Field of Daize’s

I missed writing in the diary yesterday… bad bad bad mormon am I.
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Well, Elvis has entered the builiding, ladies and gentlemen! Lol, that is just my rediculous way of saying that my great uncles have touched down in Australia, and are at the moment relaxing to the sweet smells of my cooking (darn sexy cooking, this laddle of mine), and lolling in front of the tv watchin Turner Classic Movies. Wether they understand a word is completely beyond me, but they seem to enjoy themselves, so it can’t be all bad.
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Well, she’s come back home. Again, I hope she’ll be able to get the courage to actually talk to someone. Some relief there, to be sure, from everyone.
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Hmm, my stupid knee is….. well…. stupid. I seem to get this recurring pain on it, at the most inoportune times. Like when I ride my bike, for example. I don’t want an injury.. I’m a youngin’, I don’t deserve this.
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Silly silly girl. I don’t know what the etiquette is for writing about this all. Still, chances are she’ll never come across any of these entries. Silly silly girl. At the moment I’m more worried about her sisters and her family. D is a strong gal, and she’s stubburn to the end. I think she’ll make it through this all, but she is going to have to humble herself and ask for help. At least she knows where she is, and has control of where she’ll go. It is so impotent not knowing where she is. And then you start to get all the worst case scenarios runninig through your head. This is not good.
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Well, I guess the action last night deserves some sort of eulogy. I decided not to write it last night, since I wanted to really think about what I was going to say. It is a funny postition to be in, and I don’t really know where ettiquette and apropriatness kick in. Specially on my part. God knows my relationship with the girl in question is of a somewhat paculiar nature. Out of the rich kolaidascope of friends that she has, I don’t think I quite fit comfortably in any classification, or perhaps I do, and don’t feel it.
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Before the boring spiel today, two major announcments. First of all, I FINALLY got the song that had been in my head for the better part of two weeks from the internet. Thanks to mick’s quick wit, I can now listen to it repitedly for another two weeks before I get sick of it.
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Hmm, it gets scarier and scarier when people start reading my diary. I never really think of how many people are reading this at any time. I have an idea of some of the regualar readers. But the simple fact is that I don’t expect anyone to be looking at it, not even my family (thought to be fair, when the do read it, they tend to go through the archives. This leads to some funny conversations about things that I had forgoten I wrote!). Yet, it seems as though more people than I thought are reading my dribble, which puts me in a paculiar spot.
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Some of you may note that I am borrowing from someone elses diary headings. Not my fault. I read it in Stephs diary the other day, and I can’t get the damn song out of my head. Furthermore, I have no idea what it is called, or who sings it, which means that I have no way of downloading it from the internet. Not a happy chappy..
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