I'm the procrastination Queen of the World!!!

It's true. You may think that you're the King, or the Queen. The truth is however, you've got nothing on me. 

I just actually cleaned the stove top with that special stuff you use to clean stainless steel. Why? (Do you need to ask really?) Because I have an assignment due that I didn't feel like doing. It's not even a bad assignment. It's a feature article about charities and social networking. I picked the friggin' topic and yet here I am, blogging, using my own social networking kind of thing to avoid writing about social networking. Seriously. 

I wonder sometimes if I would ever have joined or started anything if I wasn't just avoiding doing something else. I definitely wouldn't cut my hair nearly as often. Or have learnt to play the ukulele. When I have something else I need to do, all I can think about is writing my novel. When I try to work on my novel all I think about is how my hair needs a trim. I'm sick. It's an illness. However my ukulele skills will continue to improve unless of course I join some kind of ukulele group and need to practice, which then of course will mean playing the uke will be the thing I have to avoid. Isn't this exhausting? 

Now I'm going to go and eat some chocolate.

and yes indeed we shall see, we shall see.

So if you have been to my blog before you may notice that the title has changed just a smidgen, and that's because it didn't feel legit to masquerade as a traveller when I am one no longer (except in my heart of course). Now I am, as the title says, a Melburnian, except that I give myself away when I ask people where they're from, and unless they're from about 7 different suburbs I go 'eh?' But anyway.
In my now 3 months of living in the south, I have noticed one big philosophical difference between Sydney (my former home) and Melbourne (my current home) and that is this....... Melbourne is very flat. It's totally flat. Don't move here if you're trying to enhance your quads, it just won't work. Unless you want to go to a gym, which is what crazy people do.

It would be a little long-winded, and probably boring to write in this post all the stuff that's happened to me since my move down south, so I won't. But I will tell you something strange I saw yesterday. I was sitting in a cafe (shocking, I know!) and the cafe had these cool, tubular water bottles that had screw on lids. There was a couple sitting at a table near me, and when they were leaving the woman took the water bottle, which was half full (or half empty, depending on your perspective) and put it in her handbag before they walked out. So apparently Melbourne folk steal water bottles. Just like Sydney people have epic quads from all their walking up hills.

Well that will do for now, I will get back to the writing that I actually have to do (which is much less fun, probably only because I have to do it, because it's actually quite interesting if you're a nerd like me) but I will keep blogging away, just because, and keep the two or so people who read this abreast of my goings on.

Oh I have a sweet pad, view from the lounge room.                  From the back room.

Tram works on St Kilda Road. 

Degraves St. aka coffee street. 

I heart Ikea. 

study time in the State library.