Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
20 things you do when you think no one is looking
1. Go to the toilet with the door open when you think no one is home
2. Check your enemy's photos on Facebook - not that you care whats shes been up to/who she's dating/what she's wearing.
3. Squint so you can see who the person at the computer next to you is talking to on msn.
4. Check your reflection in the bus window.
5. Get up in the middle of the night and drink straight from the bottle.
6. Strain your neck to see the balance of the person in front of you while waiting at the atm.
7. Eat the chip you dropped on the ground.
8. Violently prod the pimple on your chin.
9. Pinch one of your friend's chips when they're not looking.
10. Inspect the contents of your parents bedside drawers.. then wish you hadn't.
11. Check the back of your school uniform for 'accident's when you have your period.
12. Gently ease a wedgie out of your butt.
13. Dance while waiting for the microwave.
14. Kick all the stuff on your floor under your bed.
15. Pause on Antiques Roadshow when you're channel-surfing.
16. Stare. At hot guys. At other girls. At people on public transport. At badly behaved children in supermarkets. At couples making out in the park. Staring, in general, all the time.
17. Try on the dress your friend left at your house... and tell your reflection you look much better in it.
18. Make a playlist of sad songs, lie on your bed, and cry for no apparent reason.
19. Laugh at your friend's daggy kiddie undies when you're getting changed for PE.
20. Kiss your Taylor Lautner poster goodnight.
15/20.
I absolutely love this list. It was in the new dolly and I find it hilarious that so many people do the exact same things as me...
2. Check your enemy's photos on Facebook - not that you care whats shes been up to/who she's dating/what she's wearing.
3. Squint so you can see who the person at the computer next to you is talking to on msn.
4. Check your reflection in the bus window.
5. Get up in the middle of the night and drink straight from the bottle.
6. Strain your neck to see the balance of the person in front of you while waiting at the atm.
7. Eat the chip you dropped on the ground.
8. Violently prod the pimple on your chin.
9. Pinch one of your friend's chips when they're not looking.
10. Inspect the contents of your parents bedside drawers.. then wish you hadn't.
11. Check the back of your school uniform for 'accident's when you have your period.
12. Gently ease a wedgie out of your butt.
13. Dance while waiting for the microwave.
14. Kick all the stuff on your floor under your bed.
15. Pause on Antiques Roadshow when you're channel-surfing.
16. Stare. At hot guys. At other girls. At people on public transport. At badly behaved children in supermarkets. At couples making out in the park. Staring, in general, all the time.
17. Try on the dress your friend left at your house... and tell your reflection you look much better in it.
18. Make a playlist of sad songs, lie on your bed, and cry for no apparent reason.
19. Laugh at your friend's daggy kiddie undies when you're getting changed for PE.
20. Kiss your Taylor Lautner poster goodnight.
15/20.
I absolutely love this list. It was in the new dolly and I find it hilarious that so many people do the exact same things as me...
Friday, August 13, 2010
likes/dislikes
likes:
having no plans
little kids dressed up in cool costumes in public
when people take an interest in your life
markets
market food
market people
guys who aren't full of themselves
lucid dreaming
pulling petals off flowers
anything purple
writing lyrics
lemon lime and bitters
people who give compliments that they mean
smiley faces
finishing an assignment before its due
skins
figuring out who the culprit is before the end of a murder mystery novel
bargains
(nice) surprises
when people open the door for you
asking questions
people who aren't fake
balloons
pretty pictures
following in someone else's footsteps on the beach
people who are strong enough not to be influenced by friends
stalking a random guy with a group of your friends
blowing bubbles
knowing that everything is going to turn out okay
new friends
looking for the end of a rainbow
dislikes:
people who ruin the end of movies/tv shows
hypocrites
deep water
the little scuffs you get on the sides of your shoes when you sit cross-legged
people who preach onto others
when people interrupt your story
cooked capsicum
pointless arguments
bins that smell bad
when people tell you that your cheek are red and that you're embarrassed, which of course makes you embarrassed, even if you weren't in the first place
substitute teachers who try to teach you things
never finishing a book
when technology fails on you
doggy breath
heating up your lunch in the microwave but not for long enough
thunder
when all the swings are taken
people who say mean things to you for the sake of it
assumptions
having no plans
little kids dressed up in cool costumes in public
when people take an interest in your life
markets
market food
market people
guys who aren't full of themselves
lucid dreaming
pulling petals off flowers
anything purple
writing lyrics
lemon lime and bitters
people who give compliments that they mean
smiley faces
finishing an assignment before its due
skins
figuring out who the culprit is before the end of a murder mystery novel
bargains
(nice) surprises
when people open the door for you
asking questions
people who aren't fake
balloons
pretty pictures
following in someone else's footsteps on the beach
people who are strong enough not to be influenced by friends
stalking a random guy with a group of your friends
blowing bubbles
knowing that everything is going to turn out okay
new friends
looking for the end of a rainbow
dislikes:
people who ruin the end of movies/tv shows
hypocrites
deep water
the little scuffs you get on the sides of your shoes when you sit cross-legged
people who preach onto others
when people interrupt your story
cooked capsicum
pointless arguments
bins that smell bad
when people tell you that your cheek are red and that you're embarrassed, which of course makes you embarrassed, even if you weren't in the first place
substitute teachers who try to teach you things
never finishing a book
when technology fails on you
doggy breath
heating up your lunch in the microwave but not for long enough
thunder
when all the swings are taken
people who say mean things to you for the sake of it
assumptions
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
disney
im afraid your father is incognito
.. wheres cognito?
.. in hiding!
.. wheres hiding?
thats right, i went there, and this time i bought property.
how did you not noticed i was tied up?!?
.. how did you not notice im wearing new nail polish? its a two way street sonny.
.. wheres cognito?
.. in hiding!
.. wheres hiding?
thats right, i went there, and this time i bought property.
how did you not noticed i was tied up?!?
.. how did you not notice im wearing new nail polish? its a two way street sonny.
'she turned to me as we made our way through the darkness and said "when you're walking at night,do you ever get creeped out and even though its silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?"
it seemed too secret and personal to admit to a virtual stranger but i told her "yeah, totally".
For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered "run run run run run" and took off, pulling me behind her'.
LOOKING FOR ALASKA John Greene
it seemed too secret and personal to admit to a virtual stranger but i told her "yeah, totally".
For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered "run run run run run" and took off, pulling me behind her'.
LOOKING FOR ALASKA John Greene
Saturday, July 24, 2010
talking to myself - theres no one listening
my dance teacher frightened me yesterday because she started talking about how she grew up too young and that kids should be kids and when you get to your 20s you realise thats all over and you can never go back and you realise that growing up isnt fun. and the teenage years are about discovering yourself and the 20s are for exploring.
it scared me.
oh and the reason she was on this topic was cos she was saying the dance was about 'arrogance' not 'sex appeal' because we are too young to be sexy and we cant dance sexy until were 16 cos thats when the law says we are allowed to be sexy.
that last bit was pretty funny. but yeah the rest scared me alot. cant be bothered to explain it right now.
it scared me.
oh and the reason she was on this topic was cos she was saying the dance was about 'arrogance' not 'sex appeal' because we are too young to be sexy and we cant dance sexy until were 16 cos thats when the law says we are allowed to be sexy.
that last bit was pretty funny. but yeah the rest scared me alot. cant be bothered to explain it right now.
coffee antics
coffee down at the shops can get quite interesting.
not long ago i saw anthony watmough which kind of freaked out about inside but on the outside i just said 'cool'.
and today there was this couple sitting next to us who actually blatantly stared at me throughout half of our coffee. no joke. (it wouldnt be a funny one if it was..) but i actually locked eyes with the woman mulitple times and she like stared for a few more seconds then looked away, unashamed. it was so bizarre and they were hardly talking, just both looking at me, at separate times. but it was actually starting to scare me because i thought they were studying me because they were plotting my assassination. no wait im not famous enough for that. just plain murder. but yeah they werent being sus at all, just as if i had the word STARE written on my face. anyway. they ended up leaving at the same time as us, which also freaked me out, so i kind of nonchalantly hovered on the spot tapping all the newspapers into one pile. i saw them both walk out and start to walk in one direction, then both stop and start walking in the other direction. as if they were trying to waste time. by this point i was mentally shitting my panties. but they ended up walking off and i got to the car safe and sound, no point-and-shoot tactics, no hostage taken, no fire alarm set off.
safely tucked away in the backseat, i started telling my parents of this fanciful thought process of mine, and my mum said that the couple were acting a bit funny, like they were in an argument with each other and barely spoke. and they looked at me so many times! anyway im still alive and breathing so i think ill be fine. it doesnt sound that scary but it actually fucking was. like i actually thought it was one of my teachers or something and they kept looking at me expecting me to recognise them or something. but the look was a bit more suspicious, a bit more angry, a bit more evil. anyway, it doesnt sound that bad but believe me, for the length of my coffee this morning i was thinking about all of the possible reasons they could have had for looking at me for so long and obviously. i thought maybe they were model scouts arguing over whether i could be their next big look, or maybe they were hitmen who were arguing over whether i was the right target. maybe they were famous people who got mad over the fact i didnt recognise them.
whatever the reason, i have decided i do not enjoy being stared at. its just plain creepy.
p.s. if i get killed, the woman had multiple chins and stringy blonde hair, the man was well-built and had facial hair.
not long ago i saw anthony watmough which kind of freaked out about inside but on the outside i just said 'cool'.
and today there was this couple sitting next to us who actually blatantly stared at me throughout half of our coffee. no joke. (it wouldnt be a funny one if it was..) but i actually locked eyes with the woman mulitple times and she like stared for a few more seconds then looked away, unashamed. it was so bizarre and they were hardly talking, just both looking at me, at separate times. but it was actually starting to scare me because i thought they were studying me because they were plotting my assassination. no wait im not famous enough for that. just plain murder. but yeah they werent being sus at all, just as if i had the word STARE written on my face. anyway. they ended up leaving at the same time as us, which also freaked me out, so i kind of nonchalantly hovered on the spot tapping all the newspapers into one pile. i saw them both walk out and start to walk in one direction, then both stop and start walking in the other direction. as if they were trying to waste time. by this point i was mentally shitting my panties. but they ended up walking off and i got to the car safe and sound, no point-and-shoot tactics, no hostage taken, no fire alarm set off.
safely tucked away in the backseat, i started telling my parents of this fanciful thought process of mine, and my mum said that the couple were acting a bit funny, like they were in an argument with each other and barely spoke. and they looked at me so many times! anyway im still alive and breathing so i think ill be fine. it doesnt sound that scary but it actually fucking was. like i actually thought it was one of my teachers or something and they kept looking at me expecting me to recognise them or something. but the look was a bit more suspicious, a bit more angry, a bit more evil. anyway, it doesnt sound that bad but believe me, for the length of my coffee this morning i was thinking about all of the possible reasons they could have had for looking at me for so long and obviously. i thought maybe they were model scouts arguing over whether i could be their next big look, or maybe they were hitmen who were arguing over whether i was the right target. maybe they were famous people who got mad over the fact i didnt recognise them.
whatever the reason, i have decided i do not enjoy being stared at. its just plain creepy.
p.s. if i get killed, the woman had multiple chins and stringy blonde hair, the man was well-built and had facial hair.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
music i love too much
in no particular order:
1. mgmt
someone asked me what mgmt was today and i nearly freaked out. i thought everyone knew mgmt. maybe thats just my naivety when it comes to music. but seriously.
- kids
- siberian breaks
- weekend wars
i recently bought congratulations, their new album. i havent listened to it as a whoel many times but it sounds like the second half of oracular spectacular. its pretty cool, trippy and weird.
"I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone"
2. my blunt cds
i never really listened to these because a) i didnt recognise any of the bands names and b) it was a cd which requires much effort to get onto my computer
however. when i eventually got them on my ipod
:O :O :O :O
i so completely underrated everything. the singles are amazing.
go buy blunt and listen to the cd. NAO.
3. falling down by atreyu
i never know how to pronounce the band name but SUCHAGOODSONG
1. mgmt
someone asked me what mgmt was today and i nearly freaked out. i thought everyone knew mgmt. maybe thats just my naivety when it comes to music. but seriously.
- kids
- siberian breaks
- weekend wars
i recently bought congratulations, their new album. i havent listened to it as a whoel many times but it sounds like the second half of oracular spectacular. its pretty cool, trippy and weird.
"I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone"
2. my blunt cds
i never really listened to these because a) i didnt recognise any of the bands names and b) it was a cd which requires much effort to get onto my computer
however. when i eventually got them on my ipod
:O :O :O :O
i so completely underrated everything. the singles are amazing.
go buy blunt and listen to the cd. NAO.
3. falling down by atreyu
i never know how to pronounce the band name but SUCHAGOODSONG
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
im in love with a critic and a skeptic, a traitor, id trade her in a second
i want to work in journalism
and start with work experience, degree in media journalism, and begin as a newanchor woman, smartly dressed, and travel the world, finding out new things every day. after i got too old and the makeup didnt fill in my wrinkles anymore i'd come back home and start work in a teen/tween/fashion magazine writing the beauty column or the op ed, trying out twenty mascaras a day or writing about something thats NOT politics like the local art exhibit or the protest held in the cbd. then once i got too old for THAT id use all my money, buy my dream house in whatever country i want, become the editor of a fantastic newpaper (that would be smaller than the ydney morning herald as the size of that newspaper always pissed me off enormously) and write my own hardhitting news column or just some shit editors column. i dont even care, as long as i get to travel and discover and write. id be happy.
and start with work experience, degree in media journalism, and begin as a newanchor woman, smartly dressed, and travel the world, finding out new things every day. after i got too old and the makeup didnt fill in my wrinkles anymore i'd come back home and start work in a teen/tween/fashion magazine writing the beauty column or the op ed, trying out twenty mascaras a day or writing about something thats NOT politics like the local art exhibit or the protest held in the cbd. then once i got too old for THAT id use all my money, buy my dream house in whatever country i want, become the editor of a fantastic newpaper (that would be smaller than the ydney morning herald as the size of that newspaper always pissed me off enormously) and write my own hardhitting news column or just some shit editors column. i dont even care, as long as i get to travel and discover and write. id be happy.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
too soon gone
last day of holidays
pretty sad, and im not looking forward to school.
but ive had some fun days so its all good.
(:
that is all.
pretty sad, and im not looking forward to school.
but ive had some fun days so its all good.
(:
that is all.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
wreck this journal
the point of this project is not to make a pretty picture/image. thought sometimes this will happen without you planning it. while there are absolutely no rules to this, what i’m suggesting is that you enter into every page as an experiment of sorts. To participate in an experiment means that you have no idea what will happen in the process. Empty you head of all thoughts of a final product. Think only of the material you have in your hand. Try different textures. Pretend you have never seen your journal before. Pretend you have no idea how a book works. Try pushing the idea of what a book is.
your new assignment is to percieve the journal as something else. a house, a garden, a sculpture, an article of clothing, a secret note, a movement, a manifesto, a color, a joke, a scientific document, a window, a device, a historical object, a way of documenting time. make of list of different ways you can look at it and try them.
- Keri Smith on Wreck This Journal
your new assignment is to percieve the journal as something else. a house, a garden, a sculpture, an article of clothing, a secret note, a movement, a manifesto, a color, a joke, a scientific document, a window, a device, a historical object, a way of documenting time. make of list of different ways you can look at it and try them.
- Keri Smith on Wreck This Journal
Monday, July 12, 2010
the doors
discovered the doors while trudging through my brother's music collection, and came across a song called 'back door man'.
after laughing a little, i decided to do some research into the meaning of the song. but here are the lyrics, read for yourself:
after laughing a little, i decided to do some research into the meaning of the song. but here are the lyrics, read for yourself:
Oh, yeah, ma
Yeah, I'm a back door man
I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girl understand
Hey, all you people that trying to sleep
I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah
'Coz I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girls understand
All right, yeah
You men eat your dinner
Eat your pork and beans
I eat more chicken any man ever seen, yeah, yeah
I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girl understand
Well, I'm a back door man
I'm a back door man
Oh, baby, I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girls understand
Yeah, I'm a back door man
I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girl understand
Hey, all you people that trying to sleep
I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah
'Coz I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girls understand
All right, yeah
You men eat your dinner
Eat your pork and beans
I eat more chicken any man ever seen, yeah, yeah
I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girl understand
Well, I'm a back door man
I'm a back door man
Oh, baby, I'm a back door man
The men don't know
But the little girls understand
Anywho, apparently it was originally by Willie Dixon and is about a secret lover who sneaks in through the back door of his lover's house while her husband goes out the front door. most people said it was not a gay innuendo but i couldn't help stumbling across the lines 'i eat more chicken than any man ever seen' and 'the little girls understand'. i am yet to see how these relate to cheating on your husband.
taylorrrrrr
"dont worry bella, you'll warm up soon. but, you know you'd warm up quicker if you took your clothes off... survival 101!"
"you know i'm hotter anyway."
"doesn't he OWN a shirt?"
"well, if you weren't planning to suck the life out of the girl i love... no, not even then."
so much funny in such a not-funny movie saga
jasper is such a stoner.
"you know i'm hotter anyway."
"doesn't he OWN a shirt?"
"well, if you weren't planning to suck the life out of the girl i love... no, not even then."
so much funny in such a not-funny movie saga
jasper is such a stoner.
halcyon
this applies to me much more than it should
i think i bottle too much up because i dont want people to know what im really feeling
i think i bottle too much up because i dont want people to know what im really feeling
Sunday, July 11, 2010
why cant i realise im fighting for my life?
laughed so hard when i first saw this.and now its the background on my phone so i smile everytime i open my phone.
v. bored at home right now. seems like everyone is out doing something but me. oh dear.
it doesn't matter. im tired anyway.
farewell.
Monday, July 5, 2010
:|
its meant to be saying something about how fashion will stop at nothing.
to me its just a little bit disturbing.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
welcome to oblivion
On an island out in the sea,
I wouldn't care what they think of me,
But in this crowded room, I believe
That I'm seconds from insanity.
'Cause her eyes just rip me all apart,
And my temperamental mind decides that I'm the enemy.
Welcome to oblivion,
Where panic starts to settle in.
Welcome to oblivion,
Oh, I think I'm losing it.
So many voices, I can't even sleep,
Typical in night company.
They ask questions about my life,
"Where is he going?"
Who am I?
And those voices rip me all apart.
I need medicine to quiet and to find it.
I wouldn't care what they think of me,
But in this crowded room, I believe
That I'm seconds from insanity.
'Cause her eyes just rip me all apart,
And my temperamental mind decides that I'm the enemy.
Welcome to oblivion,
Where panic starts to settle in.
Welcome to oblivion,
Oh, I think I'm losing it.
So many voices, I can't even sleep,
Typical in night company.
They ask questions about my life,
"Where is he going?"
Who am I?
And those voices rip me all apart.
I need medicine to quiet and to find it.
if only if only
if only if only, the woodpecker cries
the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies
as the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
he cries to the moon, if only if only
the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies
as the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
he cries to the moon, if only if only
Monday, June 21, 2010
im using you, my little decoy
i feel like writing a song. right now. the problem with that is that i do not possess the musical capabilities to put it to music, and my words live forever in their own universe of little lines drawn onto processed bark, and never get made into anything more, more than something you can just see.
Imagine if there was a fire in my house.
The words would be destroyed.
But a fire can't destroy the actual music you made using those words.
So, weighing up my options, I wont write a song tonight.
Imagine if there was a fire in my house.
The words would be destroyed.
But a fire can't destroy the actual music you made using those words.
So, weighing up my options, I wont write a song tonight.
a little bit to think about
"When I first heard about Anna Wood my blood went cold and I had an overwhelming feeling that I had somehow been responsible for this tragedy. I have known for a long time, it seems, what other children have not had the good fortune to know. That drugs, one way or another, kill! By kill I don't exactly just mean one's mortality. I mean one's initiative, one's ambitions and dreams, and most importantly, one's mind.
I was brought up believing my mind was my only weapon against mediocrity (a state or level of life abhorrent to me). With all faculties intact I could reach into my imagination and draw inspiration for life. You need to be inspired to live because life is hard! Drugs do not make it easier. For every syntheticglimpse of nirvana you have, you lose from your natural resources.
...
But now I have to speak out for Anna and for my friends who are daily struggling with paranoia, fear and addiction, and who may be dancing dangerously in some carefully contrived illusion that it's okay to experiment, it's only normal, it can't hurt you.
I don't believe that propagating safe usage of drugs is the solution. Apart from this being naive, it's promoting the idea that one can use drugs sensibly.
...
Their main purpose is to alter and disturb the natural perception of the mind."
- Anna's Story: the facts, the fury, the future
By Bronwyn Donaghy, published in 1996 by HarperCollinsPublishing
I was brought up believing my mind was my only weapon against mediocrity (a state or level of life abhorrent to me). With all faculties intact I could reach into my imagination and draw inspiration for life. You need to be inspired to live because life is hard! Drugs do not make it easier. For every syntheticglimpse of nirvana you have, you lose from your natural resources.
...
But now I have to speak out for Anna and for my friends who are daily struggling with paranoia, fear and addiction, and who may be dancing dangerously in some carefully contrived illusion that it's okay to experiment, it's only normal, it can't hurt you.
I don't believe that propagating safe usage of drugs is the solution. Apart from this being naive, it's promoting the idea that one can use drugs sensibly.
...
Their main purpose is to alter and disturb the natural perception of the mind."
- Anna's Story: the facts, the fury, the future
By Bronwyn Donaghy, published in 1996 by HarperCollinsPublishing
Saturday, June 19, 2010
when you are afraid someone will come from behind you and push you in
ive been thinking about india. its such an amazing country, i didn't even comprehend until i got into this whole world challenge thing.
india's the second most populated country in the world, and
has more millionaires than we have people in australia.
trekking.
himalayas.
taj mahal.
there are people in between all the cars.
Also, Gemma Ward was on the cover of the first Vogue India issue.
So this is just some of my research. India is such a beautiful place. I really want to go. I just need to raise the money.
india's the second most populated country in the world, and
has more millionaires than we have people in australia.
trekking.
himalayas.
taj mahal.
there are people in between all the cars.
Also, Gemma Ward was on the cover of the first Vogue India issue.
So this is just some of my research. India is such a beautiful place. I really want to go. I just need to raise the money.
Friday, June 18, 2010
CHILL YOUR BISCUITS!
i have probably blogged way too many times to be natural tonight
but i just really had an urge to call a blog chill your biscuits and had to do it before i forgot
many apologies.
but i just really had an urge to call a blog chill your biscuits and had to do it before i forgot
many apologies.
we speak in different voices
one thing thats amazing about life
is how things can change so quickly
sometimes you don't even realise
but suddenly things are just..
different?
what a unique word (sarcasm)
but it describes so much.
is how things can change so quickly
sometimes you don't even realise
but suddenly things are just..
different?
what a unique word (sarcasm)
but it describes so much.
i think these apply here
Its in your head
All the voices mistaken
Shake it off shake it off
We're all dying in the end
Lets forget this all, move on
You should be still
Its just the mouths that are moving
Not for the talk
For the smiling and breathing
Find direction,
Find less excuses,
Lose connection,
Find a solution
Nowhere to go
I'm not leaving
I'm not going
I'm not kissing you goodbye
On my own
I'm nothing
Just bleeding
I'm not kissing you goodbye
Retrace the steps we took on that last summer night
I'll never trust never feel never love again
With just this bitter taste in mind.
All the voices mistaken
Shake it off shake it off
We're all dying in the end
Lets forget this all, move on
You should be still
Its just the mouths that are moving
Not for the talk
For the smiling and breathing
Find direction,
Find less excuses,
Lose connection,
Find a solution
Nowhere to go
I'm not leaving
I'm not going
I'm not kissing you goodbye
On my own
I'm nothing
Just bleeding
I'm not kissing you goodbye
Retrace the steps we took on that last summer night
I'll never trust never feel never love again
With just this bitter taste in mind.
gemma ward
when you wonder whether you're making any sense
i think im getting sick.
and id hate to sound stupid but things are 'complicated' and sometimes the way to work them out is to talk to the person but what happens when you physically can't? Well. Not can't as in they are a thousand kilometres away but as in everytime you see them you choke up and avoid them until you feel safe. is that what it is? i feel like its dangerous?
i am sick.
cough.
and id hate to sound stupid but things are 'complicated' and sometimes the way to work them out is to talk to the person but what happens when you physically can't? Well. Not can't as in they are a thousand kilometres away but as in everytime you see them you choke up and avoid them until you feel safe. is that what it is? i feel like its dangerous?
i am sick.
cough.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
oui?
lip-smackin', thirst quenchin', ace tastin', motivatin', good buzzin', cool talkin', high walkin', fast livin', ever-givin', cool fizzin' pepsi
i cant believe i remember that from more than a year ago.
and im really not sure why that came to mind just then but it did.
and so be it.
i love elevator by boxcar racer.
and i love donny for showing me this song, it is so gentle and simple and clean i feel like i could listen to it forever.
i think i am going to go watch some skins
and brush up on my french.
i cant believe i remember that from more than a year ago.
and im really not sure why that came to mind just then but it did.
and so be it.
i love elevator by boxcar racer.
and i love donny for showing me this song, it is so gentle and simple and clean i feel like i could listen to it forever.
i think i am going to go watch some skins
and brush up on my french.
i heart throbsy.
throbsy; not throsby.
i spent a little while thinking about blogging before i began.
im not really sure who i am meant to be speaking to here.
as in, who am i addressing? who is reading this? its weird.
and thinking that someone is reading my thoughts as im thinking about them thinking about my thoughts. but there is a possibility no one reads them.
but now i kind of think, no wait. blogging is like your wildest, stupidest dreams that you just know no one else will ever experience.
there are no rules. you can dream anything you like and blog anything you like. sometimes they get out of control, sometimes you regret something that you've done, sometimes a new thing emerges from something you never thought possible. sometimes its over too fast and sometimes you feel like you could go on forever. sometimes you finish and try to go back because it feels unfinished.
sometimes things work, sometimes they dont.
i spent a little while thinking about blogging before i began.
im not really sure who i am meant to be speaking to here.
as in, who am i addressing? who is reading this? its weird.
and thinking that someone is reading my thoughts as im thinking about them thinking about my thoughts. but there is a possibility no one reads them.
but now i kind of think, no wait. blogging is like your wildest, stupidest dreams that you just know no one else will ever experience.
there are no rules. you can dream anything you like and blog anything you like. sometimes they get out of control, sometimes you regret something that you've done, sometimes a new thing emerges from something you never thought possible. sometimes its over too fast and sometimes you feel like you could go on forever. sometimes you finish and try to go back because it feels unfinished.
sometimes things work, sometimes they dont.
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