Poor LiveJournal. How I have neglected thee.
It’s very difficult when you’re on dialup modem to deal with my friends page, particularly when people seem obsesses with posting 8 similar photos of themselves that they took with a webcam. But enough of my bitching! Just give me ADSL already! Bloody Telstra…

Married life seems to be treating me quite well so far. The past week has been busy, but also quite enjoyable! We haven’t quite gotten everything out of boxes yet, though have set up the furniture. Oh my… the quality of Chinese mass production!!! Thank god I had a power drill, which has worked wonders when dealing with parts that simply don’t fit together. It’s all together though, and looking quite fancy, I have to say!

Adam and I have grown even closer than we were before, and whilst I realise that it’s still early times in our new living arrangements, I’m enjoying it immensely and I’m pretty sure he is too. We have even discovered the joys of neighbours… particularly ours next door who yell at each other 24/7. I’m not sure if I am obligated to call the police if I hear someone being hit… what’s the go there?

I missed out on Fair Day yesterday because of work. Couldn’t really turn down 6 hours of Sunday pay! And at a place like the Australian Golf Club… well… couldn’t ask for much more. The event though was very interesting…. it was a 50 year golden anniversary. 50 years married! I can’t even comprehend that amount of time. The event, however, concreted firmly in my mind why I detest the kind of wealth-orientated morally conservative household and society that I grew up in. The couple that were celebrating their anniversary… they didn’t so much as look at each other the entire night. No hand-on-hand, and least of all no kiss. No affection whatsoever. Whilst cutting the cake, the grandkids called out “kiss ! kiss !”, which promptly caused the couple to back away from each other. This was their 50 year anniversary!! You could have frozen ice on his wife’s arse. Their speeches outlined the perfect stereotypical north shore life: Went to a private school, married an eminantely suitable girl, had a boy (AFTER the marriage of course!), then a girl, then whiled away their years in a north shore house complete with white picket fence. According to the speech, the down point of their lives was when their parents, aged approx. 90 years old, died. Whilst I accept that the death of anyone is sad, if that’s the saddest thing they’ve had to go through, then they should thank their lucky stars.

I went to school with the well-established elite of Sydney… some of whom are already heavily involved in politics, one already on the council of Woollahra. Some already earning $70,000 + and one or two already into six figures. The tinge of blue blood that runs through my veins wants to experience wealth and success, but part of me shudders to think that if I follow those footsteps I will end up like that couple at their golden anniversary, so emotionally unaccomplished and inexperienced.

I will leave it here for the moment…. Adam is on the way home from uni so I am going to clean this place up a little and prepare myself for a barrage of kisses as he comes home. I’m deciding whether I will greet him a la Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, i.e. wearing just a tie.

*mwa* to all !!!!