editor on the weekend saying maybe it's time for a break, and I haven't heard back. I'm hoping the fact that I just said goodbye to my last freelance gig will force me to pull my finger out and find more work. Which is going to be a juggling act, coz...
Thirdly, I'm enrolling for another course next year - a Diploma in Professional Writing & Editing at RMIT. Seems like a hard course to get into (the pamphlet mentioned something like only 25% of applicants get through), so I'm trying to bang out the perfect application statement. I'm totally opening with a joke - like, "I've wanted to be a writer ever since I saw Carrie in Sex And The City." Boom tish.
And finally, on top of all that, I'm packing all my shit up - I'm moving over the weekend. Buh-bye seaside Frankston and my parents' warm bosom; hello skanky St Kilda East and the cold harsh realities of adulthood. After spending the three years since my return from the UK telling people I'm 'just back from overseas' and would move 'when I got settled', I've finally pulled the plug and am shifting into a fuck-off sized apartment in Jewtown with two of my very good mates. No doubt you'll hear more about that once I'm all shifted.
But speaking of, the internet's not going to be connected straight away, so be prepared for sporadic blogging. I'll update youse again as soon as I get the chance. If you get lonely and feel the need for a hot Josh injection, head on over to the main site and peruse my writing portfolio.
Or just write your own shit, I don't care. Catch ya soon!



Noice. You gotta keep busy.
If RMIT doesn't eventuate and you feel like a change of landscape, UTS and Macquarie offer similar post-grad courses up here that are easier to get into (or at least were in 2003). Bonne chance, anyways.
(PS - I thought St Kilda East was Fagsville and Glen Iris was Jewtown?)
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Wahey Sam!
Aiie, though I don't wanna turn into one of these characters that bangs on about how busy they are; wearing it like a badge of worthiness. Y'know, the whole "I've gotta drop Tyler off at school, then I've gotta pick up the groceries" blah blah, like they're contributing to society. I'm not *that* bad, I just can't be arsed blogging, hehe.
Fingers crossed RMIT eventuates - I've studied there before, so I'm playing the past-student card. Nice ploy to lure me up to north though; you Sydney faggots and your crafty / helpful ways!
PS. Well, Prahran is definitely Fagsville; and Glen Eris could very well be Jewtown (*shrug*) - but St Kilda East is where the two cultures "seamlessly" mash together (with hilarious results! Hmmm... I smell a sitcom)
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Heh, yes I see it now. 'Cut: The hilarious tale of two wacky housemates living it up in East St Kilda: Josh Weinstein, the meshuggener homo with a heart of gold, and Droopy, his circumcised foreskin. Oy gevalt! Tonight on Ten. Seriously.'
I'll have my people call yours to thrash it out some more
Also, ewww to the name Tyler.
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dance for me monkey boy!
write something josh... the tumbleweeds have had their 15 minutes
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The internet's just been sorted at the new place, so I'll chuck up an entry for my demanding public (ie. you) tonight
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