The woman from the SMH said she’d read my story. Said it sounded very interesting
Yay.

Yesterday in class I found my new career as a journalist.

There is an insanely great piece called The Ninth Floor.

Narcissitic personality disorder. It’s too funny. Good one Brendan. Good one. You got that Turnbull where it hurts.

I think there was a time in my life when I decided I didn’t like the mainstream world a lot and somehow successfully managed to block it out. I never thought I would need to come back an reacquaint myself and went on about my business quite happily.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about communication, and well practicing it and finding I must reacquaint myself with this so called “mainstream” or whatever it may be. I think it’s kind of life learning a language. It’s much easier to learn it from a young age, grow up with it than to come at it from an older age.

Communication is so dense. Which I like. I think I thought it would be easy enough to stay in my bubble. But one must understand firstly how the world works. And that involves knowing a lot of stuff, and I suppose experiencing lots of stuff. That could take a whole lifetime.

I feel so boring these days. I spend so much time reading. But it’s maker me faster. And that brings me happiness.

I had been feeling sad. But I am CHEERED! C-H-E-E-R-E-D.
I got tank stream tour tickets. Ahh. I love tunnels.
Now I am running around trying to convince all the folk in my house it’s exciting but no one gets it. Silly billys.

and…I would say they were all filled more than once. What fret. What stress.

DET
DEEWR
AQTF
VETAB
COAG
VET
ACE
NQC
ANTA
NCVER
RTO
…

shoot me now

I think it might be impossible for the word communicative not to sound like a complete wank.
You know, it’s funny, because communication is so hearty and great, and I have learnt comes from the latin verb for community. And also to create and build. It’s so marvellous and then they just go and let it have stupid words like communicative associated with it. I just don’t get it.

The other day I was in the car, eating an apple, looking up the street directory and talking…all at the same time. Someone says to me.
“That suits you. An apple in your mouth and talking at the same time.”

: )

“And every year it gets a little bit harder to get back to that feeling of like when we were fifteen.”
- Josh Pyke

It’s exhausting being an adult sometimes.