Day 6

I really should get around to posting my actual license to Vicroads.

I'm posting it to Kew, one suburb over.

Such a waste of a stamp.

It has to be in by the 2nd though, or i get fined. Uncool.

So.. i really should get onto it.

OKAY!

Next.

I was thinking about feeling things today, fairly non-conclusively. Inconclusively?

By feeling things I don't mean physically, with nerve endings and the like.

I mean... "it's just emoooootion, taking me over, something-something circles, something-something floooooodddd..."

Yeah! Emotions and general feelings. And maybe some physical feelings. Like hunger.

At what age do we start to register things?

You ask a three year old if he's hungry and they say yes until the food is there. Then they aren't.

I remember feeling awful after I lost a ring at school. It was one my grandma had given me and it was just awful.

I would have been in and around Grade 3, which is what.. eight years old? Hmm.

I'm sure there are studies done and I could probably find answers on the internet - but that's no fun.

This is so boring.

I'm so sorry.

If you're reading this and haven't started checking your watch, please feel free to start.

I'm sure there's something else you could be doing.

You could be out, feeling things.

(Double entendre?! HA. I made a funny.)

Aaaaaand moving on.

Seeing mum this morning was soooo good. She came back in the arvo as well and we had lunch. Gosh, i miss her. It's weird how things change. We used to have a very testy relationship, lots of fighting and yelling and silent treatment. But now - it's so cliche - she's one of my best friends & the first person I want to call +sigh+

Definitely the one thing i miss the most about living away from home - my family.

What else can I write about?!

I go to work all day, I see lots of people... there should be something.

OH.

Okay so this is a little dangerous because (obviously) my customers are real people & there's a one in sixty chance they'll read this one day..... but that's the risk you take, eh?

So there's this one guy, who is pretty freaking cute, that Em & I see every day (I say Em & I because I can't just say he's cute then go on to ramble about him like it's all me.. other people think he's cute and share my opinion on my point that is yet to be made.... and plus it makes me seem less of a straying-girlfriend-type which for the record, i am NOT! phew) and i swear, in the last five weeks, he just hasn't shaved. Or cut his hair. He was scruffy cute, but now it's getting to 'homeless man in good clothing' point and it's slightly worrying.

I got a really nice accidental compliment from the strong flat white guy & the skinny flat white lady today :)

They were at the counter & the guy goes "You know, I've had consistently good coffee from here for the last three months" and the lady points to me and says "Yeah, it's this girl" (I don't know if i was meant to hear this, but the guy has a really loud voice anyway & the cafe wasn't exactly full of people) but yes. His reply was, "yes, she's very good" and then i was happy :) It's nice to know i make palatable coffee.

There's this other guy named Guido - i only found out his name recently because he changed his coffee from a latte to a long black but there was already a long black guy and so i was sick of confusing them in my head - and he's really nice. He was getting excited over this one lyric the other day.. I looked it up and all the lyrics to the song are beautiful. I'll post them at the end.

I could probably keep going but i'm starting to bore myself and it's past my bedtime. I'm trying so hard to say no to things and stay home but it's sucking massively. Sad face.

The end.

song of the week - In For The Kill, La Roux (five stars!!!!!!)

wardrobe item of the week - leather jacket. c'mon, who am i kidding. this is never going to end. it's true love.

work non-swear-word(s) of the week - oh MAN!

Empty, Ray LaMontagne

She lifts her skirt up to her knees

Walks through garden of roses with her bare feet laughing

I never learned to count my blessings

I choose instead to dwell in my disaster

I walk on the down the hill

Through grass grown tall and brown

And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain

On past the busted bags and this old and rusted Cadillac

There sinks into the field collecting rain

Will I always feel this way?

So empty so strange

And of these cut through busted sunsets

These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary

And through my cracked and dusty country lips

I spoke these words out loud with no one to hear me

Lay your blouse across the chair

Let fall the flowers from your hair

And kiss me with that country mouth so plain

Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves

To me its sounds like they're

Applauding us the sweet love we made

Will I always fell this way?

So empty so strange