She chortled in her joy!!
Today everything in the world is a rosy pink. I have my tinted glasses on and am not ever going to take them off again. It's funny (and positively enchanting) how the close proximity of a thousand wonderful things can make what you're actually currently experiencing seem eminently tolerable - take today, for example. If this day was to be shifted back in time by three or four weeks, then I can guarantee you that I would be gnashing my teeth and rending my hair in desperation for it all to be over. But, because it's my second to last day here, I'm inclined to view the experience benevolently, and am unscarred by the constant grinding boredom. I can almost enjoy it, in fact, because the end is finally in sight.
AAAAAAAAAAAH!
And now for some nonsense.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Things I am looking forward to most of all.
1. Being reunited with my two beautiful Christchurch ladies, Sophia St de Villier, and Bipolar Bear. They make that city a fantastic place to live.
2.Sitting in the garden at home, surrounded by tweetling birds and buzzing bumbles, and smoking a gigantic spliff with my wonderful younger brother. This may sound somewhat trashy (I hate it when people go on about their pot-smoking habits, it sounds as though they're paradoxically proud of it and are waiting for some form of reaction.) but, rest assured, this is not what I am doing. It just happens to be one of my favourite things to do in the company of my gigantic younger brother. Many are the revelations unearthed in this manner.
3. Standing on a boulder, 12 feet above a crystal-clear New Zealand swimming hole, and taking a running dive headfirst straight in.
4. Trailbike!!! Taking it out to the rough land around the river and, no doubt, bruising the fuck out of myself.
5. Family, family, family.
Love to all xoxoxox
Today everything in the world is a rosy pink. I have my tinted glasses on and am not ever going to take them off again. It's funny (and positively enchanting) how the close proximity of a thousand wonderful things can make what you're actually currently experiencing seem eminently tolerable - take today, for example. If this day was to be shifted back in time by three or four weeks, then I can guarantee you that I would be gnashing my teeth and rending my hair in desperation for it all to be over. But, because it's my second to last day here, I'm inclined to view the experience benevolently, and am unscarred by the constant grinding boredom. I can almost enjoy it, in fact, because the end is finally in sight.
AAAAAAAAAAAH!
And now for some nonsense.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Things I am looking forward to most of all.
1. Being reunited with my two beautiful Christchurch ladies, Sophia St de Villier, and Bipolar Bear. They make that city a fantastic place to live.
2.Sitting in the garden at home, surrounded by tweetling birds and buzzing bumbles, and smoking a gigantic spliff with my wonderful younger brother. This may sound somewhat trashy (I hate it when people go on about their pot-smoking habits, it sounds as though they're paradoxically proud of it and are waiting for some form of reaction.) but, rest assured, this is not what I am doing. It just happens to be one of my favourite things to do in the company of my gigantic younger brother. Many are the revelations unearthed in this manner.
3. Standing on a boulder, 12 feet above a crystal-clear New Zealand swimming hole, and taking a running dive headfirst straight in.
4. Trailbike!!! Taking it out to the rough land around the river and, no doubt, bruising the fuck out of myself.
5. Family, family, family.
Love to all xoxoxox
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