September 10th, 1998

butterfly girl : where she goes when she

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I'm back! Did you miss me? Nah, probably not. Just kidding. So much has happened in the last couple of weeks, psycho weekends (Saturday night was totally crazy and fun) and all, but now I'm back in the journalling mode. I think. My page is just about ready to go up - I was going to wait a while, write some more, wait until I was completely ready for the world to see me again, but ya know, I think I missed having a webpage. I've done more writing in the last couple of days than I have in the last few months. I finally found my inspiration - my own life. Yeah, I know that sounds tacky. But seriously - to be a writer, I've learned that it's best to be able to write from the heart. If I write about the things that I know about, then I know they'll be good. It's not me pretending to be someone else.

It's 5 days until my 18th birthday. What can I say - it's arriving quickly. I used to look so forward to finally being 18. Now I'm not so sure. Not that I don't want to be 18 at last - it'll be nice to finally be able to get into 18+ places like all the new pool halls! But I guess apart from that, being 18 won't be any different. Oh yeah, and there's my party. Of course, the usual pre-party jitters are setting it. It's in 9 days. 9 days. It's not really long. Of course, my parents and my nan are doing the "ohmigosh, my baby is growing up so quickly!" routine, but hey, they do that every year. And then my sister, who is 9 months younger than me, pipes up with, "what about me? Aren't I growing up?" Jealousy.

What else? I'm trying to sum up the last couple of weeks in a nutshell. I got a package yesterday from my best friend, Angela, who lives in Sydney. I'm finally going to meet her this summer! I rang her last night, and it's pretty definate, I'm going to stay with her in January, next year. When I told Angela, she started screaming, and her mum was pretty excited too, from what I could hear. She's always asking me when I'm coming over to stay, and it's finally going to happen! Unless something major happens, anyway! I've been writing to Angela for 3 years, it'll be so cool to see her in person! But it's a little while away anyway.

I can't really think of anything else to say for now...My online interest is dying out, I've only been on a couple of times this week. There's very few people that I talk to now, and I never go to the message boards at the domains anymore, even though they used to be the first thing I checked out when I went online a couple of months ago. It's good though - I like having a webpage, but I guess I don't want to get caught up with all the hype and fights and bitchiness and stuff again.

Bec's friend Maureen invited me to her 20th party, next Friday night, up in Bridgewater - rotten luck that it happens to be on the day before my own party! To get to Bridgewater, I'd have to catch two buses, one into the city and one out of the city into the hills, plus get back in time the next day to set up for mine, plus get enough sleep the night before to make it through the night! So I guess the sensible thing to do would be not to go. :( Oh well, there'll be other parties...I guess it just would have been nice to do something outside of my own group for a change, but oh well!

The movie "Les Miserables" comes out over here next week, which is my favourite musical - but as for a movie? I have to admit, it sounds crap. Hell, my favourite character, Eponine, isn't even in it! Claire Danes plays Cosette, and I forget who else is in it. I did some research on it today. But seriously - I don't know if I even want to see it now - before, I was really looking forward to it, but it's nothing like the original (book) or the musical. Drats. I thought it would be an alternative to seeing the stage production, since it's not coming to Adelaide, unfortunately. Maybe it'll be in Sydney at the same time I'm over there though - I forgot to ask Angela.

Oh well, I guess I just have to decide whether I'm ready yet to put this page up. Maybe I should sleep on it.