Hello again. I know its been ages since I posted anything, but that's life for you. So
full of nothingness that you forget to blog. But not to fear, its full steam ahead from here.
(and yes, I did make this picture used on the blog. Its no van Gogh, I know)

Im listening to The Cardigans Grand Turismo album...."Junk of the hearts" ...it reminds me
of those days you lie on your bed, your mind completely lost in thought and youre so
bored that youre hallucinating.

I didnt have a very significant easter, only one resolution : to take a brief hiatus from my online
activities in an attempt revigorate it.
So this weekend didnt include of blogworthy activities:

I did manage to damage my eyes that bit more by spending a good while in front of photoshop
and CoffeeCup HTML editor (Im learning HTML.....!!) to try and build my perfect blog. Well what
youre seeing here is the result. Its not perfect, mind you, but Im working on experimenting
with different facets of my personality to try and find the combination that makes me want to
look at it (the blog) every day. Ah the life of a perpetual introspector.

What I did find was that I missed my blogpeople, it really still continues to fry my head as
to how the heck I got so attached to everyone. Well...I was always attached to Kirstin, she's
my dream flatmate because we're alot alike in drinking too much coffee and not bitching
about who wiped the counter how many times.

Im also attached to Tateson because he's
charmed his way into my system without me even noticing - he's such an easy person to like and
makes strange things happen to women (i.e me starting to watch football....!)(Im a BA student for crying in a bucket...i don't watch sports!)

Matt because after so long he's still as mysterious as hell and I'd like to tie him down and pick his
artistic brain. I cant help but think there's alot of know-worthy things in there that might
just reshape humanity. :P

EJ is careening down the passageway of likeability because let's face it, you can't not feel attached
to such a disappointed romantic soul. Maybe its the nurturing instinct. Or the one that feels excited when
you discover that you have absolutely everything in common except hair colour and gender.

Mike. Dear Mikey. Under the emo and devastatingly fashionable clothes there's a budding businessman,
and under that there's someone that you'd like to be stuck in an elevator with. And I don't mean
in a "Indecent Proposal" kind of way. (Not that Im saying he wouldnt do that someday....naughty CEO in the elevator...!)
I'd still like to get tipsy in Burn with him and Kirst. Hearing Muse in surround sound. Ahhh


OK so now with appreciation hour over....well...I dunno. Im sure some random post is going to flow
from my mind to my fingers again today. There you go.