old life
Well, it has been a long time since I wrote anything remotely resembling a blog. Not that that blog world has missed me. I have missed my particular LJ friends though, yes Amber and Taleesha, that's you. I have actually been looking into websites who pay you to write blogs. Blogs about culture or literature or current events, etc. But im never sure how legitimate they are, even if they do advertise on Seek.com.au or GuardianJobs, does that really guarantee anything? The job search... what a pain. I want to extend my studies so that I may postpone the real world. All the job applications are scary, and ALL want experience in the particular field. How are we meant to get such experience if no one will give it to us, one asks?!
Nothing much has changed since I left Perth. I am still anti-social. I have a very close relationship with my computer (Gough), HDD Caddy (Whitlam), iPod (Mickey), DVD player (no name), and my dvd collection. I lie about my room drinking tea and frying my brain with endless audio-visual input. I have no love life to speak of, and no cats to cuddle as consolation. Compiled on top of my ordinarily rather depressing life is how much I miss home. And it is the weird little things I miss. Like not living with filthy flat mates, having a place where the kitchen is always clean. A quiet home where i can sleep at night without Mickey on. I miss what the weekend feels like, how it has such a distinct feeling at home - the weekdays are so different. Here, every day feels the same. I miss being able to cook using nice pots and pans, and a gas stove that isnt called a "hob". Yes, I miss the old life. But there it is, in my memory, never to be returned to except for holidays. Life has changed, grown, and I'm not sure I like it. Moving on from here? Well if this spells what life will be like in the future, I don't know if I want to keep moving forwards.
Nothing much has changed since I left Perth. I am still anti-social. I have a very close relationship with my computer (Gough), HDD Caddy (Whitlam), iPod (Mickey), DVD player (no name), and my dvd collection. I lie about my room drinking tea and frying my brain with endless audio-visual input. I have no love life to speak of, and no cats to cuddle as consolation. Compiled on top of my ordinarily rather depressing life is how much I miss home. And it is the weird little things I miss. Like not living with filthy flat mates, having a place where the kitchen is always clean. A quiet home where i can sleep at night without Mickey on. I miss what the weekend feels like, how it has such a distinct feeling at home - the weekdays are so different. Here, every day feels the same. I miss being able to cook using nice pots and pans, and a gas stove that isnt called a "hob". Yes, I miss the old life. But there it is, in my memory, never to be returned to except for holidays. Life has changed, grown, and I'm not sure I like it. Moving on from here? Well if this spells what life will be like in the future, I don't know if I want to keep moving forwards.