Friday, December 23, 2005
love isn't brains, children

i came back last night. okay crap that sounds more sinister than it's meant to. anyway, the point is, i really am back. tadahh. okay everyone not hurry to catch that flight to outerspace.

1. perth was great. i love the fact that i didn't sweat for 8 days, there were no horrendous crowds, and well nothing beats not having to rush needlessly all life long, eh?

2. i was afraid to find things had changed, or that people had. looking back now, i see my fear was not misplaced. but i've learnt something. regret is pointless. what will be will be. besides, where do you start regretting, and where do you stop? should i regret meeting you only to realise how vastly different our lives are now, or should i regret the parting that made it so? or perhaps i ought to regret that we even met, that i would never even know this confusion. do i then regret my life from start to end? anyway the point to this rambling is - i don't regret anything. if i had to do it all over again, i probably would, because something is going to come out of this. i'll need this experience to fall back on, some time in the future. and for everything that has ever been, tears and laughter, i thank you. you're right. the next time we meet, we should meet not as old friends who share parts of their soul, but as new friends who have to get to know each other.

3. and now i never want to get married, because living with someone can create this tension in your relationship. i may not even survive living with a close friend and growing old with her. i mean sure it's easy to say, love will find a way and friendship bridges all gaps, yadda yadda, but wait til you see the amount of hot water i use in the shower (and try to hold your pee outside the door while i whistle a merry tune inside. okay fine i don't whistle but i do take very long). i shall be a nun. or a hermit. i have this sinking feeling that i'll be kicked out of the nunnery. oh, plus i'm not catholic.

4. my luggage weighed 18 kg, thank goodness i decided to check in the two bags. i would never have been able to handle lugging (is this why it's called luggage? hmm) them down the stairs at the perth airport. when i got home and unpacked i realised that the bulk of it was due to the presents i brought back, both from chris and me. if you want to call me mrs santa, you do have to find out who's santa claus you know. i'll admit i have the hots for blondes. anyway.

5. i am now madly in love with spike from buffy the vampire slayer. i mean, punk-goth vampire with cheekbones sharp enough to rival his tongue? what's there not to like? the fact that he's pretty much got the best lines (mix two parts wit with one part sarcasm, and add a dash of occasional insight, and you've got a formula most girls i.e. i, can't resist), has a british accent and white-blonde hair is only accentuated by his hidden sensitive poet side. watch me swoon. i remember being vaguely attracted to him years ago when i watched a few episodes now and then of buffy, but back then i felt compelled, for some unknown reason, to dismiss him for being evil. well, screw evil, he has some of the best lines in the show. to buffy and angel, about their undeniable attraction to each other -- you aren't friends. you'll never be friends. you'll be in love til it kills you both. you'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. love isn't brains, children. love is blood- blood screaming in your veins to work its will. i may be love's bitch, but at least i'm man enough to admit it. -- and about drusilla, who left him because he wasn't evil enough anymore -- i'll hunt her down (wherever she is), tie her up, and torture her til she likes me again. -- anyway basically he's my newest fictional-character crush. i really do like blonde hair. think spike, draco malfoy, freddie/freddy (drummer guy from school of rock), legolas, etc. it's just so pretty. but note that this only applies to fictional characters. for real life, please enquire with my support staff as to my checklist. i'm kidding. but there really is a checklist, as you very well know. i really am rambling. must be the all the nail polish. i helped my sister do a french manicure with the french manicure set she got me for christmas. i don't have a steady hand at all. luckily i'm not eligible for surgery training. i forgot what else i wanted to say. oh yes.

6. i love it when the plane is taking off or landing. i want to fly. i mean it. joan, take me flying. please. i get this crazy high from it, and i start to feel like i can conquer anything, and i start grinning to myself, which is always a bad idea when you're alone. by the way, just to inform the curious - no i did not sit next to a hot guy who provided me with intelligent conversation for hours. i didn't sit next to anyone at all. there was a space between the next person and me on both flights. hooray.

crap i'm tired, i'm off to bed now. will email everyone i promised to email tomorrow or something. we're meeting up tomorrow! yayness!! do not bring your boyfriends, or i won't be held responsible for my actions. it's a foursix outing!
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