The Sunstone City

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.

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.  

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.

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.

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, then I’m off to sexpo.  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 without the pictures.  Unfortunately.

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

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.

So I’ve been sick… turns out my contraceptive implant (implanon) was causing all the trouble.  So I had it removed and now I feel much better, but I measured the bruise that runs down my arm last night – 21 cms, the bandage was too tight so it caused internal bleeding all the way down to my wrist.  And it turns out I’m allergic to band-aids as well. So I have a few cuts above the bruise where the band-aid ripped off my skin and you can see the shape of the band aid where the skin is just badly irritated.  but the spot where they made the cut to remove the implanon is a tiny little 2mm scar.  It looks worse than it is really.  I’m just glad it’s out.

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…

Now I know you’ve heard the rumours about insurance companies, but this one is environmentally friendly.  I wanted an office job, I wanted to get out of sales and into customer service.  I wanted a job where I could get up when I needed to and sit down when I wanted to.  Where I could wear a nice shirt and pants but still be comfortable.  And heat up my lunch in the microwave and have somewhere nice to sit and eat it.  Where I could sit somewhere quite if I needed to but could also have fun.  Where a manager was always easily accessible if needed.  A job that’s laid back but you still need to use your brain most of the time.  But that’s not too repetitive or too difficult.  And something that allows me to have the time to write in between. 

And this is it.

I answer the phone and help the customers.  Sometimes there are lots of calls and sometimes there’s not many at all.  Sometimes I get angry customers but most of the time they’re really nice.  The girls I work with are all around my age and we get along well.  It makes a big difference from all my previous employment. 

And so for now I am happy.  Happier than I’ve been in a long time.  It’s amazing how different your life is when you can enjoy going to work.