Today, Petro Georgiou is trying to make the government change its views on refugees, or at least it’s policy. I hope he succeeds.

Go Petro Go. If you can’t do it, I sure hope someone else can.

I finally paid my uni fees. Only a couple of months late. That means I almost so almost don’t owe anyone money…except for one little bit. And one other bit. Hmmm. Not long though.

I’m awfully glad I don’t have to learn English I mean, what’s with this:

I read a book.

I like to read.

Exactly the same word and spelling but different pronunciations. I mean…wouldn’t you just be saying what crazy person thought of that rule.

I’ve been so oddly merry all day today.

And yesterday. In fact I’ve had a great weekend!

I went to uni this morning and my teacher was sick and our Spanish teacher was different and it was really weird and it made my head muddle. I didn’t like it and I never want Elena to be away again.

I then had a good few spare hours because I had to hand something in at 2 but had no lecture. I got an email from Jo about Petro Georgiou’s proposed refugee bills. I thought, I’m going to write a letter. So I pottered down to the library for a book (unrelated to letter) and I went to a cafe, sat there and wrote a letter oh so merriously and then handed in my assignment.

I came home and typed it. And did some other things on my floor like with bits of paper and card and put writing on them.

Then as I weakened as the hours passed, Jo and I finished planning our liver cleansing diet meals and then eventually I went on my way to Parramatta for a Dosa meeting with David and Sam. It was very nice. I feel Dosaed and full. And sick on sweet Indian sweets.

Tomorrow I am going to do a lot of Spanish study. Si, mucho.

Although Croydon maybe the second worst train station next to Asquith, at least the staff are really nice and it makes up for it.

Such a nice weekend its been so far. And just what I’ve needed. Last night, well yesterday, after I finished my silly movie Jo picked me up from home and we went and met Ryan and Libby for coffee at Post Shop in Marrickville. Libby was the winner and got a whole bowl of spicy chai for $4. So ripper. Then we pottered about and got some vino tinto and a movie for the watchings. Jo departed our party. We picked up a custard bougatsa on our way back to Ryan’s flat and saved it for later. We cooked some dinner and drank wine and watched Bride and Predjudice always keeping our spirits high knowing we had custard bougatsa to come. Fun fun. Jo arrived back in time for bougatsa and we came home.

Ahhh so normal and lovely.

Jo and I both slept in this morning and after waking up Jo lay on my floor and we chatted for a good while before departing the warmth of bed. We walked up to the shops in our own little hot way and got some croissants. We ate them on our front lawn amongst the traffic after decided that the verandah was putting black on my pants. We faced the house so we didn’t have to look at the cars. We went to the Blue Mountains for the day, although bythe time we left it was about 1. But we live so close to the m4 it doesn’t matter. So nice. We went to a market and I couldn’t stop getting excited about the autumn trees and the crisp air. It brought me never ending joy. Then we went to Leura, pottered and ate some lunch at about 5. We headed on down to the Hydro Majestic having planned to watch the sunset but had missed that at the cafe. We got beer and sat by the fire. So nice. We sat there reading our books for about 3 hours and then pottered home.

Oh its been so lovely. I’ve really been seeking contentment in my life just as it is, and adventures like this help me feel that. Which is great news! The Blue Mountains puts me at such peace. So many nice autumn leaves, so many. SO many colours. I am so sad autumn is over next week. Autumn is my mostest favouritest season. I can’t stop being joyful at the air temperature and the pretty colours and the trees and the great autumnness.

I feel content today which is great, much better than some moments this week when I have been seeking that and not achieving it. Not that I have it all sorted out but I did have a nice few days. I wonder if I’ll look back at my blog in a few months and think this was a particularly boring month to read? I feel more uninteresting than usual at the moment. But I can never remember if I always feel that way at the time because I am explaining things I have experienced already. Although I feel I often write more about what I’m learning or thinking or seeking or something I’m being challenged by. I don’t seem to do that so much anymore, partly a concsious decision to put more of that in my journal, but also, I sometimes feel a bit more like some of my passion has died. I don’t look at things and wonder so much these days. Which is a bit of a sad thing. I don’t feel like I take one little thing and extract a whole lifes theory from it like I do sometimes, although I do still sometimes. Maybe just not on my blog. I think perhaps I’m going through a phase at the moment where my ideas and conceptions of who I am are changing, or my perspectives on that are changing. Although I don’t know I can elaborate on that at the moment, because I think that is something I am not fully understanding yet - as if I could ever understand it??? But I do think that is something I am being challenged with, but I am not 100 percent sure how yet. I think I used to spend more time sitting down and just writing thoughts out on the computer - which I kind of liked, it helped me think, whereas now, I have to really consciously come to write something, so I don’t so much.

I am going to bed.

I am practicing patience. But not succeeding so well.

We played scrabble last night. It was fun. I like my house mates. It’s so good. Yes it is. I think I feel like I’m coming home now and they are homely. It’s the best, and well so id God.

Ah the best bible passage ever,

And why,
because God is the best

And its as simple as that.

I’m sitting at uni waiting for a CD to burn. It’s pretty dull. Extra dull by the fact it probably won’t work and I’ll need to think of yet again a new inventive way to trick imovie into saving my files properly. It gets harder though the bigger the files get. So I might just pray that the CD works. Yes. And then I can go home. Woohoo. And then to Post Shop with Ryan Balah, Libby bo maybe and Jo Sissie.

Oh oh Oh. Greggers and Kimbo wrote to us from Tasmania. How the best. So funny. They wrote in reply to us from Tasmania. And they asked us to visit. I’m not so sure that might not ruin the friendship. But Ryan and I always stuck to our word that if we wrote a weird card and they didn’t like it, they weren’t sposed to be our friends and well if they did like, a true friend indeed has been found. Much like a random person kicking you up the bum in the city. That would be a friend for keepers.

Ah friends. Funny funny funny.

Today I went to uni. Afterwards I hung with Ryan. Then I came home. Went running. Showered. Ate dinner. Went to bible study. They were watching football so we came home. Made muffins. Did some essay. Wrote emails. Blogging. Might sleep soon.

My life is so normal and nothingy at the moment its kind of cool. So much normality and everydayness. It brings such challenges of its own. But as challenges are, they are often good and keep me focused.

Yesterday, driving between Croydon and Hornsby I saw two funny signs. On the way there I saw

On the back of a garbage truck

Satisfaction guarnteed or your garbage back

I laughed

On the way home at the petrol station,

Disabled sign then:
Honk for assistance

I don’t know why that was funny but it was.