I figure it's about time for my once-yearly update, and subsequent pledge to update more often. I've also made all my old entries private, as most of them were just my 13 year old self bitching about my family and school dramas. After the age of 14, up to now, I updated once a year. My last entry was about getting my first job. I've been working there for 17 months..
Today was just kickarse in its simplicity. It's been a very long time (maybe a year?) since I've spent a day by myself. And it wasn't lonely, it was refreshing. I ENJOYED vacuuming my room. I climbed the tree in my front yard that I used to climb almost every day. I'm not sure when that stopped, but until now, I didn't fully realise how much I've missed 'being a kid'.
A lot's changed for me recently. I came out and made a bunch of new friends. I've been more independent, and more busy than ever before. Someone once told me that there are three things everybody wants at uni; Sleep, good marks and a wicked social life. The catch is, you can only ever have a maximum of two of these things at once. I've found that this year overwhelmingly sleep and uni has suffered for fun, but I wouldn't change anything. James told me that second year is the best year of uni, and considering how fucking brilliant this year has been so far, I've found that to be pretty true.
I went to uni to study last night, and consequently missed the election coverage for perhaps the first time ever. Election night was always a big family thing in our household. I take extreme pleasure in voting below the line in order to fully realise my participation in our democracy. However, no one else in my family can be fucked. This saddens me.
The Greens at our polling place were the coolest of all party representatives present, "Ah ha, look boys, this one's for us, with hair like that, you must be a greens voter!" Dead right boys, dead right. I found them to be more friendly and interested in talking about policy than the Christian Democratic Party woman. The concerned expression and unbridled flourishing with which she was brandishing how-to vote cards at my face, I imagine was not unlike that of a 15th Century priest waving a crucifix at a suspected vampire. Be afraid lady, voting for minor parties is the first step towards imbibing the blood of small children, and generally being a social nuisance.
Hearing the haunting melodies of greensleeves while vacuuming my room led me to the MR. Whippy van crawling up my street. Being served a sherbet cone (from a man that would have looked more at home on a harley than in a bubblegum-pink ice-cream truck) was perhaps the highlight of my day. He was large and fabulous and covered in tattoos. Later I painted my skateboard with my hands, then walked down to the shops the buy the turps I needed to clean my self up, and made an interesting discovery.