Parkhillians in the Aquahouse.

I've had a great weekend, hey. I drank tea and all. I'm still not sold on it though, d00d. *sigh*

Friday night, my old best mate dropped in for a sleepover on her way to the Central Coast. We swapped photos, stayed up late talking in bed, and drove like hoons. Awesome. I miss her bunches, hey. She's like a grounding pole for me while I float around, being a big weird kite. It's not as if she does anything particularly different to anyone else. I think it's just she's been there for so many years and knows me better than anyone else. Hell, she's been there for every major development in my life since we were what, 13? Why wouldn't she?

I'm sure I've conviced her to get the hell out of Taree. She needs to be here, doing uni and having choices about her working life. Not stuck in a rut doing too much work for people who don't appreciate it. I'm pretty sure I've got her convinced, anyway.

Last night, Mike, Leesh, Sarah and myself ended up in a bar with karaoke. And heaps of homos. It wasn't until I stepped foot in a gay bar that I realised just how homophobic I am. I kinda wanted to gaybash them all. Except the girls. They were far too scary. I know how bad that is, it's not something I'm at all proud of. But slutty men freaks the shit outta me. On the plus side, Leesh and Sarah ended up on stage singing. I'll post a youtube link for y'all soon. Heh.

Tonight was a barbeque with Parkhillians in the Aquahouse. These people, burned sausage sandwiches, Josie & the Pussycats and strawberries. What more could I ask for on a Sunday night, honestly? And Annie. I love you a little bit.

There were couples. They were all romantic and sweet. I'm still somewhat torn on that front. The cuddling, the intimacy... it all looks so comforting and familiar. And scary. I'm gonnna have some serious issues with all this shit one day. Good grief. For now, though, I'll just chillax and pretend I'm all good with it.

So, chidren, we have reacher the final week of term. One more week to get through. Then I get to see Kady and visit Anne. And Mike can come visit and it'll be a mini-Parkhill get-together. But with a baby.

Ugh. I have a 2000 word essay due on Friday and I haven't had the motivation to do much beyond glance at the criteria. I only got a Pass on my first essay for that subject (way harsh, it wasn't THAT bad) so it's put me off this one. I've got this week, I suppose. I can do it! Perhaps I need a visualisation board. And a gratitude journal. Ugh, I'm being Oprah-influenced by association. Thanks, Sarah.

This week, I'm determined to be more motivated. I've gotta stop putting every single thing off until the last possible minute. It's stupid and it makes things more difficult than they need to be. Chan inspired me with her overnight visit. She's the kinda girl that can somehow juggle three jobs, a boyfriend and a social life and make it look easy. Mole. That's all I have to say about her.

Hmm. So this has turned into a bunch of basic ramble. I think I'm gonna go read some comics and drift off, letting myself debrief the last couple of days.

I love it.

Peace. xox

Where I stood.

This afternoon has consisted of me sitting in a large red beanbag in the centre of our empty loungeroom reading comic books while Missy Higgins filled my ears. I was somewhat moody and Missy always manages to level things out. Always.

Today was a day that consisted mostly of shite all. I did have my first prac with this uni though. There was a panic because I didn't have my child protection certificate (as it turns out, my tranny neighbour had it...) but as it turns out, as long as you look like a uni student, certain schools will just let you wander on in! Ahh, the security of schooling in the twenty-first century.

I fell in love with teaching all over again, seeing that classroom. It was packed full of art and posters and all sorts of crap. I heard the other people on my prac whinging about how they'd just wanna take it all down, that it was too cluttered. What the hell, man?? It's a Year 3/4 class! It was packed full of awesome! The teacher was pretty awesome, too. I think I like her. I think I like the teacher in the next classroom more -- wholey moley, he was attractive. Focusing, though, my point is that if I needed any sort of vaildation that I'm doing what I wanna do, that classroom was it. Even the... somewhat difficult children were still funny. They reminded me of some of my kids from Cool Kidz.

Which brings me to another point. With any hope, I'll be back at CKC during the hols. I miss my kids and I miss the teachers there and I miss Kaybear. It'll be awesome to be back for just a couple of weeks (if only because then I get to leave once I'm over it). And Annie will be there! In Taree! Weird. We can have a Taree Parkhill night all by our lonesomes. That's how awesome we are. All Parkhillians are welcome if they are willing to make the trek. Which you should be. Taree is radxcore. *ahem*

Time is short and I must be off. Laterz.

P. S. if anyone can photograph a moral horse for me, I'd be mucho appreciative (yes, I'm a sarcastic arsehole who is making references to something highly amusing that only some people would get -- but I'm cool with that).

Your smile goes a long way.

Okay, so this little monatage isn't the most creative thing you've ever seen, but the point isn't to show off my Photoshop skills.

I thought it was about time I pointed out something about these specific people. I've been through a fair bit of crap, you know? I generally don't like people -- they tend to let me down and it pisses me off to the point where I just don't bother. Emo as that may sound, there it is.

While trying to avoid sounding mushy, these people will never know the extent of how much I admire them. They are off-the-charts-awesome. And I thought they should know it.

Thank you, you awesome mofos. You make life a whole bunch shinier.