Friday, June 15, 2001

A Poem about Vincent:

You dreamed I was an architect
I couldn't stay with you because
I was going to be late for class.
But you wanted me to stay.

We had walked much of the
previous day.
And it wasn't cold because
we held hands.
We became buildings of our own.


Tuesday, June 05, 2001

Just showed my mum how blogs work. She couldn't read the log properly (going blind) and didn't really think it was too amazing ("It's amazing what you can do these day" and walked out of the room) Hmmm, maybe I'll keep sending her reminders to visit my page! Anyways, keep going girl!

Monday, June 04, 2001

It's so hard to think exactly what I want to write. I try to be very clean and precise with my typing, grammar etc, and I dread pressing the 'publish' key. It's too exact. I have to try to remind myself to use this more often. I love diaries, what the hell is wrong with the computer one? It is the 'real' publish-ness that I am feeling, I think. I'll be more carefree later, I'm sure. These initial stages just feel a little strange.
WELL, then! see you later!