What? It’s not summer yet? How come I have to put up with this unbearable heat then?

What? You say it’s not unbearably hot? Yes, it is. GOSH.

It’s too early for me to think of decent things to post, but the “Press it! I stole the internets!” button keeps looking at me whenever I go into my Bookmarks, and so it has become a duty that I can’t ignore. Don’t get me wrong – I love posting blogs as much as the next person writing overly long and pointless blog posts, but not having the internet for a week made me apprehensive about the amount of posts I would have to do to catch up.

Stuff it, I’m extremely effusive, and who cares what I say on here anyway? Well, I guess Suncorp used to care, but not so much any more because I’m no longer associated with them. If I had a bad experience in one of their branches or with their internet banking or phone banking or whatever, I’m more than entitled to post the facts here. It’s free speech. So get lost, censors.

Yesterday was Noelle’s birthday. We had drinks and tapas at Jorge on George, and then made our way down to Parliament House. We had been planning on hanging out in the bar at Parliament House, but it turned out that pretty much everyone had left by the time we got there, the teetotallers. We visited Helen’s mum in her Office, and she shared a really nice Queensland red from the Granite Belt with us. I had to leave in the middle of our quite interesting conversation to go home (Tim, who wins the Best Boyfriend Award, picked me up out the front of Parliament House to make sure I got home safely). I had a really good time with Noelle, Brea, Helen & Renaye.

The new house r0×0rs, btw. As does our new lounge. Check it out (These photos are from a few days ago, when we had first moved in, so our new lounge isn’t in them, and all the boxes and stuff are still everywhere. Plus it’s still messy. I’ll take some new photos today of our nice, clean, tidy new house, and our awesome new lounge):

I’m in love with Dashboard, Modest Mouse’s new song. I forgot how much I liked their music, because I listened to it too much when I first got into it and then I got bored. BORING! It sucks that their new album isn’t out yet. I want Red Riders album “Replica Replica” as well.

It’s so hot. I have vague memories of different ways I’ve coped with the heat over the years. It’s really only been an issue since I’ve moved to Brisbane, because Yamba doesn’t get this hot since it’s coastal, and if it does, then there’s the coast right there and you can just go for a swim.

I remember living at the beach during summer holidays. Sometimes we’d go to the Tea Tree Creek (true name: Mara Creek), just off the track to Back Beach. The water there was the colour of cola, and it was really good for your skin and hair. I used to be afraid that there were dead bodies hiding under the surface because you couldn’t see the bottom of the creek since the water was so dark. Sometimes a ghostly white tree branch would lodge itself on the opposite bank, looking exactly like some cadaver’s arm or leg protuding from the water. Eeek!

Other times, we’d sit at home with the fans on high, soak tea towels in water and then freeze them, and lay with the frozen tea towels on our foreheads. When we went to school, mum would put a frozen washer in a plastic bag in our cooler bags so that we could cool off after running around at lunch time. They were good on the bus home from Grafton when we were in high school, because most of the time the bus didn’t have airconditioning and we were packed in like sardines.

Sometimes, driving home along the road from Grafton to Maclean, after the Shark Creek Deviation, you could see dolphins swimming up the river that ran beside the road.

So anyway, speaking of places which should have had air conditioning and didn’t, I’d like to express my severe and total disappointment in work right now. Is that too specific? Have I said too much? Are the googlers going to come and get me now?

Sooooo today was our first day in our new building. Best river views ever. There was a slight problem in that our desks are on the Western side of the building, and it seems to get uncomfortably warm despite the airconditioning. Closing the blinds helps a little, but mainly with the glare. It’s still pretty warm. I’m hoping that I will get to move at some point in the near future, if I don’t leave beforehand.

The view from my desk, if I swivel around in my chair:

And some others:

When we first arrived this morning, we were greeted by breakfast in our food preparation area. They supplied us with bacon & egg muffins, cut up fruit, ham & cheese croissants, bagels with some crap on them, and tiny muffins. Plus bottles of orange or blackcurrant juice in the fridges. It was cool! The day slowly became less cool, after about the one millionth phone call and stupid email from stupid people. Plus people are being rude because things aren’t going their way, and there’s nothing that they can do about it because they have no control over what’s happening with us.

I’m looking forward to the first time we get to see a storm moving in from the big windows, that’s going to be awesome. Imagine if it hails, and they’re huge hailstones, like golf ball size, and they crack the windows. That would be ironic, because the company would have to call itself to lodge an insurance claim. It would be funny if they rejected the claim and said something like “people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones”. Not that they were throwing stones, but just having your walls made of glass is asking for trouble. Expensive trouble.

Having a shower when you first get home from work is one of the best things about summer. The comparative fresh feeling that you get almost makes it worth having to suffer through the heat and humidity in the dirty city. ALMOST. I’d say that if you’re one of those people who think that it DOES make it worth it, you’re one of those people who say summer is their favourite season. Also another nice thing is having a shower and then going into an airconditioned room from the heat of the bathroom. Bestest.

On to something more fun and exciting: A list of my DS games Click on the image to go to the Nintendo page for that particular game.

Animal Crossing – Wild World is cute. You get to have a house, plant flowers (I keep stealing the prettiest flowers from other people’s yards), buy clothes (I’m wearing a viking helmet and red glasses right now), write letters, do little jobs for other people, go fishing, collect shells and fruit and sell them in the store… You also get to furnish your house, and sometimes if you do things for other people, they’ll give you a present in the form of something to put in your house.

Big Brain Academy tests how much your brain weighs based on your ability to solve various different puzzles in different levels of difficulty. I haven’t played this one much yet, it’s one of my newer games so I don’t have a score for every puzzle yet.

I <3 this. It’s just like Mario Kart 64, except little and with a combination of tracks from all the previous Mario Kart games. I can’t wait to unlock more tracks.

My puppy is a Siberian Husky named Joue. I haven’t had a lot of time to teach her new tricks, but she knows how to sit and she was learning to roll over this afternoon. She met Lauren’s puppy Lola on the weekend, and Brian’s puppy Kemo, who is also a Siberian Husky.

I <3 Super Mario Bros too. It’s sort of like Super Mario Bros 3, with a game map and mini games etc. I wrote about this on a previous blog. Quit being so lazy, GOSH!

My brain age is pitiful, because I only ever get time to play this when I’m tired after a long day at work, or on the weekend after I’ve just woken up and my brain isn’t functioning yet. I like the fact that you get to unlock different brain training programs the more you use the game. I do best in memory and language games, and worst in calculations, surprise surprise.

This game is awesome and weird. It’s all mini game where you have to use the stylus to do certain things. My favourite is the little halloween girl, because the boss level is where you are the earth floating through space, and you have to save a baby that looks like a foetus that’s floating through space. When it hits the earth, it gets smaller and smaller until finally you hear a splash and it drops into the ocean somewhere. It’s funny.

Today is a memory day.

* I remember having blond hair and brown skin and going to the beach every single day

* I remember going for a drive with dad out to the Point during a hurricane. I was afraid. Dad told me about how when he was younger and lived in Sydney, he’d go down to circular quay when big storms came in and ride the ferry just before they cancelled it due to bad weather, because it was fun being on the ferry in the huge waves and pouring rain. I remember thinking that our car was going to be blown off the road, and not being able to see two feet ahead of us, and everything was grey. We went home.

* I remember church on Christmas Eve being so crowded that people lined up outside, and all the kids were outside running around in the yard and everyone was friends with everyone else, and it didn’t matter if we all ran off to the park, it was still counted as being there because we showed up and couldn’t get in, and all the parents stood around outside talking about parent type things.

* I remember when the circus was in town, standing out on our balcony late at night and seeing a drunk guy passed out in the church yard across the street from our place, and hearing the circus music in the background.

* I remember going to the library almost every day after tafe (NERD!), or going to the library in town every second weekend and sitting on the beanbags in the kids section and reading the new kids books, until I turned 11 and started reading from the adult section (and got told off by the librarian – “you can’t read that! Your section is over there —>”)

* I remember going to a party with Chris, and Noelle came too because she was staying with us for the holidays, and we left and met some random guy called Dan, which reminded Noelle and I of an ad for prune juice (Dan Presser, managing director of sunraysia natural beverages, is talking to his mum ruby about a new drink he’s created…) and then we walked down the main street of town and a girl was walking along with a guy, and he was drunk. He pushed Chris into the wall and said “Watch where you’re f**king going!” and the girl who was with him said “Go. Just run.” And we did.

* I remember using the metre-rulers from the blackboard as skis in year six, just before we went on our holiday to the snow, and being strongly reprimanded by the teacher for it (”these aren’t skis! they’re school equipment!”)

* I remember a boy from my class going missing at sea during a storm just after we had started high school. His own father found his body two weeks later at the docks. We had a memorial for him at the church behind our old primary school, and they arranged for all those who had known him to take the afternoon off school and provided a bus from high school to the primary school. It was a sad start to the year.

* I remember going up to the sports field of our village one night, and seeing glowing lines on the ground. One of the parents told us that the glowing stuff was left behind by slugs. I never actually saw any of the slugs.

* I remember going into the bushland surrounding the sports field, and finding paths cut through the scrub that you couldn’t see from the outside. They led to secret hideouts and clearings, and places where other kids had dragged sheets of corrugated iron or cardboard and made shelters and stored things there.

* I remember Noelle, Anna & Clare coming down for Christmas holidays and playing Super Mario Bros 3 and Spy Vs Spy on their Super Nintendo when they stayed out at the farm.

* I remember a Christmas when all the cousins came down to visit, and we put on a show for the parents, and we had tents in our backyard because there were so many people staying.

* I remember taking a kayak out on the lake and discovering what was on the further edges. There were islands and a huge black skeletal tree.

* I remember feeling content.

I just uploaded some photos and I noticed that my profile said I am 23. I had to think about it for a minute to really be sure that I am not 23. I think I’m overtired. We just got back from Yamba. The drive back was so long. I just wanted to be home, and I thought “The first thing I’ll do when I get home is have a shower (because my hair is all beachy from this morning) + then go to bed”. But I’m home, and I haven’t had a shower, and  I haven’t gone to bed (obviously). I really wanted to check out the photos from the weekend, so I had to unpack my laptop and set it back up again on my desk (because I took it with me so I could delete photos from my memory card over the course of the weekend, and it’s lucky I did because I only took my 32MB memory card instead of the 512MB one. IDIOT!) and then I had to upload some to my blog just because I wanted to, and so I had to resize all the photos so they weren’t like a million megabytes.

So. I will have a shower to clean the salt water from my hair (though we did go swimming in the Blue Pools AFTER the beach, which are fresh water, and I did have a shower after swimming at spooky, but it was only the shower above the beach where you get to wash off the salt & the sand) so I”m not all that salty, but I’m not going to sleep like this.

Last night was funny. We sat on the headland and had a picnic and drank and watched the fireworks (random fireworks were going off from about 9pm for no apparent reason) and there were hordes of 15 and 16 year olds walking past our table, all swigging breezers or cruisers, and they never failed to say to us “Happy New Years!” To which Anna would respond “yeah… it’s not new years yet!” or they would say “Happy 2006!” and Anna would say “Happy 2005″ back to them. There was no violence around this year, which is something to be thankful for. Nathan dropped us home just after the fireworks ended, and he had to make two trips as there were too many people. When we got home everyone was hyper, Nathan had leftover silly string and a water gun, and was blasting everyone until A poured a jug of water over him. Then he took the cap off the water gun and just poured the rest of it over Anna, who came out far more soaked than Nathan. I tried to get away from the water gun and bashed my knee against the table in the process. It’s still hurting. Then Zsolti served us all some Tokaji, and taught us the Hungarian toast which sounded something like “eggesheggedrrrre!” But I was a bit drunk at the time so I’m probably remembering it wrong. Despite the fact that I had been drinking vodka all night, and then had tokaji, I woke up feeling amazingly good. We went to the beach at around 9:30am, and the water was so cold that it was hard to breathe, and it wasn’t like I got used to it after a while, I had to move constantly so that I didn’t freeze, and my teeth were chattering and I was shivering. But it was beautiful, the water was so clear, and warming up in sun afterwards was just perfect. In contrast to that, the water in the Blue Pools was really tepid. It was cooler at our feet, further underneath the water where the sun doesn’t reach, still we didn’t stay in there long, because we had to leave anyway.

We leave a week from today. This time next week we will have been on the plane for 7 hours. Or about that. we’re supposed to stay awake for the first part of the trip, and then go to sleep for the last part so that we wake up when the plane touches down in Heathrow at 6:30 in the morning of the same day that we left. I think. I’ll have to have another look at the itinerary. We still need to get thermals. I’ll be going to get those this week, plus a travel pillow because Anna said that we will really regret it if we don’t get one now, because of those days that we are on the tour, if we dont have pillows we’ll be sleeping on each other’s shoulders. So I have to get thermals, a pillow, thick socks, waterproof gloves… probably some other stuff I will realise once I’m in the store looking at everything. Once we get over there I have to get some thick woollen tights so that I can wear skirts! Oh and plus I have to get the other pair of jeans I was thinking about last week. Plus some knee-high socks. I should write all this down so I remember.

Four more days of work to go. I don’t know how I’ll concentrate. It was that close to an impossibility to concentrate last week, though that might have been more to do with it being that stupid three day short week between Christmas and New Years celebrations, and it’s always difficult to be seriously motivated during that time.

Anyways, I’m tired and I want to have a shower and go to bed. Night!!!!

That’s some huge leap to make from holiday me to work me. I haven’t had more than two consecutive days off in quite some time… after about three I don’t know what to do with myself. And with all the merry-making, and the festivities, and the avoiding painful feelings… I can’t even say what I mean. My fingers are killing me from putting together the pump. Those metal clamps were really tough. And the screwdriver kept slipping out and hitting the tips of my fingers, including where the fan cut me the other day. Ouch. Maybe I just wasn’t made for assembling things. I like the idea of it, and I will always stick with it until it’s finished, but I don’t think that the reason that I always end up doing these types of things is because I’m necessarily the best at it, I think it has more to do with the fact that everyone knows that if they leave me to it, it will get done.

I want to leave right now. I want to be at the airport, boarding the plane, luggage checked in and departure card filled out and submitted… Agh! (that was the scream that I promised now that I’m down to the final 10.) I don’t know how I’ll cope with the monotony of everyday life for the next ten days. Anna said that the last ten days are the longest and that they feel like an eternity. Mum said to me today, “Now, while you’re over there, don’t even think about missing home. It’s too short a time, you’ve just got to get on with it and see everything and do everything and just have fun.” I don’t know if she thinks that if she doesn’t tell me this, I’ll cry myself to sleep every night we’re away and be pining for home every minute that I’m awake. If I’m thinking anything about home at all, it will be to wonder at what mischief Ro will  be getting up to.

I’d like to say that I understood what I just did and what happens next but the truth is that I don’t. (and no one will know what I mean by this!)

OH something else to think about. NYE. That takes the focus off counting down the days until we leave. And puts the focus onto something that is more worrying. There are many things I’m concerned about.

Least of these is: where are we all going to sleep? I said I’d sleep on the floor, in front of the doors to the balcony. I used to sleep there most nights when we lived in the house, I can’t remember why but I just preferred sleeping on the floor up there to sleeping in my room.

Agh. I hate when the little email reminder thing pops up and says “you have received an email from…” and it’s something boring like Australian Music Charts, or greater union, or ryanair, but never from an actual person. I mean, sometimes it is, but usually not, because why would someone email me when I’m online anyway?

The worst thing about summer is the intolerable heat, but some of the best things are:

1. stepping into airconditioning (*sigh*) this is especially good when you’re at a shopping centre and have just spent half an hour driving around looking for a park, and walking across the tar which just seems to suck in the heat and radiate it back up at you at double the intensity. Then you get to the auto doors and the air almost goes “shhhhh” as you step inside, like a science fiction movie with those airlock doors.
2. going swimming, whether at the beach or in a pool (but never at southbank. Things are never that desperate)
3. the beaaaaach
4. summer fruits: mangoes, cherries, grapes, watermelon, nectarines
5. actually appreciating being at work for the simple fact that it’s cool and you don’t have to deal with the heat and all the tourists in the mall and you can think about things other than how hot it is.
6. all the public holidays that go along with summertime
7. going for long drives with all the windows down
8. the relaxing cool that follows the darkening of the sky
9. thunderstorms (but only if I am inside!)

I wanted it to be 10, but I’m tired and I can’t think of any more. I hate Antony now, his frivolity makes me feel agitated.

You know what song is sad? That song by the white stripes… the one about having someone in your pocket. So sad. I listen to it on the bus, it always plays just as the bus is passing mountain designs, where the old man asks the bus driver, “just a little further up if you don’t mind, I got a gammy knee”.

no one seems to care about the middle. It’s always the beginning, and the end… like we could really just forget the whole middle part of our lives. The most meaningful things happen in the middle, the middle is when things are at their peak, when life is the most vibrant, exciting, depressing, dangerous…

But anyway, that’s not really what I was going to talk about. Yesterday I went to Shelley beach with Caroline, Lou, Pat and John. I am so burnt now, because it was soooo hot yesterday… I felt like i was suffocating, and i had to hurry through the bush to get to the beach. But then, when i finally got to the beach, it was so relief at all… it was stiflingly hot down there as well.

We sat on the beach for about 3 hours, while Lou slept and Caroline, pat and john talked about old people stuff. Not the interesting old people stuff, like how life was during the war (rations and drawing lines up the back of your legs so it looked like you had silk stockings), they were just talking about times when they’d been ripped off by someone or other, caroline was talking about the builder who ripped her off and someone suing for thousands of dollars after the HIH insurance collapse… I was bored. And today, what do I have to show for it? Weird sunburn, because I was wearing joggers, i have sunburn that goes down my legs but stops abruptly where my socks were. How embarrassing. I’m going to have to wear long pants or socks for the next few weeks… boo.

Anyways, best be off. I’m going into town today with caroline, to get a blood test and a new prescription… my weet-bix is sitting in the microwave turning slowly soggy and gross.

xxoo

I’m sitting here at the computer (completely obvious thing to say) at 7:11am, listening to Lauren’s Chill Out cd. It really is chill out music… it’s even got my favourite summer chill out song – Kinobe “slip into something more comfortable”. It’s also got the song from American Beauty, from when they’re watching the plastic bag dancing in the wind. That song never fails to make me feel melancholy… but not a bad melancholy, a good melancholy… if that makes sense.

Anyway, the reason I am able to listen to one of Lauren’s cds is because she showed up at the door on friday afternoon. She never told anyone she was coming down. She’s going back tomorrow (monday) cause she still has to work christmas day, but that’s okay. We’ll see her after christmas. I’m not sure of the exact day she’s coming home, but that doesn’t matter. she’ll be coming home and it’ll be fun ^_^.

She said she’s going to get me a tattoo for my 19th birthday, if I still wanted one. I think i’ll get one. I read something that leunig wrote in his calender, which mum photocopied from her work, where he described life as a holiday, and you go back home at the end of the holiday (which i guess could be heaven) anyways, he said that your body would be your home for the duration of your holiday, and that many people add personal touches to make it feel more like them, more a reflection of the person inside the body. So I figure that’s a cool way of looking at it, I’m just adding a personal touch to my body. I will have to think long and hard about it though. The original idea was for me to get the chinese character for ‘courage’, just a little tiny one on my shoulder, or the back of my neck. somewhere inconspicuous. I’ve got a while to think about it – my birthday isn’t until april next year.

I’d best be off, we’re all going to grafton today for some shopping. not sure if I will actually go, but i’ll get ready so the decision can be made without the stress of me not being ready to go anyway. I don’t really like going to grafton when I can’t afford to buy anything, and i really need some new clothings. i need new singlet tops, and t shirts, and shorts or long shorts.

xxxooo

ps. watched swordfish last night, i didn’t intend on staying up as late as i did, but it was such a good movie… i recommend it to anyone and everyone… very interesting.

Today we went to Ballina. By we, I mean me, Lou, Mike, Pat and John. Pat and John are lou’s mum and dad. They’re really funny. Lou’s dad accidently called KFC ken fucky chicken. He’s an old english guy, and I don’t think they have many KFCs in their part of Leicester. Anyways, Ballina was so hot. As soon as we stepped out of the air conditioned shopping center, I felt like I was being smothered by the heat. It was also really humid, which doesn’t help things at all. I reckon it must have been 90% humidity… just on the verge of raining, but not quite. The sky was overcast in any case.

I just realised that there are some times when I dislike summer. In fact, there are times when I downright HATE IT! I HATE it right now, for example. The reason for this is because I have my periods, and there’s nothing you can do to cool down in summer when you’ve got your periods. No swimming in the pool across the road, no swimming at the beach (just imagine the sharks that would attract)… no running around under the sprinkler, no hose fights… NOTHING. And my periods have been on for 7 days already. Compounding this is the fact that I have no money, and if this advance payment thing from Centrelink doesn’t come through, Christmas presents from me this year will have to be home made. Like, perhaps, a big ball of lint from the lint cache in the dryer. Hey mum! If you put about a million of these together, you might be able to roll them into one ball of oddly-coloured wool! How great!

Shopping today, in K-mart, Lou asked me what I wanted for Christmas from her. I said a pillow for my bed, since my pillow is like 20 years old and it’s kinda falling to bits. I figured that pillows would be like $5-$10. Nope, Lou chose one that cost $21. I feel really guilty. I won’t be able to get them something that costs that much. Lou’s mum and dad lent me $40, in case I found anything to buy Rosie and Lauren while I was there. I found some teeny tiny hair clips for lauren (she’s been looking for some for ages) and then got her 2 g-strings – one pink+orange, and one black. They were on special at Best & Less, and they were decent brands. I hope no one is too disappointed with my presents this year. I’ve got mum a new saucepan, a huge 16 or something litre one with a clear lid, so you can see the stuff you’re cooking. I did that cause I burnt the bottom of her other big cooking pot, and it took dad two days of heavy duty plumbing type cleaning to clean all the black gunk off it. But it’s back to normal now, so she will have two pots ^_^. I’m also putting in with Lauren and Rosie and we’re getting mum a mini-system. She really needs her own stereo. I’m so sick of listening to Georgie Fame, or whatever that crap is. I think dad will have to help with that one. I’m getting dad a little tape/radio, so that he can listen to it while he’s working. The radio in his car is stuffed. The one I’m getting him is like the boom boxes you used to get before personal cd players came out – only it’s a lot smaller, and it’s prettier – blue and silver. I think I’m getting rosie some make up. Rosie has done a few things that will insure her getting trick presents this year, which is hassling Lauren about a pair of socks that she accidently took to brisbane at the start of the year. Lauren already bought her a replacement pair of socks, but rosie still goes on about it, so Lauren is going to get her a whole heap of socks. That’s going to be funny.

Another thing rosie did was to Lou, Pat and John. They were over for dinner one night, and mum had just gotten back from Adelaide. Mum had bought us glow in the dark necklaces from Crazy Clarks, and was showing them to everyone. We all know that once you crack the necklaces they’re only glow for a short time – unless you put them in the freezer, so when mum went inside, after she’d given everyone a necklace to look at, rosie came outside and grabbed them all back, and went off in a huff. She shoved them in the freezer then went to her room and slammed the door. I told mum just today, and mum said she had no idea that happened. John said he was going to get rosie about 20 of those necklaces, since she seemed to love them so much. But Lou got her a nice bath towel instead. Rosie didn’t have a bath towel of her own.

Anyways, I’m thirsty. I’m going to go have a drink… and not alcoholic

Love you all!

Soon as my periods are over, I’m jumping straight into our neighbours pool! I’m sick of this crap! I don’t ever want to get periods again… how unfair. Tampons are the most overrated pieces of shit, as if they mean you can go swimming without worrying about anything. Stupid libra fleur.

Today went for a walk out to Shelley beach with Lou, Caroline, Horst and Gitar. It was fun… I had heaps of cool stuff for lunch, but by the time we got there i didn’t feel like eating anything. But jees my ankles are sore… so are the soles of my feet. Walking on sand is hard on your ankles, and the soles of my feet are sore because I went swimming and was walking all over the rocks… Only caroline and I went swimming, Horst and Gitar reckoned it was too cold. ha ha ha… they’re coming from germany, saying our water is too cold??? Maybe it’s just cold by comparison… like, perhaps they expected the temperature of the water to be similar to that of the air… pleasantly warm, and they were disappointed to learn that it isn’t… The water isn’t that cold, just colder than you might expect. I saw a big turtle, because we were swimming in amongst the rocks. At first I thought it could be a wobbegong (sp?) shark, but only for a moment, because I couldn’t see it properly from the seaweed. Then it quickly swam out through the little inlet and into the ocean. It was beautiful. There were quite a few caves in the cliffs above the beach, smoothed out by waves over centuries. After our swim, caroline and I sat on the shore and looked through the shells that had been washed up by the waves. She said to me “I forgot how much fun you are to be around. Just thought I’d tell you that” because she had commented that she hadn’t seen me much lately. She also said that the things I thought about and commented on were a lot different to other people my age. Apparently I know much more than most people my age too… but I just said that it’s because I’ve been idle too long, and have had too much time to think about things. In any case, what it eventually came down to is that I understood most things pretty well, and I’m very sensitive to things that don’t always have anything at all to do with me. I think that’s a good thing…

Well, I’m pretty tired right now – it’s been a long day, but in a good way. I’m sunburnt too, never thought that was gonna happen… not ^_^ I knew I should have put sunscreen on… ack. I’ll just have to deal i guess. Before I go, here is a final thought from T. S. Eliot… quite sad, wouldn’t you agree?

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.