So I have a new resolution. I will be honest with the people around me and honest with myself about my actions, desires and motivations. This seems like its pretty straight forward but from an early age I learned that dishonesty was easier if I could keep moving but its all catching up to me now.
littlebird with broken wing doused the burning beauty and even though it tried to sing the sun back to the sky the darkness froze and hate enclosed the creature's sad advances "Goodbye littlebird. I've finally heard." You get no second chances.
so clearly I was bad about posting for most of the time I was in NZ. After we moved out of the railway campus I didn't have very good internet access and I was lazy/writing an ungodly number of papers.
Anyways I am back now and terribly jet lagged. The 20 hr difference from NZ to CO wouldn't have been too bad because its only 4 hrs of real day time difference, but the 17 hr difference from Brisbane to CO is killing me. So now it is 3 am and I am wide awake, much to the displeasure of my dog who is grumbling and hiding her face in my pillows to get out of the light.
On the flight from Sydney to San Fransisco I watched a video of Pink's I'm Not Dead tour on the in flight entertainment system thingy. Pink can do circus shit!!! She was on the aerial net for the song Fingers (and she actually could do a few tricks, even a drop) I can't find a video for it though. In the finale she had 4 hot pink fabrics. I wish I had a hot pink fabric. I think that Sarah is the only one who can fully appreciate how fabulous that is.