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I started writing a story the other day. I figured since these past few months have been eventful and fucked up yet also happy that I could use my own life experiences, turn it into some sort of melodramatic, adolescent novel. With a few name changes here and there of course. Lauren Conrad and Nicole Richie did it, why can't I? Turns out writing it all down was a lot harder than I imagined. It's all too fresh still and if I write it down then I'm forced to face what has actually happened. I still haven't wrapped my head around it all and the drama still lives on. The novel will have to wait. At least until I come to some sort of conclusion.

7 days until applications are due. Still nothing. Shit.

Limbo.

I'm stuck in some sort of Limbo. It's possibly the worst place to ever be in. You haven't quite reached that happiness you're fighting for but you also haven't fallen completely rock botttom. Stuck in the middle and confused as all hell. Every next move you make is crucial to which direction you'll go next. Again, it's the worst. I'm fairly certain about what I want but it takes two (in my case anyway) to really gain that happy outcome. Being a very impatient person at times, I'm getting very ancy being stuck in Limbo. If Heaven is a cool place and Hell a hot place, then what temperature is Limbo? An average of 25 degrees? Slightly cloudy with the possiblity of rain? Do I carry an umberella or not? A jacket perhaps?! Bloody hell, the confusion you find yourself in Limbo is enough to throw yourself off a bridge! Erm, well perhaps not that drastic but ya know what I mean, it's frustrating. But like all great things, they take time. Time and patience and I reckon a light cardigan will suffice.

teenagers or mutants?

For the last two days I've been trapped in Capeside. Well not technically, but I have been trapped inside my house (due to being awfully sick) sitting in front of the tv with endless Dawson's Creek dvds. Perhaps it was the fever but something inside of me wanted to relive my early teenage years and boy did I ever. Those Capeside kids are possibly the biggest drama noobs ever in the history of tv shows. But I loved them. And I secretly still do. But I still don't understand a word they're saying. They use about 5 different adjectives to describe every emotion. Dawson (who is a douche) was quoted as saying "once you've disposed your pleasantries you'll leave..". What the fuck does that mean??? No 16 year old talks like that! A boy/girl conversation at that age when talking about 'relationships' would consist of, "So what's up?", "nothin, wanna go out with me?", "oh yeah I spose", "cool", "cool". The End.

But don't get me wrong. They do go off the rails at times. Joey enjoyed one too many beers once. It resulted in her pretty much sober anyway by the end of the episode saying "I know, I know, I shouldn't use alcohol to solve my problems". Good girl Joey. And Andy did take Ecstasy once at a Rave! She collapsed and then decided that her 'troubles' had gotten too much so she flew away to Italy, leaving the show because she took one damn pill. Probably for the best. Drugs have no home in Capeside.

In all fairness though, this tv show got me through early high school and it did distract me from what ever illness held me captive all weekend. So thank you Capeside. Thank you to all your melodramatic and overly mature teenagers that deep down, I will always hold a candle for.

Once Upon A Time.....

Today's date is making me cringe with frustration and guilt every time I write it down. Which seems to be a lot today. September the 8th. TAFE applications are due in on the 30th of September and I have done nothing for it. No folio. No application. Nothing. I guess it's the fear that I won't produce anything good that is stopping me. I've been drawing but what I really need is a story and that is proving a lot more difficult than I thought. I was so much more ambitious as a child. I would sit holed up in my room for hours thinking up adventure stories and drawing gardens filled with fairies covered in glitter. I once collaged my entire bedroom door in pictures that I loved and notes that I'd kept. Where did that creativeness go? I know. It's been lost in hazy nights out that spilled over the course of three days (usually) and then pushed to the side on days to catch up on sleep and facebook procastiation. Before beer, wine and facebook I was a good kid. A creative kid. And now all I want to do is shut myself in my room with my glitter and notepad and bring back that ambition, just like a little Jen once upon a time did.

September......

One golden pear. One ugly brown coffee mug. One empty bowl that once held lentil pasta. Two pencils. One almost dead ipod. One book. Countless coloured paperclips. One almost empty Lucas Papaw Ointment. Three post-it notebooks. One silent phone. Damn.


It's the second day of Spring and I must say I have started this season out rather nicely. The last day of Winter, dinner and a movie with my favourite girls. We ate Grill'd burgers in under 5 mintues as we were late for the movie. But that still didn't stop Hannah and I racing to Safeway to stock up on chocolate. We shared a very quick but fulfilling catch up as we tried to make a snap decision on which chocolate to buy. In the middle of telling each other stories of weekends past it was 'maltesars or lollies?'. We sat down just as the lights went out. We saw 'The Septemeber Issue'. Amazing. Although I haven't yet, it makes me want to stop wearing black altogether. The first day of Spring was shared drinking red wine with the lovely Fabiana and gossiping about the last month as we haven't seen each other in so long. Fab managed to spill more of her red than actually drinking it! And today, a borders session with Marcus. Coffee and trashy magazines is with out a doubt one of my favourite combos. One of my favourite places with one of my favourite people. I love Spring.

She was the still point of the turning world.

I finished the weekend off with my lovely friend Jo Jo at Borders where I bought a book- The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides. Although I have seen the movie a zillion times I thought and hoped that the book would be even more beautiful and perhaps have some extra little twists and turns. I'm just over half way through and even though I'm enjoying it very much and it really is written beautifully, Sophia Coppola didn't change much for the movie. Each word spoken between the characters even seems to be the same. I'm not discouraged to keep on reading though. I think both author and director did an amazing job at telling this story. And besides, I'm enjoying getting lost in the dreamy observations of the Lisbon girls. And what a pretty looking book to place on my future bookcase I hope to soon own!