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Today, quite out of the blue, I've decided to resurrect my online journal. I've been meaning to do it for a while. I sometimes feel like I want to document/share the things I do in my life. Have something to look back on.
I've also decided I should write primarly for myself, and because I want to. Not because I think I have to, or to cater for readers. (Usually the nicest journals to read are written by people who do this anyway.)
If this means I will mostly be writing about pointless rants or meaningless joys, so be it!
The adventures of Sunday the 28th of December;
I woke up craving sea air. So myself and my lovely bicycle (who I've decided to name Celeste) rode to Flinders Street station, got on the Sandringham train and got off at Brighton Beach. Brighton is filled with intimidating, big, ugly houses and far too many people, but I still enjoyed my ride to St Kilda, taking in the summery looking people and getting drunk on fresh air. I like the feeling of coming home at the end of a day; tired, salty and looking forward to food and a shower.
(a not great quality scan of a polaroid I took today. )
Ah, holidays. I am relaxing as much as possible before year 12- it's exciting to think that this time next year I'll have finished high school forever. And no, I don't know what I'm going to do with my life yet, but I'm not too worried. I know what sort of a life I want to live though.
x Alice
I've also decided I should write primarly for myself, and because I want to. Not because I think I have to, or to cater for readers. (Usually the nicest journals to read are written by people who do this anyway.)
If this means I will mostly be writing about pointless rants or meaningless joys, so be it!
The adventures of Sunday the 28th of December;
I woke up craving sea air. So myself and my lovely bicycle (who I've decided to name Celeste) rode to Flinders Street station, got on the Sandringham train and got off at Brighton Beach. Brighton is filled with intimidating, big, ugly houses and far too many people, but I still enjoyed my ride to St Kilda, taking in the summery looking people and getting drunk on fresh air. I like the feeling of coming home at the end of a day; tired, salty and looking forward to food and a shower.
(a not great quality scan of a polaroid I took today. )
Ah, holidays. I am relaxing as much as possible before year 12- it's exciting to think that this time next year I'll have finished high school forever. And no, I don't know what I'm going to do with my life yet, but I'm not too worried. I know what sort of a life I want to live though.
x Alice