January 2009
i would probably be dead
if it wasn’t for vegemite toast.
perfect beach day;
except it’s 4:51pm and i just realised i haven’t eaten anything all day.
oops.
LUKE;
I MISS OUR EMAILS.
that is all. write to me!
OH MY
i do not know how to wear less clothing to school than i did today. it’s impossible. singlet and skirt is as heatwave/student friendly as possible, and yet today i almost died and tomorrow will be hotter. ARGH.
australiaday;
sleepin, drive with beth, beach swim, sol beers, fish&chips lunch, lupefiasco, tennis, jagerbombs, evening swim, amazing waves, raining in the ocean, thai for dinner, hat game, red wine, people i adore, lots of laughing, drive home in rain, difficult phonecall, on my knees, bursting with joy.
“The true reason [we read books] remains the inscrutable one - we get pleasure...”
– Virginia Woolf on her love of reading | Books | The Guardian (via buyhercandy) (via tarts)
oh nine!
evidently this is the year that i am going to make crazy changes.
so far i’ve made three. one is almost complete. two others are in the works.
scary? exciting? a whole new me? i don’t know. but i like it.
“I am against religion because it teaches us to be satisfied with not...”
– Richard Dawkins (via tmblg)
this is why i don’t like religion, but i love jesus - through him i understand the world.
dear boys;
the yes list:
- loving jesus - scruffy hair (haircuts suck) - loving (playing?) music - possession of height - tattoos - nice hands (holding mine) - lend me your jumper - cardigans and ties - reads books - can spell - nice handwriting
love rachel.
PLZ STOP WEATHER.
Forecast for Saturday A few showers developing later in the afternoon or evening. Chance afternoon thunderstorm. Light to moderate west to northwest winds.
Fire danger: Very High
City: Min: 24 Max: 35 Parramatta: Min: 23 Max: 39 Terrey Hills: Min: 22 Max: 36 Penrith: Min: 23 Max: 40 Liverpool: Min: 22 Max: 39 Richmond: Min: 22 Max: 38
&you;
;and we are here now, reeling from the slowshift of yesterdays, the spinning,singing,splitting,skittering spirals of organ pipes and twisting,resisting of memories, sinking like weights suspended by weak threads in the air. or perhaps we are not (and the familiar dampdarkness is only something from a half-asleep dream, not memory,not remembrance,not reminiscence), perhaps we are caught up, strung...
President Barack Obama signs order to close... →
after seeing/reading the “rendition monologues” last year, this makes my heart even happier.
ah... girl things;
i love that like 13 years later i’m still all “WHY am in a kinda bad mood AND i feel bloated AND i feel sick and exhausted? what’s wrong with me? omg am i dying??!?!?”
and then i realise.
oh.
