*Yawn* I'm pooped!
I can't believe it. It's only 11:35 and i'm already tired.
I got a lift up to katoomba this morning with mum, came home by train for lunch, and after a quick stop-over caught the train down to penrith, and by glenbrook i could hardly keep my eyes open. Without hundreds of schoolkids on the train it's quite peaceful, just the humming of the air conditioner and the mumbling of an old-aged couple a few seats behind me. I love the way old couples hardly ever stop talking and yet they hardly ever have a point. It's such a refined technique that i can't even give an example of what they were actually saying. Just two old voices talking softly to each other, continuously, and even though they both seem to be on the same wavelength, neither of them have a point/reason for talking.
On the way back from penrith the train was so crowded i decided to stand in the vestibule part, where there were already 2 prams, 3 babies, and 2 (ridiculously) young mothers. One of which was a girl from my primary school, and all i could think of was how terribly unprepared i would be for a baby. I couldn't sacrifice my youth, not now anyway. I've got so much that i want to do, and, as selfish as this sounds, i couldn't bear having to sacrifice it all for a baby. When i'm older/slightly more mature/ready to settle down it'd be a dream come true having a little (well, smaller) Spark running around the house, but at the "tender" age of 18, i couldn't think of anything worse.
"Breaker breaker Bart man to shut in the big guy's asleep please advise, over" hehehe.
Night'all
I got a lift up to katoomba this morning with mum, came home by train for lunch, and after a quick stop-over caught the train down to penrith, and by glenbrook i could hardly keep my eyes open. Without hundreds of schoolkids on the train it's quite peaceful, just the humming of the air conditioner and the mumbling of an old-aged couple a few seats behind me. I love the way old couples hardly ever stop talking and yet they hardly ever have a point. It's such a refined technique that i can't even give an example of what they were actually saying. Just two old voices talking softly to each other, continuously, and even though they both seem to be on the same wavelength, neither of them have a point/reason for talking.
On the way back from penrith the train was so crowded i decided to stand in the vestibule part, where there were already 2 prams, 3 babies, and 2 (ridiculously) young mothers. One of which was a girl from my primary school, and all i could think of was how terribly unprepared i would be for a baby. I couldn't sacrifice my youth, not now anyway. I've got so much that i want to do, and, as selfish as this sounds, i couldn't bear having to sacrifice it all for a baby. When i'm older/slightly more mature/ready to settle down it'd be a dream come true having a little (well, smaller) Spark running around the house, but at the "tender" age of 18, i couldn't think of anything worse.
"Breaker breaker Bart man to shut in the big guy's asleep please advise, over" hehehe.
Night'all