Semantic noise and frozen cheeks.
Today (or yesterday) was a clockwork day. Sunshine greeted me as I walked to the station, inching ever-so-closer towards battle (Visual Communications exam). Sunshine which - some half an hour (or more) later, once I had stepped foot off the transit device that we've all become accustomed to addressing as the "train" and entered into the regions of the City Central - had quickly dissappeared. Left the exam fifteen minutes early and walked a lengthy walk from the Ultimo Tafe side of the City to the Cinemas at George Street. I passed a store with a pretty lamp; that shoe store on the corner that has Doc Martins in the window; the crossroad where I intuitively know to turn left into to get to Market City; the bottle shop where I once had to wait outside (because I was not of age at the time) while Ben, Ayl, and Kim bought alcohol to take to Sison's place on his birthday; the poster store which I frequent purely to look at the James Dean posters; and so on, and so forth, etcetera, etcetera. I thought while I walked along George Street - the inestimable number of times I've walked along here has amassed over the years. I've strolled this familiar street many times, each with a purpose. The winding down of the day was greeted with Leanne and, after much deliberation, some KFC. (I also remembered how that was the same KFC at which Lloyd and I had mulled over my impulsive decision to go to Wagga in early February.) Meal devoured, Leanne and I headed our separate ways (herself off to work) and back I went on the lulling train journey (this time: packed with citizens who, on this single train ride, shared the same token as me - we were all heading home). And back I walked on the same path I had trodden on in the morning (this time: in the darkness that is 6:30pm on a cold june)...
...And here, in the warmth of the bed, I lay at 2:45am. I'm trying to figure out what my subconscious intentions and motives are. What directs my conduct in the world? I should make a list of what I consciously know I want, and what I think I subconsciously want.
Moving back home tomorrow. House-sitting has been enjoyable.
One more exam pending (Art History), a few happenings over the weekend, exam, then some more happenings, and then i'm sure even more happenings, then off to Singapore (where there will be further happenings).
I have decided that the second half of the my year officially begins when I arrive back from Singapore.
*Taps on the glass plane that separates me from the external world* Hah, I wonder if anyone actually reads this. Though it doesn't really disappoint me if nobody does.
Point is, I could go for some pie right about now.