so this morning i woke up in joes bed, which is by far the best place i've woken up all year. i giggled my way through a letter that i left sitting in front of his alarm clock, then followed his directions to the bus stop.
on the bus, past the horrible bus driver, i sit down, stand up, sit down; trying to find the best place for reception while talking to my mother. turns out it was her end with the problem so i sat down and tried to avoid the glances of the other passengers.
skip to arriving in katoomba, finding elliots "looking for someone i know" face on the platform. we get coffee in our 'usual' cafe. i like having somewhere like that, it makes everything else seem a lot more vivid. we took a walk down the street, so elliot could buy some lunch. we sat down and brainstormed.
he's helping me (whether he wants to or not, haha) with the zine i've been thinking about. i can't really think of anyone better to help me. we know each other too well for words, he's good with words, we work well together (well, judging by our ideas), and we both have something to say. we're calling it "zine." because we're obvious like that. i wont tell you whats going to be in the first issue, because i don't want you all to get too excited and start bugging us about when we'll get it done. it may take awhile (knowing me).
we were really very productive today. in terms of actually doing things rather than just sitting and listening to music and patting the dogs. we, or i decided that we're not very depressed at all. because i say so. that and we can paint in black and have it look structural rather than angsty. better than any paintings i've seen by anyone our age recently, if i do say so myself.
on the train home, after our second latte (on which a teeny-tiny fly decided to land), i thought about Zine. and Him. i would write about last night, but i don't think i need to. i'll never forget it, so i don't need to document it. (this is what i've realised that my Aim is. but i'll save it for another post, when i'm not so messed up)