The perfectionist in me was well and truly bludgeoned by the end of it (R.I.P.).
But in death and endings there are also new beginnings.
A Clean Slate
Simon says that all our cells completely regenerate and replace themselves within seven years. "Every seven years we are new person," says Simon.
maybe
maybe every seven years we start again,
maybe just to do it all over again
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Simon is leaving for Shanghai in December. Says he might stay for one year or six years depending on how things go. I might not see him ever again depending on how things go. The thought of this makes me go quiet. He says it is meant to be, (his leaving for Shanghai) his best friend aparantly had a prophetic dream about it when they were in high school. Can't really argue with prophets and dreams.
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Leigh might be coming home soon
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I am back at uni, only just. It's week two, but I just went to my first class today and even then I was an hour late. Not really sure how this happens. Maybe it's facebook.
Sometimes I feel a bit out of touch with the kids at in my classes. Had to explain the term 'a bit of rough' to my Women Writing B tute today. Only one other student had heard the phrase before and she seemed to be somewhere in her forties. Maybe I am finally getting old.
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I'm planning a big birthday bash with Georgia at her warehouse. I'm turning 24 on the 22nd, Georgia is 21 on the 24th and we are celebrating on the 25 in the whalehouse. There will be bands and beautiful people. I might be dressed as bunny rabbit, depending on where the crotch sits. More details to come.
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Had a fantastic weekend. Red wine with Georgia at Kent St seemed to make everything better. Liam introduced me to ginger wine in Cooper's pale and I'm eternally grateful for it. We went to a pool party held by PR execs (Liam's cousins). Or rather, we went to a houseparty that had a pool and went for a swim. A crowd gathered to watch us get undressed, but we were told we weren't allowed to go nudie by the host and eventually people got bored with us. However, I believe it deserves to be mentioned that my underwear was well recieved. One young lad went so far as to warn me that if I rolled a spliff in the pool his "mind would explode". We left shortly after somebody offered me $50 to parade through the house naked. It got tiresome, men that easily pleased are unsatisfying and too many started singing along to Alanis Morissette. We moved onto another party that didn't have a pool or PR execs but hairier faces and a more extensive playlist. We stayed for as long as we could stand to be outside at night in the middle of winter with wet hair.
Borrowed a bed on the floor beside Liam's drumkit in the warehouse. Drifted in and out of sleep to the tune of my mobile beeping as Rob sent me messages, wondering where I was, if I got home safely, not knowing I was hidden in the dark just metres away...hmmm.
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I'm madly in love with all my friends. Every single one of them.
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