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eleven for wednesday
So here it comes again. The time to lock down, concentrate, conquer and learn. I go cross eyed, marry my laptop and become friends with the crust pizza delivery boy. It's a roller coaster of emotions. Waves of guilt convince me to stay indoors until everything is done but then the impulse to reward myself with free time is overpowering and i burst into the sunshine only to return home feeling like more of a drongo. I become physically ill at the sound of my keyboard clicking away under my fingers. It's a very traumatic time for all university students. It does have its positives though. It means that summer holidays are just around the corner. It means that we're flying to New Zealand for Christmas soon. It means that Robbie is moving here soon. It means that I get to eat as much junk food as I want without feeling like I don't deserve it. I do deserve it, it's an indoor reward. Similar to the indoor reward I gave this morning. Taking pictures of stuff around my house. Not incredibly interesting but I had a relax and a break doing it. A slide that Robbie gave me. From NYC with love, balloons in the sky. My flowers, my Peggy, her butterfly, our slide, my ukelele, my bag, my book, my tissues, my sunglasses, Henry's toy, my room, my face in my mirror.
Also, here are my digital watches. My Adidas collection is missing from the photograph. The watch Duncan gave me is the green one. Very amazing watch. I also have to synchronise my watches. A reward I'll save for later.
purple purple purple
Put purple in my hair. purple purple purple.
Bought many things for the house today also. Most excited about our lovers garden seat. Summer is going to be a little bit great. Also looking at picnic benches and other things for the house. I don't buy clothes any more. I just buy stuff. I bought megan and frankie a great engagement present, if i do say so myself. i think i may buy myself one also. for the house.
happy hump day.
september october november
The Suburbs; Arcade Fire.
Heligoland; Massive Attack.
Forgiveness Rock Record; Broken Social Scene.
Sigh No More; Mumford and Sons.
The Greatest; Cat Power.
Plastic Beaches; The Gorillaz (I have been known to accidentally refer to them as The Monkeys).
The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill; Lauryn Hill (really have to be in a particular mood to listen to her easy-going-attitude-girl music.)
Havn't decided the rest. Just stuff i have on repeat. Music to listen to while spending time, waiting for November.
Ross and Rachel just broke up on Friends. Feeling a little depressed about it. Spent the day with Henry, hanging out in the park. Did some vacuuming. The guilt I feel about having watched Friends DVD on my study day is probably equal to the guilt you feel about having wasted time reading this silly post. My apologies but I wanted to tell you all (very few) what I have done today. Not much.
Here is a photo in India. I was on a boat for the day in Palolem. I was really sea sick but gradually came around in time to see an eagle (I think it is an eagle). It didn't make that bird call that you hear so often in movies set in the desert. It was a very big bird and it was so smooth through the sky. I miss India, but I miss Robbie more.
Does anyone know what season/government it is?
Deep deep concern for the election results that are still to be known.
http://doesaustraliahaveagovernmentyet.com/
Something that is quite difficult for me is to stop myself from just vomiting a whole bunch of pictures on here? I want to but I won't do.
I felt quite naughty taking the first picture. He's the neighbour in the street that annoys everyone by parking behind their drive way in the back alley, trapping them in. I expected him to come out and yell at me, in some kind of dennis the menace manner. "DENNIIIIIIIS!!" And photo number four, somehow we still get junk mail. But quite useful. How else would we have found out that Istanbul King St do home deliveries?
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