In case you hadn't heard, the inevitable happened. It only lasted 255 days, but it was good while it lasted.


H.

The machines say he's still alive?


What about us? We don't have any beeps or wires or little white dots telling us? How do we know? I guess we just take each other's word...


Maybe we know from what people expect from us?








H.

Sunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsunsun....

Today, the weather is 'happy' and thus, so am I.

H.

Ps. I even wore shorts!

Why is it, that no matter how long you wait you always manage to burn your mouth on chicken and sweet corn soup?




H.

This is the part where the angst comes out.
This is the part where I brand you with the well-worn iron.
This is the part where you know what happens next.




H.

that's some bad hat harrison jay hughes.

Sometimes I wonder if I actually do have anorexia.... but then I remember the large mac meal I had for lunch.


H.

It usually helps, and yet rarely we want to.

Today it would.




H.

Don't you just hate it when you spend so long trying to find that perfect present for someone, that when you get home you realise it's too good to part with? #sigh




H.

I've come to the conclusion that you can gauge how .friendly' a certain area is by the number of unsolicited 'good mornings' you recieve.

This morning whilst along the Barwon river running/walking/exercising i recieved seven in the space of 5 minutes.

H.

There's something I feel I need to confess [amongst other things]....

So although you may [or may not... depending on how well you know me] think I'm strong willed, or something similar, to be honest I'm easily influenced.... PARTICULARLY BY TELEVISION.

It started many years ago, and as I grew older with more freedom [and such more control of my own life] I find it starting to become a little bit of a problem. Most notably last year with the first season of Master Chef, I somehow got myself so absorbed with cooking &c. that I had a whole Christmas In July party [complete with presents and a tree...] just as an excuse to make a croquembouche, amongst other things.

Sometime during year ten when Grey's Anatomy first aired was coincidentally when I decided I wanted to do medicine or similar at uni, and in fact just tonight whilst watching Bondi Vet  I found myself questioning why I hadn't considered being a vet, this was of course before Recruits which instilled a sense of reassurance that, if I don't do so well on the GAMSAT that I can always join the police force. But most ridiculously, owing to the fact that iPrimus (my ISP) has ABCiView unmetered, I've recently been watching a show called 'Grand Designs' which for the ignorant follows a different British couple every week who are on a quest to build their dream house. Tonight's episode featured a Yorkshire couple who bought a 16th century castle's ruins and were rebuilding it to it's former glory. Guess what? My new dream is to live in a castle. This of course, will come after I've made a living working as a surgeon, whilst owning my own restaurant and working as a vet on the weekends.

But you know what the worst of all is, Skins. After every episode (and recovering from the depressing thoughts of how boring my life is compared to them) I feel a compulsive urge to unearth the true rebel within.



H.

'so guess what time the train comes'
'what, like ...7:05?'
'7:03.'

J.

And this, is what you're missing.

In the summer of 69, those were the best days of my life.

10 up and still going strong. Somehow, i don't even care. I hope you got that much. :)

And that my friends, is what geelong is all about.... :) +7

you're you. and that's all i can think of.






J.