Saturday, March 29, 2008

My mother, when she called that week, asked me if I was happy. If I was still punching walls or upset in any way.

I told her yes, I am. I look forward to going for classes (even the ones dominated by excitable American exchange students) and devour readings. I like to spend time eating ice cream in Newtown and having coffee on City Road, going to the zoo to oogle apathetic animals, sleepovers, bottles of wine, potlucks, wrapping up for cold weather, watching the leaves turn, walking through the city in the dark with him, adding to my bookshelf.

I told her I was happy.

Honest.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

It's not a fantastic idea to tag me given that the first sentence of my three is: "[(a) subject to subsections (2A) and 2(B), state the number of shares comprised in that share capital in which the person making the notification knows he had material interests immediately after the time when the obligation arose, or...]"

I don't think anyone is interested in the next two sentences. On the other hand, I wouldn't be me if I didn't have a cheeky book hidden in my drawer (which is further from me than my statue book).

"But there were many journalists present and events immediately found their way into the press. Shelley wrote the angry and impassioned poem 'The Masque of Anarchy' as a response. Though there was widespread outrage, the government of the day supported the army and the magistrates."-- Pies and Prejudice: In search of the North, by Stuart Maconie.

Glor, you've only posted one sentence. It says you should post three sentences.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Book meme!

Tagged by a Khayce.

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

Am reading Dreams of Speaking by Gail Jones for my lit class.

... families, tragically distinctive, but blendings of each, patched compositions. So it was between siblings, who moved in and out of contact, and parents and children, who shared immense histories, in which nothing was irrelevant, but learn and relearn, and then relearn again, how to get on in the demanding present.

(and the paragraph ends)

I tagg~

My sister
Bern
Alexial
Scha
Jenny

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Oh! You are talking about me here also? You who cannot even match my face to my name? I thought I had met many, but it seems that you are in vast supply!

Oh! You make me feel like a celebrity!