Dude. I am sunburnt. Maracas sun gets one red. Gack. Very red. Not good. Not spectacularly attractive either. Christ. Kin burns when you're playing on the beach. I am worn out but good. Yesterday was mad fun. When I say mad I mean mad. Uhm also, there will be no incriminating photos posted of a certain's person ass anywhere Jhagroo. Those eyes are rather shifty you know.

Ugh. I have to go see if I get a job today. Something of the sort - not exactly sure what we'll be doing, but should be interesting. At least I have been considered for it. Also will be working with Dirk (sorta) - my god the horror. Hehehe. I'll get back to sleep soon I promise but I need to get some of this stuff blogged. I got to bed around 8 and slept through till nearly 1.

I woke up with to sound of my fan and breeze through the trees outside. I could have sworn it was the exact feeling I get when I'm on vacation at the beach and all that. My bed was sorta empty though. Least it was comfy. I wasn't feeling to move - felt so dead, then realised I had to go to the potty. Got some water and got online and well I've been here since just talking and such.

Time to get introspective and thinky. It's about that time of the morning when I'm alone and things are quiet and the music's playing softly that I think. There are so many beautiful just absolutely gorgeous times that you wish you could just capture forever. Those times when you think holy shit this could be a movie scene...there should be music to this. Sometimes there's a song playing that's just perfectly matched to that moment and sometimes there's none but you know which song you'd play if you were making the movie. The soundtracks to our lives are necessary.

I love love love coming home from the beach after a good day, listening to goood music, with everyone quiet (probably tired) and just chilling lookng out the window at the sun going down and peeping through the trees and the wind blowing through your hair. Oh woo hoo it's one of the most beautiful things in the world.
Sorry I must get these things out of my head. The visuals are just bloody amazing - I need to get this on film at some point when have become genius.

Oh...my...God...have found another person who likes Rufus Wainwright. *faint* Someone who knew off the bat who I was talking about. Woo ha!

You know I realised I'm changing in certain ways? I think. Maybe in my head not actions. Not sure. Eep.