A Writer's Journal

I have to keep a writing journal for my writing class at university. So far, out of the 12 days I have had it, I've written in it four times. I'm supposed to be writing in it every day.

I've noticed I mostly write in it after midnight. And upon reading back over some of that stuff, half of it doesn't make sense. It may inspire a story someday, but it really doesn't make sense.

Since there's nothing extravagantly personal in it yet, I wanted to share some of these wonderfully thoughtful little anecdotes with you.

I really don't understand how my brain functions.

25.02.15

• I love the sound of the train pulling into the station. The high pitched whistle on the electric line at Joondalup.
• Tinnitus. Persistent ringing of the ears.
• A man driven insane by tinnitus.
• What does PTSD do to us? Is the war worth it if our soldiers are returning home broken?
• "For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord. "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope, and a future" - Jeremiah 29:11
• What if one day, you asked someone for directions, they gave you the wrong directions, and it altered the whole course of your life?

28.02.15

I apparently now have an imaginary hairless cat named Emperor Zurg. Ok then.

How do you tell someone you like them? It seems so easy, but it's so not easy. It's the most nerve wracking thing ever. I don't understand why. It's just telling another person that you have potentially romantic feelings for them. I tend to break things down like that when they're stressing me out. It doesn't actually make it any better.

I'm trying to write. JJ is meant to be getting food poisoning. So far it's not happening.

An unfamiliar song is playing on my iTunes. But I can just tell it's from the London Olympic Dreams album.

I was right.

Playing 'Would you rather marry?' via text with Damian.

I should write a story about a dancer battling injuries. Neuritis, ankle sprains, bad shoulders and knees. 

A mother watching her sick child receive chemo.

What is wrong with the world today? 

Apparently everything.

This pen is hard to read. This is why I don't handwrite these days. So much effort.

Mittens' human.

I swear all my best material comes forth after midnight.

3.03.15 - (this is a drafting of ideas for my presentation for this unit)

• An evil beast, winding its claw-like tentacles through my her daughter's brain.
• Every day brought a new enemy.
• The clear liquid winding through the tubing. Looks like water, yet it is so damaging toxic, it can burn skin.
• Covered with a bag to protect it from the light. Yet to protect her daughter, it has to cause so much harm.
• The room is so dark, da as dark as the cloud hanging over her family.
• Her daughter, who was supposed to grow up, graduate high school, fall in love, and explore the world.
• There is no God. There Since that fateful day, she had not once believed in a god.

4.03.15

All I can think about is AJ's baby. It was just SO unexpected! She hid it brilliantly. It's hard to explain, but it's almost alien to see her pregnant. It's been 7 years since she had Mekhai. It's like I forgot she is still capable of reproducing. I think she may actually have had trouble conceiving, judging by her Instagram [caption].

The shock has worn off. To think we always wanted her to have another baby and now she is.

We thought they had settled on one.

I'm so happy for her and Nathan. AJ looks beautiful, confident, happy and proud.

I can't wait for July!

On the other hand (literally), my wrist is very bruised and painful. I hope I haven't chipped a bone. I do love that contemporary dance though. I love contemporary. Can we do it in the concert?

9.03.15

Trying not to laugh in a lecture while writing about a character hopped up on oxycodone after surgery.

I'm sure there's more wonderful pieces of wisdom where those came from. Stay tuned!

Xo.

Corpse Foot Jigs

To the minority that may actually be reading this, my day was a little interesting. Just a little. Not a lot.

As a university student on 'study break' (waste of time. I have never studied, although now would be a good time to start), I can sleep in quite late these days. My sisters, aged 14 and 11, leave for school at 7:50 and 8:10am respectively. But they are so freaking LOUD in the morning! They argue, and crash things around, slam doors, stomp on the tiles...it's a wonder I haven't killed one yet. Anyway, I was woken around 7:30 by my youngest sister clinking her spoon as she stirred her tea.

After 2 more hours of very uncomfortable sleep (you know when you're tired and you're dozing but not quite fully asleep and you just can't get comfortable?), I pulled myself out of bed. After Mum rang home to get me to run an errand, I ended up driving up to the shopping center to see her at work (funnily enough, I also work there).

I hung around long enough to annoy her and then came back home to make lunch. Lunch was not exciting. I don't normally eat big meals during the day, which is probably so bad for my diet, but I just don't have the motivation to cook a healthy meal. Anyway, today I was unusually hungry when I got back home, so it was a 'what can I excavate out of the freezer today' kind of situation.

Yeah, it was kinda sad. I salvaged some pan ready paratha bread (Indian flatbread that is greasy as all get out), and fried up three of those. While they were cooking...

...I danced around my house to Albannach - more specifically 'Corpse Foot Jigs' and 'Auld Nick's A Piper'. For clarification, Albannach (THE MIGHTY NACH) is a Scottish tribal pipes and drums band. There is something liberating about their music. Dad doesn't think so ("drive your car to Nana's and couldn't figure out how to work the bloody radio so I had to listen to your bloody bagpipes the whole way. TEN SONGS"), but I feel like the Scottish beast (I know some people will laugh at me for that, laugh all you like) inside of me just lets itself out.

After dancing like I was at a Scottish festival (maybe I'll do that when I go to Scotland), I lounged around and watched The Social Network (2010), which honestly wasn't exactly enthralling. It was interesting and had me Googling all different things about Facebook, I'll give it that, but it was kind of...flat.

Then I had to pick up the monsters and take them to my grandma's, which I do every Tuesday afternoon, and of course that means I get to see my FAVOURITE little monster. Boyd. He's a cheeky little feral but my god this kid is cute.

(I mean, come on. This kid is ADORABLE)

He was being a little turkey as usual until I took him out the back to look at the fish pond in my grandparents' backyard. He liked that until he realised he can see the cars on the road from the backyard. So off we went to stand on the fence while he waved 'bye bye' to every car that went past. He did learn a new word though.

Bus.

Bravo cutiepie.

So after surviving the drive home (there are some serious idiots out there), I lounged again, and then had to go to dancing. Nothing really exciting to share from that except we finished two concert routines tonight and by the end of it, I was sweating like a pig. And my childhood cancer ribbon was stabbing me in the chest so I had to pin it to my shorts.

Fun times.

Catcha later.