a ramble not worth reading (as per)
Well, I'm not going to Melbourne to live next year. I am going to Melbourne TO DIE! HURRAH! No. I'm not doing that either. I am, in fact, going for a nice visit shall we say... mid-january for a week? Yes, that sounds nice.
God, I am working so much this december. Which is good because work equals money. But it is also bad because work also equals lots of time and leaves me fgeeling tired afterwards and i still need to do 5 assignments for tafe. Whehooey.
On the brighter side, the has been an influx of boys in the world of lucy this past week.
And yet, the one I truly like will have none of me!
Ah dear things are so funny aren't they?
I met a guy on the train and we bonded over our ipods and love of apple computers and hatred of bill gates. I don't know if we've got much in common, but he asked me to call him sometime. Sadly, he didn't have his phone on him so he gave me his home number, which means I shall have to call him, not just the safer text message cop out. His name is Jeremy, which I love.
Also, there's this security guard at work and there's a vibe there. He was just a bit... obvious, in his interest, I find it a bit amusing really. He's called Rami and he's 23. Sigh, just like Merwan.
I saw this guy friday night who I'd met very drunkenly about a month ago or so. And I knew that something would probably happen if we saw eachother again. And it did.
But you see, this is not a bad thing, and what we did was very nice, but I think I am in love. And as there is nothing I can really do about that, as it seems to be a rather one-sided, 2-dimensional, solo sort of love. So its just a bit higgledy piggledy, meeting people, "keeping options open", as emily kindly assures me, but feeling, oh feeeeling so wrapped up in one person. The person you are not kissing but wish that you were. The person you want to be with anywhere no matter how scary/uncomfortable/happy/awkward/fun because you are with them. The person you want to share yourself with completely.
I woke up in a stranger's house. I mean, not a complete stranger, he was the boyfriend of a semi-friend of mine who let us all crash at his place. It is a very weird feeling for me, waking up in someone else's house for the first time. Especially when there are two couples in the two bedrooms down the hall and you are sleeping on a cluster of four pillows on the foldout sofa, (thankfully) alone. It was probably a good thing Kraig had had work the next morning so hadn't come back to Reece's. Although I had told him on the beach that I wouldn't have sex with him.
Anyway, boys, eh? I'm seeing Merwan at the industry showing tonight. I feel a bit sad about him really. Like I know I have to let him go tonight. But I'm clinging to the hope that these feelings might be reciprecated. But that's no way to live, is it?
God, I am working so much this december. Which is good because work equals money. But it is also bad because work also equals lots of time and leaves me fgeeling tired afterwards and i still need to do 5 assignments for tafe. Whehooey.
On the brighter side, the has been an influx of boys in the world of lucy this past week.
And yet, the one I truly like will have none of me!
Ah dear things are so funny aren't they?
I met a guy on the train and we bonded over our ipods and love of apple computers and hatred of bill gates. I don't know if we've got much in common, but he asked me to call him sometime. Sadly, he didn't have his phone on him so he gave me his home number, which means I shall have to call him, not just the safer text message cop out. His name is Jeremy, which I love.
Also, there's this security guard at work and there's a vibe there. He was just a bit... obvious, in his interest, I find it a bit amusing really. He's called Rami and he's 23. Sigh, just like Merwan.
I saw this guy friday night who I'd met very drunkenly about a month ago or so. And I knew that something would probably happen if we saw eachother again. And it did.
But you see, this is not a bad thing, and what we did was very nice, but I think I am in love. And as there is nothing I can really do about that, as it seems to be a rather one-sided, 2-dimensional, solo sort of love. So its just a bit higgledy piggledy, meeting people, "keeping options open", as emily kindly assures me, but feeling, oh feeeeling so wrapped up in one person. The person you are not kissing but wish that you were. The person you want to be with anywhere no matter how scary/uncomfortable/happy/awkward/fun because you are with them. The person you want to share yourself with completely.
I woke up in a stranger's house. I mean, not a complete stranger, he was the boyfriend of a semi-friend of mine who let us all crash at his place. It is a very weird feeling for me, waking up in someone else's house for the first time. Especially when there are two couples in the two bedrooms down the hall and you are sleeping on a cluster of four pillows on the foldout sofa, (thankfully) alone. It was probably a good thing Kraig had had work the next morning so hadn't come back to Reece's. Although I had told him on the beach that I wouldn't have sex with him.
Anyway, boys, eh? I'm seeing Merwan at the industry showing tonight. I feel a bit sad about him really. Like I know I have to let him go tonight. But I'm clinging to the hope that these feelings might be reciprecated. But that's no way to live, is it?