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Oh man. I just read the end of the Buttercup's Baby chapter again.
WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?
Why?
No, don't laugh! It’s too sad (it shouldn't BE
any act of y'know social disobedience to light a cigarette
unless of course you're a doctor working in an incubator).
Inigo and Fezzik have my eternal and unwavering love.
But moving along.
So I went into the city yesterday for the first time in over two weeks. Yay. Didn't suffer from the usual withdrawal though, which was nice. Really got into the whole camping thing this year. And it meant I wasn't throwing myself at people with gratitude for them being lovely and in Meeeeelbourne (something else that has my eternal and unwavering love). Which, y'know I have done on occasion.
It was great.
Of course it was great.
Better than great, but I've just woken up so lets not jog the vocab too hard.
Met Lucy. Which was kinda a big deal but not.
She was gorgeous (if you like the whole bright red hair, green green eyes, multiple piercing and tattoos with pale skin look. Which I do). Funny and had just got back from big overseas trip, East Asia/Scotland/England. She treks back to Adelaide tomorrow, I think.
It was good. My emotions behaved.
Catching these shimmers of highschool sweetheart two years is yet to erase.
And I hope never does, really. Because that's pretty special.
Lunch at Crossways. She went Smith St. We went to the office.
Dinner on the grass. They took turns consuming more than the recommended dosage of wasabi. It was pretty fucking funny ^_^
Oh! And I met the guy who wrote Pushkin.
He's a construction worker. It was awesome.
(Apparently Shane Jesse Christmas came second in that Age short story competition?)
Ryan gave me another issue of Going Down Swinging. And is finally reading The Screwtape Letters. Loving it just like I knewww he would. Love so strong both the back and the front cover have fallen off. It was only a matter of time really.
Oh! Aaand some guy that I’d sent a ‘yea, we got your submission, thanks’ email wrote back. His G20 poem had been published else where so he had to pull it. And he was lovely and polite and addressed the email to ME!
Something is official now. I dunno what, but it is.
I broke the purple stapler. And then the zine one. And then Ryan fixed it. And I broke it again. Then I decided not to staple things anymore. Ever.
Stayed for EdComm meeting. Enjoying that while I still can.
Gina brought jellybeans! Tom spent many a day after New Years in a dressing gown. And taught me how to pronounce the author of Madame Bovary (which I have promptly forgotten). Alex is more indescript than evil. Geoff lights up my life. He. is. hilarious. And his hair is so remarkably curly. I think Rowan said about three words the whole time.
Just read submissions. I think I'm gunna go in on Ryan's invite for Friday, cause I don't reckon I've done enough of ‘em.
Nothing outstanding. An unusual number of stories based in China.
All of which got it wrong! Bloody kids...hehe
It’s good to be able to discuss the stuff while you're reading it. Or trying to read, more to the point sometimes. Like when you're lying on the floor and Geoff crawls halfway under the desk, props himself up on his elbows by you and tries to act normal, sticking jelly beans in your ear. Single most distracting person ever. He's one of those people who can just look at you and make you giggle.
Caught the 8pm train (big thing for parentals) When we hugged goodbye he picked me up. It was so fun! (on account of he's so freaking tall). Ones of those complete body crush hugs.
Love 'em.
I hope sugary sweets become a regular feature.
WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?
Why?
No, don't laugh! It’s too sad (it shouldn't BE
any act of y'know social disobedience to light a cigarette
unless of course you're a doctor working in an incubator).
Inigo and Fezzik have my eternal and unwavering love.
But moving along.
So I went into the city yesterday for the first time in over two weeks. Yay. Didn't suffer from the usual withdrawal though, which was nice. Really got into the whole camping thing this year. And it meant I wasn't throwing myself at people with gratitude for them being lovely and in Meeeeelbourne (something else that has my eternal and unwavering love). Which, y'know I have done on occasion.
It was great.
Of course it was great.
Better than great, but I've just woken up so lets not jog the vocab too hard.
Met Lucy. Which was kinda a big deal but not.
She was gorgeous (if you like the whole bright red hair, green green eyes, multiple piercing and tattoos with pale skin look. Which I do). Funny and had just got back from big overseas trip, East Asia/Scotland/England. She treks back to Adelaide tomorrow, I think.
It was good. My emotions behaved.
Catching these shimmers of highschool sweetheart two years is yet to erase.
And I hope never does, really. Because that's pretty special.
Lunch at Crossways. She went Smith St. We went to the office.
Dinner on the grass. They took turns consuming more than the recommended dosage of wasabi. It was pretty fucking funny ^_^
Oh! And I met the guy who wrote Pushkin.
He's a construction worker. It was awesome.
(Apparently Shane Jesse Christmas came second in that Age short story competition?)
Ryan gave me another issue of Going Down Swinging. And is finally reading The Screwtape Letters. Loving it just like I knewww he would. Love so strong both the back and the front cover have fallen off. It was only a matter of time really.
Oh! Aaand some guy that I’d sent a ‘yea, we got your submission, thanks’ email wrote back. His G20 poem had been published else where so he had to pull it. And he was lovely and polite and addressed the email to ME!
Something is official now. I dunno what, but it is.
I broke the purple stapler. And then the zine one. And then Ryan fixed it. And I broke it again. Then I decided not to staple things anymore. Ever.
Stayed for EdComm meeting. Enjoying that while I still can.
Gina brought jellybeans! Tom spent many a day after New Years in a dressing gown. And taught me how to pronounce the author of Madame Bovary (which I have promptly forgotten). Alex is more indescript than evil. Geoff lights up my life. He. is. hilarious. And his hair is so remarkably curly. I think Rowan said about three words the whole time.
Just read submissions. I think I'm gunna go in on Ryan's invite for Friday, cause I don't reckon I've done enough of ‘em.
Nothing outstanding. An unusual number of stories based in China.
All of which got it wrong! Bloody kids...hehe
It’s good to be able to discuss the stuff while you're reading it. Or trying to read, more to the point sometimes. Like when you're lying on the floor and Geoff crawls halfway under the desk, props himself up on his elbows by you and tries to act normal, sticking jelly beans in your ear. Single most distracting person ever. He's one of those people who can just look at you and make you giggle.
Caught the 8pm train (big thing for parentals) When we hugged goodbye he picked me up. It was so fun! (on account of he's so freaking tall). Ones of those complete body crush hugs.
Love 'em.
I hope sugary sweets become a regular feature.