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Hello, all. Am back. Seriously, Robson Green/Tony Hill is sofuckinghot. It's been a tumultuous few days. The lowest point: meeting up with the cousins and being told that the family is yet again gossiping/talking/expressing concern about me behind my back. This time with added lies about the Aunt and attempts to make trouble between myself and my landlady. Oh yes, my family is wonderful indeed. Just.fucking.peachy. I came home to discover my Internet access was cut off.
omifuckinggod, they are soinlove. him and angelica.
Highest point: two fabulous interviews yesterday. Not to mention a fabulous early birthday present from my godmother. Money. Meeting up with boojumlol last night with the next in the Mary Stewart Merlin series, yayay! Discovering Ashfield Library today had a book of poems by Billy Corgan who knew??? called blinking with fists, Six Moon Dance by Sheri S Tepper, I Sing Of The Body Electric by Ray Bradbury (my first but I gotta get The Illustrated Man), a novel set in New Orleans by David Hecht by the name of City of Masks, and ... The Straw Men, omg Lol, I'm so glad you mentioned the library!
As of last night, I decided to not do uni this year. This morning I got my Internet access back, picked up the University of Sydney letter, ready to call them to say so. And realised with that punch-hard gut feeling that I did Not want to do that. I have got to get these books.
Anyway, the family stuff's been sorted out. My landlady is perfectly happy with me. I have to deal with the fact that one of the two cousins I feel closest to is an emotionally draining drama queen with a tendency to slander, speculation and exaggeration. Am I going to be one of those forty-something women estranged from her family because of too much bad blood, alone and unconnected? No answer. The Aunt must have had a slight epiphany between last night and this morning because she went from warning me that doing uni along with a new job might be 'spreading myself a bit thin' to assuring me that she had no doubt I could do it.
I have to stop believing so many people. Oh god, for the unshakeable self-certainty of youth.
omg, he's touching her. ABC Kids programming today told me that I am meant to be with Tiny Dancerrr. Cos one program mentioned his first name four times, cuing squeals and babbles every time. And Simon on Playschool sang a song with the name of his business. See? Not touched in the head at all.
I spend this weekend with sheba_finesse which will be wonderful. And see Harry Connick Jr with the Sydney Symphony on Tuesday. And omg, the new BJM album comes out that day. Eeeep. omyfuckingGODD i so didn't pick THAT! jeeeeeesuzwept!
Hello, all. Am back. Seriously, Robson Green/Tony Hill is sofuckinghot. It's been a tumultuous few days. The lowest point: meeting up with the cousins and being told that the family is yet again gossiping/talking/expressing concern about me behind my back. This time with added lies about the Aunt and attempts to make trouble between myself and my landlady. Oh yes, my family is wonderful indeed. Just.fucking.peachy. I came home to discover my Internet access was cut off.
omifuckinggod, they are soinlove. him and angelica.
Highest point: two fabulous interviews yesterday. Not to mention a fabulous early birthday present from my godmother. Money. Meeting up with boojumlol last night with the next in the Mary Stewart Merlin series, yayay! Discovering Ashfield Library today had a book of poems by Billy Corgan who knew??? called blinking with fists, Six Moon Dance by Sheri S Tepper, I Sing Of The Body Electric by Ray Bradbury (my first but I gotta get The Illustrated Man), a novel set in New Orleans by David Hecht by the name of City of Masks, and ... The Straw Men, omg Lol, I'm so glad you mentioned the library!
As of last night, I decided to not do uni this year. This morning I got my Internet access back, picked up the University of Sydney letter, ready to call them to say so. And realised with that punch-hard gut feeling that I did Not want to do that. I have got to get these books.
Anyway, the family stuff's been sorted out. My landlady is perfectly happy with me. I have to deal with the fact that one of the two cousins I feel closest to is an emotionally draining drama queen with a tendency to slander, speculation and exaggeration. Am I going to be one of those forty-something women estranged from her family because of too much bad blood, alone and unconnected? No answer. The Aunt must have had a slight epiphany between last night and this morning because she went from warning me that doing uni along with a new job might be 'spreading myself a bit thin' to assuring me that she had no doubt I could do it.
I have to stop believing so many people. Oh god, for the unshakeable self-certainty of youth.
omg, he's touching her. ABC Kids programming today told me that I am meant to be with Tiny Dancerrr. Cos one program mentioned his first name four times, cuing squeals and babbles every time. And Simon on Playschool sang a song with the name of his business. See? Not touched in the head at all.
I spend this weekend with sheba_finesse which will be wonderful. And see Harry Connick Jr with the Sydney Symphony on Tuesday. And omg, the new BJM album comes out that day. Eeeep. omyfuckingGODD i so didn't pick THAT! jeeeeeesuzwept!