But this is how the story ends.

Just hanging by a moment here with you. ♥

What with all the craziness going on with work and family, I neglected to mention that I'll be in Mildura for a week. I've been here for a couple of days and I know that this place was a mere purgatory, my waiting room until I could be ready for something better.
So coming back here...well...

Catching up with friends is pretty much the highlight of the week. And the flight here was fine, I'm growing to like flying. Especially on my own, there's a certain something about hanging around Melbourne Airport solo.

...although it would be nice if people were there too. I'm not going to embrace isolation entirely.

These sound awesome! Maybe I'll have a go at it if I get unlimited access to a bar or something.
...and then on a crazy whim, I searched and found this. My, oh my.

Anyway, have a good week

We're marchin' on.

So the exact moment when I start feeling a little more confident about my job, a certain song starts playing in the restaurant that makes me stop in my tracks.

Bette Davis Eyes.

This has to be some sort of sign.

Regulars may remember my fascination with achieving Bette Davis Eyes status. Hearing the song tonight has made me wonder; have I achieved Bette Davis Eyes status? Or if not entirely, in the right direction at least?

Music video of the week: Marchin' On/Harry Potter. The editing is amazing, they've incorporated the song's beat into the visual cutting, so the overall rhythm of the clip is perfect. I wonder how they manipulated the footage to be a little faded and yet even more visually striking?

There'll be a review of Lauren Kate's Passion coming up soon.

Anything else I can get you?

My first few shifts as a waitress have not come without a few cringe-worthy mistakes; dropping things, forgetting orders, not knowing a few things and just general humiliation in front of customers.

But my goodness, it comes with a few good moments as well.

Joking with co-workers, a little laughter with customers, free pizza after a shift, and I even balanced three plates on my second shift.

What with university holidays stretching for a few more weeks, I have the time to perfect my waitressing until trimester starts up again.

And I know that I'll be fine after that, so let's just get this learning curve through with and off we go.

I'm just a waitress.

So... I've got a job. At least I can say the "I'm just a waitress" Sookie Stackhouse line without quoting it like usual.

So learning a menu for homework. And table numbers.

Let's just say, I'm glad I'm not telepathic at the moment.

Anyway, I think this is a great opportunity to people watch as well, once I nail it all down. The first order I took was from a guy who had this fairly strong accent (French? Italian? Somewhere from Europe!). That was fun.

And - even though it's been a while since I was consistently clumsy - this may help to exorcise my Demon of Clumsy once and for all. Though I won't press my luck and try balancing three plates. That would be something to learn later.

It's load of fun. I think I'm going to like it.

Sigh.

Random creative writing idea.

He stared, as though in a hypnotic trance, down at her empty bed.

The wrinkled, colourful sheets, which twisted around her as she lay.

The smooth, clean pillow, which had caressed her cheek as she dreamed.

The frayed mattress, which had supported her weight for nineteen years - and still continued to do so.

He perched on the bed slowly and laid down on it, his head brushing the pillow.

Bending sideways to smell the pillow, what felt like hundreds of adjectives to describe it bombarded his mind.

Floral. Spiced. Musky. Light. Crisp.

He closed his eyes.

...it was intoxicating.

She was intoxicating.

He could just breathe her scent, her perfume, for what felt like a lifetime.

Small, hesitant footsteps made his eyes snap open. He'd been caught in her room - lying on her bed - with no plausible explanation.

He instantly jumped into a sitting position, only to find she was just a couple of feet away.

"Hi," she whispered, and a small smile inched slowly across her lips.

It was the smile that told him that he needn't have to worry about his presence in her room. His pulse picked up at the sight of it. The smile that he saw when she saw him. The one that choked up so much unexpected emotion about her.

"Hi," he breathed back.

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town...

200th post, everyone!

...I found my music video had been shared over at bridezillamusic.com - with a 5/5 rating, no less! I'm just blown away by that.

Went out with housemates last week. I think having somebody needing to be that drunk to hit on somebody else is a major turn off. It could almost be an insult. I prefer those kinds of things sober, thank you very much.

I've finished classes for the trimester, with only one more essay to complete: The Shining vs Cry Wolf.

Random phrase of the moment during Facebook chat? 

"Enough of my self victory vomit."

And a job interview tomorrow! Hoping it goes well.

True sentences.

Dessert flavoured yogurts are possibly the best compromise.

I should start things much sooner.

You listen to music either to party or relax to.

I've got nothing else to lose, I lost it all when I found you, and I wouldn't change a thing.

A decision can be made within a split second...or take about an hour to realise.

Put fruit where you normally store your junk food - trust me.

Why do we like to hurt so much?

Reflexes subconsciously develop once we accept consistent clumsiness.

Subtlety is beauty. Things don't have to be obvious to be beautiful.

Some people can be so wonderful that they can make you ache.

Paradoxes can be quite amazing to witness.

Music has the ability to break hearts with its beauty, as well as complete them.