Archive for November, 2010

Confession: I’ve been waiting for this day to come.
November 27, 2010

You will only be hurt a finite number of times during your life. You have an infinite number of ways to deal with it.’

I hate/ love that I am going away tomorrow.
It’s Queensland, my somewhat second home in that little unit we call ours.
But it’s also the first week of holidays, there is so much I want to do at home.
I suppose that can wait.

These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence:
the connections – sometimestenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent – that happened after I was gone.
And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.
The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life


I love my boyfriend.
November 24, 2010

We have been taking pictures and sending to each other.

I asked him to send me a dirty picture, but dress up.
It’s not what you think it is, or is it?
I am anticipating what I get back here.

Tonight has took my mind off studying, it has been good.
Dance exam tomorrow, freaking the shit out.
Sociology exam Friday, freaking the shit out.

So.. freaking the shit out over the next two days..


Love, sex.
November 22, 2010

I just thought about how much I am going to die in Queensland.
The heat will be so overwhelming.

I had the massive girl moment just a second ago.
I have been trying on dresses for my bestfriends birthday and I hate them all.
So I had a tantrum.
Quietly, to myself of course.
But then I was happy because I thought, ‘If that is the biggest worry in my life, life is good.’
So then I was happy again, but I still don’t know what to wear..

Yesterday was so much fun, you make me do things I shouldn’t.
It’s exhilarating.

November 21, 2010

First exam, do not even want to talk about.

Instead, happy pictures.


I wanted a bit of the old me back..
November 20, 2010

I knew I would come back. I am not telling people the link to my blog any more, so the people that remember me, are the people that will stick with me.
Although I couldn’t care less who reads my blogs anyway.

I love Bradley John Gale.
With all my heart.