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I wish it was winter. This is a long post.

But anyway, if it was winter, today I wouldn’t have:

– Procrastinated getting up until 12pm because my room with closed blinds was so much cooler than the inevitable sun outside

– Sat inside printing off photos and sticking them on my diary because it was too hot outside

– Eventually ventured outside due to the dogs’ insistent begging and then wound up in an unfit, sweaty and muddy heap after throwing sticks into the waterhole for the dogs to fetch

– Had to eat cereal for lunch and a salad for dinner because the mere thought of hot food made me overheat

– Be currently sitting here being mauled by mosquitoes

– Have had to put off my violining all day because it’s been too hot.

So yes, this is a miserable and bleh post, but whatever. I’ve been stuck at home all day with no car because I’ve now officially sold mine to my parents. And even if I had gone out today, I’d have run into all the Waitangi bloody shitty crap out in Paihia.

Also, I miss you. Part of me is happy that it’s not too long until I get to see you again; Friday is less than a week away. But Friday being so close also means that you’re leaving in less than a week. And sure, I’m leaving a few days after that to be close to you again but, that’s the thing. I’m leaving home. In a week and a half.

It’s horrible thinking about it. A few months ago I was incredibly excited. Hey, even a few weeks ago when I actually went and saw Christchurch for the first time, even then I was still keen. And part of me is now. But, there’s a larger part of me that is fucking scared shitless (whenever I see that written down I always misread it as ‘shirtless’, haha anywaaay…) I know I’ve spoken to you about all this and you’ve told me that it’ll all be fine. This is something we have to do to be able to be happy and, well, proper adults eventually. I just wish I had a bit more of an idea of what to expect. From the CH BBQ a week ago I managed to gauge that there’s lots of drinking and parties, Orientation Week is hell and a definite time to simply forget about your dignity, and the ruling about no glass bottles on campus is strictly enforced (so beer cans it is). I suppose I was being unfair in expecting that someone would, at some point, sit me down and lecture me about exactly what student life consists of. No-one can do that because it ends up being different for everyone. You and I are going to have totally different experiences purely based on where we’re living, let alone what and where we’re studying. Anna and I, although taking similar subjects at the same uni, we’re living in slightly different halls so therefore will have different overall experiences. Hell, even Grace and I – we’re staying at the same halls and attending the same uni, sure – but I already know that her lectures are way more intense and demanding than mine.

So yeah, it’s gonna be a completely unique little journey. There will, of course, be high points and low points (no telling how low with the length of time Christchurch’s aftershocks have been predicted to go on for, but let’s hope not too bad). However, I’ve got to remember that CH will only be for a year, potentially two. Hell, I’ll probably be sad to leave the place! And then my third year is open to all sorts of options – student apartment or flatting, and there’s no telling who with.

And speaking of people and friends, that’s a final huge factor in my apprehensions. I’m very glad I got to see all my important people last week (except Sacha, goddamnit!!!). There are a bunch of other people I’d like to see before I – and they – disappear for the year, but hopefully Friday will provide a good last chance to talk to them. There would have been other chances to see people before they left if I had actually been invited to certain events, but maybe this is a bit of an awkward subject to bring up so publicly. I’ll save it for private face-to-face rants. Ha, now doncha wish you spoke to me more 😉

Soooooo. I suppose this little HUGE rant is more for myself than anyone else. Although maybe other people are in the same boat as me in respect to university stuff. In fact, no, I know some people are and I find that comforting 🙂 If I go in thinking positively, things can’t go too badly. I hope.

In the meantime, I still miss you (yes, I said this already in the third paragraph or something, but hey, this has taken a while to write). However, I’m glad you let me copy your Regina CDs, because this one’s nice:


An inspiring man – Jamie Livingston.

In my boredom, I stumbledupon a website which led me to another website and another one and so on, until I ended up discovering this guy, Jamie Livingston.

I haven’t heard of him before and I don’t know if I should have, but I find what he did incredibly inspiring. This all gives me hope that the little things I do, like keeping this blog, will maybe one day have some greater importance somehow. I think it’s extremely important to document one’s life. I used to think that publicising my thoughts and feelings on pretty much everything and everyone in my life was, well…a bit too public. Maybe it makes me seem like a bland person due to the fact I physically can (or try to) write down my thoughts and feelings. I don’t know if people maybe see it as attention-seeking perhaps, or a bit selfish and silly. But after reading about this guy, I fully appreciate the importance of noting down even the littlest things in your life, whatever media you choose to use (be it written, photographic or verbal). I don’t think it is bland or plain – I think to have created something which is completely unique to yourself adds to the mystery of the person’s character: what motivated them to do it?

In the case of Jamie Livingston, there does not seem to have been one single motivating moment to his ‘Photo of the day’ Polaroids. Again, I find that mysterious. But what captivates me and inspires me about his documentation of his life is his dedication to it, right up until his death. And in addition to this, the personal quality of his photos. He tells a story, his story. And I believe that what he left behind in the form of these Polaroids (which span over 18 years of his life), is the truth. Or at least, his truth. Because it’s his life.

I figure you can read more about Livingston yourself if you so wish. I linked you to the wiki page under his name at the beginning of this post; he is also on iMDb, and the website containing all of his Polaroids can be found here.

These are a just a few taken from his website:

All photographs taken from the Jamie Livingston ‘Photo of the day’ website.

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