We're Part Of A Crazy World

(the insanely awesome Ladyhawke)

Oh dear sweet blogger, did you miss me?
I've done a fair bit of growing up since I lasted posted, believe it or not.
I've freaking finally swapped my green driving license for a red one and I've left school for good.
(Wow, still feels kinda funny to write that)
At the moment, my world revolves around frantic attempts at book learning, and even more frantic attempts to avoid book learning, cause its a tad b.o.r.i.n.g
But I know I need and deserve these grades, so i'm currently trying to beat myself into submission that this summer will kick some, and all I have left is two weeks before exams begin (oh how can that be possible?) and especially on the thematic history paper (two weeks tomorrow) i just don't know enough. I give the impression of radiating geekiness, but theres no guarantee that comes with that saying when i open that horrid brown envelope I'll be ok.
I miss the simple days of hanging out at Tinkers Island, or the coffee shop at the bottom of Gabriels Hill, where the future seemed so far away. That said, I'm trying this new thing of actually taking the time to appreciate how incredible life is. I'm blessed beyond belief, and i'm not going to let a teensy bit of apprehension/hindsight take away from it.
The party this time last week was really wonderful. It might have been a little spacious, but the people there made so much of it worthwhile.
My highlights from the party that time forgot (I went as a sixties chick) include but aren't limited to: driving there with some of the worlds best girlies and laughing til i nearly weed myself, nearly blowing the whole thing off for a plant show, dancing backstage/onstage/in front of the stage, the ol' favourite 'how high can you kick if you keep your leg straight game', seeing my boy for the first time in too long, Justices remix of Electric Feel, Josh's DJ set, Alix dancing to Josh's DJ set, sitting with my head resting on Greg's shoulder on the wall outside the Forum with The Maine in the background, teasing Imogen Grace about a boy, the effect of alcohol on my boy, Hungry 4 Citrus, ghostcar and the fact that the only person who could actually navigate us home was drunk enough to scream 'a baby, baby mouse!' on seeing a fox cross the road.
All in all, a dead good night really.