I’m in love… with skies heavy with stars, with the warm breeze in Spring, with the first dive in a cold pool With a thousand strolls along creek beds With a thousand dripping ice cream cones With a thousand adventures, like trips back to childhood I’m in love… with stilettos and trenchcoats, with arthouse theatres, with the city’s skyline With a thousand brownstone townhouses With a thousand aeroplane disembarkments With a thousand dreams of tomorrows I’m in love… with Rupert Eve...

Week 10 of the semester = crunch time. So of course it's logical that this is the time of semester that all the non-uni-related aspects of my life go crazy. It couldn't be any other way. Alternative title for this entry: Murphy's Law Governs My Life. In fact, maybe that should just be the name of my blog. Right now I'm at uni with a pile of books on Australia-United States relations sitting beside me, waiting to be read and turned into an essay by Friday. Two hours ago I had a group m...

There's stuff I want to write about today but after three false starts to this entry I think I'm going to talk about something else. The thing with blogging is that no one or everyone can read what you write... and really, if no one or everyone was going to read it there wouldn't be too much of a problem. Ack, I'm talking rubbish now. I'm going to go and deal with my problems via a non-Internet related medium. Catch ya.

Hi everyone, I'm feeling decidely contemplative tonight -- it's become something of a trend over the past few weeks. After what's almost been a year of repressing my feelings in one area of my life I'm finally beginning to start thinking about it again and that's made me... well, thoughtful. See, my heart is in the Isle of Wight (in the figurative sense, of course), a fact which I've been trying to forget for the past year. Well to be quite precise, over the course of that year my heart ...