A life full of daydreams and expectations is not always one full of dissapointments.
So I’ve been somewhat awol from the online life for a while, but my shiny new toy boy
Vaio and a bit of bed-ridden time-off has inspired me to do a quick catchup post o=).
As the picture above may suggest, I went on a little photographic holiday - thats me on Heron Island, probably the only photo of me, thanks to Zoe and Chris, a fantastic photographing couple I met there who filled me with tips and showed me where to go a lot of the time! I could babble on forever about it, but it was basically a much needed break with a lot of snorkelling the great barrier reef, exploring, walking, more exploring, and rest.
Being dropped off by boat in the middle of the ocean with snorkel in one hand and underwater camera in the other was a little scary, and swimming with sharks for the second time was a lot less… controlled, but exhilerating to say the least! I was suprised by how un-scary it ended up being; floating around just off the reef feeling completely vulnerable to nature. The sunburn on the other hand.. ouch.
Whilst the holiday ended up in a bit of sun-stroke illness it is definately one I’d love to repeat some day with a bunch of friends. Wildlife there was stunning, and I fell in love with all the turtle hatchlings, watched them come out of the sand every evening at sunset. Cuuuuuuuuute!
Sadly, my old computer has suffered another lightning attack (who would have thought - it DOES strike the same place twice, grr), and a lot of my photos are unaccessible for now, but hopefully not forever.
The rest of life-before-Masters was jam packed with another queensland holiday, house-sitting, and pretending to redesign a room which I still havent moved into yet. Made a mirror Ill try put a pic up of later, it’s one of my better efforts if I do say so myself
Finally and joyously I quit Kmart in a fit of quiet grumbles. Good riddance and no regrets there! I’m now a photographer’s assistant doing private potraits of kids 0-5ish travelling around childcare places. Its fun - not even the best of you imaginers could picture grumpy-me doing what I do. Call it silly-therapy. I am captain feathersword telling unfunny jokes and baby-talking 90% of the time. And im already sick from little-kiddy sniffly noses. But its rewarding, already learnt a lot of new stuff.
Soooo holiday-revived Kellie began new uni, new car (well parents recycled one), new laptop (woo! - boo for the excessively obsessively insanely security conscious vista tho), new job (phew), almost new room, what else…
Ok ok I get it, boring now, next post shall be livened up with political whinges (snort) and lively criminological debates (pfft)… Actually the new course is suprisingly and dauntingly politics-based so i’m getting a bit of a crash course at the moment. Most of the stuff we have done in class has been said on a ‘whats said in here stays here’ basis so i cant share much. I know I’ve found my place as a forensic psychologist though. I no longer roll my eyes at the ‘omg you must love csi/omg you psycho-analyse dead people?’ cracks and will happily launch into how I have to get my Hep B shots and get to visit Gaols in a matter of weeks - yay! Not so yay talking to the class on erectile dysfunction and paraphillias but thats a hurdle yet to be tackled.
Somebody give me an idea on what i should actually post on this thing, I forget why I made it again! :p
Adios!
