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Hope for the future…

Some sad events in the past seven days have caused me to question myself and my personal strength, my person-strength, and my personal self-worth in ways I thought I would never have to.  But I guess that’s the big lesson in life–be prepared to adapt and be disappointed.  Unfortunately, in this instance the two people involved–myself and a person I love more dearly than anything in the world–have been unable to reconcile the differences of opinion.  And all the trust I had built up in that person has seeped out of the cracks of the air-tight, waterproof, shatterproof, and insecurity-proof box from imagination land that I had been living in for the past four months.  As you can see, it’s my fault that I thought I was enough because in trusting in that person I became an unrealistic optimist.  But because of the way in which the whole situation was improperly handled, the fear of losing one’s personal identity, and the misplaced attention to the physical, I have decided to sever ties in an attempt to let that person be what they feel is right while at the same time preserving my sense of self-worth.  Every part of me aches for this person; I want to trust them again, know them better and have a stronger connection than ever before.  However, I don’t want to betray myself to something that is not giving as much back to me.  Hopefully in the future the sentiments between us will change.  Hopefully we can be friends again. 

 This is why I have nothing for you, readers, as a spider diary entry.  The above-typed was hard enough to write on its own.  So have a great week and live a life of which you can be proud.  Remember decisions are difficult to make for a reason–they’re worth it in the end.  Sometimes people get hurt.  but often they realize that what they want to happen is a selfish projection–like the idea that a person will change to fit your needs after you hurt them in an unprovoked way.  Just a silly example, but still true. 

Love you friend,

Jordan

Quote of the week:

“Wasted time running scared

When all that love needs is to be believed in

All those springs come and gone

Past like chains of box cars weavin’

But I would be lyin’ if I didn’t tell you the truth

They will leave you, they will leave you

So come now

Let’s go dance to the siren song

Come now

Leave your damage behind and gone

Some are lost to you

Wasted time running scared

All that I need is to believe in

Something like a summer

And I know you need somebody just like I do

And all of these foxes go down in their burrows to hide

They will leave you, they will leave you behind

So come now

Let’s go dance to the siren’s song

Come now

Leave your damage behind and gone

Come now

Let’s go down to the dance floor

Come now

Lose your mind at la ballet d’or

Some are lost; some are leaving (2x)

But I’m not gone at all

I’m not going anywhere at all

Some are lost to you

You’ve wasted time running scared

Now autumn’s fire is ashes on the roofs

And it spins away like dust on pearls

As winter comes to usher in the evening

But all of these drummers go stand on the hillsides alone

They will leave you; they will leave you at home

So come now

Let’s go dance to the siren’s song

Come now

Leave your damage behind and gone

So come now

Let’s go down to the dance floor

Come now

Lose your mind at the la ballet d’or

Just come now

Come on let’s get out while the getting’s good

Come now

There’s no one left in the neighborhood”

-lyrics to “le ballet d’or” by the Counting Crows

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My friend Meredith and I went camping this weekend in Baw Baw National Park.  Talk about heaven on earth.  God lives in Baw Baw.

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The Baw Baw ghost forest.  The fog and drizzle were perfect special effects and made the wood of the trees change colors to the point that they looked as if they had burst into flames.

Shards of Glass and Painted Hands

I’m going to relate to you now the fairly bizarre account of one study abroad student’s unusually eventful Friday night.  On Friday, this most enterprising and adventurous of young women and her very talented, beautiful, and daring study abroad comrades set out to explore the nightlife of an exciting street in Melbourne known as Brunswick street.  On this day, her friends and she were celebrating the most holy day of all–their friend Hannah’s extravagant and diabolical twenty-first birthday (which Hannah secretly feared would amount to nothing because the twenty-first of birthdays is not a major occurrence in a country with a drinking age of eighteen). 

So the main study abroad student and her seven brave companions ventured into the dark unknown in search of the illusive Night Cat–a nightclub slated to have a live band and a hopping dance floor.  Successful were they in their pursuit for before long they found themselves handing their IDs to a very nice but grouchy bouncer named Alastair and entering the red-lit main room where no less than three hundred people gathered to party the night away!  The live band was performing a lively reggae beat and the high-spirited young women of the group quickly took to the dance floor, trying with little luck to find the beat of the nearly undanceable (but lovely listening) song.  They were quickly surrounded by desperate but attractive and polite young swags who begged to dance with the birthday girl and her friends.  The boys, until this point, acted more like wall-ornaments than members of the party…but that was quickly remedied by the arrival of two male friends who came to dance until the early morning rays broke the seal of the purple horizon. 

Hour upon hour descended upon the group until only three birthday friends remained–the main study abroad student, the birthday girl, and their friend Meredith.  One a.m. came, then two, and the band played on and on.  Another man–who appeared as if a young boy of twelve–came forward soon and introduced himself to the dynamic and strong young maiden Meredith and began to court her persistently much to our, and her, amusement.  Other men came forward too to dance with Hannah and the student.  The music played on until 3:15 when the young courter became too persistent and Meredith felt the need to remove herself for some air (and to get away for a little while) in the front of the nightclub. 

As the final song of the band came to a stupendous finish, Hannah, the student, and the only male friend that remained decided to go out to make sure Meredith was all right.  She stood steadfast in the cooling morning air, with the young suitor faithfully at her heels and we joined them–much to her delight and his dismay.  Standing there, we laughed about the night’s festivities and the success of a birthday well celebrated–until we heard a booming, thunderous crash from right beside us.  Indeed, the student barely turned her head in time to watch the entire front window of the nightclub crash down around a drunk young man who had leaned a bit too heavily against the pane.  The glass was more than an inch thick! and shards fell at the students’ feet.  Indeed, one piece hit her right below the eye!  Alas, she was fine and the drunk man seemed fine…until he stood up and began to bleed profusely upon the asphalt.  The poor silly dear was rushed to the hospital and his night ended in a flurry of oxygen tanks and stitches (and that’s all, the student fervently hoped!), though the cut was large and thick on his stomach. 

This signaled the end of a long night for the birthday group and saying her more than willing goodbyes to the disheartened young suitor, Meredith, Hannah, the male friend, and the student began their trek home.

And upon the student’s mind were the evening’s events so imprinted that the next day she could barely contain her boredom at the studying she endured.  She became so bored in fact that she painted her hands in the blue ink of Bic and took a photograph of the results.

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The End (or a new beginning)

Quote of the week:

Buddha said, “Hope causes Pain”…so don’t hope; do something about it or let it be.

Holding on to Yesterday…

All right, so the trip was phenomenal—absolutely perfect in every aesthetic and emotional way.  I left on March 19th for Adelaide and the very next morning I woke myself up at 5:30 to go on a tour of Kangaroo Island.  Have you ever had a wish-list destination that you built up in your mind to be this magical mystical place?  Well, Kangaroo Island is one of those places for me…and I wasn’t disappointed with the place by any stretch of my elastic imagination.  As we stepped onto the tour bus, the driver/tour guide joked, “Although this is Kangaroo Island, you won’t see any kangaroos here…because they’re all sleeping under the trees.”  We laughed and smiled and the tour began on a slightly cloudy, very chilly morning.  And then it drizzled…which was spectacular (I love drizzle).  This ten minute rain shower’s finale, however, foreshadowed what a great day I would have.  The rainwater puddled on road surfaces and because Kangaroo Island receives so little rain each year, all the Kangaroos came out from the bush and began lapping up the water as quickly as they possibly could.  This, obviously, means that I saw TONS of the illusive namesakes.  They crowded their awkward (and yet so graceful) bodies onto the roadways and enjoyed their natural treat.  Then we were taken to Seal Bay where a large colony of sea lions can be found; they were beautiful camera hogs, mugging for the camera like D-list celebrities (though they get As in my book).  Over the course of the day, I saw a short-beaked echidna, koalas, seals, birds, climbed a big rock, saw a magnificent arch, and made a nice friend with another one of the tour-ists. 

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Kangaroo Island view; those are the Remarkable Rocks in the distance.

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Kangaroos!

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“Please take my picture, sir.”

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Hubby and wife…

When I returned to Adelaide I was dirty and cold and sleepy but so exhilarated by the day that I dreamed about it that night.  The next morning I had to get up again at 5:30 to join my group for our Outback adventure.  We drove for at least ten hours from Adelaide to Coober Pedy where we stayed in an underground hostel.  Our group room (to fit all twenty two of us) was appropriately entitled “The Dungeon”. 

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If you ever wanted to know what an opal mine looks like…here’s one in Coober Pedy.

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The Dungeon…muwahahah!  Ahem, excuse me.  I left it dark on purpose…that was the amount of light in there.

On the 21st, we took a tour of Coober Pedy guided by one of many eccentric locals.  We visited a cemetery to watch the sunrise, took a time-out in a cave church, and visited another eccentric local’s underground home and opal mine.  His name was Crocodile Harry and apparently he and his land were used to film Mad Max.  If ever I saw a lost boys hideaway, this was it.  As the sun descended on yet another lovely day (after another 10 hours of driving), we camped in the REAL outback near Mt. Connor—a big mesa near Uluru (Ayer’s Rock). 

Then next morning, we were woken again at 5, drove for an hour and watched the sunrise over Uluru.  I took so many pictures (it was pretty ridiculous but wonderful).  This day was reserved for walking around the entire base of the giant red rock.  Unfortunately (really unfortunately) we were not allowed to climb it because the winds were too fast at the top.  They shut down the trail at eight in the morning and that was that.  But I did take a great picture of the trail!  Oh well; all the more reason to go back, I suppose.  Hehe, ;)

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This is Uluru–my favorite picture that I took on the trip.

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Here is the trail to the top…very steep but I wish I could have climbed it.

King’s Canyon was our challenge on the 23rd.  We climbed up to some high cliffs and then descended into a valley aptly titled the Garden of Eden and swam in the most pristine pond I’d ever seen.

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Then we began our two night bush walk where we took everything on our backs for two nights on our own.  We saw a death adder, a frog, a bunch of birds and one of the most beautiful valleys I’ve ever visited.

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On the second to last day of the trip, we were able to camp in an Aboriginal town were I met really nice people.  I was also able to play with a bunch of puppies and a kangaroo joey.  And in the morning the aboriginal women showed us how to dot paint (mine was a snake!) and one of the men cooked us damper (pretty interesting bread).

The trip was so fulfilling—and I met a lot of really nice people in the process. But now I’m ready to work hard in my classes—midterms are quick around the corner.

Spirited away,
Jordan

Quote of the week:

“The wind is old and still at play
While I must hurry upon my way,
For I am running to Paradise;
Yet never have I lit on a friend
To take my fancy like the wind”

-William Butler Yeats, “Running to Paradise”