New Moon Soundtrack: Why are you so good?

I smell like my uncle. And before you take that as weird and quite illegal, I'm just going to tell you that it's nothing like that. I just hugged my uncle, and now his aftershave feels like it's all over me. And surprisingly, I'm not upset about it. Actually, I'm really quite happy about it. It's a comforting and relaxing smell, because more than anything I know that I can always trust my uncle and know that he'll be there for me when ever I need him to be.

So I smell like my uncle and it's a warm and comforting smell.

It's been an interesting weekend here at home. Or just an interesting week in general. I handed in my final assessment for one of my subjects. So now that's out of the way and I don't have to worry about it anymore. Other than the grade that is. I didn't go to bed/sleep before One O'clock each night. It was both and exhausting and wonderful feeling. These late nights were due to the fact that I was just chilling with some new and wonderful friends up at Uni. I really did have a blast this week.

To top it all off, I came home on Thursday night to discover a large and very much anticipated parcel waiting for me. This parcel contained the three books that I had ordered of Amazon.com. And finally, finally they arrived. Inside this wonderful, and ill wrapped parcel contained three books by the artist Brom. That book, on the index there (titled The Child Thief), is one of them I received. The other two were The Plucker and The Devil's Rose. They are actually really beautifully written, and are in no way Children's books. Despite the fact that they seem like it (being all Illustrated stories and all) they are not and I repeat NOT children's books. They are actually quite scary and do include bad language and rather graphic violent scenes. And I love them.

They are, very much me books. And I encourage others to seek them out and read and fall in love.

I spoke to my travelling friend recently. And I am so happy for her it's ridiculous. She's off enjoying Ireland at the moment (I think) and I'm so jealous but also happy for her. I miss her like something fierce but I know that I can wait for her to return.

xx

I can see the stars here.

So, received a package the other day, from a friend that I hold very close to my heart, who pretty much holds my heart. I miss her more than words can describe, actually, I miss everyone. I miss running up to my pretty blond friend and insulting her before demanding hugs. I miss her because she's my 'feminine friend', and she means the world to me. We don't fight, because she just gets me. Which I admire above all things.

I miss my little alternative, scary friend, that just knows me more than she lets on. Who I can spend hours with and only sometimes feel the awkwardness.

I miss being happy. I'm struggling to find that happiness at the moment. It's hard because of Uni, because of work, and my constant dilemma concerning my father. It's hard to find some peace, I'm living for the holidays. I'm struggling to cope really. I'm just glad I've finally found someone I can trust on Res.

Thinking about tattoo designs and places, I know what I want, just don't know what font and how big. It's a pretty big decision. But I'm actually really excited.

I'm going to make it through this grossness, I know I am.

I wish I had a flying Ford.

I'm going a bit stir crazy here. I feel like my work load is not going to lessen up for quite awhile, which is what is killing me the most at the moment.

The sky is blue outside and more than anything I wish that I could just disappear into that blueness for just a little while. I want to not think, just lay there in that comforting blue and feel at peace. I'm sure it will be quite cold, or that special kind of chilly, where all you want to do is curl up in someone's arms. Without being able to lay in that blueness, I would instead like the ability to go for a drive into the sky. To feel the engine of the car humming as it pushes the heavy metal contraption on at ridiculous speeds. It would be nice.

For some reason, days like these remind me of Rome. Cold, but still clear. I miss those days. I miss being able to work around for hours, and then come home only to complain that my feet have that omg you're killing me feeling, and all I can't think of is that I don't want to move for another month. Oh, how I envy my pass-self, and I wish that I hadn't taken those days for granted.

Thinking about it, I guess the reason I want to go back to travelling is because it gives me an excuse to feel lonely every so often. Being here, at home, means that I really shouldn't have this feeling. But, unfortunately I do. How pathetic.

I'm hanging out for the holidays at the moment, when all this work load decides to bugger the hell off until the next semester starts and I start freaking out about that work load. Yes, a never ending cycle that wont end until the end of 2013. Fantastic.

I miss you my traveling friend. Come back to me safe okay?

xx

Moving on from the stone age is probably a VERY good idea

Without meaning to, I've managed to completely kill my internet. Thank you university provider for killing my one and (what sometimes seems like) only source of entertainment. And no, it's not entirely my fault. It's your fault stupid internet company, for giving me a shoddy deal. Unlimited download for $28 dollars, that slows down to 64k after 2GB of download. HOW DOES THAT WORK?! It's just plain rude if you ask me. And far too expensive. I am not impressed. But, I guess I'm just going to learn how to deal. Until I can get some more.

I attempted to study this morning, in the library, but found that I couldn't use the wireless. I blame the fact that this university has yet to realise that quite a few students are opting to buy MACS rather than PCs. Thank you University of Ballarat for living in the some what useless stone-age of technology.

So, without the aid of the internet (something I'm ashamed to admit I, and probably most of my generation have become quite reliant on) I had to resort to using the school computers to find the books that I needed for this assignment that I'm really quite struggling with. That, was fine. However, the information that I received from my tutor about the aspect that I was struggling on, was not quite so fine. It made no sense whats so ever. So, I borrowed the books she suggested, and I'm going to attempt to read and further understand them before I approach her and call her an absolute twit and tell her to reconsider teaching, harsh, and something I'll never do. Instead I'll calmly approach her and ask her to explain further. Internally calling her a twit. What? I'm allowed to be some what bitter if she's being deliberately obtuse.

It's raining here in Ballarat. And I'm currently not wearing the correct shoes to wander outside. I may have to invest in a pair of chucks. Both comfortable AND fashionable. Oh my!

I may have to think about investing in a brightly coloured set, just to help elevate my mood when ever the fancy strikes me to look down at my feet (which I've noticed seems to happen a lot).

I'm currently looking at some Mac skins for my laptop. So that I can protect it, and make it look pretty. There is this pretty one, that would probably scare my mother. Or, this one, which is really quite pretty. But, I'm not entirely sure just yet. I have to further investigate this.

I miss my travelling friend. I want her hugs, I think of her whenever I look above my bed. One of her postcards is pinned there, waiting patiently for more travelling companions to arrive. I'm glad she's happy though. That's all I've ever wanted for her.

xx