Red Harrrr

Stream-of-consciousness
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have red hair.
Most people love it.
The Cat? He hates it. But, whatever. As if guys know what look good, MECECTERA (une blague pour les francophones).

It's a shame that my eyebrows don't match. Haha, should colour them in with a texta.

I made a pair of shorts* from an old pair of jeans. I got a nasty scratch in the meantime.

I love The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. As if I need an excuse.

Virginia Woolf, on just-shot pheasants: "Their claws gripped tightly, though they gripped nothing" (The Shooting Party, 1938)

A character in the Reid Library at UWA:
Shuffle, Shuffle, Shuffle. The tired old skin he wore like a clock, jowls draping languid over his coloured overcoat. (I lie, it's actually off-yellow like an oeuf mure).

I just finished the [A] matrix for Assignment 12 for CIVL3110. Hopefully it's correct. Ahhh, the benefits of excel.

I'm hungry, though I just ate.

Perhaps it is better to ignore than be too eager. Here he comes again, the coat-man, shuffling like some man, Dickensen.

The Cat told me an awful goings between a friend and the ex-lover of the friend. Spiteful actions. One can not help being hurtful after a break-up, or whatever you wish to call it since it's been ongoing for a year and then some. Spite does not have to be gratuitous.

It depends on how you feel.

I wonder if he hates me?

Maybe, but it's probably more melancholy.

Or perhaps he sees things as they are (in whose reality this occurs, I am not sure.)

I will have to work out new clothing for new harrrr. Aus, Ein, Aus, Ein.


*pinned.

Pffft...

Steel exam = over, done, dusted, over.

My friend Maria made me a beautiful picture.

Feels like I've been running, running, running since semester began.

Just assignment, test, one after the other.

Found this website last night: http://www.soundsleeping.com/index.php

The drums are very focalising.

J'en ai marre de mes parents, ma mere qui pense que je suis la juste la pour la conforter. JE NE SUIS PAS. Je suis un etre humain. Je suis desagreable avec eux, mais c'est juste parce que je suis toujours fatiguee, toujours j'en ai marre de leurs arguments, ma mere, elle est toujours trop sensible comme a dit son frere.

The sound of cat purring is the greatest...

Life sorting

Ok, so now, new breakthroughs are coming through.

Baby, it's cold outside, and all the weary students are clutching at their over-priced Rocket fuel coffee. I know because I was one of them today.

Anyway need to organise some actual romantic outings with the Cat.

Perhaps going to a park on a warm night, alas no more, just a fading sensation.

Almost caught up on steel lectures, what relief.

Finish Dracula and A Little Princess on audio. Will need new stories to be read to me.

Must be nicer, otherwise people will think I'm terribly selfish and rude.

I want to do something new, Robotics, tie-dying neon shirts bright yellow. Paint again. Plant an exotic tree.

It's a shame I gave up yoga, feels so good afterwards as you feel your body praising you for your virtuous qualities and the sweet relief of no longer having to maintain downward dog.

I left a book in Paris that I regret. I forget the name, but it was red and white with cards on the front. A man who receives missions written on cards in the mail. A stream of consciousness book, one that reminded me of that dream passage from Mrs Dalloway, the one I analysed in my Dreams in Literature Class at the Sorbonne Nouvelle.

How can it be that it is four months since I have left? I am glad and yet somewhat sad all the same. Although I guess home was calling me like some sort of beachy siren with long eyelashes and imperfect eyes.

Tomorrow I am presenting the Judisches Muesuem of Berlin. Daniel Lebiskin. In French class. I like what I wrote about his main idea:

"His idea was to represent the void left behind by emptyness itself...Il ne faut pas combler le vide, mais de le representer par du vide" Alas, the sentiment is oftentimes lost in the translation itself."

I was tired and angry. Someone for whom certain things are lost made me angry and I wanted to poison his stream and trouble him, for he has certainly given me some. Why be so possessive? You don't even know a thing about me? I couldn't think of anything that suits to respond to some remark and after typing and re-typing it, I decided it was a lost cause, and comforted myself with angry girl-music.

I also need some new sleepy sounds.

Engineering shizzle.

What is the difference between in-plane loading and out-of-plane loading?

How do you get multiframe to do different load cases?

Angry X-axis: being ridiculous.

It's been a while, my friend.

I'm back in Perth, of course. Paris is like a dream, although now that I am out of it I dream more in French, as in most nights.

I'm into this new musical study thing. Whereas I used to hate listening to music while I study, I'm now really into it. Is this the influence of a new lovers, an effect of living alone for six months or the fact that my studies are so much more involved and somewhat complex?

The music pulls me back to the things I'm meant to be doing.

So I have what I call my super concentration trance songs that I just listen to over and over again, like some sort of background chant. I know that I'm really getting into the study when I don't realise how many times I've listened to that song.

Talk
Somebody that I used to know
Human of the Year
Save Me
Eyes Wide Open
Summer in the City

This time last year I was hanging out to move to France. To get away from so many things, from family, from relationships, to become more adult, to re-discover me, to be more assertive, confident.

Now I am back.

Four months have already gone by since I said farewell to all I had come to love in my second city.

I miss some things. Just some things. Although it was lonely, somewhat. I don't like to live alone.

Anyhow I'm procrastinating from getting on with the task that I must complete. Geology assignment.

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