Intelligence

I feel the need/urge/desire to write something intellectual. Or at least... Something that sounds a bit clever so that I don't sound like a total ditz.

I'm still awake as it has been requested that I send across a video to someone. I'd really like to cuddle up and go to bed. Or at least, lie in my bed and continue reading my book, The Rule of Four by Ian Caldwell and Dustin Thomason.

It's a fairly intruiging book, I must admit -even if the exterior does look a bit dull. Then again they do say .

Samosas and Cheese Naan at Delhi restaurant on Racecourse Lane make me happy.

Did you know that there is an Indian Barbie?! Northern Indian, but Indian nevertheless. Nikki and I looked at it and gawked at it. I took a picture or two but I shall upload them tomorrow when I feel like it. When I feel like it.

I drew last night. One picture is half finished.

Just a thought... If there's someone for everyone (which can't quite be true because don't females outnumber males?) then that means there shouldn't be spinsters or old maids, right? And what if I don't find that someone before I hit menopause? And what if my someone is living in Botswana and I never get a chance to go there but he (or she) is waiting for me there (oh, so that's how it's evened out... Lesbians). Does that mean I'll die lonely?

A week and a half before I go to Koh Samui. I'm excited. Now I need to work on that pre-holiday tan.

I'm waiting on RMIT to reply. Tomorrow I shall hound IDP. I don't like this waiting game. It's slow. Painful, almost. To add onto it, two cows from poly are already there. I'm wondering which aspect of Communications they got into. One was in Marketing and the other, Broadcast. I suppose I can only hope they'll not be in Media but will have chosen Advertising Creative.

Pants.

Thank god, the file has almost finished. By the time I brush my teeth and hair, it should be sorted. Tomorrow shall be for self preservation and meeting acquaintences of yesteryear.

It's funny, 'friends' from Secondary School only bother now to find out who I really am and to take a look at what was said and done back then... Maybe I'm not such a bad person afterall. Maybe I did make the effort. Maybe they just didn't want to do anything. Maybe I'll turn out alright.

Or maybe I'll just be an emofck for a couple of days each month for the rest of my life and it'll be enough to deter everyone because, "it's not the first time."

Frustrated.

The worst frustration is when you're frustrated by yourself because you can't think clearly enough to work out how to unpickle yourself from this whole mess.

Eurgh.