Winter In July: Scalp

Nothing much happened at all yesterday. In fact, really nothing at all happened yesterday. I woke up, ate breakfast, ate lunch, listened to a book for a few hours, had a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon while I wrote for a few hours. Went to tea. Listened to Atmosphere's, To All My Friends, Blood Makes the Blade Holy, listened to another hour or so of that book--American Psycho--made an omelet, did my laundry, and went to bed.

Interesting right? So here's a few thoughts I've been having. A few odds and ends to my life at the moment.

On March 3rd I'm taking a trip with the school up the Great Ocean Road. It'll be about an 11 hour day full of quaint little restaurants, swimming in the ocean, and lots of winding roads with the most beautiful scenery you've ever seen. I'm looking forward to it.

I mentioned above that I'm listening to a book. If you know me, you know I can't read to save my life. It doesn't hold my attention and I get bored and fall asleep all too fast. So I downloaded American Psycho, by Bret Easton Ellis, and a few novels by Chuck Palahniuk--author of Fight Club. The thing about listening to the book is I don't get bored with it and can do other things while I'm listening, like cook or clean. The other thing about it is that it helps me write, not necessarily any specific project I'm working on, but just in general. When I'm done listening, everything I do has a narrative voice behind it. I narrate my life or what I see in my head. It's like practice. It helps me hear my authorial voice again, remember what it sounds like. So all that's good, yeah?

There must be something in the water here. I have the craziest, most vivid dreams every night. They're always completely outrageous and almost whimsical. But if the dream isn't completely absurd, I'm having dreams about being back home, hanging out with my brother, getting tattooed, telling people stories about my time in AU. I wonder when my subconscious will accept this place as home and I'll have dreams about things here and not wake up with an aching to go home and see my friends.

My sunburn is peeling today. It's peeling on my face--across my forehead and my nose. That would all be fine, just another part of life, but tonight is the big going out night. Like, the BIG going out night. Big, like just shy of a world record big. I don't know what all that entails, but I'm assuming it's going to be a good time. My ticket is white, not blue, green, pink, red, orange, or any of the other colors. Whatever color your ticket is, is the color of your group and the color you're supposed to wear. They told me a white ticket means you dress in black. Okay. I really don't know what to expect tonight, but I'm hoping it's a good time. I mean, I know it's going to be a good time. I'm looking forward to it.

I may have mentioned before that no one in my unit really talks to each other, which was true. But we've warmed up to each other. We talk, hang out, muck up, all those good things. They usually call me America and brag on me to our sister unit about how good of a cook I am, but I really haven't made anything impressive yet.

I eat breakfast here. I never ate breakfast at home. I eat a lot of toast here. I never ate toast at home. I have yet to try Vegemite but I'm sure it'll happen soon.

Tickets from Kryal and for tonight.