until we meet again…?

It’s funny how there’s just some people you feel you can’t trust.  You might not know them that well, but this inner gut feeling tells you to stay away from them.  I get that with a few people who I see (or don’t see) in my every day life.  It’s like they hold some form of evil scheme or plan and are just ungenuine con-artists.  Don’t as kme what it is, but I remember being told I had a gift of genuinity, which i’m quite proud to have.  Some people I’ll see and know that they are a great person without having to say a word to them, wheras others will be like what I was just talking about.

I’m amazed at how quickly time goes by.  I remember when I lived in Bardon, one of my housemates (who is a complete wanker from what I remember) was telling me how times seems to just fly by the older you get.  I mean, that’s an okay philosophy to have but it’s also being extremely pessimistic about life, when we should seriously be out there enjoying it.  I know I do and I try to enjoy it, and I know sometimes I do things that I feel bad about afterwards, but doesnt everyone do that in life?

Work feels like the same routine thing week after week, with the occasional different customer comment and reps coming in day in day out, different fellow colleague mood swings and price changes.  It pays the rent and I can finally get home after a Friday and think ‘Thank GOD that’s over!’ and then be the person i want to be on the weekend, but usually I spend the first hlaf of it wanting to sleep in!  i gotta get over that habit.

It’s so annoying.  I found out that Pink (the singer) is playing in perth on the DAY my flight leaves back to Brisbane.  So now I gotta decide of it’s worth trying to get my flight back a day later so that i can go and see her with my friends.  I’ve never been to an actual music concert like that.  I’ve only been to a few rock-estedfords (the one this year was awesome, go harristown (they won!)) and outdoor festivals.

My parents have been fairly nice to me lately.  Of course the ‘taboo’ subject isnt talked about but they like to try and keep me updated on what’s happening in the family.  My little bro has to hand in his licence – i knew it was coming.  my grandma collapsed in her house and dad’s harvesting.  That’s all my dad ever seems to do, plant and harvest and cultivate and doesnt stop working.  Ahhh the life of a farmer, did it for 18 years, but i’m liking this one more!  meet so many new and nice people, yet some have been and gone already! 🙁 so sad, i hope to get to see them again one day!