It's the twentieth anniversary of John Lennon's death. It's my mum's fiftieth birthday.

I wonder what it would be like to have your teen idol and inspiration be shot on your first milestone birthday in years.

It was the last day of classes this semester. It was the date of an interview I'd been looking forward to for months, and I am now almost officially a part of my school's Bachelor of Fine Arts program. I have now been accepted by a jury of my (significantly) elders as a painter. I now know for certain I'm staying in school next year.

How fucked up is that?

It was the first time I saw my ex-boyfriend in a month, and I'm told he still had to go kick a tree for ten minutes after he left the scene.

It's the first time I haven't had to be doing something in weeks.