Got some new Holga photos up. I like them very much.

Hope all of your holidays were great.

I'm almost an adult. Scary one, that.

I'm supposed to be studying, but I couldn't give a two right now. I miss my old technicolour life: the parties, the widely varied alcohol and coloured hair.

The hair is pretentious here, and I just drink beer now. Don't get me wrong: beer is freaking great, however, it does get boring after a while. I wish I had enough money to buy some fancy alcoholic drink and drink myself into a horribly expensive stupor.

I'm getting a Holga in a week. Expect horribly trippy photos in a month or so. I'm a dangerous man with gimmicky devices. I also want to get more of a band together, but I only foresee Terri and I drinking beer at Old Gaol for a few more months (years).

Sad one, that.

Much to your (probable) dismay, I think I am actually going to stay on dA this time. I may as well use it as an excuse to actually start writing poetry again. Trust me, your poetry gets a lot better when you're pursuing a Major in English Literature. The scope and brilliance of poetry you come into contact to is really astounding.

In other news, I am horribly bored. All. The. Time. Please move or transfer to Rhodes so that I can have a little more excitement in my life. I debuted on radio last night. I may or may not have been a little drunk, but I managed to fare well, even though I was slurring a little. (I will put that down to my accent.)

The Postal Service is the most depressing band I have ever, ever heard. Gibbard makes beautiful music, though, and hearing the dripping-honey-voice of Jenny Lewis every now and then makes me turn into jelly. (What a horrible idiom that is, ne?)

Have fun, kids.

For some strange reason, I seem to be back on deviantArt. This is tragic because either:

a) I have nothing better to do in my life.
b) I am a sycophant.
c) I want attention.
d) I feel I need some place to further express myself.

All of these reasons are problematic for me, because:

a) All of my creative explorations have failed so far.
b) I am a shit writer/photographer/whatever else you children uphold these days.
c) I realise that everybody on this website hates me anyway.

In other news, I should be published in Hustler UK in the coming months (yeah, that IS a porn mag), as well as writing for Rhodes University's student press, Disposable Opinions, GRRiT, and whoever else will take my trash and print it.

I'm also trying to set up a 100% South African rock show on RMR this August, so that should be fun if I get enough support from bands and the radio station manager. At least I have friends already working at the station who will be willing to help me figure out all the technicalities and nuances of radio production. Sweet!

Also, I'm trying to pass my course.

Love, love, love.