I haven’t slept enough in the last few days. Been working on this blog (which has been reinstalled from scratch - again!), been packing suitcases and long-term storage, been tying up loose ends, been watching late-night SBS movies (thank fuck the cricket is finally over)……I should get a decent sleep tonight since I’m leaving for Baw Baw tomorrow. This’ll be a weekend filled with alcohol and freezing cold from snow and artificial warmth from alcohol. And since 8 hours sleep tonight seems unlikely, it’ll also be filled with ramblings and hallucinations and withdrawals from lack of laptop.
You know how difficult it is to pack for a year’s stay overseas? In a country where your size in clothes and shoes is near-impossible to find and exorbitantly expensive? I have 40kg over two suitcases to use, and I’m a good 10kg short, I think. Some stuff I’m shipping by sea mail - I won’t need summer clothes for ages - but I think I’m going to have to pay the $15 per extra kg of luggage when I check in.
13 days to go. I want it to be now.
You know how there’s occasionally a fireman who’ll start a fire so they can be the first one to report it, the one to put it out? I wonder if that ever happens with forensic scientists. There’s a large number of people studying to become one, since shows like CSI started getting popular. But there’s also fuck-all need for them in Australia. Do you think one of them will get bored from lack of work, and murder someone and make the crime scene ridiculously difficult from a forensic point of view? Only for the forensics guy himself to solve it, impress his colleagues, and lead the police to the perpetrator, who happens to be…..wait, let me rethink this.
The PSP was released today in Australia. I wonder if Joe managed to get through the day without buying one? I think at least one person will have it at Baw Baw and $20 says it’s him.
Amusingly, on the day the PSP was released, and all video games shops were packed with customers, Breedles went in and bought a DS. She was making a hell of a statement without really realising it.
All the animals are getting narky. Kicia insists on sleeping on me every night, no matter what position I sleep in. Eilix cannot be satisfied, but it’s been like that for a while with her. I wish she and Kicia would be friends. Hell, I wish her owner would act more like her friend.
Errol was very cranky today. I think he’s adapted to living in cold temperatures, and doesn’t like being put in a heated tank. He gets quite toasty quite quickly. I’m sure that the cats can tell that something’s going on, that I’m leaving soon. I wonder if Errol does too? Not likely. Extra boxes and things on my floor just means extra terrain for him to conquer.
I’m listening to the pillows obsessively again. Their chords and melodies are like real waves making my body feel warm, becoming a soundtrack to my life, making me feel all sorts of emotions, mainly euphoria. That worries me slightly, because euphoria can kill you, but I soon stop thinking about it. Maybe I should intersperse some Naruto OPs and EDs just to jerk my conscious back to reality.
Burn the past, burn the past. My sister found my Year 7 envelope yesterday. A time capsule from 1995. It’s quite lame, from a contents point of view. Stamps and stickers from teen magazines. Soap, for some reason. It also revealed my then-obsession with a certain boy band, but nobody had let me forget that in the last 10 years anyway. Burn the past, burn the past, my sister says. I’d disposed of my old diaries and birthday cards already, but not this. Why not? It’s so lame! Burn the past, burn the past.
That reminds me, I need to change the smoke alarm battery.
