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Monday, October 10, 2005

Monday night musings.

Deep breath. Alright, here goes. I have a crush on a year twelve boy. There. How embarassing.

There's this lad who catches the same ferry that I do. Without fail, as the 3.10pm Rivercat ex Circular Quay pulls up to Milson's Point wharf and surrounded by a rabble of posh junior private school kids, he steps aboard. He's like this solitary tall figure towering over a flock of little kids. Blue blazer, blue and yellow tie. Baby face. Broad shouldered. And short, dark and scruffy surfy hair.

I've never spoken to him, and I don't think I could. But I've heard his voice though. It's a lot deeper than you'd think, just by the look of him. Of course now that year twelve has finished for him, he won't be catching my ferry anymore. Le sigh.

Bear in mind that I'm only nineteen and he's only two years younger than me, tops. So it's not as wrong as it could be.


This week, I conducted the interviews with my friends for my EDUF2007 project, which has now been dubbed 'Drug and Alcohol Education in Schools: Reflections'. There had to be a colon in the title. I remember some wise words from Dr. Karl about it. Come to think of it, I can't remember what he said at all, but for some reason it was important to have a colon. But I digress.

Of course, for ethical reasons, I can't really say much about the reponses I got - not until we finish the report at least, university policy and such. But I'm surprised by what I've found: my mates are a bunch of quite sensible people. I mean, not that their sensibleness is what surpises me - I've always acknowledged their sensibility. Only when it's-- erm-- measured, I suppose, does one really come to terms with it. You know what? They rock. I wouldn't entrust my life with anyone else.


Sometime in the future, I intend to change my name. I'm playing around with some different given names at the moment - Ben for example, but I'm almost definitely going to change my surname to my Mum's. And thus concludes my Monday night musings.


Listening to:
Title: Semi-charmed Life
Artist: Third Eye Blind
Album/station: Third Eye Blind (1997)
Length: 4.30