I really should update my blog...

But, you see, I really haven't done anything very interesting. And I am sure that you do not want to hear about my joyous escapes on the sydney trains as they also have been quite quiet recently.

Oh yes! No more random men asking me to go sailing with them (I'm pretty sure he wanted to throw me over board and feed me to the sharks), no more strange men on buses asking me if I wished to tour Austrlia in a van.

I think it must be the slightly scary book I am reading. No, not the new Stephen King one, but The Collective Poems of Lord Byron.

Note to all who get bothered on public transport. Intellectual books put the weirdo's off!

One problem.

I have no idea what he is going on about! It's all complicated and stuff (please note that the last book I read was Harry Potter, which was fantastic).

Ok, it isn't really that bad, I do know whats going on but I do have to read each verse two or three times before it really sinks in.

Good poemy type things though. Byron also manages to insult a lot of the other poets from the time, which is quite funny as they are also considered classics now.

So, if I manage to finish this book, I will either start reading the 7th Harry Potter book (as no doubt it will be out by then!) or something much simpler like the Complete Works of Shakespere...

Edit:
I am supposed to be going swimming with Dolphins tomorrow so you will either get a nice interesting entry complete with photo's or you will never hear from me again. If it is the latter then you can safely assume that I got in to the wrong tank and was eaten by sharks...

Everybody Sing

"Skippy, Skippy. Skippy the Bush Kangeroo!"

I have just been forced to watch three episodes in a row. I may be numb from the brain up for quite some time.

Tis the Season to be Jolly

Fa la la la la la la la la!

Or, in my case, Tis the Season to Drink to Much, Eat to Much, Listen to to Much Christmas Music and Get Really Annoyed at all the Shops Putting Decorations up to Early.

And, just to top matters off, I was talking to an Ex the other day. Now this is a guy I have known for ages. We went out for a short while, it ended and we procedded to see each other very rarely but when we did we would usually get dunk and end up in compromising positions but we never quite got it back together.

So we had this chat and it turns out that we are pssibly the MOST stupid people on the planet. We met in Feb and hit it off again but neither of us wanted to admit it to the other person. We both spent about four weeks subtley giving out signals that were interested that the other managed to completly ignore.

I was mad about this boy. Totally. Never mentioned it though. Never do. Was gutted when we broke up. Never mentioned that either. It's just not me.

And now? We have had this chat. Got it all in the open. Good, yeah?

Nope.

He is now totally besotted with another girl. Never met her but she sounds lovely. She would, wouldn't she.

And he sounds happy. Which is the worst part. To not be happy for him would be petty and mean, which i refuse to be, but to be honestly happy for him will take huge force of will.

Its all very confusing.

It sounds really bad but I just figued he would still be there when I got back from Oz and was ready to be a bit more settled. Then would see if we were still compatible, hopefully a bit more compatible than we were previously. Obviously wont be mentioning this to him now.

So what do I do? Well in my time honoured tradition I am gonna flirt (currently via email and messenger), not actually tell him what is going through my head, and see what happens. Last time this proceedure resulted in us breaking up so this time it cannot be a worse result.

Can it?

Oh bugger it all to hell and high water.

Que Sera Sera and all that jazz.

P.S. I finished the book in the earlier post. He didnt conclusively get the girl. He got god. Not a fair substitute in my book.

P.P.S. Lorna will hate this post