My entirely rebellious entry.

Dear Readers of the hopefully intelligent universe,

I’ve decided that Fridays should be blogging days, for the mere fact that I keep forgetting to update, despite the random hints from friends. It’s been over three weeks since I’ve graced my presence and I apologise for the lack of updates. This opening paragraph explaining my lack of updates is becoming a frequent occurrence I might add.

Ironically this entry is being published on a Sunday, but I digress it did begin this on Friday. I also apologise that this entry is rather scrambled as they seem to be lately. It has no coherent pattern of any kind.

It’s during these three weeks or so with university and work I have discovered a lot about myself. In fact I have noticed a great change within myself the past few months. I’ve become a rebel. AN ENTIRE REBEL!

For starters, I think I might have quit Pixi Foto. I decided against my better judgement not to show up for a shift, or three hour staff meeting on Tuesday. So believing that one staff meetings aren’t typically three hours long and two, having better places to be. I decided they should keep their precious $18 per hour. My flatmate answered my phone and said I was sick, the manager may or may not have believed her if it weren’t for the fact that she’s a sadist and was laughing while describing my illness. Sooooo I am fired. I feel like I’ve turned into the employee I am not supposed to be. The End!

Secondly since I have been here in Australia I have started drinking. I was NEVER going to do that. I even made a pledge when I was nine before I understood what alcohol was. This might include other beliefs I made a pledge too before understanding them as well.

Thirdly, I have become even more confused when it comes to religious matters. I don’t know what I believe in anymore. It may have to do with the fact that I am studying journalism and all the stuff I have been learning at university. I am constantly questioning things. I think I am leaning towards humanism for some reason. I’ll write more about this another time.

I have also recently thought about dates April 18 and October 24. I keep dreaming about them and I feel they have some sort of significance, but I can’t figure it out. It could be that April 18th and October 24th are just a dates and random information that slipped into my consciousness?

I have the following theories:

I dreamt that on April 18 Chris and Amy went to London with out me and I felt left out and decided to go back to Canada.

April 18 is the day I met Officer Old, (whom now is also being referred to as the chemist.) However there is something wrong with this particular theory. I met him on the 20th of April. I only know this because I wrote about it comprehensively in my journal on the 21st. Journals are a wonderful archive of garbled ramblings that no one will ever read except me.

Then again April 18 could have something to do with London, Chris and Amy or perhaps my fate of whether or not I go home?

As for the dream about October 24 I dreamt about a photo album with lots of photographs. There were photos of my cousin, some unknown guy and I in the forest, presumably a national park and my old dogs Shelby and Heidi, which I compulsively started taking them out. The album was dated October 24. I suddenly realised I wanted to put the photos back, but they kept sliding everywhere. I then realised that some of the photos had blue tack so I used it to put it back together, including taking blue tack from photos still in the album.
I know that on October 24 I was interviewed for a job at Pixi Foto. Ironically when this date came to me in my dream I was looking at a photo album. I wonder if that is just coincidence though.

October 24 could also be the day I started thinking about song of the superheroes? Although I vaguely remember reading in my journal my beginning ideas on the 26th and of course I didn’t actually write the first chapter till the 31st. I still feel happy every time I read the beginning sentence “Sarah Evans has a very busy day ahead of her…” written in my big bubbly messy writing.

I have many other theories I thought of but I’ve forgotten. Case in point I am obsessed and I over analyse things too much.

Speaking of words, thinking about language and something the lecturer said. How “language speaks us.” We can’t have thoughts without language as we use words. It is language that constructs society and it is seen as the necessity for being.

P.S. I have a new flatmate which brings the flatmate total to 18! EIGHTEEN! She is pretty cool by the way.