Keep Me High

This afternoon I was hanging around in the outside while my mum was doing gardening, and we got talking. I was sort of complaining about the fact that I will probably never find someone, and that all my friends have boyfriends now. It was strange, she was actually giving me some sort of modern age boy advice. That if I wait, he'll probably come along when I least expect it. That he's probably out there somewhere. I felt like it was a moment out of some white middle aged woman's novel, where the sun is setting so it's reddening the sky with the summer crickets calling, my mum is doing the gardening and I'm hanging around, under some vines in the shade. Next thing there'll probably be some family crisis where it brings the entire family together, to strengthen relationships between sisters or some crap like that.

I don't think I can say that these summer holidays were particularly memorable, but it wasn't the worst I've ever had either. Going to QLD with my family was probably one of the highlights, and so was starting a birthday tradition with friends. It's a bit crazy when I think that I'm entering my third year as a uni student, when I'm still having these warped high school dreams. I don't know whether it's hinting that secretly I'm missing high school or that it's now symbolism for something in my life. Two years have gone by too quickly. IT'S ALIENS I TELLS YA.