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Out and about.
Nov. 6th, 2008 01:56 pmThere was a TV playing in Centrelink and it was "The View". They were playing clips of Obama's speech. I swear, it was the first time I ever grinned stupidly in that hellhole! LOL!
I finished putting in application for disability - now to hear if I've got it or not. The wait begins!
The ocean was beautiful today. It's a windy, stormy time, but there are moments where the sunshine breaks through. A lot of people only like the beach when it's sunny and warm. I think only liking the beach when it's sunny and warm is like only loving a woman when she's in a good mood. The beach can be gentle and relaxing and warm, or it can be bracing and windy and cold. It can be savage and tempestuous, with sand biting into your legs in the hard wind. But the wind tousles the dune grasses and whips the sea up into a fervent passion, and there's nothing like huddling in warm clothes in a car, watching the beach survive all that water and wind can throw at it. The white caps and the breakers pounding the limestone reefs - it's terrible and wonderful and I can't imagine missing it. It's what people don't see when they view the beach as a free, tidal swimming pool. The sea can be vicious, but by God, do I love her for it.
In other news, Dick Smith electronics are a sneaky bunch of handless bastards. But they're a sneaky bunch of handless bastards offering the cheapest laptops around, so tomorrow I shall be borrowing money from my parents to buy one. I hate borrowing money from them, but I'm really, *really* desperate for a laptop right now. I haven't written in months and it's sending me INSANE. I miss writing my stories. The relaxation I got from it, the flight of imagination, I need it for my sanity. I felt like I wasn't powerless when I was writing all the time. I felt like my mind made up for the things my body couldn't do any more. (Running, being incredibly athletic, etc). Never mind the fact that Amaryllis is one of the most important projects of my life and I haven't done anything for it writing-wise in months. (I've started an introduction to the Encyclopaedia but that doesn't require huge creative concentration).
Oh, and I saw the coolest man in Perth at Centrelink this morning. Of all places. He had the hugest afro I have ever seen, in real life or in media, he had an a-line dark jacket on, flares, a brown scarf a little darker than his skin and a friendly smile that needed a wah-wah guitar soundtrack behind it. I just wanted to make friends cause he looked AWESOME. I am one woman under a groove and boy, it's nice to see other people similarly grooved out.
I finished putting in application for disability - now to hear if I've got it or not. The wait begins!
The ocean was beautiful today. It's a windy, stormy time, but there are moments where the sunshine breaks through. A lot of people only like the beach when it's sunny and warm. I think only liking the beach when it's sunny and warm is like only loving a woman when she's in a good mood. The beach can be gentle and relaxing and warm, or it can be bracing and windy and cold. It can be savage and tempestuous, with sand biting into your legs in the hard wind. But the wind tousles the dune grasses and whips the sea up into a fervent passion, and there's nothing like huddling in warm clothes in a car, watching the beach survive all that water and wind can throw at it. The white caps and the breakers pounding the limestone reefs - it's terrible and wonderful and I can't imagine missing it. It's what people don't see when they view the beach as a free, tidal swimming pool. The sea can be vicious, but by God, do I love her for it.
In other news, Dick Smith electronics are a sneaky bunch of handless bastards. But they're a sneaky bunch of handless bastards offering the cheapest laptops around, so tomorrow I shall be borrowing money from my parents to buy one. I hate borrowing money from them, but I'm really, *really* desperate for a laptop right now. I haven't written in months and it's sending me INSANE. I miss writing my stories. The relaxation I got from it, the flight of imagination, I need it for my sanity. I felt like I wasn't powerless when I was writing all the time. I felt like my mind made up for the things my body couldn't do any more. (Running, being incredibly athletic, etc). Never mind the fact that Amaryllis is one of the most important projects of my life and I haven't done anything for it writing-wise in months. (I've started an introduction to the Encyclopaedia but that doesn't require huge creative concentration).
Oh, and I saw the coolest man in Perth at Centrelink this morning. Of all places. He had the hugest afro I have ever seen, in real life or in media, he had an a-line dark jacket on, flares, a brown scarf a little darker than his skin and a friendly smile that needed a wah-wah guitar soundtrack behind it. I just wanted to make friends cause he looked AWESOME. I am one woman under a groove and boy, it's nice to see other people similarly grooved out.
