Suddenly shy

I'm not hiding from any of you. I just suddenly got tired of being so introspective and knowing that my non-electronic whanau were probably thinking I'm a headcase. And after emailing that last post to the boy (not the URL of course) I received confirmation that I am in fact a headcase. No, that's not fair, it was more something along the lines of 'deep' in an eye-brow raised tone of voice. He thinks I think about stuff too much....

which may be true. But the thinking stems from the feeling. That's the bit that kicks me in the nuts. Metaphorically speaking...

I got my application for the passport today. I want to run away now. Except I'm in flannel PJs. But I'd like to go somewhere foreign, where no one speaks English, and I'd wear white muslin and sit in a castle made of stone over-looking a fog-enrobed moat and a giant herb garden and write. Maybe I'd write love letters, to an imaginary lover. The boy seems to like keepin it real so he won't do at all. Sigh.

I think he's coming over soon and I'm still all tired and rubbery from last night.

I keep getting in trouble from everyone for sharing too much, but this is a blog after all.

Oh, and just to bring things back to a family show, this is my grandma, who turned 80 this month. The shin dig i went back to tauranga for was in her honour. That's me grinning devilishly next to her.