Yesterday was fun. I had fun. Yes. I finished my dress in the morning (which I thought might kill me from its stench of mildew). I sewed on pretty buttons. I hope that I wear it one day soon.

I met Tom afterward and we saw a movie Elizabethtown. I liked it and very much agree with Tom about Orlando being good looking. He also has a soft face. But I thought it was fun and I liked how playful it was. I don’t like writing about movies. But, I think I found it kind of funny because some of it all felt familiar and close to home. I think it captured the absurdity of death quite nicely. The only problem with movies that are so fun is that I want to be in them and be as fun and creative as the people in them. Luckily I get over that in about a day.

After watching we visited St Mary’s Cathedral. I’ve never been or explored any part of Sydney as a tourist would. I thought it was exciting because it reminded me of being overseas. It even smelt like it. Because big cathedrals often have that damp wooden smell mixed with stone. It was like a safe haven. I felt very at peace inside and I think I would like to hang out in places like that more often. Churches feel so protected and safe, and there is something very grand about it that is a little hard to describe. It was a nice place to pray though. And I had memories of primary school flooding back to be as people did a genuflect.

(I wonder if the relationship between b and v on the keyboard has anything to do with the way Spanish speakers pronounce them opposite?)

And then we conquered the Mitchell Library. I’d always (well since I saw it about 5 months ago) wanted to go inside because the walls of books made me want to explore and touch them. I was always to scared by the bag sign, and turned back. But not this time, we weren’t too intimidated by it, we found the lockers!

The Library is very interesting. I tried to look up my convict ancestors but didn’t succeed because I didn’t know there real names. I learnt many interesting things that I was able to say You learn something new everyday to, probably enough to last me a good week or two. You’d learn so much if you went there everyday. I learnt why Croydon was named Croydon, Asquith Asquith. But my favourtite time was when I found the big dictionary. Not only was I able to look up a word at any moment I didn’t understand (I should carry a 1kg dictionary all the time), but my 2 new favourite words. They deserve a line each.

Frippet.

Fubsy.

I liked flicking through the cards to boxes in the stack. They were all handwritten and there was a strange sense of putting your hands on such history. People had written these cards back in convict days, like I might write something now. You don’t really write it down thinking about it as a historical document, it’s what you’re preoccupied with in the present. But viewing someone’s present thoughts from the past is weird.

And now I wonder if I’m a frippet. I probably am sometimes.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, November 30th, 2005 at 11:37 am.