Secrets...
If I had to describe myself, it would be as an aquarium. I don't know anyone more transparent than I am, and that's now beginning to annoy me... There doesn't seem to be anything that people don't know about me. Hehe. I suck!
But now there are a few secret in the bowl... the little fish are hiding under rocks, and they only come out when they think nobody is watching. And GRRRRRRR how it frustrates me!!! I hate having personal secrets! Other people's secrets are fine, they sink like a rock to the bottom and are covered over by the little rocks at the bottom of the bowl, but my own - well, they squirm and wiggle with excitement underneath the peaceful scene of happy fish above like little tadpoles and can just barely control their awe and excitement at the irridescent world of the aquarium.
Can't take it anymore - it's really screwing with my head already! Who can I tell? I'm squirming in my seat just writing this blog!
Anyhow... down to more mundane matters... like how was my day? Well, it was certainly less embarrassing than the last few days, and I finally feel like I'm starting to communicate a little more with the branch office bearers... I really needed a little time to think about my state... I guess this is as 'patriotic' as I get... and what a patriotism - it's an allegiance to people who are out of their homelands... I guess we are all searching for a home in Australia, or finding the basis of one in any case...
And I managed to get lost yet again, today... This really is becoming a bad habit... I think I've been lost atleast three times in just the past week. Yesterday, I first took the wrong bus home from uni, thus ended up at the wrong train station, and thus the wrong train line. I decided, however, that instead of going all the way into town and catching a tram back to my place, that I would get off at East Malvern, where I thought a tram that would take me home should pass through. Ok plan, but then I missed the East Malvern stop because my friend called from Spain, so I got off at the next stop and took the train back to E.M. My joy at ending up in East Malvern was short-lived, however, as I could not find the tram in question and ended up tromping through a muddy field twice in white pants looking for a relevant tram stop... When I finally got near where I should have been, I started walking in the wrong direction... grrr... It took me over two hours to get home yesterday, when it should have taken me only 45 minutes!
But, oh, well... today was interesting, too.... I initially got on the right tram to go home, but for some reason I thought I was on the wrong one and got off and got on one that WAS actually wrong... ended up somewhere in who knows where... but the good thing is that I found a really nice icecream store and got my flatmates girlfriend her birthday present from there... and I still made it on time to the surprise party... I guess my luck is turning now... atleast good things are coming out of being good at getting lost, huh?
My 'thing' appears to be quite occupied, and as usual, I miss the comfort of proximity... but I guess that's to be expected...
But now there are a few secret in the bowl... the little fish are hiding under rocks, and they only come out when they think nobody is watching. And GRRRRRRR how it frustrates me!!! I hate having personal secrets! Other people's secrets are fine, they sink like a rock to the bottom and are covered over by the little rocks at the bottom of the bowl, but my own - well, they squirm and wiggle with excitement underneath the peaceful scene of happy fish above like little tadpoles and can just barely control their awe and excitement at the irridescent world of the aquarium.
Can't take it anymore - it's really screwing with my head already! Who can I tell? I'm squirming in my seat just writing this blog!
Anyhow... down to more mundane matters... like how was my day? Well, it was certainly less embarrassing than the last few days, and I finally feel like I'm starting to communicate a little more with the branch office bearers... I really needed a little time to think about my state... I guess this is as 'patriotic' as I get... and what a patriotism - it's an allegiance to people who are out of their homelands... I guess we are all searching for a home in Australia, or finding the basis of one in any case...
And I managed to get lost yet again, today... This really is becoming a bad habit... I think I've been lost atleast three times in just the past week. Yesterday, I first took the wrong bus home from uni, thus ended up at the wrong train station, and thus the wrong train line. I decided, however, that instead of going all the way into town and catching a tram back to my place, that I would get off at East Malvern, where I thought a tram that would take me home should pass through. Ok plan, but then I missed the East Malvern stop because my friend called from Spain, so I got off at the next stop and took the train back to E.M. My joy at ending up in East Malvern was short-lived, however, as I could not find the tram in question and ended up tromping through a muddy field twice in white pants looking for a relevant tram stop... When I finally got near where I should have been, I started walking in the wrong direction... grrr... It took me over two hours to get home yesterday, when it should have taken me only 45 minutes!
But, oh, well... today was interesting, too.... I initially got on the right tram to go home, but for some reason I thought I was on the wrong one and got off and got on one that WAS actually wrong... ended up somewhere in who knows where... but the good thing is that I found a really nice icecream store and got my flatmates girlfriend her birthday present from there... and I still made it on time to the surprise party... I guess my luck is turning now... atleast good things are coming out of being good at getting lost, huh?
My 'thing' appears to be quite occupied, and as usual, I miss the comfort of proximity... but I guess that's to be expected...