Daisy

Something from nothing

I've been meaning to blog for ages because I used to find it a really good way of organising my muddled thoughts.

But so much has happened that it's almost impossible to know where to start... and if I'm not careful I'll just end up making lists of good things and bad things, a poor bloggers trick (and one I to often use).

So I sit here in my school, waiting for the bell. I have to get the bus tonight because my new car broke. Rubbish! I have a girlie evening with my uni mates next week, I'm being enveloped back into their fold and it feels lovely. I  tried too hard to be friends with the unpleasable for the majority of my twenties and its taking me a while to remember how to be myself. It's fun though.

Tomorrow is Australia day and my antipodean friends and I are heading to my local walkabout to tie kangaroos down and drink schooners of VB.

Anyway... 

Blue plaques - I love them and read everyone I see, but I must be a bad historian because I rarely know who anyone is:

Thomas Tree: Philosopher, philanthropist and inventor of time visited the dentist here in 1921.

Karl Marcheti: Revolutionary. His sister lived here 1919-1923.

All I know is that they invariably conjure up images of red wine, long nights and leather chairs... there would be cigar smoke surrounding the blue plaque owner at all times. These are the rules.

Perhaps I should start smoking cigars, because I would like my own blue plaque one day. But as this rambling sod of a diary attests to - I never do anything worth writing down.

25.1.07 15:03