Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Pheremones are in the air
That's misspelt, isn't it. Who cares.I fell in lust with a Lebanese covenience store guy today. I went in to ask directions to the RSL, and man, he was teh cuteness. Well, I think he was Lebanese, the writing on the shop was in Arabic. Hehe, anyway, he winked at me. In a charming way, not a lecherous way.
I swear, I crush very easily. For example, I'm platonically crushing Cate Blanchett at the moment after seeing Veronica Guerin last night. Powerful stuff. I crush Ireland now too. Pretty, except for the drug barons and syringes on the ground and gruesome murders.
La vie est belle, people. Well, it is after surviving Tuesday. I left two assignments til the last minute, finished at 4am. Had to run around campus all day because my classes are in like bloody Vladivostok and Antarctica, but it ended up alright cos in French I decided to be insane. Me and Bec were cracking up at every single thing and making stupid French jokes (not very funny in retrospect, but I thought "bonbonologue" was a good job title for an Oompa Loompa...oh never mind, tis funnier on 3 hours' sleep). I even got the teacher to laugh, score. She must think I'm manic-depressive or something, since I was sort of suicidal in the last lesson. Tuesdays do that to me.
This morning I lay in the warm pre-spring sun reading "The man who ate a 747", on a bench outside Wentworth. That is the life, my friends. Granted, I was to suffer through two hours of Security and then two hours of Crim later. But sunshine and light romantic fiction and 10am sleepy joie de vivre. Can't be beat.
# posted at 11:13 pm
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