a giraffe for you, a giraffe for me...

on the way home today (from a productive day of shopping, a really bad day for saving), from eastland, in mooroolbark, what do i see on one of those electricity boxes...?

a giraffe!!! a blue giraffe head! and neck.... HURAAH! there are two in lilydale, one on the way to uni...

i want to find and meet this person who is doing them! i am impressed!


in other news, my media comm essay has been extended a week, and the word count has been lowered to 1500 words! (from 2000!)... its on the independence of the ABC, and why its important to protect. we could choose our own essay topics, working from any of the modules. this interests me, so im writing about it :P, or thats the plan anyway...

from uni i went to eastland. i caught the train with a girl from a couple of my classes. her name is madoosa, or something. shes fairly alright, indian im pretty sure. we were remeniscing(sic?) about old bands, aka, 5ive, the spice girls, back street boys. the trip went fairly quick. we parted ways in ringwood, and i went to go see bec during her last shift.

the rest of the day consisted of way too much impulse buying, and not enough being careful with my money. (one DVD, three candels and two candle holders, and a pair of black shoes. a cheeseburger, two starbucks drinks, a bacon and egg roll, the age, drinking yougurt, terrys orange chocolate, cherry ripe and a bus ticket... gosh...)

caught up with bec, got a lift home, after a slight detour to croydon a months early :P...







should this end?
should we part?
can it never be as it was...?

this i regret, but i cant face you. i dont know what has changed. is it you? is it me? i feel hurt. dont you love me any more? i am dying for you to notice me, but you dont.
why is that?
whats so hard?

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