Thursday, March 29, 2007


and this from post secrets:

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

a simple day

today on my break between classes, i decided not to go home. normally i walk back to suv for my breaks, but it was so nice out today that i decided to walk down to queen victoria park and just listen to music and have some me time.

i need to do that more often.

it was so nice to just sit by myself in the sun, listening to songs i like and ignoring the rest of the world. i wrote a bit; mostly i daydreamed. i just enjoyed.

maybe it's not about constantly feeling at peace; maybe it's enough to recognize the little moments when you have them, and to revel in them.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

vicarious living

i spoke to danielle today on skype. she's had a hard week and it was so good be able to talk to her voice to voice. i so wanted to be at home this week for her, to be able to support her and distract her and be there for her. it's kind of killing me that all these things are happening in the lives of people i love, and that i'm not there to help them through it or to celebrate with them.

don't get me wrong, i love it here. i don't feel rushed like i do in the city, there's always something new to explore, i get to walk to class in sunlight and on tree-lit paths. there's not cement and concrete everywhere i look. but i miss home. i miss what makes home home. in janesville it's driving my truck and grooving to music, not caring what the other drivers think; eating at the diner; cracking up with the girls at a movie or over stupid stories. at camp it's the whole experience, that indescribable something. at school it's megan and andrew and the city itself, the hit of my feet on the sidewalk in time to whatever song is on my ipod. the swaying of a subway car.

i talked to jonah today as well, which was nice, and krystle also. i haven't spoken to andrew for a few days. i miss him.

i keep hearing about all of these good or bad or funny or strange things happening in my friends' lives. it makes me realize just how far from home i am, and how much i love being there for the people in my life, whether i'm entertaining them, listening, giving advice, or just someone to spend time with. i miss being there.

i miss them being there, too.

lying in my bed, i hear the clock tick
and think of you
turning in circles
confusion is nothing new
flashback to warm nights
almost left behind
a suitcase of memories

if you're lost, you can look and you will find me
time after time
if you fall i will catch you, i'll be waiting
time after time

time after time - cyndi lauper

Monday, March 26, 2007

week end, week beginning

it's been a good weekend. the boys had cricket finals this week, so chris and i got up on saturday and went to watch them. they were fielding, which kind of sucked because it means that they're all on the field and we're just sitting there watching for 5 hours. but they played really well and got some good outs. and also gammo and liss were there for a bit, and trish, and chris and i went to maccas(mcdonalds) with macca. so it was good, we got to see everyone.

when i got home i went with bryce and harry to see scoop, the new woody allen movie. it was hilarious! i've never actually sat through a woody allen movie so i don't really know if this was like his other ones, but i was cracking up the whole time. i loved it. now i have to go rent his movies because it's possible that he'll become one of my favorites. i taught bryce and harry about popcorn and m&ms, and they both tried it and liked it. so i feel proud that i brought something new to australia.

yesterday chris and i went to about a million bookshops looking for copies of the shakespeare plays that i still need. we only found one of the three and ended up going to about 7 or 8 in all. frustrating. but we got gelato, which makes everything better. she and bryce came over to study, and harry popped in to see us on his study breaks. i like studying with people. most people that think you don't get as much done that way, but i find that when other people are working around me i feel more guilty about setting my books aside to surf the net or go mess around. gore texted me while we were studying and told me that the boys had won cricket. i was so proud!

today i've been doing laundry and just hanging out, getting ready for another week of school. things go so fast here, i can't believe it's already week 4 of classes. i'll be home before i know it.

Friday, March 23, 2007

what a way to end the week

i'm officially in love with my shakespeare tutorial. my t.a. is ok, but what really makes it for me is what happens in the tute:

we walk in and move the desks to the side so that we can sit in a circle. the student directors for that week get their actors and spend the next half hour running the scene in front of all of us, interrupting with direction or dramaturgy. the actors then run the scene completely and we get to see what changes the direction has brought to the scene and how we view it, how it makes us feel. afterwards the group discusses ideas that we had or things that were interesting, or the way the direction affects the scene for us as an audience.

i haven't acted or directed yet, but i am chomping at the bit.

it brought back my years at janesville, getting up to go to rehearsal at 7 am and being there all day on saturdays or sundays. it made me think of working with jason on the tempest, and now that i can see what it's like and how many different ideas for staging and gesture and tone of voice pop into your head, i have a totally new respect for what a good director he is. it's hard and exhilarating and fulfilling and thought-provoking... i could go on and on, my mind is racing with ideas.

it is the perfect way to end the week.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

anthropology of an american girl

andrew once asked me, 'why don't you write a book?' at the time i told him it was because i enjoy writing poetry and songs more, and that i wasn't really interested. but i've been thinking about the idea, toying with it, imagining what my story line would be. and today i realized something.

the reason i don't want to write a book is not that i don't think i can or that i prefer writing in other ways. the reason is that the book i would write has already been written.

when elise first gave me anthopology of an american girl, i was intrigued, but not enough to read it right away. i didn't get around to it until about 6 months later, and when i finally opened it i kicked myself for waiting so long.

this book, this story, this painting of language- this book tells the story of my life; the way i've lived it, what is to come, what will never happen. the language alone was enough to make me fall in love with it, but the fact that i related to her, cling to her so closely makes it my absolute favorite book. i've never been able to say i had one before.

so i wanted to share with you some pieces- things that have stood out to me when reading the book after a big upheaval or simply a beautiful, memory-provoking sentence. the part of me that struggles for words is here, in this book, printed on paper and written better than i ever could.

sometimes a year is lavish and profuse, riotous as a gale. sometimes it goes breath by breath by breath, in tiny tiny sighs. minutes can be critical, decades without meaning or contour...

nothing is an easy thing to feel but a difficult thing to express.

boys will be boys, that's what people say. no one ever mentions how girls have to be something other than themselves altogether.

it's strange to realize you have sustained yourself on a memory of a person that has become untrue.

she believed in me as a woman separate from herself. she took pride in our friendship, which mad me feel worthy. i loved her with gratitude, though she did not ever expect or request thankfulness.

it's hard at any age to come to terms with the difference between the label you give yourself and the one others give you.

sometimes it's easier to give people the answer they expect than to explain what you really think or feel.

there was a lesson in that, in remembering to seek meaning where you least expect it.

then i nodded for no reason, the way people do, when they pull their lips slightly into their mouths and set aside the magnitude of their own very exceptional feelings.

it's hard to say what happened in those moments except to say that we stepped out equally, we confessed equally, we were rendered equally weak, and as weakened equals we met, victoriously, at some median of daring and possibility.

it was odd that we'd never spoken, but we understood each other. sometimes you work hard to understand someone, sometimes you don't work hard at all.

it was nice that he looked for me there, no one had ever looked for me there.

i didn't know how to resolve the difference between wanting something you cannot have and having something you cannon want, and i resented that it was my time to learn it.

love as a word is weedy and imprecise unless you feel it, and then it is the only possible word.

i didn't answer. i just pressed my palms into my eyes. maybe if i pressed hard i could erase myself.

i wondered was i still me when i did not feel like me? was i still the girl my mother bore, the girl jack loved?

i hoped it was still june. i believed that it was. in june, all of summer remains.

i knew i was seeing not what he chose to show, but what he chose not to conceal, which was different.

sometimes your constitution is strong despite yourself.

women talk as a way of addressing the baffling sea at their feet. they talk to name, and in naming, make real. they talk to reclaim the selfhood they've lost.

nothing is more sacred than youth or more hopeful than turning yourself over to one person and saying, i have this time, it is not a long time, but it is my best time and my best gift, and i give it to you. when i revisit my youth, i revisit you.

if my relationship with her were any less difficult- if she did not challenge me, did not test me, if she accepted me too easily, at face value, then she would not be a friend, but an acquaintance. if i could not be fully honest with her, i would be no more than a partial self, a concealed self, and my unrevealed remainder- my fears, my aspirations- would rise up in new ways to subvert me.

it was nice, him knowing i needed a little more.


today was... tuesday. i don't really know how to describe it. you know how sometimes a day just feels like what day it is? like how mondays can just be absolutely horrid because you know you still have four days of work left, but that fridays are glorious because you have two days ahead of you to do whatever you want. today felt like a tuesday. which is good because it was.

i went to my mythology tutorial this morning, which i have to say is sub-stellar. it's good, but there's been a whole fiasco with the book shop and they don't have enough copies for us so only half the class has them, so there are no real discussions yet. a good thing that i discovered though is that my mythology class and my greek history class are overlapping nicely right now in terms of subject matter, so i can make quicker and better connections.

christiana and i went with harry and tom and ben to bryce's tonight to eat dinner and watch v for vendetta which i had forgotten that i was totally in love with. it's a strange film- so many parts of it seem familiar from other films or other plots but somehow it all combines to make something different. we also watched family guy and i got to laugh my ass off for about 2 hours straight, which made me very happy.

i got a long email from dani today and it pulled at my heart- i miss everyone so much and i feel guilty that my day just flies by here and i don't really remember that i miss people until someone says something that reminds me of home or i talk to someone, though that has a way of happening every day. i actually got reminded of home a lot today- i talked to brett and julian, elise for a little bit, got an email from mom... i love it here but i also know that i'm going to love coming home, too.

i wonder what kind of wednesday tomorrow will be.

Monday, March 19, 2007

winston hills

yesterday chris and i went to watch the boys play in the cricket semi-finals for their league. we watched them score double the runs they had yesterday in a third of the time, and then watched them field with almost no errors to win the game and go on to the finals. we had dinner(perhaps the most amazing burger ever except for the diner) with the team and the girlfriends at a pub in winston hills, and then came home and watched the dane cook dvd. he is ridiculously funny, he might be my new favorite comedian.

chris and i popped up to bed in the spare room at liam's since the buses had stopped running at 6 pm, and fell asleep. liam woke us up at 7:30 this morning to catch the bus back into the city. i had planned on going back to sleep since it's my day off, but no dice. bryce is going to come over and we're going to study since he hasn't done any of his work for this week and i'm trying to get ahead because i have a ton next week. thank god he's bringing coffee.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

life is wonderful

bondi beach

it takes a thought to make a word
it takes some words to make an action
it takes some work to make it work
it takes some good to make it hurt
it takes some bad for satisfaction

life is wonderful
life goes full circle
life is wonderful

it takes the night to make it dawn
it takes a day to make you yawn, brother
it takes some old to make you young
it takes some cold to know the sun
it takes the one to have the other

and it takes no time to fall in love
but it takes you years to know what love is
it takes some fears to make you trust
it takes some tears to make it rust
it takes the dust to have it polished

life is wonderful
life goes full circle
life is wonderful
‘life is wonderful’ – jason mraz

shakespeare and rugby league

yesterday was a good day. not only did i have art history, but i also had shakespeare and my shakespeare tutorial, which is going to be great. we take turns directing key scenes in the plays, and the girl i'm going to be directing with in a couple of weeks is really great. it's the perfect way to end the school week.

liam came into the city to take chris and i out to watch the opening games of the rugby league season. we went to marly bar, which is right up the road, and sat watching and talking. with about 20 minutes left in the game, harry joined us and hung out for a bit. he and chris got fries, and tried to eat them while liam and kept stealing some every few seconds.

harry went home early, and soon after i did, too. i wasn't feeling well so i went to bed. and that is that.

Thursday, March 15, 2007


met by a lake near the sun
you mouth and eyes, arms
and legs, melted as though
we'd known each other well
and needed only to rekindle
warmth of the familiar.
as if patience were rewarded
and now we'd share everything

stones - viggo mortensen

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

poems and people

i had a really great talk with brett on monday night. we talked about how things are going with he and bailey, how things are here, each other, ourselves. we over analyzed and second-guessed, cracked jokes and missed each other sorely.

brett and i figured out early on in our friendship that we're pretty much the same person. brett's intensity is a little more apparent than mine, but we think similarly, and are both extremely creative and introspective. we both shamelessly love country music. we both have accents. we've became much closer much quicker than most of my friendships. he's one of the most caring, thoughtful, and aware people that i know, and i'm hoping that'll rub off on me. i also just like him.

yesterday i was messing around during my break between classes and decided to read some of pablo neruda's poetry, since mary beth posts a lot of it and i've really like what i've read. i googled him and found a couple sites with his poems on them, and started reading.

i fell in love.

he has this way of writing that makes you know what he was feeling as he wrote it, that makes you find that part of yourself and love it. maybe i'm just weird and that's my inner romantic poet talking, but that's how i felt. some of his poetry describes exactly what i'm going through right now- not only having tons of new experiences, but actually getting to know myself again. it's been a long time since it was just me, and it's scary, but exhilarating. i'm discovering and relearning all sorts of things about myself- it was only a few years ago that i would sit utterly absorbed in a book of dylan thomas poems or reading walt whitman on the web. yet somehow i had forgotten that, forgotten that poetry brings me peace, takes me to this other place just like music and the ocean do.

once i had read all the neruda i could find, i added his books to my wishlist and immediately remembered that i loved viggo mortensen's poetry, as well. not only is he an accomplished actor, but he owns his own publishing house and puts out books of poetry, his amazing photographs, and albums of spoken word and music. his paintings are also incredible. i reread some of his poems and added a lot of his photos to my library and screensaver.

christiana, harry, and i went to bryce's for a barbie, and watched the departed. it is nothing short of amazing. i only had a kind of mild, curious interest about it, but from the first 30 seconds i was hooked: leaning forward from my seat on the couch, gasping, exclaiming, physically reacting to what happened on screen. rent it. you'll understand why this was the film that finally earned scorsese an oscar.

today was manning day. chris and i met liam there and hung out with him for a couple of hours, which i think will become a tradition. he doesn't have any of his friends in his courses, so it's good to be able to see him and for him to not feel totally alone on campus. i went to class after and then came home to do laundry.

our last housemate, michael, moved in. very nice, australian. i haven't really done more than exchange pleasantries with him, but i think he'll be fun to live with. apparently our apartment is the one of aussie guys and american girls.

i'm having thai with cyrus tonight. he's an interesting person, very hard to figure out. he's one of those people that you hesitate to call a friend because you know he's holding back. but maybe he'll finally open up a little bit since we're not 'out' like we usually are when i see him.

so it's been good. i'm reading poetry again. and i love that.

la selva (the jungle) by viggo mortensen

Sunday, March 11, 2007

it's nice to know

mike: anyways
mike: i miss u
me: i miss you too
mike: like this much
me: how much is this much?
mike: from here: { to here:}
me: awww
mike: BUT
mike: going in the opposite direction
mike: around the universe



tonight was liam's birthday party/get together/thing. it was great. we went to the lowenbrau which is this german bar in the rocks, sydney's historical district. everyone was there: gore, donny, tim gore, jeff, bec, gammo, scottish dave, sandra... liss wasn't there which made me sad, and neither was macca 'cause he's playing footy this weekend.

i had a great time just talking with everyone. i keep realizing how much i love this group of people- gore is just genuine and so funny; i felt a physical pain when he left tonight. donny is funny as well but very much the protector. he's like a mother lion defending her cubs, always making sure that everyone's ok and then cracking them up while he's at it. i realized tonight that i'm going to be so sad to leave all of these amazing people who have let me into their lives and been willing to become a part of mine.

i am very very tired because it's very very late. but i'm very very happy. despite the fact that my feet hurt imensely from my heels, i'm extremely glad that i get to spend the next 3 months here, with these people whom i have come to really care for.

every day has downs, but every day has ups, too. and this was a very good one.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

32 flavors

squint your eyes and look closer
i'm not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you're going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said

both my parents taught me about good will
and i have done well by their names
just the kindness i've lavished on strangers
is more than i can explain
still theres many who've turned out their porch lights
just so i would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
til i passed and left them alone

god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
god help you if you are a pheonix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying back

i'm not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and i would like to state for the record
i did everything that i could do
im not saying that im a saint
i just don't want to live that way
no, i will never be a saint
but i will always say

squint your eyes and look closer
i'm not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you might find you are starving
and eating all of the words you said
'32 flavors' - ani difranco


i bought the world's biggest textbook.

i added to my shakespeare collection.

i bought a webcam so i can see people on skype.

i walked what seems like a million miles.

i opted to stay in. i should have gone out.

i marveled at how quickly life can change.

i realized that ignorance really can be bliss.

i wished you would just ask me.

i don't know what to think.

i ain't no wide-eyed rebel
oh but i ain't no preacher's son
now i see the trouble
in all the loving that i've done

and the world
ain't no harder than it's ever been
looking for love in the lies
of a lonely friend

and so much superstition
and so much worry in my heart
i need a new religion
it's time to make a brand new start

and the world
ain't no easier than it's ever been
looking for love in the lies
of a lonely friend

'love in the lies' - amos lee

Thursday, March 8, 2007

myths, painters, columns and a bard

i've officially had all four of my classes. i think i'm in love.

my greek history class promises to be a lot of material and hard, but i'm excited about it. i think it's going to give me a really good background in general, since i never really studied any antiquities in high school.

it's also going to tie in wonderfully with my classical mythology class, which will be interesting not only from a historical standpoint, but a literary one as well. i did some things with mythology in high school but never studied it in depth. the most experience i've had with it is becoming oddly obsessed with the odyssey in seventh grade, reading selected passages from the iliad in high school, and watching troy, which truthfully i was there to see because brad pitt and orlando bloom are in it.

my art history class will be really enlightening, i think. my professor is very cute and able to laugh at herself, which i love. i'm really excited to learn how to analyze forms of art that i don't work with. i can talk about a photograph or piece of music with a fair amount of knowledge since i've been studying those mediums for years, but set me in front of a painting and i'm(for the most part) reduced to "oh, that's pretty." i can't wait to go back to the met or the moma and see the paintings not only for their beauty, but to be able to look at them with some knowledge of their(or the style's or artist's) history and technique.

shakespeare. i've had an affair with shakespeare since sixth grade, when i first saw baz luhrman's romeo + juliet. granted, my desire to see that movie arose from a titanic-sized crush on leonardo dicaprio(pun intended), but i truly forgot about him and became wrapped up in the story within the first five minutes. since then, i(alone among most of my high school classmates) have reveled in any opportunity to read shakespeare- romeo and juliet, macbeth, hamlet- not to mention seeing othello, julius ceasar, a midsummer night's dream, comedy of errors, a winter's tale and hamlet live. add to that playing ariel in the tempest(not in shakespearean english, but whatever, still awesome), and i've had a lot of exposure. and now i get even more, and to actually truly learn about what i'm reading instead of floundering through it on my own. i think i'm in heaven.

i can't remember being this excited for a long time. this semester... it's perfect, i think. i've started doing yoga again, my relationships are finally getting sorted out, i'm in this amazing country and i get to learn about things that i'm so interested in it hardly seems like work. i think that this is what life is supposed to be. doing what you love and having people you love and who love you in return in your life.

not everything is perfect and it never will be, but i'm learning to appreciate my life at the moment i'm living it, not just after the fact.

love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
helena, a midsummer night's dream - william shakespeare

art, liam, and greeks

i had my first art history class yesterday. i think it's going to be really good- my professor is very cute and able to laugh at herself, and seems very knowledgeable, so i'm excited.

after class christiana and i met liam at manning bar to treat him to a birthday drink and have lunch. it was good for the most part, we had a lot of fun laughing and talking, and somehow we got started talking about music and liam taught chris all about 60's music. she said later that she'd been really impressed. that's actually a conversation that liam and i have had before- that he's so smart but that people just don't recognize it because he's silly and says some outrageous things.

i went to my greek history class and it was good- we were talking about homeric poetry and i really enjoyed it. hopefully all of the lecturers are as interesting as the one i had yesterday.

i called christiana when i got out of class and she was at hoochie mama's. when i arrived liam was sitting next to her(i thought he'd gone home), so the three of us sat around a bit and talked. we then went to marly bar and liam taught us how to play the 'pokies' which are kind of like slot machines. i didn't bet anything but it was funny to watch the two of them fight over what and when to bet.

i came home with a massive headache and spent the night dozing and making new playlists. i heard my computer beep about about 11:30, and saw that elise was on skype. i called her and it was awesome, i've missed talking to her so much!! i told her all of my crazy stories about being here, and she told me about how things are in new york.

and then, i went to sleep.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

march 7

happy birthday, liam.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

see you soon

i spoke to andrew last night, on skype.

i downloaded the new version so that i could see his video camera, and when the window appeared and i could see his face as he was speaking, i almost cried. it is so good to hear and see someone from home.

we talked about how it is for each of us- shanghai and sydney, respectively-, about things we've been doing, and reminiscing a little bit. mostly i spent the whole time grinning to myself and glad that i didn't have a video camera so he couldn't see how stupidly happy i was. i can't explain how good it is to talk to someone from home when i'm so far away. and to see them... amazing.

jonah put it pretty well yesterday when we were talking, which was also lovely. he said, 'i forget how much i miss you until i talk to you.' and he's right. i'm so used to being away from home that i forget that no matter where i am- school, camp, janesville- there are always people missing, always people i love that aren't there. i've gotten so settled in here and made myself at home, and i don't really remember that i'm on the other side of the world until i talk to someone. i miss everyone so much, though, that i guess that's the only way to deal with it and not be unhappy all the time. and i love the experiences i'm having here and the people i've met, so i want to keep enjoying it. i'm trying pretty hard not to think about how much i miss everyone and to just have fun, and i'm doing alright. seeing andrew on skype last night made me incredibly homesick for the people in my life, so i went to bed half happy and excited because i saw him, and half sad and mopey because i can't see anyone else.

but today is a new day, and i'm feeling better. i still missed everyone severely, but i will until the day i leave. and then i'll miss the people from here. but i'm used to missing people- so i can do this.

in a bulletproof vest, with the windows all closed
i'll be doing my best
i'll see you soon

'see you soon' - coldplay

Sunday, March 4, 2007

raining on sunday

there's a huge thunderstorm tonight. and i love it. the lightning is flashing and the thunder rumbling, and i feel like i'm back at camp on one of those days when the unbearable humidity of the last three weeks finally breaks and oceans come pouring from the sky.

looking out my window i can see the water pounding on the pavement and the trees, running down the windows of the building opposite me. the sky is a crazy grey-purple-red-brown color, except when the lightning cracks and it turns to pale pale periwinkle. there are people running through the walkway with sweatshirts over their heads, flip-flops flapping on the wet cement. the wind is coming through my window and cooling my room, a huge relief from the hot, hot, muggy day that was today.

it makes me think of days in the city- walking to class in a downpour i didn't know was coming and so i end up soaked by the time i get to the silver center; coming home with my jeans absolutely soaking and draping them in the shower with everyone else's rain-wet clothes. or looking out the window of 32M and dreading walking to the subway with no umbrella.

the rain makes me miss different people for different reasons. i miss leigh because we'd always come back to the bunk during an afternoon thunderstorm at camp. some of my best memories are running through the rain with her, and then laying around talking while our wet clothes sat out to dry on the top bunks of our cabin. i miss megan because her glasses would always be speckled with rain when she got home from class, her hair always slicked to one side and her nose sniffly; and the night we walked to the corner cafe on bleecker street with one umbrella to share, only to realize most of the way there that it was closed already. i miss sam- somehow it seems like we were always driving through thunderstorms at home together, the lightning illuminating the cornfields and the rain splattering on the windshield as we drove home from wherever we were. i miss mom and elise because we would always read together on rainy days. i miss dad and sandy because rainy days are quiet in 12D, and i loved watching it fall past the windows, awed that i saw it before the people on the floors below me. i miss andrew and his broken umbrella, seeing him arrive in class with soaking jeans; walking home together from lab last year and all but abandoning the umbrella on a street corner. i miss how it seemed like every time it rained this fall he would show up at seventh street to wait it out.

the rain has eased, and so have the thunder and lightning, but there are still drops running down windows and their impact is still visible in the small flashes of lightning every few minutes. i hope it's still raining when i go to sleep- it's one of the best sounds in the world.

can't you see that it's just raining
ain't no need to go outside...
but baby, you hardly even notice
when i try to show you, this
song is meant to keep you
from doing what you're s'posed to
like waking up too early
maybe we could sleep in
make you banana pancakes
pretend like it's the weekend now

and we could pretend it all the time
can't you see that it's just raining
ain't no need to go outside

banana pancakes - jack johnson

march 3

happy birthday, dad.

lazy saturday

i slept in late today. it was lovely.

chris and i rocked up to hoochie mamas, a cafe that's about 100 feet from my building. i had french toast. it made me happy.

i came home and did laundry finally- all of my clothes smell lovely because i dried them on the terrace instead of in a machine. i sat around and read my book for a while, and then bryce stopped by and had dinner with christiana and i.

mardis gras was on tonight, apparently the biggest in the world. chris wanted to see it, but i didn't. i told her i'd go, though, so we took the bus to circular quay. it turned out that the parade was on oxford street, which is another bus ride away. we stopped by opera bar for a drink and had a really good conversation like we usually seem to do. donny texted me and told me to come out to where he was just across the bridge, so we hopped in a cab.

when we arrived i was surprised to see some people that i knew besides donny- his sister anna was there, the boys' friend bec, and also their friend scottish dave, whose birthday it was. there were two guys playing guitar and singing and they were absolutely amazing. that alone made coming out worth it. we actually met them as we were leaving and they asked if we were coming back next week.

we went to scottish dave's for a bit to hang out with everyone, and then bronnie dropped us home. it's been a whirl-windy couple of weeks, but i'm excited for classes to start and to get into a routine. i've gotta have my down time!

Saturday, March 3, 2007

sun, sand, and sea

christiana and i went to the beach yesterday with our friend rob, who's a med student at the uni. it was gorgeous. i don't know how i'm going to go back to a place where i can't just take a bus to the beach whenever i want. it might might torture. wait, scratch that. it will be.

i thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed lying on the beach and hearing with waves crash, feeling the sun beat down on my back and the breeze blowing off the water. there's just something about the beach. i don't know what it is, i just makes all of my thoughts and worries melt away until nothing is left but the absolute joy of being there. i guess that's what real relaxation is.

i got a long email from mom last night which was awesome. she said she'd been reading my blog(hi mom!), and told me all about what's been going on at home. it's weird- i never get homesick anymore because i'm so used to being away, but i miss everyone so much. i finally got my aim, skype, and messenger working, and i was so ecstatic when it worked that i messaged everyone that was on regardless of time difference. i've talked to a few people since, and i spoke to andrew a little bit ago, like, spoke, through skype, heard his voice, and it was soooooo nice to hear a familiar voice from home. i love it here, but it is so good to be able to talk to everyone from home again.

today's another gorgeous, but hot, day. and it's a very very good one.

Friday, March 2, 2007

lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

wednesday night i went with liam to his dad's house for dinner. we had pizza, which was actually really good, and just kind of hung out with brian(his dad) and attracta(his step-mom) for a while. we watched the manchester united soccer game(my favorite team.. yay christiano ronaldo!!) and it was sooo awesome to watch again. megan would make fun of me last semester because the only channel that had soccer was the spanish channel, so she could never understand what they were saying.

we ended up staying there because liam isn't allowed to drive if he's had any alcohol, and we had a couple of beers with dinner. so i went up to the guest room and he crashed on the couch. we woke up around 7:30 and came back to my place, and he slept while i got ready.

we headed to taronga zoo, and it was awesome! we saw everything, it was so great. the lions were spectacular, i could have stayed there all day watching them. eventually we left because we were both really tired, and he dropped me off at home. i discovered while putting my pictures on my computer though, that my camera is now completely busted. the display broke on the plane here, and it still took pictures, but halfway through the trip to the zoo it must have somehow stopped taking pictures. total bummer. now i have no idea what i'm going to do, i guess i have to go buy another one somewhere.

christiana and bryce came over, and harry and i hung out with them for a while and we all had dinner. then the four of us headed off with tom and another of their friends to manning bar, which is the student bar on campus. it was fun- we were all talking and laughing, and doing stupid moves on the dance floor. cyrus and topher showed up, and christiana and i both started laughing because we hadn't even told them we were going to be there. when i saw cyrus i turned to her and said 'i knew it was only a matter of time, he never misses a party'. we hung out with them for a bit, and danced, and then somehow i lost chris and she sent me a message saying she'd gone home. i headed home too, and hung out with bryce and harry for a bit before going to bed. first the zoo and then dancing- i can't keep up!