Once upon a time there was a girl. Whom it seemed we became friends almost overnight. The world seemed against her. Well, school at least- a place half our world anyway. I could never understand why. What had she done? Nothing - thats all I could gather.

Did I care? Of course; it hurt everytime I heard people utter those cruel demeaning words. I knew exactly what it was like. But did I really care? For the time of consequence came and went, and I did little but sit there and let things pass on by. The one time I could have been there to intervene. I mean sure; it may not have changed anything; but thats not the point. How can I consider myself a friend when I let that happen?

If you ever want to see me again, I'll only have these words to say; 'I'm sorry'.

Feet are something that can't be explained, at least to the full extent of what they represent.But here is one such attempt to do so.Strength, safety,and comfort. It's like your Feet create a fortress, where nothing can get through. They protect from everything outside, and keep in whatever's left, promising to gently hold everything together at the most precarious moments, when things threaten to fall apart. In that moment, everything else dissolves, and nothing matters as long as I'm on your feet. Security and acceptance. It's amazing, the feeling of love, of being loved just because, that comes from such a simple action. You've taken me in, so you must not abhor me.Warmth. Another layer wrapped around you like a thick doona, shielding away the coldness of the world.Confidence and intimacy. To have someone that close, that every beat of their heart is heard, knowing the silence and words between you are just yours.Last but not least, the simple things. Goodbye. Thank you. I'm sorry. I adore you. You're amazing.


Jokes. :P

So today at work i got bored. And so actaully impletemented the McDonald's practise of 'small talk'. This is what I learnt.

• The forty-something mother of three, had a busy day. She spent the majority of it at a wiggles concert, and now is on the way to calesthenics, just after her [Tall Skinny Latte] has been made.
• The Boyfriend and Girlfriend Chocolate sundae-ers through drive-thru hate it when they don't get enough topping on their sundaes.
• The Lady with the Qaurter no cheese, has spent the day relaxing, and couldn't be bothered making dinner.
• The old couple quite enjoy an apple pie and seniors white coffee once in a while. They shall be back again next week.
• The Large Crispy Deluxe with bacon meal [with a chocolate shake] man would prefer a seared patty, than wait 6 mintues.
• The 50cent cone - Sacre Cour school girl remembers me from yesterday. She said hello to me at the station. I am now known as 'Maccas Boy' [untill she saw my name badge.]
• The two maccas hangers bribed their friends for money, and only got enough for two cones, one with a flake. [That should be an argument and a half LOL]
• The Large 10 nugget, big mac, mcChicken, and Fillet meal [all with coke zero], would just like to check she recieved her sauce while the drive thru beeps.
• The Extra-topping chocolate sundae car would like the extra topping on the bottom.
• The Two Large Bigmac meal guys find it ammusing to call me 'Harrison Ford'.
• The two tall hazelnut latte [and occasional hotchocolate] guy doesn't want hazelnut today. Go figure. Still wants a cup tray as usual though.
• 6 raspberry friand woman is devestated that they 'aren't fresh'. she chooses minimuffins instead.
• Middle Aged mother can't hear me through the orderbox. She has to drive around to order. She hates it when this happens.
• 'Medium bigmac meal, without pickles or 10:1, add mcChicken patty, with a medium chocolate shake' girl obviously worked at maccas before. Burwood east; i was right.
• Discount required for Georgia. Her number ONE card has been renewed. She is from KEW.
• Tall Skinny Latte with equal; Tall half strenth extra hot latte w 4 sugars; and ham and cheese toasted sandwich would appreciate it if i could bring them out to her. Guy sitting with her thanked me greatly.
• The crispy snackwrap d/t girl likes my hair. #3 hair comment for the hour.
• Double Cheeseburger no meat meal got no cheese as well. He doesn't mind waiting a minute for a new one.

Somewhere between 10pm and 12am there is a time, a vast expanse of time, reserved solely for the use of exploiting 'YES' time. Today was a mere 73:31. Although only a sixth of the time i spend at school with these people, more is learnt in every minute of conversation than in three hours than at that ghastly educational institution. Perhaps that, because even though the call today is free, usually they are not, and such feel obliged to make use of every moment.

Hmm and to think how much money I would save if i didn't have phone. I just worked out I spend on average 20 minutes ever day on that stupid thing, and send 7.74 texts. Thats $15.93 every day. : [of course 'YES' time is a major compenent and such this figure isn't entirely correct... and i'm on a cap. so i don't actually pay that much, but just think if i was still on prepaid!]

WatchOUT BELGRAVERS! EQUIPMENT FAULTS= major delay.

What is it about it?

Could it be the room full of sweaty smelly people? surely not.
How about the total exhaustion? I don't think so.
Maybe the rolls of flab bouncing every which way? definately no.

So why do suckers like me fork out $60+ a month to go to a gym, and do exercise, which quite frankly we can get for free everytime we run for that train, carry that wheighty school bag home, or get two more boxes of fries from the freezer?

I'll tell you why; its all to do with the vibe. There is something about those places we call 'gyms'. From the moment you walk thru the door, it washes over you. Like your very own biggest loser. The pumping music, the whur of those crosstrainers, and of course the yelling of the instuctor from the 6:45 body pump class. And despite what people say about gyms, no one judges. So what you can't handle more than 6.5km/h on the mill, or can't lift 36kg on a lateral body press? Everyone starts somewhere, and those very reason are why we go to the gym in the first place.

Having said that, competition always wins out. The satisfaction of running that little bit faster than the person next to you [and of course sneaking a peak at their display], or even just moving the weight setting up.Those are the things which drive you. Your motivation.

That 5 minute walk home makes the $63.54 alone all worth it. The one fleeting moment in my day, where I feel as if I have acomplished something. And then, Happiness; for no reason at all.

And for the record; this blog made me miss the gruen transfer.[and] I just ate a bananasplit, complete with full-fat ice-cream, choc topping, powder, and you know... 1/4 of a block of cadbury's, just cos I can. What a fatty.

Oh and I decided the direction of my life today. har... my desert got more of a mention than that. How ammusing. [and such registered for the UMAT]