EXAMS
There are a lot of bones in the Human Body. There are a lot of muscles too, and they do a lot of different things. It's quite difficult to learn all of them and what they do... but it's what's taking up my time at the moment... It takes lots of coffee and green tea and patience from the lady of the house as I lose the ability to perform the more everyday things in life. Like cleaning. SSG not impressed.
Went for a run the last couple of mornings. Discovered a thin, winding creek and footpath near our house. It would be really beautiful if it weren't for all the rubbish in there. Bottles and chip packets and... just shit. People suck. No cigarettes for the last for or five weeks and savings for ticket overseas (at $70 a week, that's the equivalent of a pack-a-day) are up to $280.00. The weather is getting really cold but I'm sitting in my study every day in my knitted slippers from Grandma, desk lamp on, put of tea on the desk, books 'Anatomy for the Artist'; 'Biology and Physiology'; 'Trail guide to the human body' and endless piles of notes spread out all around. It's what dreams are made of! Reminds me of Mum in here studio for Landscape Architecture with the angled drawing board, trolley full of pastels and pens and erasers and watercolours etc. And the dry, native Australian grasses on the window ledge. Getting there. Not so arrogant to believe that I could have achieved all this by myself. At any stage I could have lost sight of how good the wholesome, motivated life feels. At so many stages I could have gone too far and become too lost to find my way back. Selling CDs at the second hand store to buy pills for the weekend. Smoking until I felt like I was a 60 year-old man, wheezing and coughing every morning. Photos of nights out, skin looking like a heroin addicts. Coming home from work everyday and smoking almost a pack of smokes and drinking at least a sick-pack of beer. Falling asleep at the wheel from fatigue heading home from work. Getting so drunk and losing control of my car at Mt Dandenong. But... I'm still here. Given more than I ever deserved and another chance again, especially after watching someone so selfless and inspired have the ground cut out from under them in the most unjust, illogical way... I'm coming home Mum. Back to that photo infront of the fire at Mt Dandenong. This time I'll realise how Fucking lucky I am (was).
Went for a run the last couple of mornings. Discovered a thin, winding creek and footpath near our house. It would be really beautiful if it weren't for all the rubbish in there. Bottles and chip packets and... just shit. People suck. No cigarettes for the last for or five weeks and savings for ticket overseas (at $70 a week, that's the equivalent of a pack-a-day) are up to $280.00. The weather is getting really cold but I'm sitting in my study every day in my knitted slippers from Grandma, desk lamp on, put of tea on the desk, books 'Anatomy for the Artist'; 'Biology and Physiology'; 'Trail guide to the human body' and endless piles of notes spread out all around. It's what dreams are made of! Reminds me of Mum in here studio for Landscape Architecture with the angled drawing board, trolley full of pastels and pens and erasers and watercolours etc. And the dry, native Australian grasses on the window ledge. Getting there. Not so arrogant to believe that I could have achieved all this by myself. At any stage I could have lost sight of how good the wholesome, motivated life feels. At so many stages I could have gone too far and become too lost to find my way back. Selling CDs at the second hand store to buy pills for the weekend. Smoking until I felt like I was a 60 year-old man, wheezing and coughing every morning. Photos of nights out, skin looking like a heroin addicts. Coming home from work everyday and smoking almost a pack of smokes and drinking at least a sick-pack of beer. Falling asleep at the wheel from fatigue heading home from work. Getting so drunk and losing control of my car at Mt Dandenong. But... I'm still here. Given more than I ever deserved and another chance again, especially after watching someone so selfless and inspired have the ground cut out from under them in the most unjust, illogical way... I'm coming home Mum. Back to that photo infront of the fire at Mt Dandenong. This time I'll realise how Fucking lucky I am (was).