I will never Twitter.

Time.
Time
and time again,
where oh where has time gone?
I need more time,
I need some time,
I don't have time.

Do you have the time?
To talk?

As I have less time at home,
I am trying to find things to do at work,
that will save time at home.
I am typing and reading a novel.
I have read 3 novels at work in the past 2 weeks.
At my desk, spread open by two heavy tape dispensers.

P and A talk Facebook.
P is a work friend,
A would never have a Facebook ever.
P: I need to get one.
Me: It annoys me, I don't know how to use it, people
who I haven't talked to since school try to add me,
I press ignore, if I haven't talked to them since school,
why should I now?
P: Oh, I wont add you then, the fear of rejection.
Me: No, let's do this the old fashioned way.

I heard somewhere that lecturers were teaching grammar,
from old children's books.
eg the one I grew up with:
Susan and John are going to a party.
Susan puts on her party dress.

It certainly helps to learn the basics.
Though honestly, do you Twitter?
I will never Twitter.
Do you use Twitter?
I will never use Twitter.
Is Twitter a verb, or an adjective?

They're thinking of teaching school children,
how to blog and Twitter, instead of history.

I struggle daily, with being alive,
why should anyone care about what I'm doing?

Are we raising a bunch of say-it-alls
instead of know-it alls?

hellojett is wondering why she's alive.

Lights out. Candles on. Sexxx-ehh!

Would you rather

M couldn't sleep,
so that means
neither could I...

"Would you rather be married to someone,
with 10 wives or be married to 10 brothers?"

"Would you rather be
a normal mermaid,
or a reverse mermaid?"

Kid you're a dreamer

I've fucked up another friendship.

:(

I want to write here again.

Sick

I have been sick for 21 days.

I have come to accept that I will never

know what it is like to wake up and not

feel like I'm dying.

And one day.

It will be true.

And I've planned my funeral.

Some little girls plan their wedding.

Meh, I'm more likely to die.

Enter... people...

Perfect Day – Lou Reed.
Parents, sisters, B and M say a small speech, something nice about me…
L will read my “eulogy (panégyrique) personnel”

in beat poet style in her American accent.
L will then sit down and my casket will be lowered.

Where do you go to (my lovely) – Peter Sarstedt. (rpt…)
Exit… people…

So this M moving here business is so hard.

I was telling B last night, that I didn't know whether to

book flights, book "a ticket" or "tickets" to Martha Wainwright...

It's not just about me anymore.

I wonder if

...like when you've broken up with someone,

and you're devistated and lose weight and can't concentrate etc...

whether, I'll be like that when my lover lives with me.

Like mourning the loss of my single-life?

Probably.

I'm weird like that.

I just found this post in my saved items.
I'm not sure who the L who will read my eulogy is.

Are you lonesome tonight?

I slept in today,
so I called in Sick.

My back has been killing me all day
and I'm about to take a billion pain killers
just so it can go the fuck away.
OUCH.

I think I'm a bit lonely,
bored,
but not bored?
Depressed?
Who knows.
I'm reading education and art history
and its interesting.
I'm also reading Betraying Hitler,
and a manifesto that has no title and no author.

Still though
company and distractions,
would be pretty awesome right now.

Other than Skype, I mean!

(Read: Physical).

Was it good?

Text from Nizhey.

"Hi. It's me. Nizhla."

- Hello. Are you super powered now?

"How did you know?"

-Because I felt you try to get inside my head..

ppst! Its me Nizhla, kill everyone in the room.

No! No! Leave me alone, help, get out!

I cast you out evil boy!

Hello? Hello?

Oh he's gone.

Was it good?

I think I've lost my

Just found this in my saved posts.

Looking forward to death.

My boyfriend makes teeth, clever hey?
Do you want him to work for you?

Poor Dollface, just when her world was looking like it was magical...
It broke.

She emailed me and said
"And I saw Vic today, and he is thinking of giving up vegetarianism, because 'the world is evil anyway'.
I feel like hope is being abandoned all around me." and "I don't know about this turning 28 business. I feel like it comes with expectations that I can't live up to."

I replied with
1. Vic is an idiot.
The world is evil because of humans,
not because of animals.
2. Getting older is fantastic,
we're
a) closer to death (yay),
b) wiser (yay).
Turning 28 expects nothing of you..
unless you're comparing yourself to other 28 year olds.


She replied with
"we're a) closer to death (yay),
I'm listening to Looking forward to death by Dead Kennedys."


We're going for a drive to the Grampians for our birthday.
I can't wait.




On Saturday night, we went to Joes Shoe Store on High Street in Northcote and got very drunk. Dollface met a boy from New York, we went back to his house to "look at art".

I guess he wasn't lying.

He made me a drink of Pimm's

and said "Its a very British drink, sorry I haven't got any cucumber slices."

I was content taking photos.

This is an old till.

Not sure what this is.

The open book near the table, is where I sat.

After some time I went to find Dollface, she was questioning/criticising the boy about drawing Nike shoes in his athlete charcoal picture. I was trying to find my cigarette lighter and pulled out a toy soldier that I stole, and said "Uh, I was going to steal this, I liked it. Don't worry, I wont steal anything."

I whispered to Dollface "What are you doing?"

She pointed at her to stay

and for me to go.

I left and stole the comic book.

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I posted it back today, because I felt guilty.

Such Great Heights

Went on a date to the Eureka Skydeck with J.
Very scary.
Took a while to get used to it.

J told me to sit next to him near the window,
but I sent a little kid there instead.
He was a bit confused.
"Why do I have to sit next to him?"
-Because I'm afraid.
"Why?"
-Don't ask questions, just sit there.

The boy said it was his fourth time there,
he loved it.

I might love it next time.

Then we had horrible Vietnamese,
which was possible a bit of Murphy's Law,
as we decided to go in because it was packed,
this many people? It must be good.
It wasn't.
Then we went to Hells Kitchen.
Then we went home.
Except my tram was 16 minutes away.

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Almost finished reading The Stuff of Thought
by Steven Pinker.

He's quite a funny for a Harvard Psych professor,
I like his stuff on metaphors,
which he included some metaphors that
apparently school students wrote such as
"From the attic came an unearthly howl.
The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality,
like when you're on vacation in another city
and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7pm instead of 7.30."

And this he wrote on being reminded (of metaphor),
"As I was thinking bout this kind of reminding,
I was even reminded of a reminding.
In college, a friend and I once sat through a painful
performance by a singer with laryngitis.
When she returned from intermission and began
the first song of the set, her voice was passably clear.
My friend whispered, 'When you put the cap back on a dried-out felt pen,
it writes again,
but not for long.'"

Or new word inventions for things
that don't have a word.
eg:
Sconser n. A person who looks around whilst talking
to you to see if there's anyone more interesting about.
and
Furbling v. Having to wander through a maze of ropes at an
airport or bank even when you're the only person in line.

Its a very good book.
When I went back to the optometrist to collect
my glasses, the girl said
"I got that book"
her colleague said
"Yeah she went straight out to the bookshop and got it."
She told me about The man who mistook his wife for a hat
by Oliver Sacks.
On the way home that day someone was reading it on the tram.

Email today to Dollface:
-What birthday gifties do you want?

"The ability to sleep through the night
the ability to digest a meal
no more stinging feeling in my stomach
no more lump in my back
no more hole in my chest

sorry, you caught me at a bad moment,
even though I've been good for 2 days.
I really don't even want a birthday.
Can I just celebrate yours?"

I replied with
-So that's 2 presents for me then.

Tomorrow I'm meeting J and his father
for lunch.
His Dad is going to work out my personality
from the enneagram thing.
J thinks I'm a 4 - The Romantic.
Who knows.
We have 2 hours to find out.

And I might disagree with the decision.

Exits are located, here, here and here.

Chocolate Cake Slice.

I apologise in advance for letting you in.

Its not worth your time.

Exits are marked with an X.

Crossing the Rubicon.

I met Dollface in town, outside the army disposal.
I walked straight passed her,
obviously well camouflaged.

I told her she was wearing ugly lipstick.

We caught the 57 to North Melbourne,
for what I thought was breakfast,
but it was 2pm.
This holiday-mode-thinking is quite something else.

She pulled the pink lipstick out of her bag,
threw it in the bin
and said "I trust your judgement."

Whilst we were at the cafe
she told me about some things
that her new lover had said,
about being afraid to commit,
to which I said "We think the same things!"
To which she said "Great, put my two favourite
people in a room together and watch the craziness unfold."

Ahh, I like being her favourite person.

Then we checked out Threadden,
as she wants to do a pattern making course;
then did a practice run to the Czech club
for the Vardos tomorrow night.

Then went to a cute shop,
where she bought me an early birthday present
two Blossom & Bill plates,
http://isak.co.uk/products.php?offset=3&cat_id=3
Blossom stirred the sauce and sugared the potatoes
whilst Bill laid the table.
The candlelight flickered
and outside the slowly falling snow kept on falling.
"I hope we will get snowed in" they both secretly thought.

I hope I get snowed in with beardy boy, too someday.

Then we walked to the State Library,
because we couldn't remember what the Microfische
machines were called
and being girly swots we just had to find out.

On the way we also needed to know what Rubicon meant,
so I looked it up on phone google.
answers.com gave:
“Crossing the Rubicon” is a general expression
for taking a dangerous, decisive, and irreversible step."
Its also a river in Italy.

Phone google is our newest toy,
at Loop the other night we needed to know
what film Zipadee doo da was from.
As we'd seen a tipping jar in a cafe with
Tipadee Doo Jar written on it.

I remembered what Microfische was on the way, so I won.

We visited the dome part of the library,
where I successfully scored a dome date with J,
as he said he went but couldn't find it.


Then toasted sandwiches at Hudsons,
then home.

Meanwhile, later that night...

Whilst attempting to make a cup of tea
and scrambled eggs,
I realised that I have no milk.
So I substituted wine for tea
and hard-boiled eggs for scrambled eggs.
Beaming with pride of my quick thinking,
I deduced that I'd probably
survive quite well in the woods.