The Naughty Table, or Niggas in Paris

Hey,

I just wanted you to know that you're the best thing that could ever have happened to me. You're the reason that when I smile, I smile and I'm not sad after. You know what I mean, right? Like, when you're out with your mates, or when you read a funny thing on the internet, or when you trip yourself on the pavement and smile sheepishly in spite of yourself. I do all these things, and I'm still happy after, because of you.

I will be going out tonight, with my lovely Naughty Table family. Oh, haven't I told you about them? When I say "Naughty Table", I mean my Uni mates that I hang out with from time to time (when we can get time off our hectic schedules; growing up is no joke!). Why that name, you may ask? One of our tutors at uni was so fed up with us that she gave up teaching, apparently, and we all sat at the same table (when we actually went to class). Hence, Naughty Table.

Here are some pictures of us throughout the years:

At the First End of Semester Fiesta

 At Tegan's 19th (I think)

 At Tegan's 21st, two years later (and I look like a kid)

 At Tia's 21st (damn we good looking)

 Enjoying Pizza at the ABC, a Naughty Table fav

At Jayden's 21st

During the Naughty Table Good Friday outing

I'll show you more photos of us one day, if you'd like. They're an important part of my life, and I'm so blessed with good friends who have my back like they do. It's usual for most people to hang out at uni and go through the motions, not making any meaningful friends, since uni classes can be quite large (COUGH MELB COMMERCE STUDENTS COUGH), so I'm grateful that I took something like Creative Writing, and eventhough we're not graduating in the same year, I'm loved so much so that these lovely people still call me family. Tia, Tegan, Abra, Jayden, Georgia, Adina and Lee, this one's for you.

Oh, you're asking me why I'm not graduating with them?

That's a story for another day. I have one hour to prepare for a big night out with me naughty familia, and am contemplating whether or not to dye my hair red. I hope that you have a liking for unnaturally red hair, as I do, but I will love you regardless.

Love,

Nigel 

Time to Take Writing Seriously, or One Smile

I'm 21 now. It's been a while, and I'm 21 now. So much has changed since I've written something, anything, that is of consequence/has meaning/ has effort or part of my soul in it. You can type Facebook statuses, you can update your twitter, but when you write, when you really write; therein lies the overflow of your heart.

Hi. I'm Nigel, and I'm coming back on to the bloggosphere (is that a word? It is now). This is partially to:

A) (Hopefully) create an online portfolio for my writings
B) Have an outlet for my creative musings that have words in them
C) Force me to actually do some writing
D) Collect my experiences for when I feel nostalgic for when times past

So now what? What has changed since we've last met? So much. Much too much. And change sucks, and sometimes we need change, but it sucks. Out of the frying pan and in to the fire.

All you need is one smile

We will give you all night.