I used to pride myself on having a stupendously awesome memory, but I have found that stress and advancing age (I
am 21) have made it distinctly sucky of late. To compensate, I have resolved to try to take more photos of my doings. This has the added benefit of having something to show my parents (who've moved to the other side of the country) and mostly house-bound grandmother.
Here's a few snaps from this week:

This is
Sticky Insitute, which I'm writing about for school. It's literally underground; in an arcade that leads from Platform 1 of Melbourne's busiest train station, Flinders St Station, to the other side of road so that train passengers can by-pass traffic.

I took this shot of my reflection in the mirror behind an art installation in Campbell Arcade where Sticky is. It was a slightly disturbing display of what looked like bodily organs among other things mounted on sticks in dirt.

I spy with my little eye...

Truant teenagers sitting on the roof of the shopping centre drinking! I'm assuming they were truant teenagers because anyone else would have been allowed into a pub to drink and wouldn't be stupid enough to drunkenly hang out that high up! The one in brown fell and took the bottles with him!

I sampled this choc-vanilla cupcake on Wednesday at Melbourne's latest cupcake bakery...
The Cupcake Bakery...I must say that I was pretty disappointed- dry, bland-tasting cake and oddly textured frosting that either indicated the presence of a large amount of preservatives and additives (and/or was made from powder) and perhaps some crazy mixing. It definitely paled in comparison to...

This awesome cookies'n'cream creation from
Little Cupcakes, which I had for the first time on Tuesday and then again on Friday (sheer gluttony, I know!). The cake was moist and rich without being overpowering and the frosting was lovely and buttery, though not too sweet despite the chunks of biscuit.

Frankie is one of my (and everyone else in the blogosphere, I think) favourite Australian magazines. There is an awesome 'road test' of meat substitutes and some great stuff from Marieke Hardy in this issue.

I bought this, along with Frankie, at the airport when I was dropping my brothers off. I can't resist anything to do with Iggy Pop and this was no exception, but it turned out to be a really good mag (I don't know if it's this issue or this magazine) with a new and intriguing manner of interviewing 'the greats'. The obituaries were rather cool, too.

This is the top corner of the 'Word' cover, which may seem rather dull, but I found the placement of the price tag (over Moz's head) fascinating symbolically and wondered what he'd make of it.