I'm listening to Journey at full blast in a library full of Queensland State Legislation records. By myself. I briefly wonder if Henry Higgins would dig 'Don't Stop Believin' as much I do. You don't know who he is but that's ok because if you did you'd either be a boring-ass law student or smarter than me. Most of the time the former and the latter are synonymous.

I've never been so incredibly happy in my life. I don't know why quite yet: there isn't half as much inspiration in real law school as there was when I was 8 years old, walking the mahogany halls of the Moscow Legal Library. I'm not an heiress, or a model or the proud mother of 8 children. All of those irkingly happy people you talk to always have one of those don't they? A reason, a source, a explanation for why, exactly, they're happy right then.

I get excited about keeping those 3-D glasses you get at the movies. I wear them in public. I'm that girl.

If i'm not smiling, don't blink, I will be before your poor little eyeballs lose too much moisture. Nothing worse than a dry eyeball.

There are few things I love more than singing, a close second being traveling...possibly spaghetti with actual meatballs. You know, the yummy home made ones? Trying to keep up vegetarianism, but it's really difficult in a country that has reliable meat.

Message me if you paused on the words 'reliable meat' and thought about anything except for food products.

Whatever gets me by, really. Law School when there's nothing else to do, traveling around Australia when I can steal away...which is often.

Roller skating
Running in slow motion
Making breakfast foods
Wham! style dancing
Dinner, party of one

I don't know... I don't notice a lot of things about myself for the first time.

I've been trying desperately to find a new book to nestle into. I ride the train a lot so I need some inspiring literature. And the scope of the term 'literature' extends to Dilbert comics and possibly those books with animated naked people on them. Who even reads those?

I'm a big movie buff. If it came out in the last 30 years, chances are i've seen it. And have something very deep and sophisiticated to say about it like, "This would go well with popcorn."

Open to all music...and food. Unless it has parsley. That stuff is the throw pillow of cooking world.

My laptop
The beach
My giant poofy blanket
Good friends
Books
My blender

You ever notice how donald duck never wears pants? But when he gets out of the shower, he wraps a towel around his waist? What's up with that?

Either waiting to be somewhere i want to be, or being in that place, off my face...wearing lace?

Mains. Urban Dictionary that shit. Pun intended.

You're not boring, psychotic or even slightly full of yourself.

you're like... the bass guitarist for a funky, up and coming band. I need a place to go on my boring friday nights. By place I mean the dive bar that you're playing at, not the dive bar i'd be at anyway.