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| for lack of someone (who hasn't already heard this) to say this to..
I really miss sydney. | | |
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it's amazing what a bit of sea breeze can do to your head | | |
| that nervous tickle in my tummy hits me every time i think about tonight. tonight i may club for the 5th day in a row. my body has been feverish for days. but i can't stop now. oh, i'm liking dance/house/garage better than anything else.
i'm leaving all this soon. Nervous tickle yet again.
I'll admit I've considered staying here many many times. Shouldn't go out tonight.
Life gets better when ya know everything ard u will all end. I'm genuinely happy.
So we hit a rock on the road the other day.. and this was a monster sized rock. Think a side of curb... lil bigger than a printer. Front right wheel hits and we fly like we're in 2fast2furious. I'm very comfortably snuggled up in the back seat and when she comes back down on the road, I scream to stop. K swerves left and right trying to control the car, no power steering, and we finally stop to check out the damage. Slight bump, no biggie. Drive on, tyre flat. We stop again. 2 chicks who know shit abt cars panic. The 3 men step out of the car and start going about changing the tyre. The german goes "don't worry!" But then he has the name of a fish. We barely get to the curb to sit down for a ciggie and they're done. As it turns out 2 of them are mechanics.
And I said to K "if only life was always like that. u need to fix a tyre, your frens are mechanics. ure hungry, your bf is a chef. u get sick, ure dad's a doctor. u need even better drugs, your brother is a drug pimp."
Language is purely emotive.
'Small soldiers' is officially the dumbest movie I've ever been distracted by as I type at the computer. | | |
| haven't managed to catch anyone online in a long time. no, just coz i finished uni doesn't mean i can't come online anymore. it just means that i have more pressing issues to deal with. no seriously. this is not the point where i make some reference to bumming or clubbing. gawd, i wish i could though.
so in the last few days, i've noticed a recurrent thematic concern in a couple of situations/people. ya know how pple sometimes whinge about how no one understands them blah blah blah? a desire to find a soulmate, a yearning for the similar (i'm assuming.) I wonder if it would really be that great.. to find someone or develop a relationship in which the level of understanding would negate the need for explanation beyond basic markers. Like someone who would eventually become seriously familiar. I asked someone, she said it would be nice. I always thought it was a bit of a cop-out. Go talk to a mirror, attached a voice recording of yourself to the back and press play. Then in the grand scheme of things i meet someone who amazes me for this very reason. a similar (not same) upgraded version of what is roughly "me". We never missed a step. it was scary it was exciting it was boring after a couple of hours. and we parted.
In the tune of those philosophy journals and a pinch of cynicism:
the human mind (A1) seeks a counterpart (A2) in itself alone. finding another person (B1) who fits the bill just saves (A1) the expense of having to wholly dream/imagine (A2). Hence, it is possible that (B1) is not perfect, but is just closer to (A2) than the nothing (A1) had to deal with, allowing (A1) the secondary trouble of filling the blanks.(which isn't saying much abt B1). In addition, in (B1) being an appropriated version of (A2), implicates (B1) as a mere vehicle for self love.
damn human frailty, human habit, human human-ness. | | |
| it's my last official school day in uni. my last tutorial starts in 29mins, followed by my last lecture - a poetry reading. i may be freaking out (a normal reaction at this time), but really.. what happens tommorrow? | | |
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