It's my party and you're all invited! Well, if you can make it over to Melbourne anyway. Indeed, I am having a party tonight, which promises to be very interesting and provide loads of blogging material (perhaps photos if you're lucky...I might talk to some technology equipped friends). Right now though, I'm off to university for some crucial study, so I'll just leave a random thought before I go:
Ever get the feeling that someone is deliberately leaving the way open for you to agree with them on some issue although you've plainly showed no interest a number of times? I'm thinking that one of the ways that friendships and relationships work is that we take someone not like us at all and proceed to mould them in our fashion, while still demanding that they retain the spark that made them interesting in the first place. Like sophomore pop albums: the same, but different. Problem is, I dislike the feeling of being made over, and all it does is make me suspicious of the person who's trying. I mean, the arrogance of it all! Far better is the friend whose unconscious example inspires us to makeover ourselves.