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Feb 10

Is it weird?

That I like the sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard as the words I am trying to form into coherent sentences in my brain suddenly appear before me on the screen.

Jan 08

giovannafalcone1:

What a sad little face… although I’d be sad too if I was stuck in a jar!

Jan 08

(Source: carriehopefletcher)

Jan 02

The beginning of 2012 and the Mystery of the Missing Forks.

Long time no see. Well, my apologies etc. I haven’t seen you since last year! Hurr hurr, no. I hate those jokes. Everyone needs to quit it. Its 2012, let’s move the fuck on.

I don’t really know what to say except that I know I want to say something, but I don’t quite know what ‘that’ is. Hmm yeah, interesting life El. Good work.

It is 2012. Happy New Year. Which means in exactly two weeks and a day I will be packed up and shipped out of Melbourne. Brisbane is apparently calling my name, and I cannot refuse its siren. (Actually, I’m just broke and have to move back.) But its all in the name of the future, in which I shall be living it up in London studying extra prosthetics. 2013, that’s what I’m waiting for. So many things happened in 2011; good and bad. I know there are some things I would like to change and a dear friend that I very much miss, but I like how living in Melbourne has opened my eyes. He would have approved of that. I love it here and will be very sad to wave goodbye. I made some beautiful friends, who I spent NY with too on the 28th floor of a fancy building, that I will miss but its not the end. Its such a small fucking world that I’m bound to run into them randomly on the street one day.

I’m also excited about being able to see friends in Brisbane once again. That will be comforting. I’d like to keep in contact with a lot more people than I actually do. I’m looking forward to making new friends as well.

I’m also furiously looking at houses for my move back to Brisbane and, more excitingly, researching into my planned holiday in Tuscany and Scotland. Not that anyone really cares, but shit I am excited. There are so many Tuscan delights I want to experience, and views I want to look out on in Scotland.

I just want to fill a photo album with memories.

Also I’ve somehow lost ALL the forks in my house. It is a Sherlock Holmes worthy mystery because I certainly haven’t eaten them or been throwing them out the window. (The only two logical explanations I can so far come up with.)

Thats me. Good evening 2012.

Love, El.