Running around naked…

August 24th, 2005 by lynnylchan under Uncategorized

… means you have to watch out that dangly bits don’t get caught in machinery.

Ouch.

Yes, but it’s good to be alive, you know. It’s even better if you’re a tertiary student with barely 4 hours of school each day, and lots of comfortable slacking time and freedom to do pretty much whatever you want. Yup, my life is good. And because the quality of life in general is a fickle thing that could nosedive tomorrow, celebrate today while it’s still good.

While hangin out my laundry, I sniffed the sea breeze. We live maybe 1000 metres from the sea, as the crow flies. I can see the sea from the top floors of school, so it can’t be so very far, can it? The problem with the sea breeze is that, by the time I get round to sniffing it, it’s already been through the ports, where the trailer lorries spew diesel fumes, to the construction site, possibly bringing with it cement dust, and finally through the housing estate (where thankfully dogs are not too common, or I’d be smelling poo-poo on the air). It’s not firsthand, you know? But one gets what one pays for. In my case, a $60-a-week room with a view. At least the wind is good for drying laundry.

And when I was going up the stairs, I came face to face with a squirrel. I think I know this squirrel quite well, it must be the one living in the tree outside my window. I’d never been so close to a squirrel before, and I took in its rusty-red colouring and perfect tail before it zipped off. No, I wasn’t foolish enough to try and catch it for a pet. I don’t want to be the next Veruca Salt. Besides, if those teeth can crack a nut, they can jolly well give you a nasty gash on your finger. No sucker I.

Drama auditions tonight for roles in the Dance Production, failing which I will devote myself to being a Tech Crewmember (and possibly the only girl on the team). No biggie, I’ll accept whatever comes my way. Go with the flow, sweetie. Go with the flow.

And something stupid and inane from the land of “been together too long”:
Me: Dog.
BF: Woof.
Me: Cat.
BF: Meow.
Me: Turtle.
BF: “Surf’s up, dude!”