Peaches here...
I just got cut off early in my daily phone shop time with Camilla :(... Just to clarify, I quite miss her.
So the day then? Well, as you might have heard the years are swooshing by and now this big circle of friends have become classified as official adults... Okay, sure, that's wishful thinking, it happened a couple of years ago. One of those dear friends hit the twenty-five mark almost a year ago (so I could have just said is almost reaching twenty-six, but hey that'd have been too mathematical for me), and I just spent some well needed phone time with her. Turns out a lot has changed in the months Peaches here has been attempting to be doing 'big changing things' a couple of countries away.
See, she is thinking about marriage. You know, wedding bands and dresses and cards... And of course, most importantly (to some ppl), the other person... Sometimes I can't help but wonder if this is a topic the boys simply do not think about all that much. There must be a reason it comes up in so many conversations between girls! Apart from the fact that we are culturally imprinted to be whiny/lacking in self-esteem/boob-and-wrinkles paranoid. Anyways, not the point.
This whole marriage thing. They are complete opposites, and they have had ups and downs that have landed tears and laughter within minutes of each other. I have called him a looser (which I will not include in my wedding toast) and she has called him... many things. Including safe. And a boy. Because at the end of the day, she wants a boy. The security of someone who wants you. Plus a career.
Don't get me wrong, these are all good things. If it's real, bloody 'ell I hope I have grown enough to know to hold onto that if it does swing by my life.... It makes me start to wonder though, what will I tell her when we're on the phone and she is crying again. Will I even be the one she calls, or will I have moved so far away that I remember our fights better than our friendship?
Sorry, a bit too serious a posting... I will lighten it up by sharing with ya'll that I today made a very important conclusion with regards to cold, food, tea bags, and winter jackets. If you are shaking and forget your name while answering the phone (at work), and your solution is to work steam therapy with your throat and the tea-pot, you may feel a slight bit of nausea that will result in a lack of lunch and sitting huddled in a corner wearing a winter jacket while humming songs in foreign languages... (still at work)
I am off to take a shower now... Just, you know, keeping you informed.
Stay safe out there...
....Peaches
Why is it we never settle for the simple things, before it's too late...
Thursday, 30 October 2008
Good morning Baltimore!
Yes, this is Camilla! You might just have guessed.
What am I doing home at 10 am at a schoolday, you might ask? Or not, if you don't know my schedule. well, apparently I don't even know my schedule, because even though I thought I had to be in school by now it seems I don't start for another 2 hours.
What to do, what to do...
Well, I'm sitting here studying! Or, well...more like I have my book infront of me, but also my computer and my watercolours...
You can probably see where I'm going with this equation.
I might add some food into it just for the heck of it.
I just got of the phone with my dear Peaches. My love, my little pony.
...yeah, you heard me!
It seems the world has decided to grow cold on both of us, but I can promise some cuddles and alot of warmth next week. That is love for you.
Well, the bahroom is calling, so I had better get going.
Cam out.
What am I doing home at 10 am at a schoolday, you might ask? Or not, if you don't know my schedule. well, apparently I don't even know my schedule, because even though I thought I had to be in school by now it seems I don't start for another 2 hours.
What to do, what to do...
Well, I'm sitting here studying! Or, well...more like I have my book infront of me, but also my computer and my watercolours...
You can probably see where I'm going with this equation.
I might add some food into it just for the heck of it.
I just got of the phone with my dear Peaches. My love, my little pony.
...yeah, you heard me!
It seems the world has decided to grow cold on both of us, but I can promise some cuddles and alot of warmth next week. That is love for you.
Well, the bahroom is calling, so I had better get going.
Cam out.
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Nine to five...
.... Peaches here.
Who just spent a good ten minutes on writing a long damned whiny and grouchy darksided posting. And then it vanished! Just like that. Oh well, back to my original ramblings... Work. And people who manage to be creative afterwards.
Admit is, you've heard the stories. Those guys who do their day time jobs for 8+ hours, then come home, and spend half the nights writing... Or painting... Or researching... Being creative, and realizing their dreams. They spend the time practicing and putting 'The End' signs at the bottom of the pag... Ehrm... their projects.
I want to write down a 'The End' sign! I want to spend my nights typing away! Except... I'm exhausted. All I really want to do at the end of the day (six thirty if I'm lucky) is crawl down in my freezing bed, eat Ben & Jerry's (when affordable, i.e. once every second month), and watch bad TV. On the computer... Because who, really, affords a TV these days!
Oh...
When I had essay or exam dates I could pull all nighters. Okay, so maybe I spent two and a half hours out of a five hour exam trying to remember how to spell my last name... But to my defense I have a very complicated last name...
Bottom line, though, is that I cannot seem to get any 'The end' signs down. I spend the mornin hours all positive and with these big decisions on how this evening I will actually get something done. And then I get home, and there is this darkness slowly creeping into the field of vision. I like my job, I actually do (although I have no money in my accounts, if the minus mark doesn't count, and nine to five really means something different, AND if I'd keep doing this exact job for another couple of years I'd...). But imagine ten years from now, when I turn thirty and have joined Mr. air-Guitar-hero outside the grocery store in our search for the perfect 1 cent, and there are still no 'The end' signs!
It's six fudging letters!
Anyways, I gotta go now. I have TV to watch and chocolate to eat... And books on the floor to ignore... Who said studying ended when you got out of school? Naah, see that's when you realized your degree was, accidentally, in the completely wrong subjects, and you have to do it all over again. On your own. While working. Because school is expensive. And because people always say stupid things like "sure hun, that's great, but for real now... what do you REALLY want to do with your life? Something... realistic sweetie." Then they pinch your cheeks, sweetly.
Then there's certain people * points* who are able to get stuff done, and spend hours actually being creative, and pick degrees they actually like! Some people are just born ass-kickers... and muffin bakers!
happy (dirty) dreams
Peaches
Who just spent a good ten minutes on writing a long damned whiny and grouchy darksided posting. And then it vanished! Just like that. Oh well, back to my original ramblings... Work. And people who manage to be creative afterwards.
Admit is, you've heard the stories. Those guys who do their day time jobs for 8+ hours, then come home, and spend half the nights writing... Or painting... Or researching... Being creative, and realizing their dreams. They spend the time practicing and putting 'The End' signs at the bottom of the pag... Ehrm... their projects.
I want to write down a 'The End' sign! I want to spend my nights typing away! Except... I'm exhausted. All I really want to do at the end of the day (six thirty if I'm lucky) is crawl down in my freezing bed, eat Ben & Jerry's (when affordable, i.e. once every second month), and watch bad TV. On the computer... Because who, really, affords a TV these days!
Oh...
When I had essay or exam dates I could pull all nighters. Okay, so maybe I spent two and a half hours out of a five hour exam trying to remember how to spell my last name... But to my defense I have a very complicated last name...
Bottom line, though, is that I cannot seem to get any 'The end' signs down. I spend the mornin hours all positive and with these big decisions on how this evening I will actually get something done. And then I get home, and there is this darkness slowly creeping into the field of vision. I like my job, I actually do (although I have no money in my accounts, if the minus mark doesn't count, and nine to five really means something different, AND if I'd keep doing this exact job for another couple of years I'd...). But imagine ten years from now, when I turn thirty and have joined Mr. air-Guitar-hero outside the grocery store in our search for the perfect 1 cent, and there are still no 'The end' signs!
It's six fudging letters!
Anyways, I gotta go now. I have TV to watch and chocolate to eat... And books on the floor to ignore... Who said studying ended when you got out of school? Naah, see that's when you realized your degree was, accidentally, in the completely wrong subjects, and you have to do it all over again. On your own. While working. Because school is expensive. And because people always say stupid things like "sure hun, that's great, but for real now... what do you REALLY want to do with your life? Something... realistic sweetie." Then they pinch your cheeks, sweetly.
Then there's certain people * points* who are able to get stuff done, and spend hours actually being creative, and pick degrees they actually like! Some people are just born ass-kickers... and muffin bakers!
happy (dirty) dreams
Peaches
Camilla here. I must say, breaking up is easy enough. I have done it once if you count "love". (however you would like to use that strange word) Now I have done it career-wise.
Is it that bad of me that I don't want to go to work? I have tried it out a couple of times now, along with the time two years ago. Yes I have tried, I have suceeded and most of all; I have failed.
So, despite the lack of money (a thing that is very annoying, i must say) I am very happy. Well, it's not like I don't have other things to do...mostly things to read. You see, I am one of those highly comfortable creatures who likes to have a higher education while living at my parents place...otherwise called "home". Yes I do like to lable things, thank you for asking.
Amongst this higher education I include studying for myself and studying for society. Well, society wants me to study for an exam, to read two novels and to write two essays...amongst other things. I have long wondered when the h*ll I had planned to have time for a thing called "work".
SOME people...by a consequence people who are younger then me, but who seem to have it in them to turn 20 on thursday next week, yeah, them people already have their degree. still struggling though, but in a better way than I am.
Still I won't let people (not the same people as in the last paragrap, mind you) think less of me because I find time to be more valuable then money.
Is it that bad of me that I don't want to go to work? I have tried it out a couple of times now, along with the time two years ago. Yes I have tried, I have suceeded and most of all; I have failed.
So, despite the lack of money (a thing that is very annoying, i must say) I am very happy. Well, it's not like I don't have other things to do...mostly things to read. You see, I am one of those highly comfortable creatures who likes to have a higher education while living at my parents place...otherwise called "home". Yes I do like to lable things, thank you for asking.
Amongst this higher education I include studying for myself and studying for society. Well, society wants me to study for an exam, to read two novels and to write two essays...amongst other things. I have long wondered when the h*ll I had planned to have time for a thing called "work".
SOME people...by a consequence people who are younger then me, but who seem to have it in them to turn 20 on thursday next week, yeah, them people already have their degree. still struggling though, but in a better way than I am.
Still I won't let people (not the same people as in the last paragrap, mind you) think less of me because I find time to be more valuable then money.
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Conversations...
Peaches- Morning love
Camilla - Doom beyond doom
Peaches- Like, more doom than usual?
Camilla- Hahahaha!!! XD
Peaches- dude, there're unicorns shooting stuff out of their bottom. I.... don't remember why I'm awake...
oh... right... work... I need more chocolate!
Camilla - WTF? Work? Why the h*ll am I working when I could be doing more constructive things with my precious time?
...like...eating chocolate...
...or drawing...
and eating chocolate at the same time
Peaches- Or... watching... that... you know.. the un-nameable show.
while eating chocolate
...
Do you think... we should be at all concerned with our chocolate eats intake?
Camilla - ...no, why?
Peaches- No reason, just that weird guy, with the stethoscope, he was saying something about healthy foods... Like, you know, that... green stuff. like, smoothies!
So, any thoughts on the future?
Camilla- Uh...whatever. I just gotta go...do stuff...like....school...
Peaches- Right... True. I mean, we've got years until... Oh, actually, hold that thought. I'm getting a call from the people collecting my rent. I think they noticed the minus 100 on my account...
Camilla- hah! Whatever. So the thing is. I just gotta go jump of off a bridge because I'm not as talented as the rest of the world and I'm going to end up on the streets with my pet-toothbrush.
Peaches- No you won't... The IRS will take your tooth brush. And the street corner. But that's okay, you can stay with me... In my box!
...x:s & o:s...
P & A
Camilla - Doom beyond doom
Peaches- Like, more doom than usual?
Camilla- Hahahaha!!! XD
Peaches- dude, there're unicorns shooting stuff out of their bottom. I.... don't remember why I'm awake...
oh... right... work... I need more chocolate!
Camilla - WTF? Work? Why the h*ll am I working when I could be doing more constructive things with my precious time?
...like...eating chocolate...
...or drawing...
and eating chocolate at the same time
Peaches- Or... watching... that... you know.. the un-nameable show.
while eating chocolate
...
Do you think... we should be at all concerned with our chocolate eats intake?
Camilla - ...no, why?
Peaches- No reason, just that weird guy, with the stethoscope, he was saying something about healthy foods... Like, you know, that... green stuff. like, smoothies!
So, any thoughts on the future?
Camilla- Uh...whatever. I just gotta go...do stuff...like....school...
Peaches- Right... True. I mean, we've got years until... Oh, actually, hold that thought. I'm getting a call from the people collecting my rent. I think they noticed the minus 100 on my account...
Camilla- hah! Whatever. So the thing is. I just gotta go jump of off a bridge because I'm not as talented as the rest of the world and I'm going to end up on the streets with my pet-toothbrush.
Peaches- No you won't... The IRS will take your tooth brush. And the street corner. But that's okay, you can stay with me... In my box!
...x:s & o:s...
P & A
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