Dear Jimmy, I just had one of the most interesting conversations over coffee that I’ve had for a long time. I still can’t figure out if it was just meeting up between two friends or an actual date. Nonetheless I enjoyed myself completely. The conversation was that good that we left, still talking, and only realising about twenty minutes later that we had forgotten to pay. Go us! ...
A Letter to Jimmy: Listening to the Uncertainties. →
kate-is: alettertojimmy: Dear Jimmy. I am quite in love with my mind. It is a brilliant box that holds many thoughts, secrets and memories.There is a part of it though that I hate. There is one part of it that antagonises me, keeps me awake at night, prevents me from thinking outside it. Its the uncertainties it… I hope this isn’t weird. When I first read your blog, I got to this post and...
Tips for stress.
Dear Jimmy, To alleviate stress follow these easy steps: 1.Wash the dishes,* 2.LOUD MUSIC, 3.pj’s, 4.friends, 5. wacky dance moves. It works wonders. *washing the dishes is not completely necessary, but if you’re in the kitchen, you might as well do something to justify why you’re dancing in the kitchen. Rose
6 am essay writing, a visit from mum, and me...
Dear Jimmy, I have an essay due tomorrow. And guess what? It’s not finished. Not surprising seeing as I love to procrastinate. Well, depends on the procrastination. I like when it is somewhat useful procrastination. Like going for a bike ride, cleaning the bathroom, reading. Sure it doesn’t directly help with the essay writing, but I feel like it helps in some way or another. So...
Sometimes I wonder why I stay.
Dear Jimmy, Do you ever feel pathetic. Like absolutely pathetic. Not in a “I’m rubbish at this, I should put my energy into something else.” As in a “I’m absolutely rubbish at this, something that I truly love doing, something that my passion should be driving me to succeed in, and I’m not doing as well as I should be, maybe I’m not cut out for this. If...
Anonymous asked: I think you're a really excellent human. Keep dancing and talking and hugging and writing, please. It makes a lot of people very happy.
text messages from mum.
Mum: I had a lovely day! All in all 100% successful trip. Me: but Sir, we lost Rimmer. Mum: all in all 100% successful trip. I love referring to Red Dwarf with my mummy.
What are the chances?
Dear Jimmy, I had a beautifully strange or maybe a strangely beautiful moment today. I was researching an essay for one of my history courses. One of the books I was reading and taking notes from was a book written by my lecturer, who would also be marking my essay. Which I thought was kind of funny. AND THEN I LOOKED UP AND SHE WAS STUDYING IN THE LIBRARY. She walked passed me at one stage and...
Dear Jimmy, Today I learnt an Ancient Greek onomatopoeia: χρέμτομαι. Itmeans clear one’s throat. And it sounds like you’re clearing your throat when you pronounce it. Things like this make me happy. Rose
Dancing is genetic.
Dear Jimmy, Yes, I know, dancing is not actually genetic. But sometimes I’d like to think it is. I went to a music festival on the weekend (hence the music festival bingo post). I bought the ticket months ago, a month prior to fracturing my foot. And my favourite band was playing. There was no way that I was going to let my moonbooted foot prevent me from going. And I’m glad I did....
Music Festival "Bingo."
1/2 point for every shirtless guy. Another 1/2 if they are sunburnt. 3 points for every shirtless girl. 2 points for fancy dress. E.g. Gumbie. 1 point for every morph suit. 1 for every onesie. 1 point for each person dressed the exactly the same. x2 if they are all wearing matching onesies x3 if it is a theme such as sailor scouts, pirates, wizards, storm troopers. e.g. if there is a...
So how should I presume?
Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? From: The Love Song...
Don’t do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul....– Henry Rollins (via bluebirdings)
Poem I wrote in class today. Had to focus on...
I found it. In the bottom of the bag. That last banana. No longer yellow. No longer firm. but brown. and dripping out of its skin. and its soggy innards wrapped down my arm as I tossed it into the bin.
wife your wifi
Dear Jimmy, Currently sitting in a cafe “studying.” I connected to the cafe’s wifi (p.s it has a really funny, immature password.) But there was another wifi that must belong to a house in the neighbourhood. The wifi’s username is: Aidan and Fleur are deeply inlove. Kind of sweet. Nay, VERY Sweet. My beautiful friend who is sitting next to me, who is actually studying,...
Dear Jimmy, It is currently the first week back at university after two weeks of holidays. Yet it kind of feels like more time has passed. Or that no time has passed at all. Or somewhere between the two. There is a timeless feel about this current week. Autumn has hit Canberra. The suburb I live in is absolutely beautiful at the moment, it’s currently drenched in auburns, reds and...
miss-elinor: Darcy & Bingley By ~pixarjunkie
Transcendentalism vs my new shiny phone.
Dear Jimmy, Today i was suppose to spend my time editing an essay on Emily Dickinson and looking at the importance of the self in relation to society. Dickinson was writing during the philosophical movement called transcendentalism. Transcendentalism looked how the individual could go above and beyond outer restrictions such as the physical body, society and material needs. Today I spent my day...
Forgot to mention: Foot is fractured. Not sprained. I get to wear a moon-boot. I have to go down stairs one at a time (i’ve become half cow) I can only walk 1 km a day. But hey: I’M NO LONGER ON CRUTCHES.
Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this; the only...– Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance
Dear Jimmy, I woke up this morning to find an email from careers. It is an application for a graduate position for teaching Australia. It closes on Sunday. It looks like a pretty neat position. Two years studying at University of Melbourne and its paid for. I just don’t know. And what makes matters worse is that I have two days to decide. I know I should just to keep my options open for...
Dear Jimmy, Advice: always check pockets of jeans before putting them in the wash. This is to avoid accidentally washing tissues, coins or your ipod. Rose
A guy asked me how my foot was going and if it was getting any better. I told him that the bruising had gone down. He proceeded to give it a quick gentle kick. FUCK YOU. I DIDN’T SAY THAT IT HADN’T STOPPED HURTING.
What I need to do over the holidays:
Dear Jimmy, Just writing this here and now so that I have a constant reminder that I should probably be doing work rather than seeking to find words to say to you. 1. US literature essay- 30% 1500 words due 15th April. Question picked: Discuss the importance of the self in this course’s set texts of one of the following writers-chose Emily Dickinson- with a focus on the relationship of...
At least my room is clean.
Reader, what are you doing? Aren’t you going to resist? Aren’t you...– If on a winter’s night a traveller, Italo Calvino.
Dear Jimmy, Foot is still sprained and i’m over it. I’m over not being able to dance, bike ride, walk. I’m over being drenched in sweat due to the amount it takes to pull myself on the crutches. I’m over having to ask people for help. I’m over having to put things on hold e.g. washing clothes (don’t worry, I have enough knickers and clothes to get me through...
I'll hobble along, and you can hobble alongside me...
Dear Jimmy, For the last few days I’ve been on crutches due to my sprained foot. I’ve had to stumble and hobble over campus and it has been a memorable experience. I don’t think I could forget that. Firstly, the pain. OH MY THE FOOT HURTS but then, after two hours of crutches OH MY THE UNDERARMS HURT. Bruises are beginning to form on my underarms. Secondly, and I kind of feel...
Dear Jimmy, I went to a cocktail party on Saturday night. I came home with a sprained foot and in someone else’s dress. All in all a good night. Rose.
Dear Jimmy, Just made myself a big cup of tea to get me through my Greek. Which means the study has become serious! Bring it on! Rose
Back to University.
Dear Jimmy, I’m going to make the most of this year. Not for you, not for anyone. Just for me. Rose
Need to be mothered.
Dear Jimmy, I need to go home for the sake of being mothered. Have discovered that I am mothering everyone around me. Need to stop. Only way is to be mothered. To remind myself how it feels to be mothered not to be the mother-er. I am cleaning. I made two batches of cookies. One for a party I was going to and another so my housemates wouldn’t be left out. I keep offering to make people...
Housemates (even temporary ones) rock
Dear Jimmy, I feel ill. A moment ago dinner was announced: Stir fry with haloumi. HALOUMI! The most delicious thing in the world. My second reason for not being a vegan. I went into the kitchen. My stomach turned at the thought of eating. I contemplated eating for two reasons: firstly HALOUMI the second my housemate made an amazing dinner and I didn’t want to turn down such a lovely offer...
"this may be the last time you see him."
Dear Jimmy, I have plans to go and see my mum this weekend. Until today these plans were up in the air as I was undecided if I would go or not. What cemented the plans to go home was mum telling me: This may be the last time you see Star. Star is my dog. He is a fourteen year old border collie cross rough collie. He was my first puppy. I remember seeing him at the petshop. I remember the colour...