Daylight Day 31: S.A.D.
“Can you believe it’s my wedding month already?” trilled Mum. Dad and I exchanged a glance of woe. I caught myself and checked for sparkles.
Still not EMO. How can my hair be so green without falling out? Maybe I’ve become an anti-EMO. If only I could believe that.
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“S.A.D” is a genuine medical condition. It stands for “Seasonal Affective Disorder” and it happens to people who are (otherwise) mentally healthy. Basically it means that prolonged cloudy weather (eg in Forks) causes temporary mental illness. Affected people sleep more, eat more, and basically act as if they’re hibernating.
But. . . is it merely a seasonal disorder, or have they been bitten by an EMO?
It is far more prevalent in cloudy countries (Finland, etc) where the EMOs prefer to live. Coincidence? I think not.
Daylight Day 30: Tower Treasure Hunt #2
Finally a weekend! No more sightings of Mr Joh and the principal sharing a tissue box. No more in-class essays on HOW I FEEL. Just Ed. D’oh!
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Can you guess what suburb and street this is taken from (Ben, this is one of the ones you DIDN’T see me taking)?
Daylight Day 28: Tower Treasure Hunt #1
Pi enjoyed demonstrating his ability to restrain Ed with a single finger.
Mum and Dad’s wedding is set for thirty November.
Still not EMO.
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Today the twittertales blog begins a whole new category: the tower treasure hunt.
The rules are simple: I put up a picture I’ve taken of Telstra Tower (one of Canberra’s coolest landmarks, standing 195m high on top of Black Mountain) from a major thoroughfare, and you guys try to guess the suburb and road it was taken from. Then I give the owner of the first correct answer some candy (possibly through the mail).
Daylight Day 27: Some sky
Mr Joh said life is a meaningless series of unconnected events, so there’s no point studying. Finally this pandemic has an up side!
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Rather than describing today’s pretty sky, here’s a picture. It says a lot about Canberra that this is taken from (just) within the city – a street parallel to one belonging to a friend of mine.
Daylight Day 26: Cheer up emo kid
Found Ed pinned helplessly under Pi’s ten-year old foot. “This gets easier by the day!” said Pi.
I said, “We already KNEW EMOs were weak.”
Still not EMO, despite my boyfriend getting regularly beaten up by my nerdy little brother. Dad said red is a very emotional colour. Great.
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Here is a cute picture to help fight the EMO menace within our hearts. (Please send inspiring/funny “cheer up emo kid” submissions to fellissimo[at]hotmail[dot]com.)
Daylight Day 25: Awkward!
Came home from school to find Pi wrestling Ed. They broke apart and looked at me guiltily. “Ed! No biting!” I said.
“Who me?” he said.
Dobbed on Pi, but Mum wasn’t concerned. “Healthy exercise is just what EMOs need. What do you think about a red colour scheme?”
“Mu-um!”
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Before I begin – hello to Lachlan, Markus, Scarlet, James, and all the other people who “volunteered” for my writing workshop at their school today. I had a great time.
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Don’t you hate it when your boyfriend is always trying to suck your blood? I know I do. . .
Today is “share your awkward moment” day (Ben, you KNOW I’m looking at you). I’ll start by cutting and pasting a blog entry from https://felicitybloomfield.wordpress.com (my other blog):
Yesterday I went to our mechanic to arrange a time for my partner’s car to FINALLY get fixed (it’s been a saga going on for months – every time we take it in for one thing, they find another thing wrong). It’s a service station where I often get petrol, so people know me and both our cars very well – they’ll actually ask how one car or another is running when I buy petrol.
The main mechanic was serving someone when I arrived, so another one wrote down the appointment for me. “And what type of car is it?” he said.
And I froze. Just couldn’t remember. Was it a Mazda – or was that mine? What on earth was MY car (other than off-white. . .)?
“It’s a mazda wagon,” I said at last. “At least, I THINK it’s a mazda. Definitely a wagon. . . definitely. . .”
I wandered off with, as always, images of praire settler wagons in my head. Does anyone else think it’s wrong to call a car a wagon?
Anyway. . .
That wasn’t as bad as when I foolishly went shopping with my husband in an unfamiliar shopping centre. We only had a few things to buy – bread, milk, fruit, maybe a can of tuna or something. So we walked along the aisles together, looking at the signs so we knew where to go. I spotted a whole aisle for alcohol (unusual, since alcohol normally gets its own little section in a corner somewhere) and said, “Mmmm. . . . booooooze.”
My partner didn’t say anything, but what can one say to that? So I just kept walking, chatting away happily. He still didn’t reply, so I stopped and turned around to ask him a question.
Naturally, my husband had wandered off long ago and was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I faced a security guard wearing that, “Yes, I AM watching you” face.
At which point I stopped talking and went to find my straying husband.
Me? Crazy? My friend Bobby the Invisible Bear says I’m just fine.
Daylight Day 24: Bleeding Love
Ed’s Mum rang. I said, “Erm. . . Did you want Ed back?”
She sighed and said, “I don’t deserve him. You keep him.”
“Thanks. Thanks SO much.”
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And here are the lyrics to the song Ed was playing yesterday. It’s sung by Leona Lewis.
Closed off from love, I didn’t need the pain
Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain
Time starts to pass before you know it you’re frozen
But something happened for the very first time with you
My heart melted to the ground, found something true
And everyone’s looking ’round, thinking I’m going crazy
But I don’t care what they say, I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away but they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open
And I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
Trying hard not to hear but they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal is to keep me from falling
But nothing’s greater than the rush
That comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness I see your face
Yet everyone around me thinks that I’m going crazy
Maybe, maybe
But I don’t care what they say, I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away but they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open
And I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
And it’s draining all of me
Oh, they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars for everyone to see
I don’t care what they say, I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away but they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open
And I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
And I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open
And I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
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[If you actually read through all that, go NOW and buy yourself a pack of chocolate]
Daylight Day 24: Twilight Merchandise
I felt mean and gave Ed his ipod and speaker. He played “Bleeding Love” for twelve hours. Still not EMO, though after that I do want to cry.
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Yesterday I discovered something truly horrifying: a life-size silhoutte of Edward Cullen that lovesick teens can stick to their bedroom wall for that “stalker boyfriend” feeling as they sleep. It comes with Edward’s favourite words to the lovely Bella to stick on the wall beside it: “Be safe”.
It’s $60.
In other news, one of my friends saw an echidna in Canberra today. (We do actually get a lot of kangaroos here – but we only ride them to school on special occasions.)
Daylight Day 21: Sunset
“Eureka!” Pi yelled from the EMO room. I ran in. Pi brandished his clipboard. “EMO makes your fringe grow!” “How is that useful exactly?”
Still not EMO, even though my boyfriend has better hair than me. On the up side, Pi stood in sunlight for me – no sparkles. Unlike Dad.
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If you live in or near Canberra, go look at the sunset. Now. Preferably from up high (I recommend the roof of your house). The clouds are thin as silk scarves wrapped around the sun.
Canberra has suddenly turned on the charm after unseasonal weeks of biting wilds, piercing rains, and constant glowering clouds. Yay for Spring!
Daylight Day 20: Blood
Is being obsessed with Ed’s hair a symptom of EMO? Pi was measured it AGAIN. I wish he’d go into the sunshine so I could see if he sparkles.
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I have AB+ blood and my husband has B+ blood. That means I can take his blood, but he can’t take mine 🙂
What’s your blood type?
Felicity Banks 