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6:40pm on Sunday.
Two exams tomorrow.
Amount studied for either: Nil
Oh shit.

Well, has definately been an interesting weekend! But I guess most of them are for me… I don’t think i’ve had an entry in a long time where I have no had something to say.
First off, yesterday’s exam in ELEC3303 (Digital Signals Processing) was a complete writeoff.
I crammed like hell, got a precious few hours of sleep, then walked into the exam room, sat down, looked at the questions, decided I could do them, attempted them, realised I was horribly wrong. I *knew* the basics, but not to the level he was asking, and I didn’t know it with enough competency to be able to answer it properly.
So I walked out, after 1 hour.
I considered what I was going to do for about 10 minutes, and realised that my only saviour would be if I could sit a supplementary test. In order to do this, I would have to tell my lecturer that I suffered some sort of panic / anxiety attack / depressive episode, consistent with the Special Consideration already granted for the examination. In order to do this, I decided that I would need to have some evidence to back it up, which is why I decided to walk out. If I had another week or two, I could do the exam, no problems. A supp is my only chance, and I will fight tooth and nail to get it. If that happens, my original exam is discounted anyway, so its just as well I walked out. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. What do you good people think? Comment and let me know!

Last night, I had another shift at Telstra Stadium, with the Swans vs Collingwood came. I still can’t understand AFL. Working again in the Corporate Suites, I got a great view of the game, and I asked some of the people I was looking after to try and explain the rules of the game to me. I still couldn’t understand. Bloody Victorians and their rules.. hahahaha. Still, a good shift, got good money, and I was a lot more confident in what I had to do. Am looking forward to working at the State of Origin III next month.. that should be huge!

Oh, and Adam decided he was going to read through my entire journal, protected / private entries and all, back for the last 5 months or so. I knew it was going to happen one day, and when I was snoozing on the couch, he decided to hijack LiveJournal and write his own post, considering how much I’ve written about him in my journal. I think I’ve bagged a good one, ppl !!!

Anyway, i’m going to get some dinner, eat ice-cream and watch a movie with Sarah before getting back to study. Don’t you just love my procrastination? *sigh*

An Introduction
Ok, yes, this is Gus’s thingy, but it’s actually the boyfriend, Adam, typing this. I thought that, since there has been so much written about me that I deserved to share my side of the story, voice my thoughts and opinions, and let everyone, including Gus, have something to read from me. I do warn you that this will be long, for the story is long, but I will try and abbreviate it as much as possible. So here goes…

The here and now
Well, it’s Sunday morning, afternoon actually, and we just got out of bed. Half asleep, contemplating having some brekkie and the like. It’s been nearly 3 months since we started going out, a record for Gus if he can stick it out. The time has gone so quickly, but I’ve had so much fun with him, and I hope that continues for a long time to come. I’ve read the entries on here, know that our fairytale has been publicly broadcast, and I just have to say that it’s all true. All those cliched, incredibly sappy romantic endeavours of ours we have actually done… kissing in the middle of the harbour bridge at night, spending the day at the zoo hand-in-hand, the whole “I love you” bit on top of the headland at Palm Beach, the photography session together… I myself can’t believe the way things are going between us. It’s just been so magical and perfect that it’s undescribable.

How it all began
Gus has done wonders for me, in every way that one person can help another. After such a horrible 6 months or so, Gus has brought me back to life, opened my eyes to the world again and made me see reason and purpose again. After becoming violently ill last October, followed by my decision to *finally* leave my long-term abusive boyfriend Toby after 18 months, the death of my beloved grandmother the day after my 21st, going through rigorous and invasive tests and hospital visits to rule out cancer and the like, discovering yet another health problem in the significant damage to my kidneys and the nervous breakdown I suffered at the end of all this in January this year, I was nothing short of a wreck. Physically, I got down to 58kgs, my eyes and skin were yellowing and I had the permanent shakes. Emotionally, I had lost trust in everyone and everything I knew. My self confidence was nil, my self esteem even less…there just didn’t seem a point to life anymore. The fire that keeps us going had burnt out completely in me, and I just stayed at home, too scared to set foot outside my home, often not even venturing outside of my bed. After a few weeks of this, I became incredibly lonely, but still not confident enough to go out in public, I started using the net again, making new friends online, chatting to perfect strangers about this and that and generally just trying to keep my mind off my own problems. Then I saw Gus’s profile, and like I did so many times, sent a short message introducing myself, saying hi, not expecting to hear from again, but nevertheless, you get the idea. The following day, a reply, from Gus. Chirpy, bubbly, and quite cute gauging from the photos, he seemed really nice, and so the exchanges continued. One night I decided to ring him. Not the best of phone introductions. He *apparently* mistook me for someone else, a friend of his, and launched into detailing his sexual exploits of the previous weekend, things still embrazened on my mind but won’t be repeated for his own sake! He thought he’d blown it, I didn’t really give a shit, so we met one night in early February. I asked him to come to dinner with a couple of friends of mine, but really, I dragged my friends along too since I was still too nervous to go meeting anyone by myself. Dinner went well, Gus was cute, we went for drinks at Stonewall afterwards, but neither of us had any intentions in picking up. He stole a brief kiss, but apart from that, nothing really happened. We went our seperate ways early on and that was that. We stayed in touch, but Gus played coy, and it wasn’t until April that I was to actually see him again. From reading his LJ, I have since found out that there were other boys in between that time, but I had to wait.

And now
I liked Gus from the moment I met him, I can’t say why in particular, I just did, so it was me that did the pursuing. It paid off. We are now very happy together, we’ve gone for weekends away together to meet my friends around the place; he’s taken me gliding, probably his greatest passion behind sex and computers; and we saw Shrek 2 the other night. I had to work all day Friday, at the Golden Stave Awards at Fox Studios… saw plenty of celebs, I have come to enjoy celeb-spotting since becoming a waiter, but ahem, that’s getting off the point. The point was that it was such a nice thing to come back from work, get changed and be taken out for the night, to the movies, “la premiere” class, complete with champers and all. It’s just the sort of person Gus is. Incredibly generous and thoughtful, sometimes to his own detriment (such as a lack of studying). I am in love, and those feelings continue to grow deeper by the day. I was very reluctant at first. I wasn’t sure if I genuinely liked him or if it was just a delayed version of the rebound boy thing. Looking back, I probably rushed into things a little bit, said the “L” word before it was 100% genuine. I guess it was just desperation at first. But Gus has put up with me, let me take things at a comfortable pace, listened and supported me through my continuing trials and tribulations in regards to my health and stuff. I think he’s starting to realise that he has helped me through, that he has made such an impact on my life. I and all who know me, know that Gus came along at the right time, that he’s helped me to return to the happy person I used to be, and that he has made a lasting change on my future. I wouldn’t be at where I’m at, or heading where I’m heading if it wasn’t for him. I don’t know how I’ll repay him, all I know is that I continue to care for him, continue to love and support him, and continue to be greatful for his help.

The Future
I’ve gotten my own life back on track now. I’m getting ready to go back to uni in July, to finish off my Arts degree and more than likely start another degree. I’m now working two jobs, paying off my debts and saving some on the side. I’m able to go places, especially out on the scene, without feeling the trepidation and blatant fear that I used to. I’m feeling physically better; while the tests and doctors visits are continuing, I’m putting weight on again (now at 65kgs and climbing – both from work and working out). And above all, I’m happy and stable once more. My confidence in everyday life and in myself is growing and I know now that, most importantly, I’m capable of trust.

Babe, I love you. I trust you. I look forward to spending much more time with you to come.
Thanks for letting me share my story.

Love,
Adam

*Gus curls up into a little ball and pulls the blankets over his head*
*whimpers silently under sheets*

AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!
What is wrong with me? I can’t seem to get my mind around ANY of this shit!
I have an exam tomorrow, Digital Signals Processing, which is one of the hardest courses offered by the Engineering Faculty. It is absolutely insane.
I have so much to learn, no time to do it, and my mind is not behaving itself. Naturally, i’m well behind in coursework and I’m struggling to understand the basics.
I may have Spec. Con, but that’s not going to save me if I perform abismally in the exam.
Does ANYONE know some emergency preparation I can do?
I’m thinking of getting about 2 hours of sleep, and cramming as much as I can in as short a timespan as I can.

I’m seriously stressin’ out here people… I never realised this course was so goddamn hard!!!
*whimpers*
I cannot afford to fail !!!

On another note… LJ seems to be very quiet lately… where IS everybody?

What a great day!
I was going to write up a LJ post last night, but got half-way through, put the ‘puta on hibernate, and she didn’t bring up my saved journal post cries
For the first time this morning, in absolutely AAAAAGGGEEEEESSS, I woke up at 7am, well before my usual 11-12 am, and got a good start on the day! By 8:30am I was at uni, and ready to start work!
So now I’m sitting in the engineering library (much less crowded than Fisher, and bigger desks + power point for my laptop), listening to some mixes by Paul Goodyear, and powering through Digital Signals Processing. Today is the first day I have done any study, really.
Went to see the shrink yesterday, and he got me quite psyched up when it came to uni. I had to sit there and try and figure out why I was really there in the first place (uni, I mean. We all know I was at the shrink’s because I’m a complete fruit-loop!)

If I went and asked a random amount of people at uni, why they were there, the majority of answers would alternate between “umm… ‘cos.. I wanna get a job, like” or “mummy made me”. I’m not really sure where my motivations came from, because as I know too well, I don’t listen to my mother. Her reasoning for me going to uni was that both she and Dad flunked out, and my brother took 5 years to earn a near-worthless B.A. As a result, all expectations rest on me to make up for her failed hopes and dreams. Dad, on the other hand, said to me on a select number of occaisions “Gus, I don’t give a shit what you do in life. What job you do, where you live, whether you fuck guys or girls, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you have that piece of paper in your hand. Not for now, but for when you get to my age. The course may well be irrelevant, it may well be out of date by that time, but you need to have those letters after your name or no-one will want to employ you once you get past the age of 40.” This comment I listened to.
I decided to take engineering, because logically it was the most relevant course for me, with the most amount of options available. I was better at english than I was at maths in high school, but the jobs and money are in the telecommunications sector. And the difference between skilled and unskilled labour.. its remarkable. At the moment, I work as a waiter and bartender, and it’s hard work. Not stimulating at all, and hard manual labour. I don’t want to be doing that for all my life!
I guess one of my dreams is to not have to worry about money. I don’t want to be in the position that I have been so often as of late, where I can’t afford to fill my car with petrol, and have to buy budget milk + bread just for survival. Social life is totally out of the question. I want to be in a position where I can take out my wallet and not have to worry whether my card will be rejected by the EFTPOS machine. Financial freedom, I think they call it. And there’s no reason why I can’t.. I just have to apply myself and take the necessary steps to achieve it.
It’s very difficult to see so far into the future when you’re 21.. you rarely plan your life past the next week. But its times like this, exam times, when I have to question why I’m really here, and why I want to study. And I want to study because its a challenge, and will allow me to have so many more options in the future to explore life, travel, and be comfortable. Plus, its a step closer to owning my own glider. We all have our motivations for being here… it’s important to remind ourselves every now and then so we don’t lose sight of the bigger picture and find ourselves in a place where those dreams are ripped from us.

Ahhh!! First exam today! Was even awake to do it! Don’t ask me how… 300mg of venlafaxine, 2000mg of guarana, 500 mg of ginko, 500 mg of ginseng, and a multivitamin, all washed down with a double-strong flat white! Heh heh… one would think Gussy is a chem junkie!

Didn’t go too badly… most of the subject material was pretty straight-forward, and considering that it is the *one* subject that I have done the assessments for, I should be able to get away with a decent enough mark. Oh well… time will tell! The next nasty one is Digital Signals Processing on Saturday.. that’s going to be a killer!!

Have been having an all-out brawl with the laptop lately… the Cisco mini-PCI card failed on me again, and the machine refused to boot. Took the girl apart again, removed parts, reset parts, upgraded parts… nup. Finally give in.. decide to find the receipt and return her under warranty. Put it all together and turn her on to remove my files… waddaya know… she’s working perfectly. I have since deduced that my laptop has its own thought process, and because of its relation to me, considerable emotional issues as well.

Went to see Dad in hospital today.. his surgery yesterday was a success. I got to the hospital, to find my mum beside his bed. The poor man looked a bit uncomfortable, or maybe it was just me. I wanted to have a good talk to Dad at some point. I might go up and see him tomorrow. I’m glad however that he’s recovering quickly. Mum is going in for surgery again next week to have her other breast removed. Methinks I am going to get quite used to that hospital….

Anyway, I will update more tomorrow as I’m tired and need sleep, considering I didn’t get much last night. I shall leave you with a photo, and a very cute photo at that. I finally got a call from the Photography studio in chatswood to say that my first print was ready, and that I could pick it up. Before I framed it and put it on my wall, I scanned it to enjoy the benefits of the digital media.

I know I know, I’m such a cornball !!� I decided to make my sappy entry public, and hopefully my mind will be so engrossed with exams soon to be worrying too much about life and love and all those things in between….

I have just left Adam asleep in my bed, after the poor boy didn’t get any sleep last night and had to work all day today, as well as all night last night.
I look at him, and he really is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It has been so long since I have looked on a boy, sleeping restfully, and been content to just sit there and admire his beauty.

The karma gods have smiled, even if just only recently. Adam says that I am the best thing that has ever happened to him, and that he probably wouldn’t have gotten through the last few months if it wasn’t for me. Whilst I scoff at this, sometimes I think that I do have a positive influence on some people. I’m glad that I can make a difference in this world, even if it is just for a few people. I always do my best for people, and when I see it pay off, it makes all the pain worthwhile.

I have sometimes questioned myself, but always caught myself after a short time and looked again at the reality. Until now, never have I had someone treat me with the respect and love that I offer out to them. Sure, one can argue that we’re still in the “honeymoon” stage, and everything is still “hugz and kisses”, after being together only 2.5 months. Sometimes I wonder if I’m being a bit naive, a bit “starry-eyed” and blinded, but I remember that I’m no fool. I’ve been hurt enough times, been in enough failed relationships, and seen too much of the world to be completely oblivious to reality. In the mindstate that I have been in lately, in particularly under the effect of the A/D’s, I look at all aspects of my life objectively and without rose-coloured glasses.

I love this boy. I can say the 3 words to his face and feel completely at ease with it. I feel on top of everything when i’m with him. I enjoy every minute that he’s here.
There are many who would look on this and say “yeah, so what?”, but I remind myself that this is the first time I have felt such things for another person. The love I had for Timmy was different…� just as strong, unconditional, but different.

Life deals us unusual hands every now and then. I must learn to enjoy and savour what I have now, for victories like this in life are few and far between.

“Mourn the losses for there are many, but celebrate the victories for they are few”
Debbie Levotni, Queer as Folk, Episode 3-14

Oh wow. Just logged on to USYD to check my exam seats, and find out my entire exam timetable has changed. Instead of having EBUS3001 tomorrow, it’s now on Tuesday! Yay for that! My exams are now more spaced out… now I just need to find the application to sit down and do my fucking study. I’ve decided I’m going to study on-campus, in either Fischer or Engineering Library. So tomorrow morning, I will probably start turning up to uni more often than I have all semester! lol.. what a sad state of affairs!

Last night was interesting… worked at Telstra Stadium for the Australia vs Scotland match. I was running a corporate suite, and whilst I was kept busy, it was quite enjoyable. The guests really enjoyed the food (as I did when I cleared it after.. yumm!!!) and I got to watch bits and pieces of the game. Not a shabby job! The best thing was at the end… the guests got so drunk that when I asked the host to sign at the end, he scribbled all over the sheet, then slipped a 50 into my hand. I was happy with that! Is the first serious tip I’ve recieved whilst working for this company. Adam also worked at Telstra Stadium last night, but down in the corporate boxes (as opposed to the suites). I met up with him after I finished, and we tried to get a train home. Nup… all trains had stopped for the night. So went to catch a taxi.. but nope.. there was a queue about 90 minutes long. Well.. we were only going to Lidcombe, right? so may as well walk! Started out on foot… still trying to hail down cabs, but to no avail. Nasty thing was we ended up on Homebush Bay Drive, in completely the wrong direction! After 90 minutes of walking, we managed to get to Lidcombe station, feeling extremely exhausted. I have never been so happy to see my car in a long time. I will learn for next time! lol

ATM I’m writing up special con letters for all my lecturers… *sigh* I will go and see them all tomorrow. This is going to be a tough week.

Ahhh.. feel better already! Decided to do a big clean-up here at home. I couldn’t even think where to start with my uni work when I couldn’t even see the desk. Went to see the p-doc today… asked him about the effects of the A/D’s. He decided it would be prudent to up the dosage again, now to 300mg, which is double the maximum recommended by the manufacturer. Oh well! He did however write me a certificate recommending to the university that they give me special consideration for the past 3 months, as well as the examination period. I was of two minds about this, as I would prefer to accomplish a P grade without help, but all things considered, at this point in the game I need all the help I can get. There are lots of lost marks due to assignment non-submissions…. the special con may be able to cover those, but I will still need to prove to them that I can pass the course in order for them to adjust my marks.

I have to be ruthless in the next few days. Absolutely ruthless. For the next two weeks, uni is my primary focus.. nothing else at all. Not boys, not social life, not anything. I will talk to Adam tonight and explain that I really must be engrossed in my work for the next two weeks, and that might have to include not seeing him. I have absolutely enjoyed to the nth degree his presence over the past few days, but I haven’t gotten a lot of work done. That’s not his fault…� he kept trying to persuade me to bury my head in books. I had other ideas though. *sighs*

I’m just waiting for him now to get home from work. It’s his first shift tonight working for the company that I work for. I really REALLY wanna see Shrek 2 !!! Sarah’s gone off to see it tonight.. I’m so jealous!!!!!!! Found out I had a bit more money in my bank account than I thought, so I took the opportunity to pay off all my debts. So many bills.. so many debts… I *think* they’re all taken care of now! It’s a good feeling…

Just out of interest, I found this in an old DNA magazine that I keep beside the dunny… thought it was quite amusing. See how many of these apply to you.. heh heh

Name your Fetish!!!

Priapism: A permanent erection. Can be induced by injecting cocaine into the penis. Not recommended….
Hirsute: Excessive body hair. If you’re aroused by pubic hair, regardless of the amount, it’s known as gynelophelia or pubephilia. If armpit har is your sole fancy, then you’re a hirsutophile.
Smurf: Short gay man.
Autofellatio: when a man can perform oral sex on himself. There are several websites that provide instructions on how to suck your own cock. Visit www.sex-project.com/syod.shtml
Acomoclitic: a preference for hairless genitals
Acrophilia: Enjoying sex from a great height, such as in a skyscraper or high-rise apartment
Candualism: watching your boyfriend have sex with someone else
Crurofactism: when you’re obsessed with a guy’s legs
Lygerastia : having to have the lights out in order to reach sexual climax
Bradycubian: Someone who reaches climax using very slow strokes
Dysmorphophile: Someone who’s turned on by physically impaired guys
Anisonogamism: wanting someone older or younger, but definately no one around yourown age. If you’re only into excessively older guys, you’re a gerontophile.
Vincilagnia: Getting a kick out of nbondage and discipline
Chezolagnism: Jerking off whilst shitting. If you’re into watching your man shit, it’s coproscopism, but if you’re into the art of all things shitty, its coprophilia
Acrotomophile: someone with a festish for amputees. If you’re into loosing a limb yourself to enhance your orgasm, you’re into apotemnophilia
Mysophile: an undie sniffer
Pygmalionism: being turned on by statues or mannequine.
Axillism: fucking someone’s armpit
Choreophilia: Dancing as you cum.
Munchaussen’s syndrome: reopening a wound for sexual pleasure
Eproctolagnia: enjoying a good fart in your face
Agoraphile: Addicted to having sex in public
Agrexphile: Someone aroused by the fact that others know they are having sex.
Tripsolagnia: Getting an erection while shampooing your hair
Fratrilagnia: Fantasising about brothers having sex while you watch
Genofact: An obsession with all things cock
Amomaxias: Guys who love sex in cars
Coitobalnism: Bubby bath fetish
Gomphipothism: being sexually aroused by teeth. If you’re aroused by the removal of teeth, that’s called odontophilia.
Barosmia: A fetish for hot sweaty guys from the gym or a construction site.
ErotomaniaBeing obessessed with a complete stranger or someone who’s obviously not interested in your or who have stated that they aren’t interested
Emetophilia: enjoying being vomited on. Also known as a Roman Shower or Catching The Tiger
Allorgasmic: Fantasising about your boyfriend having sex with someone else while you masturbate
Podophilia: Foot fetish
Nasolingus: Sucking on your boyfriend’s nose.
Alvinolagnic: a six-pack or washboard abs fetish
Agonophilia: simulated rape with your partner
Lantronudia: exposing yourself unnecessarily to your doctor
Phygephile: having a fetish for prison escapees
Timophile: when you’re only turned on by another guy’s wealth
Zelophilia: being sexually attracted to someone you are jealous of.
Endyophilia: wanting to keep your clothes on during sex.

Well, I have an hour off whilst Adam’s at work! (My work in fact… he needed a job, I talked to my boss.. and voila ! He’s employed!) He’s off doing training at the moment… am going to go pick him up in about an hour. In the meantime, I will have to have a cheeky cigarette whlst he’s gone… hehe heh

Today I made good on my competition win and went into Chatswood to do my modelling session! My god… how much fun! I know I’m a bit of a camera whore at the best of times, but I absolutely owned it today in front of the camera. Adam came along too… he watched, and we even got a few shots of the both of us, and even a few of just him.
Saw the photos at the end… modesty aside, both of us looked pretty fucking hot. And the couple shots were so unbelievably cute it wasn’t funny! Now all I have to do is save up a shitload of money for the prints. *sigh* that’s how they get you, y’know. Offer you to do the shots for free, chip in a little for the shots, but only enough to get you one print. The rest.. well… it’s going to require some serious budgeting from me to afford them all. I will have to stagger them out over the next few months. Overall, the shots will cost upwards of $1k. But they prints are huge, and framed. I think I will give one to mum for her birthday.

Well, I knew it was inevitable one day, but mum insisted that she have dinner with me the other night, and since Adam was staying with me, well, she offered for him to come along too. I know it’s always uncomfortable for parents to meet their son’s gay partner, but she did really well, and was really polite, and for that I am so proud of her. I really wanted her to see that I am happy with him, and that he’s as wonderful as I always tell her he is :p heh heh
Adam, of course, was scared out of his mind. Meeting the parents is a huge step in any relationship… and from what Sarah said about mum’s propensity to sometimes be hostile, he was a bit cagey. But, likewise, I wanted to prove to him that I really did want him around. That, and mum has changed so much in the past few months.. she’s really been so good. All in all, it ended up being a really successful night! I was so happy with the outcome. After dinner, Adam and I went to see “The Day After Tomorrow” at Hoyts, just next door. I have to say, after walking out of the cinema, I felt nice and warm, even though it was a winter’s night! hahaha

Well, as mentioned in my last post, Adam got around to reading my journal, even the posts which were protected. I’m glad he did, though it was inevitable that some parts could be easily misinterpreted. I keep forgetting that my journal is always a mess of half-baked ideas, random “thought-of-the-moment” entries and other emotions that I can never describe as well as I would like. Yesterday was an emotional day for him, and yes, there was a part of one of my posts which got him upset, but thankfully I was able to talk to him and explain. I’m glad he read it though… honesty is my best trump card, and trust is essential, if not crucial, in any relationship. Plus, considering how much more I have fallen for the boy in the past few days,. its best he knows everything there is to know about me… I hate mystery.

Aaaaaanyway, that about wraps it up for today’s ramblings.. be sure to tune in tomorrow for more exciting and whacky adventures in Gus’s Crazy Messed-Up Life!

Caption:�Browsing through the old files on the computer, keep coming across little gems like this… heh heh

Curse my infernal body clock. It’s getting more and more out of whack each day!
Adam is asleep in my bed as I type… I sooo just can’t sleep. My eyes are bolted open.
Didn’t have a very productive day. I have now seen the first 6 episodes of Season 4 QAF.. and without spoiling it, I just have to say that it just keeps getting better and better. I was glued to the screen the whole time. I now have episodes 7 and 8 downloading… if any of y’all want a copy, butter me up nicely :p

I’ve got Adam staying with me until Friday. Lord knows how I’m going to get any work done, but he seems intent on making me do some work. Make sure I eat properly, sleep regularly, etc etc. Damn well knows I need it too… my personal habits reach their lowest in stuvac time. Having a day out of the house tomorrow with Adam. Don’t know where I’m going, or what I’m doing. Maybe the beach? Maybe some movies? who knows.

Oh! And that reminds me… I have now got a booking on Wednesday to do my *free* photoshoot at Starshots in Chatswood… Adam’s going to come along with me to watch, and we might get a few shots together. LOL… I have to figure out what I’m going to wear for it between now and then, and make sure my skin is looking good :p hahaha

Caption: I remember seeing this in Mich’s room at college ages ago, and demanding she send it to me. I had it put up on my wall.. hahahaha