Done and good and happy

six, maybe seven oclock. I am relaxed. I lean back into the strangely small sofa and smile. Drink in hand only me and two of my best friends.

We are all relaxed, all dissertations are done.

It was one of those moments that you wish could last. Calm and relaxed and o so happy. I was proud of what i handed in in the end. It was good, not perfect. I was happy. The rest of the night was good, but that moment was perfect. A moment of clarity.

I was talking to my brother on msn yesterday. He is in australia. Which is cool. He sets off on his big adventure in a few days. Leaving Brisbane to go sailing to east timor. So that is cool. I think he is really happy which is awesome. He was talking of those moments that seem perfect. Walking through brisbane, late in the day, this cool adventure ahead and sigur ros on the headphones. He stopped and realised how amasingly awesome the world can be, and how lucky he was. It happens that sometimes we just stop and realise that the world is fucking cool. And that our part in it is too.

A friend of mine has various parts of her life on the internet. I read somethings and looked at photos and felt nosey and inadequate. Nosey because it's all a little personal and inadequate because she is such an artist and intellectual and poet. She could express this idea of a moment of clarity better than me. Something else to work on. A moment of clarity is that moment when the whole world seems perfect. Or as someone once said to me:

"Somedays are just good because your boyfriend sends you a picture of himself in your pants."