If this Keyboard could talk...

It would complain about how much abuse it has copped. It is bedecked with star stickers, a relic from my exam block "think i'm goin' a little bit nuts here" penchant for covering everything within reach (including Lucas) with little shiny stars. They are the same ones parents used to stick next to kids' names when they were good, or did the washing up, or - in our family - had another poisoning-free day. Gotta love them.

My keyboard would also complain about the absence of the shift key. The plastic bit that tells you its a shift key came off in some war I had with it.

it might also have a whinge about being pelted with juggling balls this morning, as I refused to move from my spot by the lappy to practise. But my keyboard is just acting like a weak little girl.. It's only ever suffered flesh wounds.

however I am glad my keyboard does not speak. It would mostly carp on about how I never write anything worthwhile with it, and just post random, meaningless twaddle on the net to clog up the internet-bloggish-drainage. Which, as you can see from the quality of this post, is So Not True!

Good little keyboard, you're so fine! I'm going to pelt you with juggling balls all the time!
Good little keyboard, you're a star! I'm going to throw you, oh-so-far!
*maraccas start playing*

[END COMMUNICATION]

A warm up post (boring stuff out first, interesting later)

Wow! Believe it or not dear reader(s???), I have not been the victim of an unfortunate napalm accident. I have just been under a very heavy rock (the exam block rock) feeling sorry for myself. I'm feeling extra sorry for myself tonight because its the very last time I see Lucas before he goes skiing in new zealand with his ex gf. Yeah, I know.

He says I have nothing to worry about. I hope he's right. meanwhile, back in Hayley Land (population one) things are going a bit AWOL. Where did all these men come from?

Today Matt Doyle, and I do mean the same Matt Doyle who manipulated me, and I do mean the same Matt Doyle who came right out and asked me to engage in some 'late night unconscionable conduct' with him recently, pulled another one on me today and strongly suggested I cheat on Lucas. Because I'm young and we're supposed to do that'n'shit.

Wow. where does a conversation go after that one? He said it was better we meet in public places because he would try something if he got half a chance... this is ridiculous!!
Actually as mean as it sounds, I took the opportunity to ask why he needed these 'late night sessions' to be with me, and not with anyone else. I was taken, (VERY TAKEN) and he refused to find someone else to comply with his suggestion. Apparently we have a lot of fun together (true) and have a 'connection'...
so. I guess I can kiss that friendship goodbye. :( i mean as much of an asshole as he is, he is a fun asshole. I will miss the good old days.

Meanwhile, some random indian guy asked me out at the gym. I suspect its because i'm the least barbie-ish one there who doesn't look like I eat men for breakfast. Picture me more as a rabbit in the headlights than a girl at the gym, with my big white ears pointing up in surprise. EEEEEEEEEEE!!!! run away, run away!

*hayley runs away*

also, finally. (i'm sorry this is such an uninteresting email for everyone else but i don't feel flattered, I feel hounded and for all the wrong reasons)
Rohan. has a girlfriend. I told him I was seeing Lucas and I was really into him. He called me up last night, and I asked him what he was doing for our birthday (we were born on the same day) - he thought we were still going to melbourne together!
"Yes, lets go away for a dirty weekend, you with your girlfriend back home and me, hopelessly head over heels for another man. That sounds perfectly feasible."

So i can kiss that one goodbye as well. I can't help but feel as though my fidelity is being tested.
It doesn't need to be. I know what I want. Just don't know how to tell him that...