NIN

So if ANYONE knows where I can buy Nine Inch Nails tickets for the May 7th show in Brisbane, and how much they are, please tell me??? The link on the official website is fucked, and they go on sale on the 23rd. Today is the 17th. If all works out, this show may very well be the highlight of my life. But I can't go unless I have tickets.
So I discovered a new phenomenom - MySpace. Yes, the days of Bebo are over and it's time to roll onto something new, as the Killers would say. http://www.myspace.com/157281848
I see it as sort of moving away a bit more from Dunedin [hardly any of my friends from there have MySpace - they're all still drowning in the quicksand that is Bebo] and moving towards Brisbane [almost every single person I know from here seems to have a MySpace]. When I think about WHERE I AM [where? where? the geographer's daughter] I see myself as stuck between these two cities, emotionally at least. Every day something happens to make me take a step one way, or the other. Who knows where I'll end up. I mean, I remember when I was five, and there was a big house at the bottom of the hill that I lived on. Looking back now it was a rather ugly creation - brown and white, fussy swirls everywhere, not the sort of place I usually like. But when I was five, it was the BIG HOUSE. And I knew I was going to live there when I grew up. And my best friend was going to live in the little white cottage a few houses down. And we'd have children and horses to keep in the paddock next door. I never even considered there might be other BIG HOUSES where I might be happy. No. No no no. This was the only BIG HOUSE I knew and the only one I wanted. And now look where I am. As you grow, the world grows with you.
On the music front, I've got a new band. They are called Alkaline Trio. Their song 'Blue In The Face' is beautiful. I haven't dreamed/since I quit sleeping/and I haven't slept/since I met you. The story of a flawed love. The story of a heartsick love. At least that's how I see it, I'm sure it means different things to different people. At any rate, every time I listen to the first few lines of Belle & Sebastian's 'If She Wants Me' I want to change the lyrics. It goes 'And it was hard/like coming off the pills that you take/to stay happy' and I want to replace 'happy' with 'miserable'. I know it doesn't fit but ... that's my situation.
Spenser and I saw each other on Thursday. We bought $2 bunny ears from some discount store and walked all around the city wearing them. We considered it a victory every time someone saw us and smiled. And we went into Borders and finished reading the book we started when we were in there last time: PostSecret by Frank Warren. Incredible idea - getting people from all around the world to send in annonymous postcards with confessions on them. My favorite is: I had gay sex at church camp. Three times.'
We've become Borders nerds of late, one could say that after Hungry Jacks, Off Ya Tree and [of course] Koz-Mart, it's our main hangout. We read books without buying them, obviously. Art books are our favorite because they're concise and you don't have to actually read too much. We flipped through the whole of Hotel LaChapelle the other day and it was great. Really incredibly pictures. The chrome colors and the exaggerated poses.