yes. i am innocent.

You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.

"And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant to
go into the Dark Wood. Disregarding the advice
given to her by the spirits, Unicorn went
inside and bled silver blood.. For her
misdeed, the world knew evil."

Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve
(Christian) and Pandora (Greek).
The Unicorn is associated with the concept of
innocence, the number 3, and the element of
water.
Her sign is the twilight sun.

As a member of Form 3, you are a curious
individual. You are drawn to new things and
become fascinated with ideas you've never come
in contact with before. Some people may say
you are too nosey, but it's only because you
like getting to the bottom of things and
solving them. Unicorns are the best friends to
have because they are inquisitive.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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domestic bliss, untitled

oh, my. and still it continues.

yesterday em and i spent the day doing household stuff, but you can read about that on her page. i love our house. i love it to tiny little pieces. if it was made of candy i would lick it every day.

ahem.

and then, after all the house stuff, kyle and nina came round and we all cycled to dad's house together for his birthday dinner thingumy. mmm. boereworse. (sp?) things with my dad are...well, odd as always. we have a range of topics where everything is fine, and we can talk quite civilly and it's all lovely. and then as soon as we stray into certain areas everything gets unpleasant. but there was no straying last night. in fact, it was largely just nina and i talking to my dad's work-mate's girlfriend. constantly, loudly and excitedly. but it all seemed to go ok.

and after that nina and i went to a party in fremantle, 'cos em and lizzie were there. but we didn't know anyone else.

except for the couple who'd been opposite me when i was at hospital a couple of weeks ago 'cos of my wrist. perth is small. tiny!

so nina and i thought maybe we'd go home, and plan a was: cycle to the train station, train to perth, cycle home.
but the train wasn't coming for 20minutes!
how dull.
so we cycled home.

there were seagulls, a whole flock against the night sky, and we both had to stop and stare and talk about the impossibility of communicating the beauty of the moment. we tried to take photos anyway.

and there were boats all lit up, out at sea.

and there was perfect weather, with soft warm breezes.

we saw a lot of drunk boys, off on their own, staggering around.

both of us have been seeing a lot of dead birds lately.

perth would be a better place if it was more cycling friendly, we both think. particularly because of all the idiots in cars who drive too fast and too carelessly. grrr. yes. when the revolution comes...

and we talked almost the whole way home, and sometimes i don't realise how much i miss our talking until it happens again.

finally got home, and crashed almost at once. i had to tidy my room first, of course. and lay on my bed in my wonderful room listening to chopin.

and then all today has been lovely home time, too. garden shopping with nate and em, and em has such great plans for the garden. my contribution for the day was weeding out the front garden bed while i talked to chloe about NaNoWriMo. Yup. next month i will be writing a novel. and i think it will all go on here, perhaps. it will suck, though, but it's allowed to.

i'm getting so much better at people. at realising how comforting it is to have people i can talk to. at realising how much i enjoy spending time giving love and affection to all the wonderful people in my life. i know i need time alone, but not nearly as much as i used to think.

plus, aren't people wicked? like em, for example, who is an absolute delight and is cooking again tonight. another delicious dinner on our porch. which is itself delicious, in its own way. (did i mention i love my house? did i mention it more than twenty times?)

another person who is lovely is simon, since he volunteered to drive the ute for the freedom centre float in the pride parade. and also, he calls me mate a lot. noone calls me mate. 'cos simon is ocker (sp?), in an odd kind of way. yes. so that was nice of him, and made some of chloe's pride organisation a little easier, and so he gets a gold star. (also, he says he doesn't want to be on anyone's journal, so i'm going to put him on here all the time. 'cos i am mean. oh so mean. and hardcore.)

oh! and julian came over and mowed our lawn, despite the large quantities of alcohol he consumed last night and his lack of sleep.

sometimes (often when dickheads in cars are yelling at me, or when i watch the news) i think people are crap and awful and should all die horribly. and then other times people just do such beautifully caring things, even just small everyday things, that make me so full of joy and love and other squishy feelings.

time to go! nearly time for eating, so i should shower and be clean and dressed and stuff. yes. cos it is nice to be clean and not covered in sweat.

bye kids! i wanna lick your faces!

also:

favourite quote from the NaNoWriMo FAQ page:
"Did you know there is a group in Vancouver that writes novels in a weekend?
Yes, and they are fools. Everyone knows that any deep and lasting work of art takes an entire month to make."