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Location: Melbourne's shining streets, Victoria, Australia

This is a story. This is pure fiction. This is a test. ...but for you or for me? ~.~ On a sunshine filled day like today, I had all the time in the world for you. We lay on our backs in the grass, dancing silhouettes of the canopy above us, tiny little pockets of light escaping through, like sparkling diamonds another world away... In the light, in the noise of all that clarity, we never did communicate very well... ~.~

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Isobel

"In a forest pitch dark, glowed the tiniest spark.
It burst into a flame."

That will be the beginning of my next story. Based on Bjork and Plagiarism. Luke Warm is half finished and stuck... I have had four interviews in three days. I think I am all interviewed out. Miss Catdog and I made a pie and burnt the bottom, then I took some home with me and burnt the top. It was still good! I got a job selling scratchy tickets at the footy, then decided that standing in the freezing cold and making fifty cents per ticket sold isn't going to be worth it. I also unenrolled from a subject I really want to do. So if I don't get a job soon, I may just go to the lectures and buy the reading material anyway. The passion is ending and I don't want it to.. so I read extra slow. I did a lot of driving and getting lost today. Other universities are so much scarier than Melbourne. Might be going out tonight. Fingers crossed, it's been a long time
xx

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