Abstruse Musing

So we had dinner with my cousin from England, Anna. I used to be afraid of her, I guess with her being an elder it was normal to be afraid. I remember she used to paint in her bedroom and how she forced me and William watch Oprah with her. At the tender age of 8, I didn't care for the issues discussed on Oprah. Today if I was watching Oprah, you probably can't tear me away from the television. It was nice to see her again last night, I finally got to speak to her normally. Isn't it funny how people change as they age? I've learned to fear no one, I'll even stand up to my dad when he is being unreasonable (this involves gradual escalation of your voice). However, I did notice one thing. Her face was calm, but her fists were screwed up into knots when Tommy spoke without thinking again (nothing new). I suppose this was her facade, pretending nothing happened even though he was unfaithful to her. They're engaged. I always pictured perfection in Anna and Tommy. ...

I was talking to Stephanie and she showed me a few pictures of her tortoise, William (coincidently the same name as my cousin). I love the little angel wings she made for him! She says his favourite past times include snuggling next to a log and watching cooking shows. He seems to have a lot of character and almost human from what she says. It makes me want to get a tortoise as well. Pity I'd need to study to get a reptile licence.  That has been my major set back, I'll get a tortoise one day...

S o it seems i'm fine, the doctor said I should get more rest. Yes, I took his advice. Quite literally too, I've been waking up well in the afternoon lately. Its the same routine everyday. Alarm rings. I switch it off. Climb back into bed. I tell myself 5 more minutes, but those minutes quickly turn into hours. I really should study, but i'm just lacking the motivation to right now. I just want to distract myself with anything and everything. I tell myself to stop cramming, but those those words just fall upon deaf ears. I really don't where to summon up my motivation. Maybe my motivation is to finish uni and just move away. I've always thought it would be exciting to move away to a nice place like London. I don't think i'd mind the weather there. I'm sure summers there aren't scorching hot like Australia. The notion of a scorching hot Christmas just doesn't quite seem right. Ooh, Stefanie sent me some really neat pictures from a safari she vi...