Unlike... every person on the face of this planet (with a blog at any rate) who seems to take photos or steal photos often enough to have them in all of their blog entries... I just... don't... I'm not going to lie... The only thing I've taken photos of in recent months... is my bed... Seems strange... in fact it is strange... but I was very pleased with my lime green sheets at the time... If I ever dig up my camera in the right mood I may put them up here... But photos feel... so revealing... plus i don't have nearly enough to make them a constant sort of a thing :S... such is life...
I'm not just calling myself plain and boring for having not shown photos... As I said... it is something I could easily change and yet, am not. The boring bit comes from the fact that I stayed in Canberra for the long weekend. I have a perfectly good family home in the warmth of the Queensland climate; and it's probably not RAINING there either. And yet... I am still here. In my room, everybody has returned home as is customary in our block except for the boring ones. Of which I find myself part.
I am not quite sure why I always manage to lump in with the boring bunch. I just naturally filter that way I suppose. Not given to the drinking or partying habits of my colleges nor particularly fond of the late nights they put themselves through to conduct said habits. I am not against any of it... It just doesn't work for me. I am one of those people with the misfortune to NEED the 7-8 hrs of sleep advised to all mankind. And when I break with the trend my body begs for a catch up until I do give in (generally on a Friday night).
Today... I did the good thing and took my friend to the airport a little after 8. - Some people are giving me that odd look about now that says... THERE'S your problem... you could get your full 8 hours after a night out if you just got up later. - Yeah... Doesn't work. 8 o'clock when you get up for work at 5.45am and work till 5.30pm is a sleep in. Again... Don't speak of all the people who work longer hours every day of their lives than me... They have some secret power I can only dream of possessing to not need lots of sleep.
But now I shall stopping being rather bitchy about people who have different gifts to my own :). If I'm honest with myself... needing the sleep isn't a bad thing. It isn't like I would use the time for anything constructive. Hanging about my computer desk procrastinating in some form or another no doubt. Rather like I'm doing now...
I don't know how to have interests... I used to be a part of a whole host of groups and do a couple sports. I was one of those kids with rarely a free night or weekend.. And then I left school, got a job and moved away from town... Living in an isolated spot in the middle of nowhere without the time or transport to escape regularly certainly has a halting effect on my extracurricular activities... I have more access these days... but often very little time... Something I am likely to forget while bored on a long weekend after a week of rest :)...
But as usual.. I have wasted many a word upon nothingness... I should get back to... nothing... fun fun fun :)
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