YO YO!
i am in a totally awesome mood for no reason!
it's a hangover from drinking heaps of emotionally-charged somethingorother yesterday.
whoooooo!
i have everything to do in the world but i'm going to watch tv and aimlessly surf the net instead whooo!
i am going to use exclamation marks even though they're evil!

ok now i'm sleepy.

on saturday i learnt that
one: boyfriends will buy chocolates and peach ice tea and drive to a place they've never heard of to pick up their girlfriends at midnight. then they will drive to a place they've never been to to have italian hot chocolate and admire painted ceilings.
two: boyfriends don't particularly like being shorter than their heeled-girlfriends so girlfriends should let them walk on the higher side of the sloped city pavement.
three: boyfriends look hott in preppy striped jumpers that their girlfriends end up wearing by the end of the night to stop the teeth chattering, arms goosebumping, lips purpling.
four: boyfriends know when to pray and when to laugh and when to be silent.
five: boyfriends are the awesome.

university is my week in boxes, filled in with crudely mismatched colour, an ugly spectrum of busyness, a dance against the clock.

i don't know where my summer life went. it disappeared like me when my dad switches on the cricket on a sunday. i'm out for twelve hours at a time, home for snatches of what masquerades as sleep, and up and out and around again for another twelve hours. at the moment i'm testing myself. i want to be able to do all this. i want perfect tutorial attendance, and rows of high distinctions. and i want to be the one waiting next to the phone in case you need me, and the sister always listening, always praying. and i want to be a soft armchair on which the weary can rest, and i want to be the mother for those who need it, and i want to be the child for those who want to play. i want to be able to swim like i used to (mainly in order to look like i used to). but mostly i want to do it all for the right reasons, for the right man, who hung on a tree so i wouldn't have to do all this forever.

you wish you were as cool as lara and i.

dear mr mcdonald, clown-faced multinational giant,

my friend belinda and i have decided that ronald mcdonald, grimace, hamburglar, and friends, are lonely.

we would like to offer our services as twin elephants. not simply twin elephants, but elephants who wear baggy tshirts and/or several tops at once in unsuccessful attempts to cover our protruding stomachs.

given our poor self-image and the resultant shared consensus that we are becoming increasingly elephantish in appearance, we are willing to be plastered across happy meal boxes and writ tiny as twin elephant stuffed toys.

we feel that, as cuddly, embarrassed elephants, we would be the perfect addition to the happy mcdonald family/empire.

we anxiously await your reply!

sincerely,
belinda and alix.

today was my first day back at uni, and these are the things i see walking to the station every day:

word.

on wednesday i learnt a skill at university like wow
i poured tomato and bbq sauce simultaneously in a long gooey line on ugly brown sausages
i did swirls and dots to prove to an engineer that arts kids do it better
i squirted it all over a science kid's hand because he said sauce girls are losers
then when i got bored i made my boyfriend be sauce girl.

i am talented.

but not as much as lara who takes rad pictures: