i love Corn

:: peers around corner looking for pornperson :: oh well.

i am currently embarking on a New Knitted Hat. this one is going to have a little impish peak at the back, and be red and black. tis in cotton, so it should be nice and cool for the summertime, when we all, obviously need idiotic imp hats. see, i am proud to say there is something deeply absurd about my hat wearing. i love them. and i know they look sort of stupid. but that is part of the love.

in other news, i think i broke my camera. now begins the Reminding Richard about his Unwanted Canon. and then making sweet sweet love to it. arghsghd... (that was a drooling sound, ok.)

tonight is the night for the 'city of the lost children', which is an historic film for me personally. when i saw it first, i was in year 12. my friends all invited me out with them to see riverfire at southbank. i chose to stay home and watch a movie recommended by my pen-pal, on my blurry SBS reception which involved kicking the tv ever few minutes to try and make the reception improve. (it didn't). at this stage, we were nothing more than pen-pals, but my infactuation with him knew no bounds. this was the point i understood that i cared more about what interested me - like a facinating movie - then going out with friends for the sake of it. that, and i Really liked that pen-pal. i have a fond feeling for that younger me, and a wonderment at how much time passes in five years.

work slow and awkward today. heavy atmosphere, everyone seemed frustrated and stuck. contrasting with my Jolly Mood.

i have ginger wine. last time i drank ginger wine was NY, and Lachlan got so drunk he vomited all over the foyer in a really posh hotel. i, for some totally inexplicable reason, remained completely sober, and dragged him home. it was his 20th birthday. i drank a whole bottle of the stuff, and it gave me a rash. oh, that was a wild night of ... well... strangeness. N insulted lachlan, and i saw red. i thought he was in love with her still, and i talked about the mess i was in, without mentioning that i, you know, was in love with him as well now. and it was damn cold. this ginger wine experience will surely be less cold. and probably less traumatic.

the second top button on my shirt keeps popping.