Admittedly I don't hate summer...

"If I had my will, I would live in a ship on the sea and never come nearer to humanity than that!"

- Eleonora Duse 

People, as a general rule, are always shocked at the similarities between my brother and I. At first glance I guess you could say we're polar opposites. I'm blond (dyed), blue eyed and rather pale. He has dark brown hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. 

He's the outgoing sporty one, while I'm the quiet brooding nerd.

So when I say to people that he has read all the books I have, they go a little slack-jawed. The sporty one reads? The nerdy one plays basketball? WTH!?

Never the less we've always shared everything, including our love of literature.

So I awoke this fine morning to my dear brother pounding on my door. He was in town and wanted to use my library card to get books out.

Now, he lives with mum and dad at the moment, so I don't see why he doesn't just get his own card, instead of harassing me every time he wants a book (Not to mention 3 am phone calls asking what good books I have at home that he hasn't read yet).

Dragging my body out of bed I dressed and walked outside. Oh joy of joys, the heat wave is broken! A fine misty drizzle settled on my messy bed hair and sprinkled on my upturned face. Suddenly I was glad to be up and awake! With the promise of a free breakfast as well, today started pretty well!

Now that I'm laying on my bed room floor, listening to Tom Waits and msn-ing my crazy friend it's occurred to me that the majority of my online friends are from the northern hemisphere. They've been complaining about snow and ice for the past month, while I've melted under the Australian sun.

This occurred to me because I mentioned my glee at the rain to my friend, who is American.

"Urg tell me about it I'm hating on the rain and sleet, bring on summer."

"You're kidding right? Fucking love winter, I can't wait!"

"You're crazy!"

"YOU'RE crazy!"

Clearly she doesn't join me in my celebration.

But she doesn't live where I do.

Admittedly I don't hate summer...I just get tired of the heat waves distorting the air, the constant unclean feeling because you do NOT stop sweating, my inability to sleep when night time is hotter than a pleasant day. Yes some parts of the season are nice, mainly the holidays and the relaxed atmosphere caused by said heat and the fact that no one wants to exert themselves in it. Yes, most people claim that summer is great because you can go to the beach. Well technically guys you can do that in winter, you're just a bunch of sissies and don't want to get chilly.

-end rant-

Anyhow, because I am in an exceptionally good mood I thought I'd post :D

Harry Potter and the Pincers of Hilarity

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Browsing deviantArt while watching the 6th HP movie, found this and pissed myself laughing XD

Justin Beiber is on my TV! GAH!

"I'm your knight-mare in shining armor / bringing horror"
-Wednesday 13

Haven't written anything in a while, and I'm now sitting on the floor watching David Letterman simply because I can't be arsed to get up and change the channel. And, while I'm sitting here, starting to eye off that half empty vodka bottle, I can't help but think about change.

Change, that thing that can be so very versatile. It can spring out at you first thing in the morning, waking you rudely and demanding you put a dressing gown on so you can get in the car and drive to the hospital. It can give you a pleasant jolt in the pit of your stomach when the guy you like smiles shyly and asks you out. And it can sneak up on you, slowly, creeping into your life until you don't realize it's there.

All three of these forms are familiar to me, but the one I hate is the last one.

For example, my best friend. She's the girl who understands my sick humor without having to have it explained. She doesn't wince when I tell a dead baby joke, or suggest we stay out in another city, not even thinking of going home till the sun is well and truly risen. She's the one who will make me laugh even during a crisis, and who will get me the hell outta a place I don't want to be in.

But since the end of high school things have changed. We don't see each other as often as we used to. I got a boyfriend, so I have to share my time with both of them, I can't spend all my time laying in her lounge room watching Skins and eating chocolate. But I still thought that we were as close as ever.

Now I'm not sure.

Tomorrow, four of us were going to go to a water park together. We arranged it last weekend, and she said that she'd come, had nothing else to do since she quit her job. Come this morning however, I give her a ring, and she ignores my first call. Not out of character, so I don't worry about it. But then when she does answer she tells me she isn't going anymore. No definable reason, just that she's staying at another friends house tonight. But the thing that's getting under my skin is the fact that she didn't text me or call me to tell me. She texted Kate, the other girl who is going.

Yes, there's probably a reason, quite possibly a very valid excuse for why she didn't tell me first, but it still hurts. I still think of her as my best mate, but I'm no longer sure she thinks of me the same way.

This on top of the fact that we were going to move in together, and she's bailed on that plan at the last minute, and that she's changed a LOT in this past year...it's making me feel like that bitch Change has crept into my life yet again and taken away the person I always thought would be there.

I suppose I'm just getting nostalgic in my old age (19) but I miss the way things used to be. I love my life, I love my boy friend and my new friends, but I hate that I seem to have drifted away from the old. Anna was the first person I told that I had depression, the first I told that my dad is dying, the first who knew I was bi. I miss our talks and walking 11 kilometres in the middle of the night because we couldn't sleep. Swimming in jeans in the middle of winter and playing make believe in the woods.
I miss how we were always both as immature as each other, and how we always knew what the other was thinking. I miss being a matched set with her.

I hate growing up and growing apart and missing who she used to be.

But I hope that this year might be better than the last, and that we might become closer again. I'm hoping that I can keep all the people that I love close.