I am still alive!
Journal Entry:
Wed May 14, 2008, 9:51 AM
It's just hit 2.33 AM here in Australia and I've been doped up on coffee and mint slice biscuits and I'm so tired that I feel sick in my belly. Just finished a difficult short story composed of six vignettes for class. I may post it. I don't even know if I'm happy with it.
I haven't been around much because I study full-time and this year all the work is piled on, as if the fire doesn't have enough driftwood. But I did take two extra subjects, I don't regret that, only the amount of workload that comes with those two subjects. I kinda feel like I've just had a bucket of snow plonked on my head.
My body-clock is all out of whack because I stay up ridiculous hours [prime example], mostly because I can't really sleep anymore and I'm not sure why. I love sleeping! I am realising that I have to get up in 5 hours. Silly me.
I lost my job a week back and that was quite a large disappointment since the break-up of my last boyfriend. But I've moved on from both and feel somewhat refreshed as a person. The sunny-side optimist doesn't let me frown too often. I have the most wonderful friends, some of whom are on dA [believe it or not!] so that is the most convincing reason to smile. I keep reminding myself of them, too.
I was contacted by an old friend a while ago. We go rollerblading every saturday and oh my goodness, it is the most fun I have all week. I really do look forward to it. Spinning around the corner and falling over and being able to laugh at ourselves between the mills of little kids, is really just fantastic. I am not quite as expressive, I realise, at this time than in proper waking hours. But he that type of person that is contagious, he really is just a big kid, but at the moment i'm not sure what i'd do without those four glorious hours and hurtling around corners and cutting five year old kids off.
Aside from that, for all you Canadians, I'm stealing your breathing space in september. I'm doing a short exchange with my TAFE [Tertiary and Further Education] wew to Calgary.
Love and miss you all.
p.s Jon, what's another name for toliet in Canadian speak?
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Winter Downs
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Spark up today at [link]!
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If you were the letter 'j', I'd tap you like I was writing a one-letter poem.
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