hello.

get up and dance to your favourite song with no shame!

MID-SEMESTER BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
booh yeah. Flying out to brisbane tomorrow on a 6.20am flight, meaning a 3am wakeup.
AND I had an actual psychology report to hand in! It truely is a miracle that I 1)managed to write the report itself and 2) catch the 9.14am train. Today has been a good day. There's a cool little art gallery called The Hardware Gallery along Enmore road-check it out next time you're in the city. Just catch a 423, 428, 426 bus and it's 263 Enmore road on the right hand side.
the night weather is beautiful. I walked home in the dark. I can't wait for summer nights!

DAY 2 SEMESTER 2

yeah. I can't believe it either. I'm blogging again. Anyway moving on from the obvious I'd just like to say I've finished reading Eldest, The Second Sun and The Light and the Fury. AND they were worth reading. EMP(electro magnetic pulse) is one scary feasible concept/reality. Uni started up again yesterday and with my four hours on the train plus a bit of this morning's trip I read A Wizard of Earthsea. A brilliant novel if I do say so myself. The battle between light and dark, a shadow which we all have and must face. Sparrowhawk and Vetch <3. The power of true names. and true friendship. A friendship I share with 3 special people- our own little sparrowhawk out braving a world far (but not too far) from our own.

[aside:I'm eating dry cereal kindly donated by Eru to help me survive the train trip yester-even]

Eru was eaten by pigeons today. She became a crazy bird lady AND i caught it on film (he he he).

A pleasant surprise trip to Borders with Indi (oh the advantages of finishing uni early)

Questions:

What is my shadow? Where is my shadow? Is it myself?

What is my true name? Is it the name we receive at birth our true name or one we adopt later on in life? Do some never find it? Are some given it from birth? Do we become a name or does a name become us? Does it actually matter? What is in a name?

Hamlet

I want to stop yet at the same time I don't. It feels like I'm talking to someone even though it's just myself and my macbook. But I am talking to others. Others who will read this later. Later when I don't feel like talking as much. Oh the Irony of it all.

cough splutter cough squeak

Am I trying to make up for a whole semester of not blogging in one night? I don't know. Maybe I just want to talk to somebody but as my voice is unreliable at the moment I talk to myself.

kaze to samui to ame

The wind it blows and this house creaks and the possums they play in the roof.

psychological conflict and indecisiveness to the max

You know what...Stuff soccer training. This is the end of my holidays and I'm going to have friends over. (please rain, wash away my guilt and cover my slackness. Please friends don't be sick or busy). Although tomorrow may bring a renewed wave of guilt and I may go to soccer training as it is my last opportunity, due to a 2-5pm thursday Print making class in semester two and dear Lozza needing to collect stuff off her lover boi. Ughh... I would either really appreciate a time turner or for the rain to come pouring down but stop over friday so we can play on saturday. I do love soccer but driving out newcastle way twice a week can become slightly inconvenient and frustrating when the majority of your team who actual live close to the field don't even bother/can't turn up. I grumble whilst at home but as soon as I get to soccer it's great and I don't ever regret turning up. Ok, so from this post it can be concluded that ess has not made up her mind and is hoping the weather decides for her.