spektor spectre

I've quoted her before, but at times it seems necessary to remind ourselves that

Just because everything's changing,
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before.
The best you can do is to know who your friends are
as you head out for the war.

Pick a star on the dark horizon,
and follow the light -

You'll come back, when it's over.
No need to say goodbye.


But, also:

The search ends here
Where the night is totally clear
And your heart is fierce
So you finally know you can control where you go
You can steer.

Hold this feeling like a newborn
Of freedom surging through your veins
You have opened up a new door
So bring on the wind, fire and rain.


And, feel the

RUSH FOR A CHANGE OF ATMOSPHERE.

'cos we're

ON OUR WAY.



The intrepid foursome are going our seperate ways. I suppose four seasons in one day was always destined to be an ephemeral thing.

Man, I've made so many music quotes in this post!!!

Le gasp. Anyway, the new chapters of our lives are starting! We're turning the page, and while we've balanced on the precipitous trembling paper-edge for the last few months, we're finally cresting, now sliding, down the other side.

We've left chapter 18: The Crossroads. We've reached A New Beginning.

Life is certainly amazing.


In a semi-related topic; WHERE THE DANG IS THAT MAILMAN??

forty two degrees

Need I say more? I've worked all day, and it's 6:30pm, but I think I'm going to go to the beach.

4 eighteen year old girls; 3 drivers licences; 2 cars; 1 birthday

Sound wild?


* * *

My birthday, I woke to a present at my door - but don't get too excited. It was one my dog left for me. Heat hung over the morning and thickened like a shroud slowly lowered, while beneath it all I scrubbed and cleaned and peformed other menial, unremarkable chores not usually associated with one's 18th.

My room effectively tidied, my sister Sleeping Beauty roused and perched with me, bleary-eyed, on my bed as I opened my gifts from my parents and her. Amongst the polka-dotted paper lay on my lap for a long moment the book she had lost ten years ago, my favourite book, an exact replica, surmounting another - a Complete Idiot's Guide to Learning Italian. It was a touching experience.

From my parents, an '18' wineglass and collection of underclothes, which I sorely needed. No more dressing like an ill-begotten hobo for me!

Moments after, the girls, my wayward companions and confidantes - Ess, Tea and Jay, - arrived in Jay's family people-mover. Dragging with them two unicycles, two laptops, two pillows, and other large and lumpy things, they came up the deep honey coloured stairs and down the hall to my room. Here, after gift-opening and a bout of movie-watching, we departed for a round of op-shopping through Toukley!

We piled into the people-mover; Jay behind the wheel, me riding shot-gun, Tea and Ess etch-a-sketching in the back. We delved throught the treasure hoards and ventured like explorers through the book shelves and clothes-racks and countless obelisks of pre-loved paraphernalia of these nooks in the Toukley streets.

Finally, our tummies rumbling, our arms laden with swag, we headed home for lunch.

My room was a furnace; we sweleterd in its heat, sprawled upon the floor. We tried on costumes, feeling the need to shoot anything, everything, but were finally detered by the heat.

We drove off to my Grandfather's place to see his latest accquisition; a second-hand boat, which he had already inevitably begun to refurbish and polish. From here, we made our way in a snap-decision to my twice-removed old house in the country, for Ess had never seen it before.

The is a long and elaborate story surrounding the house, and I will not go into it. Needless to say, I looked on it from the road with much nostalgia.

Coming home, we ate dinner and savoured the birthday cake my sister had made for me; a cold banana cake with lemon cream-cheesie icing. We watched the first Star Wars movie; Episode 1, discussing and debating it all the while. {PN: OH ANAKIN, WHY??!} Then we talked into the night, and drifted off 'til morning.

It is still hot in my room and my eyes, though it is mid-morning, feel tired in the heat. For now I will end it as that, and detail our next-day travails when it is cooler, and I am more up to typing.


A bientot.


(IN OTHER NEWS: We recieved out University offers. I got into my course. :) )




The girls came around at about 9:30; Ess, Jay and Tea. We went op shopping, all around Toukley

bed

I got my wooden bed today. Never really thought it would happen. It's dark wood, with a hint of honey and red to it, the dark, rich red of a blood plum's flesh. It's a simple affair with vertical slats and square, flat knobs, with a tulip carved out of the centre slat on the bed head. At the moment it's propped up against the wall downstairs in the hall, all covered in dust, cob webs, and powderings of other loose garage-nook dirt.

I plan to set it up in the morning, for I am too tired now.

There is little else I feel like writing about. I suppose I'll leave it at that, for now.

I found out why Eve smells.

As Gwen Stefani once said,

"This sh** is bananas,

B-A-N-A-N-A-S..."

I never quite understood what she meant by that, until today.

Cleaning my car today I decided to check out the boot. I rarely have to clean in there, 'cos I never put anything in there. Or so I thought.

At first, I thought it was a rotting steak. It was black and slick as tar, and it stuck to its plastic wrapping as if sucking it in. It lay in a dark brown puddle between my earth mattresses and many, many tissue-packets, tiny rice-like maggots sprinkled around, tiny flies swirling lazily about as if they'd never seen the sun. I yelped - a disgusted, drawn out sound, both times confused (as to how a steak could have possibly got in my boot) and relieved (for I had found the source of the smell at last - indeed, a gust of it, grainy with flies, buffered me as I open the boot door).

To be honest, I was in a good mood, and when in a good mood I like to respond to surprising things in a melodramatic way. I ran upstairs and called Mum (as I was at another house) and ranted to her about it for a while, voice loud and half-hysterical, while inwardly I half-seriously toyed with possibility that someone had slipped something vile and weird ( a body part, perhaps) into my car.

I do not buy steak, so we were at a loss as to how the unappreciated thing had turned up in my boot.

Mum (I could feel her eyes rolling at me from across the phoneline) told me to just close the boot and bring it home so we could deal with it. Hanging up the phone, I was over the melodrama. I didn't feel like exaggerating anymore. I closed the boot, giving the ? a distrustful look, and drove home with all the windows down. Now I knew what the smell could be, I could no longer stand it.

Getting home me and mum classfied the disturbance as rotted bananas though I'd already had the epiphany during the drive home. The smell still lingers, but I feel much better now to know it'll soon be disippitating and contentment is only a few hundred vaccuums away.

But yes. I have photos, but I don't want to frighten you. All I'll say is that they were way, WAY beyond any kind of banana cake potential. You think that's black - you should of seen them!

Then, I had to go to work and be surrounded by the things. I don't think I'll be eating bananas for a long, long time.

small hours

le gasp!

I am in my room, wirelessly connected to the internet on my laptop. People who DON'T know how big a deal this is right now really shouldn't be reading this blog.

I also have a few scheduled hours at the fruitshop.

Huzzar!

I am also computer illiterate.

zomg!

I... I have a laptop.



(Take THAT creepy moustache-stroking man!)