The thing that guides us, determines our existence. Also an entity which grasps us, takes us by the throat and slaps us in the face. No matter what we do, we can't escape it. The unstoppable machine ever marching on into the future, never once looking back, leaving nothing to dwell on, taking us all for the ride.

Coincidentally today is my brother's 20th birthday. twenty. two zero. a day when, i decided to look for pictures from my 5th birthday. and discovered oh so much more. Oh how me, you, and the world, has changed, for the better? I'm not one to judge. But what I can be sure of, those memories I hold close to me, can never be relived, lost forever, but for the 6 by 4 snapshots of smiling toothless faces, stupid homemade Easter bunny hats, and of course those many Christmas costumes.

Also somewhere in one of the many photo albums, right between 'Ben's 2nd Birthday' and "Pa's 60th" were a few simple words, written in such obvious joy, it gave me all the evidence I needed. The proof that this world wanted me here after all;

HARRISON HUGHES,

19/12/1991 - 2.804Kg

What do you do, when you ask the girl you've had a crush on for like forever out, and they take it the wrong way and think you're just going out as friends?

So I just spent the last hour and a half going back though time... via the 'photo's of me' thingo on facebook. How I wish it was last december, when everything was good. When life was good. When I was actually happy.

In fact no, I just wish it was anytime but now.

Those little things, mere pixels on a computer screen, oh how they can torment you with lost memories, friendships, and the people you used to know.

Time brings change. Change of circumstance; personality; likabilty, oh and my hair seems to have grown a bit too. :P

As, far as seasons go, why is winter always shunned?

Beside the point though, because this blog has nothing to do with that. So this is the blog I was going to write 8 days ago. But now, it doesn't seem so relevant. None-the-less, the main theme of that blog would have been the 'epic-ness' of SURGE camp [and more specifically the people there].

The existence of the higher being has however, been questioned recently. Sure, I'm completely a science and evolution kinda guy, but when your exposed to the sheer passion two-hundred people have towards someone, something, they have no clear evidence of, you do have to stop and think.

So why go?

Well I'm not sure entirely. But I know he had nothing to do with it. Ms Foo and myself have been friends now for what seems forever, yet there was this whole other side, a whole different aspect of her life i knew nothing about. And now, I have but a glimpse of that other side.

In other news; the place of learning must be returned to tomorrow. However, the work associated with returning to that place has yet to be completed. I shall deal with that hurdle when it comes. On a side note, I just remembered about Symph tomorrow morning. Pity I haven't practised in two weeks. [ironically the background music to 'Dirty Harry' the sunday night movie, is an overbreathed flute.

Actually, winter's not all that bad; quite liking the knits of this season. :P

"I'm a big boy, you know. You could have just told me."

What he should have realised though, is that she chose to withhold what she
did, not because she felt he couldn't take what she had to say, but instead she
couldn't bare to tell him. Couldn't work up the courage to reveal the part of
herself she felt so ashamed about.

So you know that day which comes just after Saturday, but right before Monday? Yeah well we call that Sunday.

So a while ago I decided that, due to lack of wall space I would stick photos to my ceiling. Yeah not the smartest idea I know. So you can imagine they fall down quite periodically.

Exhibit A;

Its been a while since I started doing it, and such some of the first ones I stuck up have begin to come off, but when they do, are you inclined to put them straight back? I mean like, to be frank some people I don't consider as 'friends' anymore, and such I don't particularly want to restick. But then if I don't, I feel way guilty, even though I know that they're never going to see the inside of my room [again]. So there's my dilemma.

And if you don't put them back; then what do you do with the photo? I mean I paid at least a whole ten cents for it, surely its destined for a greater purpose than landfill?

so i just managed to follow my own blog accidentally. seriously; google needs to improve their interface with the whole following/friend/etc thing.

Ok so like this one night, we had this thing called a formal right, and like there was this afterparty, and it had a bar and like I was so happy, cos like I have ID right, and so like I had money to burn, and like alc is just so good right, and I like got a bit drunk right, and now I don't really remember but like people have been saying that like it was strange to see me more outgoing, which isn't totes a bad thing, right? but like then apparently i might have been doing a few things that like I shouldn't have been, and so like now every one has been asking me things. the end.

moral of the story; Don't get drunk [in front of people you know]

Hmm, Well I'm not going to write everything so here are the Highlights in bite sized pieces. :) ;

- Limo.... need i say more?
- Seeing everyone actually put in an effort.
- Oh how could I forget? Felicia-formal partner. :)/:P
- India, I'm not sure what, but yes. Seeing her last night made me happy :).
- Photowhoring to the max. (once Facey decides to work, you'll see that 96.7% of the photos I took, were of me... [and usually someone else.. :P ])
- seeing people I haven't seen in ages; steff, lavinia, diana.
- Taxi Fighting. ROFL.No its MY taxi!
- ZOMG Afterparty. need I say more?
- Overage wristband = alcohol = Baileys, Smirnoff, Carton Draught, Tequila = :S / :)
- Getting drunk so I just didn't care. :P
- Sobering up enough to be able to stand + dance jump around stupidly. :P
- Randomly running into Gab and Ben from work. Gab = I haven't seen in 8 months+

- Flinders maccas + guess who + happy meals. = extra happy.
- First train home.
- Ringing dad to pick me up from the stn at the same time he normally gets up for Work.
- The morning paper beat me home, but I beat the garbage truck! :P
- Facing the decision of whether or not to actually
sleep, letting twitter decide.