Dearest Pichan.
I feel so wonderful and serene this morning. Yep, serene. It’s a really chilly morning, and the breeze is strong, so my room is super cool, and the birds sound like Scuttle from the Little Mermaid, and the sun is shining, and I can’t sleep and I just said byebye to zee Germans about one hour ago.
AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. My face skin is feeling really soft and wonderful too this morning cause I bought new “night creme”. I love satisfying epidermus feeling in the morning.
Also, I laughed to myself this morning about something… I think it’s really funny when grown Ozzie men say in all sincerity: “G’day matey, how ya goin’.” I giggle everytime a dude says that to me. Heehee.
Life seems to be more full of activity since we left each other!! Actually thats a lie. Is it?! I don’t know. You sound chalk full of time well spent… my life was still a little depressing up untill recently. I had a good long chat with Freud and I feel lots of bad energy that has been stored up in me released. Phew! Depressed Bean?! They just don’t go together. Now Jumping Bean, that goes together. I think all I needed was a little pick-me-up-punch-on-the-shoulder-go-get-em talk.
Church church church. Whenever I have to go to church these days (uhhmm… last last Christmas…) I feel super guilty about being in there. I have had many opportunities recently to talk about Christianity and Catholicism. If I had to be part of any religion, I’m glad it’s Catholicism. It’s like the one religion where fakers are accepted. How much more full are Catholic churces on Christmas, Lent and Easter? Or when suddenly you have a child and realize that your church has a ‘must come to church rule to have your child baptised’. Catholic guilt exists indeedy! I have not given up anything for lent. Mostly because when I used to, I would forget about it. I am proud to say though, that I have had many temptations (cutest bright pink dress in my size for $20!!!!!! AAAAAA!!!!!!) and have not broken my “no shopping pact”. Chan, its soooo hard. It just makes me hate my wardrobe. I went out last night and all i could think was, ‘stupid shirt i’ve been wearing for the last five months… stupid old leggings… stupid hair that needs to be cut.’
Wait! I can get a haircut!!!! Aaaaactivity!!!!!
Where was I? Oh yah, Catholic guilt. I’m glad to hear that you are giving up dairy. Why do cheese (fetagoodhabrieyum!) and yogurt have to make that task so friggin hard?!?!!? Gambate Pilot! Good thing you can go to things like asian supermarkets on the parentals cash and get yummmmeeeee foooooood. Pooocckkyyyy!!!! Send me sooommmee!!!! (Actually… i bet I can totally get that here.)
Last night I met up with zee Germans and Repeater in the Valley. I was exploding with happiness to see their gorgeous faces again. We had a few drinks and then I let them park their van on Indigo Cres. They are leaving today (which is why I am up at six am writting to you… couldn’t sleep once I’d woken up) but, they are going to Ninbin to refuel and then to Surfers, where I will meet up with them on Sunday.
That also happens to be the day that a guy I met at the club, asked me to meet up with him and his friends on the Gold coast. I love going from zero friends to too many friends/plans.
Oh yah, so I’m out with the Germans last night, and they insist on stopping for McDonalds on the way home. Thats when I felt it necessary to ask: “Is there McDonalds in Germany?” To which zee first German responded: “No, there is no fast food in Germany.” Whaaat?!?!!? That made my desire to go even stronger!!! No McDonalds!!! A place that can keep ol’ Ronald out is my kinda country! So then I asked: “What do you guys eat? Schnitzel?”
“Like every second day.” zee first German says in all seriousness. I diiiied laughing my face off in McDonalds last night.
Also, this converation happened last night, which I also thought was incredibly funny:
“Psychology is very German! You guys should like Repeater, he’s kind of like Sigmund Freud!” I said to zee Germans and Repeater.
“blahblahblbah” zee Germans say to each other. Zee first German turns to me and says”Freud is Austrian.”
Ah crap, i’m the worst psyc major ever.
“So, not Freud.” He continues.”Hitler, he’s like Hitler.”
Hhhaaaahahaha.
I also had a friend write this to me recently that I thought I would share with you:
I had a black guy come to my door today, and make me a sweet offer
i didnt have time to catch the details, but the just of it was that hed sell me a little hungry black kid for $1 a day. But I had to feed him rice or something? I dont know. Still sounded like a sweet deal.
Oh the company I keep.
Anyways. I should finish this.
Final points/a few responses:
- sosososos sooooo devastating about your external hard drive. I’ll make you a most wonderful cd darling.
- i love dance sequences. how have we never gotten around to doing one? note to self: next time i see Pilot…
- I will totally let you read my book as soon as i think it’s worthy… i’m struggling with it at the moment…
- snow?
- i think you can seek some kind of speech therapist re: your lisp.
- new display at the GoMA!!!
- toe is sore… it’s probably because i continue to walk on it and stand on it at work for five hours…
- i got a cell phone yesterday!!! (there are only two numbers in it).
- Kaity and I are going to the shops, and i’m thinking i’m gonna go join the library to save myself from buying/spending money on books.
- got your postcard yesterday!! thanks!!
love you and miss you
Peace, B.
