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Ok, as much as I adore notepad, I think that its time that I start using word to type up these sorts of things. My computer gets a little temperamental sometimes. Like when I am watching a movie, trying to make a web cam work again after I unplugged it, then plugged it back in, and typing up stuff. Then I dropped the web cam, closed a program and I got the blue screen of death - the sort you don’t recover from by pressing the ‘any’ key. But, I think it was my fault so I won’t get mad.
I can hear a kitten. I think she may be in my washing basket. Actually, I think both of them are. I think they may have begun a new game today, with the rules being: knock over EVERY belonging of Hers, and try eating it. If that is not possible, play with it until it gets into the middle of the room. Then find something new and repeat. And I think they have both just gone up the back of my dresser! These kittens are crazy. But they are so cute! Stella will be sad when Pedro has to go back to Frankie. But Frankie is still two weeks walk away, so no point in thinking about that yet. We will just have to deal with the escapee kitten behaviour and the attacking of anything that moves from two little kitties. Oh, no, how terrible. Can you hear how sad I am about that? God, I love cats. What makes me laugh is that Pedro is Vinces’ baby; Vince being Brenos’ girl-cat that lived in Unit 4 with me at the end of first year. And Pedro is a girl too.
Well, this has been an interesting summer. I have been so all over the place, and I mean that in a locational sense as well as an emotional sense. But thinking about it that’s really just been this past year. My god it was fucked. I was just looking at photos of 2005, and some of them made me feel so sad. Some the happy sort of sad, but most the sad sort of sad.
Did you know that I have now moved 6 times in two years? Into units, back home, into Friswell, into units, into Echuca St and into Miller St. I may have mentioned it, because that is a lot of times to move ALL of your stuff in two years. Smythy has me beat, she has moved 8 times in the 2 years I’ve known her, but ignoring that, 6 is a lot. But now I have a house. And you just cannot know how amazing it feels to know that we will not have to move anything for at least 12 months. It’s so awesome. And I can have things everywhere in the house, I can have a whole range of things in the kitchen because now I have the space to put them all (now, all I have to do is get enough money to buy whole ranges of things) and I get a double bed (when you have a partner, this becomes a necessity - too bad I don’t have proper sheets, enough pillows, the right sized doona, a base for the bed….) And I have a nice desk and a HUGE room, a choice of who I get to live with, and we can have kittens in the house! Is it not just perfect?!
I have a feeling that this year is going to be an interesting year. But a very good sort of interesting. The three of us living together will be something to document, I think. I mean, in the second week of us living together Ryan got locked up again (drunk and disorderly), Eliza got herself hospitalised (alcohol poisoning) and I took my first eccy. In that order too. My god that was a silly week. There was lots and lots of randomness. Drank so much the weekend Haydn had his 21st, which in itself was an awesomely good night. Smythy and I watched season 7 Buffy Thursday-Friday in between drinking sessions, which we have been waiting to do since before she moved back home! Watched one of the most amazing storms roll past while drinking in the blacked-out National Hotel on Friday, where it flash-flooded, and the bartenders were out on the footpath sweeping the water in the direction of the drains in an attempt to stop the pub from flooding. Some of the photos we got show how deep the water got in 20 minutes. The boys outside were standing in water that was past ankle depth! The channels through Bendigo were overflowing. It was amazing. Then all these people from first year were at Haydns to talk to and catch up with! Cam, Zac, Smythy, Sloth, Jen, Annie, Wookie, Terry, Renn, Simo, Breno… It was so much fun. Robbie and I got rather drunk (as most people did) and watched the lightening storms pass over either side of Broadford. One of the best weekends I have had in a while.
Am trying to decide which I would rather do next weekend. Go to the Southern 80 in Echuca with the boy, and spend time with Hil and Hayley as well, or go to midsumma with Ryan, Liza, Nicole, Jim and whoever else is going. Seeing as I have no money, and midsumma will be a VERY expensive day/night going with that group of people, am currently leaning towards Southern 80. Even though I have no interest in the race itself, I know I really should go to Echuca to visit. Robbies’ mum will be pleased. She so wanted me (and Liza. But me really) to stay yesterday when I drove up there - the silly boy missed his bus - so I think I should at some stage go and visit. And it seems like a good weekend to do it really. Plus its always good to change up the places you get drunk.
I am so confused. I don’t think that I want to go to Uni this semester, but maybe I could. Maybe I could take the second semester off if I still need too. I mean I have had a complete break from uni for almost three, if not four months. But I will tell you what. I am not bored with this life. I actually have things that take up my time, and I am just not bored of my lifestyle at the moment. I really would like uni to go back so people are around. And I think that it is half of my complacency, because when uni goes back, people will have less time to fuck around like we have been doing. Well, in some ways at least anyway. So I either need a job, or I need to go back to uni. But I knew that, and I really did mean to get around to getting some sort of job over the holidays, but I liked my holiday from life. Actually, it was less of a holiday from life than it was just life at its most basic. I’m just existing, not really living. But its what I needed to do, so that is I suppose why I haven’t got bored of it yet.
We should be getting the internet sometime soon, I hope. I can’t wait until I can get online from my lovely shiny computer again. It needs a fine tuning that only the internet can give. I need the internet - and it may sound like I am a net-junkie, but I have been separated from the internet-on-my-own-computer for two years now! And I am a computing student. And a graduate of snobby computer school. I NEED THE INTERNET. Have been cut off totally for a week or so now, mostly because I can’t be fucked going all the way to uni just to go on the net, but also because they have been updating the network and the labs so no access at all. Granted that means I am the laziest person ever because not only do I have a car with a slight amount of petrol in it, but the uni is only a k and a half away from my house.
Did you know that it became apparent that if Robbie does not come back to Bendigo until Friday this will be the longest time we have spent apart since either his grandmother got sick in the middle of 2nd semester, or if not then, during the mid-semester break when I went to Queensland. And I’m not sick of him yet. Amazing. I can’t wait until he moves back into the units. Because then he can be close by, but he doesn’t have to be right here in my house all that time. And as much as I love him, it is strange having two people living in my room, rather than just me. And he’ll be able to keep all of his junk somewhere other than my floor! But I am going to happily look after his computer for a little bit. There are things that I would like to get off that computer. Mostly photos, but I think his brother has been getting some interesting programs and stuff that I would like to look at.
I can hear a kitten. I think she may be in my washing basket. Actually, I think both of them are. I think they may have begun a new game today, with the rules being: knock over EVERY belonging of Hers, and try eating it. If that is not possible, play with it until it gets into the middle of the room. Then find something new and repeat. And I think they have both just gone up the back of my dresser! These kittens are crazy. But they are so cute! Stella will be sad when Pedro has to go back to Frankie. But Frankie is still two weeks walk away, so no point in thinking about that yet. We will just have to deal with the escapee kitten behaviour and the attacking of anything that moves from two little kitties. Oh, no, how terrible. Can you hear how sad I am about that? God, I love cats. What makes me laugh is that Pedro is Vinces’ baby; Vince being Brenos’ girl-cat that lived in Unit 4 with me at the end of first year. And Pedro is a girl too.
Well, this has been an interesting summer. I have been so all over the place, and I mean that in a locational sense as well as an emotional sense. But thinking about it that’s really just been this past year. My god it was fucked. I was just looking at photos of 2005, and some of them made me feel so sad. Some the happy sort of sad, but most the sad sort of sad.
Did you know that I have now moved 6 times in two years? Into units, back home, into Friswell, into units, into Echuca St and into Miller St. I may have mentioned it, because that is a lot of times to move ALL of your stuff in two years. Smythy has me beat, she has moved 8 times in the 2 years I’ve known her, but ignoring that, 6 is a lot. But now I have a house. And you just cannot know how amazing it feels to know that we will not have to move anything for at least 12 months. It’s so awesome. And I can have things everywhere in the house, I can have a whole range of things in the kitchen because now I have the space to put them all (now, all I have to do is get enough money to buy whole ranges of things) and I get a double bed (when you have a partner, this becomes a necessity - too bad I don’t have proper sheets, enough pillows, the right sized doona, a base for the bed….) And I have a nice desk and a HUGE room, a choice of who I get to live with, and we can have kittens in the house! Is it not just perfect?!
I have a feeling that this year is going to be an interesting year. But a very good sort of interesting. The three of us living together will be something to document, I think. I mean, in the second week of us living together Ryan got locked up again (drunk and disorderly), Eliza got herself hospitalised (alcohol poisoning) and I took my first eccy. In that order too. My god that was a silly week. There was lots and lots of randomness. Drank so much the weekend Haydn had his 21st, which in itself was an awesomely good night. Smythy and I watched season 7 Buffy Thursday-Friday in between drinking sessions, which we have been waiting to do since before she moved back home! Watched one of the most amazing storms roll past while drinking in the blacked-out National Hotel on Friday, where it flash-flooded, and the bartenders were out on the footpath sweeping the water in the direction of the drains in an attempt to stop the pub from flooding. Some of the photos we got show how deep the water got in 20 minutes. The boys outside were standing in water that was past ankle depth! The channels through Bendigo were overflowing. It was amazing. Then all these people from first year were at Haydns to talk to and catch up with! Cam, Zac, Smythy, Sloth, Jen, Annie, Wookie, Terry, Renn, Simo, Breno… It was so much fun. Robbie and I got rather drunk (as most people did) and watched the lightening storms pass over either side of Broadford. One of the best weekends I have had in a while.
Am trying to decide which I would rather do next weekend. Go to the Southern 80 in Echuca with the boy, and spend time with Hil and Hayley as well, or go to midsumma with Ryan, Liza, Nicole, Jim and whoever else is going. Seeing as I have no money, and midsumma will be a VERY expensive day/night going with that group of people, am currently leaning towards Southern 80. Even though I have no interest in the race itself, I know I really should go to Echuca to visit. Robbies’ mum will be pleased. She so wanted me (and Liza. But me really) to stay yesterday when I drove up there - the silly boy missed his bus - so I think I should at some stage go and visit. And it seems like a good weekend to do it really. Plus its always good to change up the places you get drunk.
I am so confused. I don’t think that I want to go to Uni this semester, but maybe I could. Maybe I could take the second semester off if I still need too. I mean I have had a complete break from uni for almost three, if not four months. But I will tell you what. I am not bored with this life. I actually have things that take up my time, and I am just not bored of my lifestyle at the moment. I really would like uni to go back so people are around. And I think that it is half of my complacency, because when uni goes back, people will have less time to fuck around like we have been doing. Well, in some ways at least anyway. So I either need a job, or I need to go back to uni. But I knew that, and I really did mean to get around to getting some sort of job over the holidays, but I liked my holiday from life. Actually, it was less of a holiday from life than it was just life at its most basic. I’m just existing, not really living. But its what I needed to do, so that is I suppose why I haven’t got bored of it yet.
We should be getting the internet sometime soon, I hope. I can’t wait until I can get online from my lovely shiny computer again. It needs a fine tuning that only the internet can give. I need the internet - and it may sound like I am a net-junkie, but I have been separated from the internet-on-my-own-computer for two years now! And I am a computing student. And a graduate of snobby computer school. I NEED THE INTERNET. Have been cut off totally for a week or so now, mostly because I can’t be fucked going all the way to uni just to go on the net, but also because they have been updating the network and the labs so no access at all. Granted that means I am the laziest person ever because not only do I have a car with a slight amount of petrol in it, but the uni is only a k and a half away from my house.
Did you know that it became apparent that if Robbie does not come back to Bendigo until Friday this will be the longest time we have spent apart since either his grandmother got sick in the middle of 2nd semester, or if not then, during the mid-semester break when I went to Queensland. And I’m not sick of him yet. Amazing. I can’t wait until he moves back into the units. Because then he can be close by, but he doesn’t have to be right here in my house all that time. And as much as I love him, it is strange having two people living in my room, rather than just me. And he’ll be able to keep all of his junk somewhere other than my floor! But I am going to happily look after his computer for a little bit. There are things that I would like to get off that computer. Mostly photos, but I think his brother has been getting some interesting programs and stuff that I would like to look at.