42 Wallaby Way

Stace and I are such tourists
But it is so much fun!
We are both seeing new thing, and even though we are not small children we both feel the need to act like them, which is entertaining for both us and our lovely host/tour guide.
Despite how amusing and exciting it is to be here I do miss being at home, for a number of reasons.
Mostly because of certain individuals, but also just actually being home, which I seem to be not doing lately.
And not just because of the roadtrip, I mean clearly I can't roadtrip AND be at home.
But before then too.
I'm not trying to neglect my family.
They seem to think I am.
It's just the way it's happened.

Today (at some stage...I don't know when because we are still waking up)
We are headed back to Wollongong.
Hopefully the car will continue to behave itself,
It's been doing pretty well except for the split heater hose.
I'll have to take it to the mechanics tomorrow, since today we probably won't get there til the evening.

About the whole silver plate thing.
I'm trying not to let it get to me, and it hasn't been on my mind that much.
But it surprised me.
And I don't know what I'll think if it happens again.
Fuck..
Stupid boy.
How dare he make me question what I've done.
It's been hard enough to accept it the first time.
Second thoughts are not what I had in mind.
Perhaps instead I can put him out of my head for awhile.

MZ
ANN
THROPIK.

Checkered Flag

I'm surprised that I won,
But I did.
I'm not writing this to brag, just that it was THE most fun thing I have EVER done and I felt it very necessary to write about it.

Picture this.
It's about 12.30am,
We are leaving Amy's.
Flick goes "I'll race you home.."
I'm like "Come off it, you've got a litre and 15 years on me."
"Come on! First to your place wins."
I smile.
We run.
Awaiting us; a few thousand kilos and twelve cylinders, totaling seven litres.
One: Nissan R31 Skyline; 3.0L straight-6. 117kw. 211,000 k's on the clock.
Two: Ford BA MkII Falcon; 4.0L straight-6. 182kw. 78,000 k's on the clock.
So I'm clearly not feeling confident at this point.
Somehow I got enough of a head start though.
I was well ahead after pulling out of Amy's street and taking the first roundabout on Mountain Highway.
At this stage I was still doing the speed limit, and it wasn't long before the Falcon was not far behind me.
I got to the first set of traffic lights first, and as Flick pulled up beside me I was convinced I would lose from this point on.
The lights went green and I floored it, taking off first and holding a lead for a short while until the Falcon flew effortlessly past me.
At this point Flick was doing somewhere around 130km/h and decided to slow down, so I caught up and we were neck and neck until the next set of lights where I stopped to turn right and she seemingly forgot and drifted straight through them.
I laughed. I had no idea which way she'd have to take.
I continued a little less enthusiastically up Bayswater Road and Canterbury, then cut through the back streets, up past Eastwood and onto Dublin Road before going down Patterson and down my street.
As I turned into my street I was half expecting the blue BA to be sitting outside my house celebrating it's victory.
But no, a completely empty street lay before me, I laughed once again and got the biggest grin ever on my face.
I got out of the car and smelled the burning, from the tyres and possibly something else.
Apologising to the car I went to grab my bag out, and it was then that Flick came round the corner, so in her defense she did pretty well given I went the right way and she did not.

My back tyres were quite warm, and the Falcon was smelling a little burnt as well so we both agreed to leave it a good while before we have a rematch.
Hopefully, next time I'll be able to take the soon-to-be-Mum's VX wagon, then we'll be a little more evenly matched...at least the cars will be from the same decade.

Best race ever.
I couldn't wipe the grin off my face all the way inside and down to my room.

Best
fucking
race.
EVER.

x

Malicious

I can smell coffee.
There is this pain right below my neck, in the centre of my spine.
This keyboard feels stiff under my fingers.
I'm a bit worried about the crim exam tomorrow, but I have plenty of time in the morning to pack in some last-minute revision.
Which is good!
But media is another story.. that one is less easy.
More hard, if you will.
But we shall cross that bridge when we get to it.
The last few days have been filled with too much work and not enough study.
And whilst work gives me money and study bores me,
I think study at this point is probably more important.
Although I am rather short on money right now.
Hopefully within 48 hours I will have been paid.
Conveniently.

What next?
Things are still beyond complicated.
But I'm trying to forget, just until Tuesday night. So again, about 48 hours.
Actually in exactly 48 hours it will be just after the end of NCIS, given it will be 21.34.
Tomorrow, though, I'm actually almost looking forward to.
It's just fear, after all.
I've had a bit of that lately, which is unfortunate.

ALSO PAIN.
My back is so bloody sore. And has been all week.
NOTE TO SELF: GO TO CHIRO.

Honey
and
Almond.
x

I Don't Dance

Nor can I play baseball really.
But that's okay!
So, talk about an eventful week.
Yeah, a lot has happened.
New experiences.
New feelings.
New fears.
New hopes.

I am afraid,
It's true.
I think I know why.
And I think I'm going to have to try pretty hard to get past the fear
And take it for what it's worth
And make the best of it.

It's different.
It's never been like this with anyone else.
And I'm hoping that means it will be better than it's ever been
Because mostly...
It's there
And then
It's not.
And that, sucks.
Although I think so far I'm quite sure that won't happen.

ANYWAY.
We
shall
see.
x

And At That Point There Was No Rain

His name is Steven.
I miss him terribly.
Every time he makes his way into my mind,
I hurt.
It's his 21st on Sunday.
I want to wish him the best.

That
is
all.

x

More Than A Feeling

This will be short.
For I am tired.
But my mind is rather thought-filled.
Feelings and emotions perhaps better left upon the shelf.
It's not all bad.
It makes me happy.

But I'm concerned that it will turn bad.
That it will pain somebody.
Who that somebody is, is yet undecided.

Bah.
That was shorter than I thought.
And didn't even get my point across.

NEVERMIND.
Seems to be a
waste
of
paint.

x

I Don't Care

For some reason this really pissed me off.
There is a dumb Facebook group that says 120 hours on L's is too many
There are a few things wrong with that.
Firstly, it's about the NSW laws.
I know for a fact that there are people from other states in the group.
Secondly. They can get their licenses at 17 up there.
QUIT YOUR WHINGING.
And to all those who are OLDER, and whinge about it.
ITS A VERY EASY TEST, IF YOU HAD TAKEN IT WHEN YOU WERE 16 YOU WOULD HAVE MISSED THE STUPID NEW LAWS.
Anyway.
The end.