Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
thoughts on a love tape (pinker tones)
"I don't want nobody baby, but you! There's something about your body that got me thinking bout nobody but you!"
Nothing like dance music on a grey muggy afternoon in Melbourne. Gets your otherwise lethargic juices finally pumping! Nothing like sitting at a computer trying not to dance to the dance music, while attempting to type with long nails (yes people, Sarah finally took the plunge!) - it just doesn't work as well.
Nothing like getting your ears pierced at the ripe age of twenty two. And a half. Nice mid-birthday present for myself.
Nothing like awkward situations which enourage instant intoxication. In back bars and across the globe. Why can't we all be friends?
Nothing like having a summer crew when all your regular friends have flown away overseas. I think these might become my regulars too. Nothing like a mashing of friends from all over the shop. Mmm.
"When the lights go down in your town. And the band begins to play. You can feel the energy coming. From the people lest they say...."
Nothing like laughing so hard about a situation that's actually not as funny as you thought.
Nothing like pining over misspent hours watching golf and singing about a corn dog and dipping my little toes into rockpools at dusk. Nothing like little toes. Do I have anything little?
Nothing like a crappy post like this one. Enjoy.
Nothing like dance music on a grey muggy afternoon in Melbourne. Gets your otherwise lethargic juices finally pumping! Nothing like sitting at a computer trying not to dance to the dance music, while attempting to type with long nails (yes people, Sarah finally took the plunge!) - it just doesn't work as well.
Nothing like getting your ears pierced at the ripe age of twenty two. And a half. Nice mid-birthday present for myself.
Nothing like awkward situations which enourage instant intoxication. In back bars and across the globe. Why can't we all be friends?
Nothing like having a summer crew when all your regular friends have flown away overseas. I think these might become my regulars too. Nothing like a mashing of friends from all over the shop. Mmm.
"When the lights go down in your town. And the band begins to play. You can feel the energy coming. From the people lest they say...."
Nothing like laughing so hard about a situation that's actually not as funny as you thought.
Nothing like pining over misspent hours watching golf and singing about a corn dog and dipping my little toes into rockpools at dusk. Nothing like little toes. Do I have anything little?
Nothing like a crappy post like this one. Enjoy.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
All I want for Christmas is a little bit of rain!
It's been a while. I've settled back into the mediocrity of Melbourne, and while I'm not here to complain about it (actually I've had a jolly good time) my heart still soars back to my days of adventure.
Oh, how sappy! Come on! I suppose I can keep blogging about life here in Melbourne, for the multitudes of foreigners that read this thing (the random americans/canadians/israelis - thanks for your support) and I do have a couple stories up my sleeve to entertain you. In a sec...
Culture Shock - they always warn you about it, they try and keep you safe from it, but it always seeps in through the everydayness of your home town and the familiarity of family and friends. What the hell is Culture Shock anyway?
Do I have it?
If I had it, am I over it?
Yet?
This time round, when coming back home to Melbourne, I prepared myself both emotionally and spiritually. Here I am, having one of the most exhilirating and adventurous years of my life all but over, a newfound awareness and confidence about me - having to hit the beige of familiarity and homeness, where nothing changes. Ever.
I felt like one of those Shnatties (Shnatti - an 18 yr old Australian Jew who spends a year in Israel with the Youth Movement of their choice after graduating from high school) - people asking me, "Is it hard to be back?" "Have you settled in yet?" "What was your favourite part?" (To which I have no answer, I loved every chapter of my year) - What do I say?
HECK YES! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE FOR VERY MUCH LONGER!!!!
But then I truly sound like a spoiled and overindulged Jewish princess. And perhaps indeed I am, but one doesn't have to tell the world about it. Anyway, enough with this rubbish.
It's hard to get back into routine - to be honest, what I miss about travelling is meeting new people everyday. Tht's what kept me going on the days I felt blue. I met someone interesting who could take my mind off travelling alone, and things weren't so bad anymore. But in Melbourne, I'm noticing that while most things haven't changed, there is a heck of a lot that has. I've been meeting and going out with new people every week. So I suppose in essence I really haven't stopped travelling. Oh, and the fact that I'm home alone for a month to housesit doesn't hurt either.
Love this independence.
Ps - Droughts stink! Sarah and Global Warming bring you SUMMER
Oh, how sappy! Come on! I suppose I can keep blogging about life here in Melbourne, for the multitudes of foreigners that read this thing (the random americans/canadians/israelis - thanks for your support) and I do have a couple stories up my sleeve to entertain you. In a sec...
Culture Shock - they always warn you about it, they try and keep you safe from it, but it always seeps in through the everydayness of your home town and the familiarity of family and friends. What the hell is Culture Shock anyway?
Do I have it?
If I had it, am I over it?
Yet?
This time round, when coming back home to Melbourne, I prepared myself both emotionally and spiritually. Here I am, having one of the most exhilirating and adventurous years of my life all but over, a newfound awareness and confidence about me - having to hit the beige of familiarity and homeness, where nothing changes. Ever.
I felt like one of those Shnatties (Shnatti - an 18 yr old Australian Jew who spends a year in Israel with the Youth Movement of their choice after graduating from high school) - people asking me, "Is it hard to be back?" "Have you settled in yet?" "What was your favourite part?" (To which I have no answer, I loved every chapter of my year) - What do I say?
HECK YES! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE FOR VERY MUCH LONGER!!!!
But then I truly sound like a spoiled and overindulged Jewish princess. And perhaps indeed I am, but one doesn't have to tell the world about it. Anyway, enough with this rubbish.
It's hard to get back into routine - to be honest, what I miss about travelling is meeting new people everyday. Tht's what kept me going on the days I felt blue. I met someone interesting who could take my mind off travelling alone, and things weren't so bad anymore. But in Melbourne, I'm noticing that while most things haven't changed, there is a heck of a lot that has. I've been meeting and going out with new people every week. So I suppose in essence I really haven't stopped travelling. Oh, and the fact that I'm home alone for a month to housesit doesn't hurt either.
Love this independence.
Ps - Droughts stink! Sarah and Global Warming bring you SUMMER
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