It's been a while. Yes, it has.

I've finally rediscovered my creative juices - now they're pumping through me like never before. And I'm so excited. My mind is racing a million miles a minute like I've just guzzled six cups of espresso and I can't sit still. I'm so excited.

I started school again on Monday - an event, or milestone (as my father would like to see it as) that I met with both anxiety and apathy. I suppose those too are mutually exclusive, but it was a strange feeling running through me when turning up to the first introduction lecture at nine thirty that Monday morning. Toured around the RMIT campus I felt that I was back at school again, class excursion to the library, to the cafe, to the bookstore, with an orientation guide that was too dificult to understand - for all reference points on our tour he just pointed us to the direction of "read the handout I gave you" and prayed that we did.

I made friends instead.
We were bored and all felt that we were back in primary school. Fun.

After the orientation and the mandatory (FREE) barbecue was over (the veggie burgers were very unappealing) I had three hours to spare before another class meeting - and it was hot. Very hot. And as much as I ADORE socialising/networking - not in the mood. It was Monday, and it was before 4 pm. You know what THAT means :D

Cheap flicks at the Nova cinema on Lygon Street. Yes! Airconditioned bliss.

Tuesday though made me happy. My first subject was Editing with a soft spoken woman who encapuslated warmth and I was a happy girl. Tough class though. We were given a grammar test and me, thinking hey this stuff should be easy, was stumped. Mmm, I have so much to learn. But I suppose I have time.

I could go on about my other class but I think I've lost the momentum. Alana is stressing out about what to wear to shule (synagogue) - it's gone from being a house of worship to a house of fashion - all about the shoes, darrrrrling.

Thank god I'm not into that anymore.

Thank god. Yes, I engaged in an argument with some Brit friends of mine about the fact I was atheist for about half an hour. Which, after ten minutes convincing myself and them that I no longer believed in any aspect of god I turned around and realised -

"I'm a liar. A complete liar."

What the hell was I thinking?

Anyway, back to why I'm just so excited and happy and grinning like a kid who just gobbled a massive choc fudge cafe - this morning made me glide down Swanston Street (actually, that's a lie too, I was strutting. Listening to Justin Timberlake I felt like sex on legs). I met this fabulous girl who finished her Bachelor of Creative Arts a couple years before me, back in the day when it used to be held at the Victorian College of the Arts (and no longer at Melbourne University) who was in the same year as Lally Katz and Claire Bowditch (infamous pearls of melbournians known for their theatre and music respectively) who, like myself, LOVED melbourne and loved telling the world all about it. She's also the co-editor of Is-Not magazine, a bunch of other publications and her boy is the art director of Monument magazine - how INCREDIBLE is that?

After reminiscing about Creative Arts and the new direction (or lack thereof) the course is taking, she asked if I wanted some work as an editor or editorial assisant or fiction writer or contributor to her fiefdom of melbourne magazines - to which, after confessing my lack of self-confidence, i readily agreed. (I know that that does NOT make any sense - but I'm completing wiritng this at 12.40 am after falling asleep on a friend's couch in the middle of a dinner party. I am the height of manners quite presently, and also half asleep)

So yes. Sarah's back. And she's loving it all.