Hey, Internet. I miss you an awful lot. Hopefully someday soon Jimmy will be able to get Internet sorted in our house because even though all of this awesome stuff is happening in my new life I don't have anyone to talk to about it and it all feels a bit hollow.
So the most exciting thing I guess that has happened recently is that when I was driving in the city on Friday afternoon the driver's side window and mirror of my car exploded all over me. I got a couple of scratches but nothing else really, when I pulled over to find out what happened the witnesses were all "Um it was a crazy looking guy with a giant knife, he ran over there, probably not in your best interests to follow him."
So after making a police report (the hotline lady, once I'd told my story, sort of paused and said "Oh!") I hung around at home (with Jimmy and Hannah and Ben, hooray!) waiting for the police to show up and see the damage or whatever they needed to do. It came to 9pm and I thought "screw this" and started driving to Newcastle, 3 hours away, so that my Dad could take care of the car and have it garaged and everything because there's nowhere safe to park a car without a window in Sydney. Ten minutes into my trip a huge thunderstorm hit, with bucketfuls of rain being lugged at my car and into my window. I had a hoodie on but I got completely drenched, which was fun. The shock of what had happened didn't really hit until I was warm and dry and getting ready to sleep on the couch at my Dad's and I realised Holy Shit, I was attacked by a maniac with a giant knife and goodness I'm glad that I still have my head.
Anyway, although it wasn't planned at all, since I'm in town I decided to meet up with a boy that I met very recently, who is gorgeous and amazing and funny and arty and wonderful and all those good things (He can quote achewood!) and after a whole lot of naked we went shopping and out for Teppanyaki with his friends, which was awesome. The uh only problems I have with this is that a) I live in Sydney b) I sort of have a thing going with another boy in Sydney already but you know, I'm starting to get really sick of him, c) I think about Tommydski far too often.
Sigh.