Leahtard

Twenty one now and time for a myspace overhaul.The nickname Leahtard was originally intended as a High School insult. Its irony is that it works on so many levels – my history as a Nationals level aerobics competitor (leotards with bright white sneakers and big fat scrunchy socks are the general dress code of the sport), and my tendency to act like a social retard throughout the majority of my existence. Having inherited this rare and unique handicap from my aunty (who refers to it the “Dag Gene”), I am lucky enough to share my life with the equally retarded Ryan – my lover, my solace, my partner in crime, my best friend. Every single minute with him is an adventure.I am a full time Writing and Cultural Studies student at UTS. I also work full time in the environmental sector, specifically in solar technology. I work really fucking hard and I love it. I don’t exactly know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do want to be ridiculously successful. I am insatiably ambitious and determined to do whatever it takes. I want to be at the top of the corporate ladder, earning shit loads of money, loving what I do. And so far, so good. I am at a time when opportunities are Endless…I am a nerd at heart and proud of it. I love language, communication, reading and especially writing. I have been known to turn slightly insane when people do not bother to spell properly. Or use correct grammar and punctuation. There is nothing I love more than a good bottle of Shiraz and a deep reflection on philosophy, politics, environmental sustainability, fashion, music and literature. There are some truly great journalists that I admire: Catherine Caines, Stevie Dance, the Chaser boys, Ronan Sharky and Rosie Beaton.I still do the DJ thing, but honestly, I would prefer to do it at home where I can play my Aquasky, Quest, Mutiny, Ragga Twins, Speaker Junk, Merka and Peaches without any commercial pressure. I am really not interested in the money and apparent fame or fake popularity that comes with the profession, so why waste my time on compromise and Electro requests? When Australia learns to love the harder, smash ya face up breaks, I’ll take the scene a little more seriously. One day however, I look forward to mashing up some bassy bitch breaks with my good friend Steve in the UK… My breakbeat home. Having said all this, I’d like to acknowledge the turntablists that I admire for their instrumental talent, external to the DJ scene but internal to the musical field: Hayden, Adam, Noel, Pete, Will, Aaron, Steph and Lefroy. And yes, there are many others but not enough myspace to mention them all.I am a Russh devotee – those of you who are on the same wavelength will know what I mean. The underlying mantra is built on an attitude of confident individualism, drawing from the fashionable archives of our more genuine style icons of the past – women who are the personification of style through their actions as much as their outfits, as opposed to the Britney trash and Paris crap polluting our tabloids. The Russh girl shimmies between floral dresses and preppy sweaters with gleaming white sneakers, to Doc Martins and biker bitch leather with torn, faded denim and studs galore. A true style chameleon, the Russh girl is an artist in everything that she does. This is the start of a revolution, girls.I am starting up a new monthly meeting for young, alternative writers such as myself – “Writers Anonymous”. The idea behind it is the catalyst for a new creative outlet where we can defy and destroy the conventional structures of literature and social expectations, fuelled with an insatiable passion for words and a lethal thirst for alcohol. Actually, I intend for this to be more of a cult than a monthly meeting. Let me know if you’re interested in signing up for the initiation.