About 5 minutes ago I bought the camera out to the kitchen and mum gave me a panicky, “Don’t put this on the blog!”

Now usually I’d respect this kind of statement but in order to expose the most shameful thing about our house and to hopefully prevent it from happening as often, I’d like to introduce you to our fridge.

I live in what I think is a pretty good house. Being one of the ‘neater’ (most of the time) members of our household I’m generally fairly satisfied with the way things are – when I choose to ignore the numerous bits and pieces of ‘collections’ mum has around the place.

The fridge is a totally different matter. I’ve known Laura to jump infront of friends to ‘not let them look’ only to appologise profusely afterwards. “Just shove it where it fits, if it fits” is said fairly often as well as, “I don’t want to know what’s in there”.

So it’s been bad for a LONG time now since no one has bothered to clean the good old, cold, white thing. I’ve been avoiding it as much as possible. I could just clean it, but I find that there is vast difference between cleaning say, my room and cleaning off food and out of date salad dressings. I do throw the occasional suss looking item out but I do my absolute best to steer clear of getting involved.

I’d rather solve the problem by prevention and throwing things out well before they get really bad than deal with it only when it reaches a certain state.

So I walk out to where Mum and Laura are tackling every item I don’t want to know about. There are three bags of rubbish sitting on the floor. Mum poses for the photo with the packet of out of date, once ham.

Maybe later I’ll go looking for something in there beyond margarine and milk and venture beyond the door.

Whenever I happen to move out – which could be a while. I don’t ever want a fride that remotely resembles what we’ve got.

The days seem to procure dramatically different reactions. Yesterday I had quite a few good (or messy) reasons to be not so impressed with myself and yet it was superb in straightening some things out. I did, (as you checked Monica) take some time out for myself which was very important in clarifying a few things and finding God absolutely all over that. The God stuff is on the improve – if you can claim that?

Today uni cast it’s ugly shaddow yet again. I am frustrated at being sort of-perfectly okay with what I’m doing one day and totally fed up with it the next. I don’t exactly want to give you another gloomy blog post again, but hmm it’s a bit of the reality at the moment (not everything of course but hey).

The problems I have with back/neck/shoulders are usually fairly subtle, so much that I think I’m just used to it never being quite right and only after a longish day or excessive hours of having to use the computer do they really hurt, but coming home today was pretty bad and still is. It’s reached a point where I’m trying to work out why I’m so ‘Blah’ so often and I think it’s got a lot to do with it. I went to the lake for a little bit after getting back to my car because I needed to walk or move/stretch a bit or something. It’s a beautiful day out there! I really should get my back checked it’s no longer pleasant. Oh… and if you ever want to give me a massage?

I had afternoon tea with Sam who was in a very silly/funny/hilarious mood. She gave me a present! The Garden State dvd. I am very happy as it was on my list (which doesn’t really exist) of the movies I want to own. Thanks Sam! If I wasn’t going out tonight, I stay home and watch it in my beautifully clean room where I can actually sit on the bean bag again.

My blogs are spacing out to one day on, one day off… their content isn’t so much improving. A small cause – which is excellent for me but maybe not so good for you (as a an all said and done reader) is that I’ve started journalling again. Wish me well in my endeavours, but do give me a prod to put something new in here now and then.

Oh the lovelys of Connex. However much I detest and love the thing (simply because it saves me money on petrol) I really don’t appreciate it taking me 3hrs to get to uni. Leaving at 7:42am and getting there around 11:42am (pretty well on the dot) is not exactly preferable. Mind you, it’s probably a little bit to much to just blame on the train system. A good bit of blame must go as an almighty round of applause to Eastlink.

On the lighter side. My morning made the Herald Sun and I had company pretty much the whole way. We managed to say a quick hi to James while waiting for about an hour in a line that just kept on going, got a seat on the bus, experienced three kinds – no, make that four, ways of getting from A to B, Adrian was nice and caught me up on the whole class of Studio that I managed to miss (5 minutes sure beats 2hrs), and I still got my assignment in on time!

I have never seen a line of people that long before! (The photo – thanks Herald Sun, was pretty much exactly like it was but unfortunately doesn’t show how far down it went) The comments on the Herald Sun article are quite amusing (some guy hitch-hiked – which was definitely one of the options being discussed by those around us). I was not at all impressed with ‘miss smoker in the silver plastic vest’. She lit up in the middle of the crowd, jumped the queue and gave the uggliest greasy I’ve ever seen to some woman who told her off. Other than that it was all pretty peaceful, pretty amusing and fairly annoying.

Just glad I was not coming from Belgrave – or it would’ve been ten times worse.