if i could explain my life through a string of youtube links, i would sure as hell try

(reposted after dreamcoat Joleen reminded me of her – Maggie is the woman behind ‘i am the sex goddess of the western hemisphere’ that I love so)

Also I came across a Theosophy circle – yes, the Blavatskyan type, complete with a Secret Doctrine and all. They’ve invited me to one of their lectures tomorrow. I’m going, but only if I can sneak some Tibetan music into the pre-class meditation.

Beginning to regret this whole Melbourne decision, even as long as I have waited. If I could transfer to somewhere like NTU Lit, I would in a heartbeat, because that would mean so many things – a contented sigh of the heart, for one, a less worried father, a more hopeful sister, the ability to be there for the people I have come to love so much. But I’ll cross that bridge when I fall off it.

fleeting wood mac

Sorry, I just need to acknowledge this, because I’ve been in denial for a while. There was some drama during the week – I fell off my bike in front of a church (Holy Trinity no less). Wait, fall is inaccurate. It was more like a step rose up from nowhere to greet me on a path I’ve walked a dozen times. Perhaps I’ve been saying too many agnostic things these days.

On top of that, I couldn’t manage the walk home, because I’d ended up in a tangle with my bicycle on the driveway. (1) badly scraped elbow, (3) collected bruises, (1) marginally dislocated ankle. I still feel like a victim of an unmerciful god.