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unspoken response.

You know how when you’re in the heat of the moment and are lost for words, but minutes, hours, days after, all the words come back, reasons and justifications but it’s too late to say it. This is basically my jumbled written response.

I understand that university grades are important, that they determine your future and your job opportunities, but that doesn’t mean they are everything. It doesn’t mean I should abandon all my interests and the things I love to study twenty four seven. Because that will only make me miserable, I don’t know what I would do without climbing. University is meant to be one of the best moments of your life, and it’s meant to be enjoyed. And not to be cliché or anything but it’s true you only do live once. I don’t even know why I need to justify my reasons to you, I’m not failing, not even close to it. Nor do I even go out much, I’m always trying to make it home for dinner so you don’t eat alone. And you think university is easy, that architecture degree? Piece of cake. But you sleep at eight every night, you haven’t seen the late nights I pull for drawings, assignments and models, and when you greet me at six in the morning, you think it’s just cause I got up early instead of being up all night. Granted I do procrastinate a bit on the internet, and have awful time management but it’s my nature, I’m trying to change it but if this is how I’ve worked for the last eighteen years of my life, do you really think it’s that easy to change? Truthfully, the reason why I think you’re nitpicking on my minor faults is because I’ve been too good, never had that crazy teenage stage and act up, and have an amazing brother who has never made you think twice about anything.

The last thing, I understand your words, that you mean the best for me but just think about the way you say it, it makes such a big difference and it’d go a long way to making me listen to you. Hurts less too.

feeling uninspired.

Lack of inspiration for fictional writing. Every time I start planning something, it just feels so cliché and superficial, so overwritten and overdone. I don’t know maybe cause of my naivety I didn’t notice it before but now it’s really bugging me.

Maybe this is what you would term a writer's block. 

cronulla beach.

Blinding golden rays make it the perfect weather for a beach outing. Kids running left and right, sand flying up in a blur like a slow motion action film. Families lounging under gigantic beach umbrellas, couples enjoying each other’s company, girls sunbaking and eyeing topless lifesavers whilst boys stand around trying to look casually cool in their boardies. Can’t forget the sagging scarring sights whom should be banned from walking around in speedos.

And below the hum of conversation, shrieks of laughter, and the squall of seagulls, the ever constant gentle crash of the ocean waves, hugging the shore. The first entry always a shock, teeth chattering cold. But as the time passes, the water warms and become a simple pleasure to be in. Playing in the water and having fun despite being bridal style carried and dunked half a dozen times.

As the sun ducks behind a cloud and the water cools, we retreat to the beach to sunbake dry. Lazing with not a care in the world, the time passes quickly, a sad reality. And after a lunch of fish and salt and pepper chips, it’s time to go home.

A lot of fun and a day well spent.

sunshine and seashells

No matter how many books she had already written and published, she still found starting a new book the hardest. She’d write words and words, edit and fix that one first sentence but without avail that one sentence which had taken so excruciatingly long to write would seem like absolute rubbish. Leaving her again at point blank with a white sheet and a single blinking black line. Repeat a few hundred times and that had been her day so far.

The table began to vibrate, a quick check of the small fluorescent screen confirmed her suspicions, her editor. Again.

She took off her headphones and reading glasses, aware that without a break she would get nowhere. Drinking the remnants of her third cup of coffee, she leaned back, stretching in her seat and holding back a yawn. As she stretched her neck, her eyes caught on a forgotten object upon her shelf. Hidden in the back corner of the middle row, behind all the plushies and toys, was a dusty glass jar.

Tucking a wisp of blond hair, absentmindedly behind her ear, she stood up, grasping the jar for a closer look. Inside was a layer of pure white sand and several sea shells, various patterns covering the corrugated edges. She closed her eyes as her mind took her back to that week of sunshine and sand, seashells and dolphins. Of intertwined hands and whispered words.

Of that one night and the jarring sound of shattering glass.

She sat back down, releasing her tight grip upon the jar. Turning to her screen, she grimly knew how to start.

A/N: I haven't really felt like writing a story for a while so I forced myself to sit down and write one today, choosing a photo at random for inspiration. Might try this again another day for practice. Photo credit to soompi stock photos. 

start of something new.

lazing.

Today I woke up stressed, completely and utterly stressed. I’ve been lazing around while the workload has been ever increasing, still in the mindset that gets created and firmly established in the four month break from hsc to uni. Deadlines fast approaching while I stand dazed feeling like an animal caught in the blaring headlights of an oncoming truck in the darkest depths of the night. Willing to move yet unable to move.

Two weeks into architecture and I’ve just submitted in my first assignment, definitely the first of many to come. A slight weight has been lifted off my shoulders as four becomes three. But I must say compared to other courses, architecture has definitely been quite full on. By the end of another two weeks, I would have already designed my own building, exterior and interior, into a game program which then can be physically explored by a character; drawn, analysed and altered my own home to become more environmentally friendly and sustainable; drawn out the site plan, floor plans, elevations, axonometric technical drawings of a building complete with rendering totalling most likely more than thirty hours of drawing and researched a building, compiling 60-100 hd images from the resources of all three uni’s.

Pretty crazy right?

I guess the sudden bout of stress is good in a sense to boot kick me into action. Albeit a bit late, but better than never. Let’s hope I start pulling my weight awfully soon.