The Sunstone City

Sometimes I feel like Goldilocks from Goldilocks and the Three Bears except there are no bears and all I want is some porridge and a nice place to nap but I’m in someone else’s house and I don’t know where to find the honey or if they even have any soy milk.  This bothers me as I am always having to drive into the abyss that exist between Blackwood and Trentham to buy some more honey for $6 a kilo or send my mother to go and get it and I am always on edge when my supply is running low.  But that is just the price I have to pay for the best honey in the state.  Sometime I wonder if my life revolves around the sweet sticky goo that is magically produced by tiny buzzing insects in the back blocks of the Wombat State Forrest.  But then I remember that eating something every day is not the same as worshiping it.  There are so many better things in this world that comes in slabs than beer – like honey – but also mangos, as I discovered yesterday.  A slab of mangos at the Coles in Bega was only $19.95.  The four of us could each consume a mango every day for five days and still have two left over to appease my parents.  The mangos themselves were from Queensland which is where sunshine is made.  What else comes from Queensland?  Roller coasters and strange men who live in tepees and only come out at night to utilise their vast collection of dried herbs – but that’s another story altogether.  Sarah tells me that the honey comes out of the bees feet and they stomp it out (she demonstrates this theory quiet matter-of-fact-ly), which is strange to me as I always thought that it came from their bum (or bee-hind), which never stopped me from eating it, but what do I know about it anyway?  I recently watched a movie about bees and perhaps I would have more knowledge on the topic if I hadn’t been mixing honey into a cup of hot chai at the time they explained all that.  So I guess the bees get to keep their precious secret from me in the end after all.  But now I’m Goldilocks again and I feel bad asking for the honey because the porridge I’ve been given should be enough to sustain me, why should I need anything more?  They don’t have honey at all and now my gracious host feels bad that the meal they have spared me is not adequate.  And then I remember that I need to be a bit more grateful and a bit less picky.  After all the world is not here for us; we are here for the world.

RJ

So I’ve started Uni, and am still surprised at how quickly I made friends.  And good friends too.  They seem nice anyway…

The whole thing is a bit overwhelming at the moment and my life is a bit hectic.  But I’m doing OK. 

I’m going to Darwin tomorrow.  My Gran is turning 95 so the family is going up to celebrate.  I’m looking forward to it. 

I feel just a bit drained today.  I’m not getting enough sleep. 

Too bad I’m at work and can’t sleep today.

RJ

So I got an offer at RMIT… I’m so EXITED!!

I’ve wanted to go to RMIT since high school, and now that I finally know what I want to study I’m so &^$&%#&#$ happy I got in!!!

I really worked hard on my application, and I was so sure I stuffed up the interview… 

It really is an amazing feeling to know that someone else thinks I’m a good writer… I only get opinions from family and friends about my writing, so I never really know if it’s any good, but now I know it’s good enough to be one in 38 picked for creative writing at RMIT this year. 

I dont think life could really get any better at the moment… but for now I’m just going to try and stay on top.  

RJ

I cant even begin to describe the way I am feeling right now… Like I just came to life.  I thought I was happy, but I’ve never been happy like this before.  My head is in the clouds.  I cant eat or sleep.  I cant do anything except think of him.  I just wanted to stay in bed forever this morning, I never wanted to leave.  I cant stop singing and humming at work and everyone thinks I’m crazy now.

RJ

It was the most painful thing (except getting that tattoo on my back) to wait for my name to be called for my interview at RMIT.  When I eventualy got into the room, I nearly shat myself from terror.  I didnt plan enough for it.  I had no idea what they where going to ask me.  I tried so hard to answer them the best i could.  I dont know if i did ok.  i dont find out until feb.

RJ

So, I just got off the phone to RMIT, and I have an interview Monday for the BA in creative writing.  And it just so happens I have a RDO on Monday… fate. 

But I have to put together a portfolio of work, which I cant do digitaly   and I forgot about it earlier. 

So I can’t really do it Saturday because I have to go to the gym in the morning, then to CAE to finish my children’s writing course,  so I really only have Sunday. 

Oh, and I wrote my first children’s picture book  yesterday while at work.  Can’t really post it up here because it wont make any sense without the pictures.  Unfortunately.

Anyway, Today I think I’ll just play sudoku untill I get another idea for a story.

RJ

So it’s my birthday next thursday, I’m turning 22.  So I thought about writng a peice about how I came to be and my birth and all that.  So now I have done my research and I have the information, it should be coming along shortly.  So, it still feels like a good thing to get older at this stage, but I think it will only be a few years before I will want to get younger again.  So I guess I have to just apprechiate being young. 

They say bad things come in threes… proof of this was last year, when we were moving in furniture to my house, a window broke, a few days later a vase broke and then a glass broke.  Anyway, So I heard the other day my sisters best friend fainted on a train, because she didnt eat all day, and then the other day my friend Claire fainted at my front door, because all she ate all day was a bit of chocolate.  Now, the other night my brother passed out while stretching over the back of the couch…. it was much funier though because he got carpet burn on his head.

I have an appointment to get dread locks on saturday.  Not sure if I’m going to go through with it though.  I think my brother will kill me if I get them.

RJ

I’m not sure how gravity on space ships works… but if the ship physically tilted to the right, would everyone slide down the floor?

It was a good movie though.  These days I can only trust the Movie Show to tell me what’s worth seeing.  They gave it 4 stars. 

What an awesome job to have, reviewing films.  That would nice.  getting paid to see a movie and then write about it. 

I’ve been putting of working on my novel while I get my uni application together.  I think it’s ready to submit now.  I’ll post it on here soon, and the 2 or 3 people that might read it can tell me what they think. 

I’m completely broke this week.  As in $100 to spend till the 16th.  Going to have to crack out the credit card soon.  I hope they forget to send my Telstra bill. 

I should blog more often…

RJ