I forgot to give you the link to my new small blog!
How silly of me!!
Goodbye forever xoxoxo
thanks 4 all da fish.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I'll drown my beliefs
I wish, there was just a simple page, called like, 'I like Meerkats,' that I could like and be done with. I don't want all these pages like, 'having sex with other meerkats,' or, 'meerkat 4 president wouldn't that be funny!' i just want a simple, head on, see what I like kinda deal. Other than that, they're completely inaccurate, as I have never had sex with a meerkat and also, having a meerkat for president would be illogical and probably end in our countries turmoil, disregarding the fact we have prime ministers instead. There are too many pages in this world. We need a new plague.
In other news. wednesday night was eventful from about 9.00 onwards. Possibly the most hilarious moment of my entirety of life when at like 9.30 a group of like seven 12 year olds turn up at anni's house just as we're about to go to Tom's, claiming anni's 18 year old brother met them on the beach and invited them to play ping pong at her house with no warning whatsoever.
But making bonfires on the beach at night and sitting there for hours talking about life and looking at stars and drinking coke in disgusting bottles is fun. Especially when Liam burns his foot.
/Thats the cool thing about this place. you can come home at 1.30 in the morning with 3 guys smelling of ash and boys deodorant without your parents knowing where you've gone and they dont even care. Or maybe they were drunk. ...Actually yeah they were probably drunk.
PS: I have a new blog! :) :) :)
um pretty much this blog will just be me saying long, stupid, not funny at all things about my life, and this other blog will just be fun little short things that are fun and short and not awful like this one!
Um yeah doubting anybody will read it but hey thats fine because I love talking to myself lots!
In other news. wednesday night was eventful from about 9.00 onwards. Possibly the most hilarious moment of my entirety of life when at like 9.30 a group of like seven 12 year olds turn up at anni's house just as we're about to go to Tom's, claiming anni's 18 year old brother met them on the beach and invited them to play ping pong at her house with no warning whatsoever.
But making bonfires on the beach at night and sitting there for hours talking about life and looking at stars and drinking coke in disgusting bottles is fun. Especially when Liam burns his foot.
/Thats the cool thing about this place. you can come home at 1.30 in the morning with 3 guys smelling of ash and boys deodorant without your parents knowing where you've gone and they dont even care. Or maybe they were drunk. ...Actually yeah they were probably drunk.
PS: I have a new blog! :) :) :)
um pretty much this blog will just be me saying long, stupid, not funny at all things about my life, and this other blog will just be fun little short things that are fun and short and not awful like this one!
Um yeah doubting anybody will read it but hey thats fine because I love talking to myself lots!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
king of the mods
you know, i approach my bathers very similar to the way mexicans approach their tacos in that mexican ad about tacos. if that ad was my life, i would be the little mexican boy that says, 'why cant we have both?' except i would say it in english instead of mexican, to avoid confusing people. i mean wouldnt it be weird in conversation to be all,
'oh should we go to the beach?' 'yeah what bathers are you gonna wear' 'im i dont know maybe the red ones.. actually, 'gesbena las boshdsasd?'
also i cant speak mexican so that was gibberish. the point is, everyday, when raiding my closet, if i cant decide what to wear i just smash on a mixup of two different pairs. its insane. i just walk down the street mindfucking people.
but you know what they say, 'you only live once.' i mean, thats assuming you arent hindu and believe in reincarnation, when you can live several times, often as a plant.
actually, sometimes i wonder about plants. like sometimes i look at a plant and go, where the fuck does this plant end and the next one begin? especially with hedges. hedges fuck with my brain. like when they're really big, like metres long, is it all just one hedge? or a variation of a few hedges? cos i mean they look really intertwined too. like they're constantly spooning eachother or something. which then freaks me out when im walking home cos i have to see all these hedges loving' it up when to be honest, i dont even know if thats just one hedge giving itself a hug!
-these are the things that keep me up at night.-
'oh should we go to the beach?' 'yeah what bathers are you gonna wear' 'im i dont know maybe the red ones.. actually, 'gesbena las boshdsasd?'
also i cant speak mexican so that was gibberish. the point is, everyday, when raiding my closet, if i cant decide what to wear i just smash on a mixup of two different pairs. its insane. i just walk down the street mindfucking people.
but you know what they say, 'you only live once.' i mean, thats assuming you arent hindu and believe in reincarnation, when you can live several times, often as a plant.
actually, sometimes i wonder about plants. like sometimes i look at a plant and go, where the fuck does this plant end and the next one begin? especially with hedges. hedges fuck with my brain. like when they're really big, like metres long, is it all just one hedge? or a variation of a few hedges? cos i mean they look really intertwined too. like they're constantly spooning eachother or something. which then freaks me out when im walking home cos i have to see all these hedges loving' it up when to be honest, i dont even know if thats just one hedge giving itself a hug!
-these are the things that keep me up at night.-
BOLLO
Gahgahgah hullo.
walking home in the dark at 11.00 is scary and reminds me of exorcisms.
I HOPE I NEVER LIVE ALONE WHEN IM OLD! OR ILL HAVE A FIT! hahahah!
i'm going to make a fairly shabby adult, i daresay out loud via typing.
i like last night even though certain individuals -cough- tom -cough- have no idea how to play cheat and make the stupid mistake of putting down '4 elevens' and then not knowing whats wrong.
humor aside, i can cross table tennis off as another sport i fail at miserably, many thanks to liam for laughing every time the ball was in the vicinity of my personal space area. how my self confidence did not grow at all. i blame it on the fact it was 10pm, a time better suited for sitting down and watching how to train your dragon then practicing such arduous, intense sports such as ping pong.
its overcast again and i'm beginning to forget what the sun looks like.
remember that time when the sky was blue and clouds were just little, rare puffs of white velvety goodness?
-maybe if i start playing 'here comes the sun' then the sun will here come. ..s.
walking home in the dark at 11.00 is scary and reminds me of exorcisms.
I HOPE I NEVER LIVE ALONE WHEN IM OLD! OR ILL HAVE A FIT! hahahah!
i'm going to make a fairly shabby adult, i daresay out loud via typing.
i like last night even though certain individuals -cough- tom -cough- have no idea how to play cheat and make the stupid mistake of putting down '4 elevens' and then not knowing whats wrong.
humor aside, i can cross table tennis off as another sport i fail at miserably, many thanks to liam for laughing every time the ball was in the vicinity of my personal space area. how my self confidence did not grow at all. i blame it on the fact it was 10pm, a time better suited for sitting down and watching how to train your dragon then practicing such arduous, intense sports such as ping pong.
its overcast again and i'm beginning to forget what the sun looks like.
remember that time when the sky was blue and clouds were just little, rare puffs of white velvety goodness?
-maybe if i start playing 'here comes the sun' then the sun will here come. ..s.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Come with us now on a journey through time and space.
In playing street cricket last night, I discovered 5 things.
1: I suck at cricket, even when its on a street. Actually thats kind of obvious. I mean presumably the terrain on which I play cricket wouldnt make any difference to my ability, which it didnt. I just kind of assumed since it was on a street with bins as wickets I'd somehow transform into some affable superhero or something, which I didnt.
2: The fact I suck at cricket is even more obvious when, for the first half, I'm the only girl there with a group of mostly 17 year old boys who hold the capacity to not only catch a ball, but hit and bowl one too. I personally, am already struggling with the 'when a ball comes at you catch it' phenomenon, so the other 2 aspects just threw me off entirely.
3: However, the fact you suck at cricket and actually hate cricket doesnt matter when one of the guys there happens to look and act exactly like Shia La Beouf. And the situation is made especially better when you know he lives in Melbourne. And is extremely tanned. And when he hits the ball his muscles sort of..flex. And he has the cutest smile ever. Especially when he smiles at you. Never mind he's going into year 12. And is the brother of my friend. And is quite tall.
4: And its even more exciting due to the fact that, when riding a borrowed mountain bike strength scooter in the dark to get to annie's house and invite them to the cricket, he happens to answer the door. And since annie's washing up and wont be down there till later, he's the one that comes with me instead. and we proceed with a hugely romantic walk down the street. well, maybe not that romantic since I was on a scooter. And there were random children frolicking everywhere. But still.
5: My respect for Jack after discovering he loved scott pilgrim and radiohead has dropped a ridiculous amount in finding out his friends are mostly annoying knobs. Why does that always happen? Cool, nice, interesting people having stupid friends I mean. Do people crave popularity so much that they're willing to befriend some annoying slut or, in a guys case, some annoying dick to get it? Can't all these cool nice interesting people just befriend eachother so we can all sit around drinking juice and discussing the amazingness of pink floyd with dark side of the moon and the mighty boosh and maybe maurice moss?
If john lennon was here, I bet he'd help me out on this one. He'd tell us to, 'come together, right now' or 'imagine no religions' or something. or he'd wish me a merry christmas and tell me 'war is over.' Which isnt entirely to the point, but is a kind gesture nonetheless.
1: I suck at cricket, even when its on a street. Actually thats kind of obvious. I mean presumably the terrain on which I play cricket wouldnt make any difference to my ability, which it didnt. I just kind of assumed since it was on a street with bins as wickets I'd somehow transform into some affable superhero or something, which I didnt.
2: The fact I suck at cricket is even more obvious when, for the first half, I'm the only girl there with a group of mostly 17 year old boys who hold the capacity to not only catch a ball, but hit and bowl one too. I personally, am already struggling with the 'when a ball comes at you catch it' phenomenon, so the other 2 aspects just threw me off entirely.
3: However, the fact you suck at cricket and actually hate cricket doesnt matter when one of the guys there happens to look and act exactly like Shia La Beouf. And the situation is made especially better when you know he lives in Melbourne. And is extremely tanned. And when he hits the ball his muscles sort of..flex. And he has the cutest smile ever. Especially when he smiles at you. Never mind he's going into year 12. And is the brother of my friend. And is quite tall.
4: And its even more exciting due to the fact that, when riding a borrowed mountain bike strength scooter in the dark to get to annie's house and invite them to the cricket, he happens to answer the door. And since annie's washing up and wont be down there till later, he's the one that comes with me instead. and we proceed with a hugely romantic walk down the street. well, maybe not that romantic since I was on a scooter. And there were random children frolicking everywhere. But still.
5: My respect for Jack after discovering he loved scott pilgrim and radiohead has dropped a ridiculous amount in finding out his friends are mostly annoying knobs. Why does that always happen? Cool, nice, interesting people having stupid friends I mean. Do people crave popularity so much that they're willing to befriend some annoying slut or, in a guys case, some annoying dick to get it? Can't all these cool nice interesting people just befriend eachother so we can all sit around drinking juice and discussing the amazingness of pink floyd with dark side of the moon and the mighty boosh and maybe maurice moss?
If john lennon was here, I bet he'd help me out on this one. He'd tell us to, 'come together, right now' or 'imagine no religions' or something. or he'd wish me a merry christmas and tell me 'war is over.' Which isnt entirely to the point, but is a kind gesture nonetheless.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Making friends should be this easy everywhere.
God this is like the coolest summer ever.
I have no idea why but for some reason people are interested in me these days. And I'm social somehow ! Yesterday was lovely even though I had to spend like an hour watching boys play cod in some smelly boys room until they remembered I was there and whipped out their guitars. I find it funny though when you're the only girl with a group of guys and the only topics they rotate through is surfing/cod/music/cod/food/skateboarding/surfing, spending, oh, a halfhour on each topic. 'could do with a pie bro.' -15 second silence- 'yeah man.' -5 minute silence- 'sausage rolls.'
/probably cos they're from sydney so they have to play the 'super hardcore unintelligent lad' angle. you can tell by the pirate earrings. apparently 'aye, sir, nice to meet ye, where ye been hiding ye gold!" isnt as amusing a welcome to them as i thought it would be.
And today was wonderful because even though I awoke at the disgustingly early hour of 9.00am I spent 2 hours watching the mighty boosh and queen music clips until annie and her ridiculously hot shia la beouf lookalike only 2 year older than me so thats not too much right? brother came to my house and took me to the beach. fuck hes attractive.
/now im going to go spend a delightfully long amount of time scrubbing the seaweed out of my hair.
hopefully it will last at least 3 hours so i dont have to endure 80's movie night. '4 weddings and a funeral' somehow isnt too high up on my 'movies to watch before i die' list. go figure hey?
I have no idea why but for some reason people are interested in me these days. And I'm social somehow ! Yesterday was lovely even though I had to spend like an hour watching boys play cod in some smelly boys room until they remembered I was there and whipped out their guitars. I find it funny though when you're the only girl with a group of guys and the only topics they rotate through is surfing/cod/music/cod/food/skateboarding/surfing, spending, oh, a halfhour on each topic. 'could do with a pie bro.' -15 second silence- 'yeah man.' -5 minute silence- 'sausage rolls.'
/probably cos they're from sydney so they have to play the 'super hardcore unintelligent lad' angle. you can tell by the pirate earrings. apparently 'aye, sir, nice to meet ye, where ye been hiding ye gold!" isnt as amusing a welcome to them as i thought it would be.
And today was wonderful because even though I awoke at the disgustingly early hour of 9.00am I spent 2 hours watching the mighty boosh and queen music clips until annie and her ridiculously hot shia la beouf lookalike only 2 year older than me so thats not too much right? brother came to my house and took me to the beach. fuck hes attractive.
/now im going to go spend a delightfully long amount of time scrubbing the seaweed out of my hair.
hopefully it will last at least 3 hours so i dont have to endure 80's movie night. '4 weddings and a funeral' somehow isnt too high up on my 'movies to watch before i die' list. go figure hey?
Saturday, January 8, 2011
fanssss
I should really stop using the 'friendshippp thats the shipp i'd like to beee onnnn!' joke.
I should also stop blogging.
/Assuming nobody reads this anymore though since its so shit so THATS OKAY AHAHA I'LL JUST KEEP GOING.
Nobody can catch me now ! Not even a jamaican!
Come on, Asafa Powell, I'll race ye! Go on, get out of that coconut tree and act like a man!
I WOULD be writing things in my diary/creative thing/general book I do stuff in, except that I have quite nearly run out of space and want to SAVOUR it like a traditional french dessert, some might say. Or a roasted peasant.
I don't know why it's quite so bloody hot in this room at night. It feels like I've got the fucking devil breathing down my neck every five seconds, joyfully making me prod at a hot pit of fire and bathe in bowels of lava. -that was too dramatic but it's okay because i am the walrus.
I have accidentally superglued some pieces of rolling stone magazine onto my bedspread. This is inconvenient. And thats pretty much all the irrelevant, pointless pile of shit I can think of to numb your brains into a delicious desolate pulp for tonight.
-sleep well, non-existent friends!-
I should also stop blogging.
/Assuming nobody reads this anymore though since its so shit so THATS OKAY AHAHA I'LL JUST KEEP GOING.
Nobody can catch me now ! Not even a jamaican!
Come on, Asafa Powell, I'll race ye! Go on, get out of that coconut tree and act like a man!
I WOULD be writing things in my diary/creative thing/general book I do stuff in, except that I have quite nearly run out of space and want to SAVOUR it like a traditional french dessert, some might say. Or a roasted peasant.
I don't know why it's quite so bloody hot in this room at night. It feels like I've got the fucking devil breathing down my neck every five seconds, joyfully making me prod at a hot pit of fire and bathe in bowels of lava. -that was too dramatic but it's okay because i am the walrus.
I have accidentally superglued some pieces of rolling stone magazine onto my bedspread. This is inconvenient. And thats pretty much all the irrelevant, pointless pile of shit I can think of to numb your brains into a delicious desolate pulp for tonight.
-sleep well, non-existent friends!-
Friday, January 7, 2011
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Today I went to a little market in a beach town and bought a dream catcher and a sunseal in the shape of a mandala and this little chain with a taoist on it. So now when I stick the sunseal on glass in my room, during the day the sun will shine through it and it'll bring all these lovely rays of light and colour into my room, reflecting through the hindu guy in the mandala, (because thats the shape of the sunseal sticker I chose since my 80 year old friend Pat taught me how to draw them on her deck one summer.) Actually I'm not sure what he's called, the hindu man. I should probably check that out, on account of the mandala. The sunseal package thingy just says its all about 'the spirit of a happier and more peaceful world' which sounds quite nice actually, wouldn't mind the occasional nirvana. And also it'll make my room look all lovely and bright. And then at night the dreamcatcher will 'deter bad dreams' and the beads and feathers and stuff will 'attract and allow the good dreams to pass through,' so when you think about it, I'm covered on all bases. The sunseals pretty much handing me a garden of eden land on a platter, and this dreamcatchers keeping me covered while I'm havin a kip' as dad says.
Gosh I love markets!
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Gosh I love markets!
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
An interesting thought.
This isnt actually interesting its just a thought.
/If my parents keep variating between playing the bob dylan cover cd and mamma mia, I will quite possibly group together a small herd of bluebottles, befriending them first of course so we're on stable ground and then gradually building myself up to retain Queen position over them, afterwhich I will train them for 9 ardous months until they become experts at a mixture of boxing and kung fu, and throw them at my parents face.
Actually, come to think of it, now that I'm the leader of a pack of bluebottles I can probably put this situation to better use.
Capturing a small european country, for instance. Or leading the world on a revolution to drop our guns and come together over love and harmony so we can spend our days having campfires and singing kumbayah together while holding hands and damning the lie God created. Oh! Or I could get them to break into a record store with me so I can spend the night there waiting after the shops been closed, so when they open the next day I'll beat all the early morning lines.
Gosh, why didnt i think of this idea earlier?
/If my parents keep variating between playing the bob dylan cover cd and mamma mia, I will quite possibly group together a small herd of bluebottles, befriending them first of course so we're on stable ground and then gradually building myself up to retain Queen position over them, afterwhich I will train them for 9 ardous months until they become experts at a mixture of boxing and kung fu, and throw them at my parents face.
Actually, come to think of it, now that I'm the leader of a pack of bluebottles I can probably put this situation to better use.
Capturing a small european country, for instance. Or leading the world on a revolution to drop our guns and come together over love and harmony so we can spend our days having campfires and singing kumbayah together while holding hands and damning the lie God created. Oh! Or I could get them to break into a record store with me so I can spend the night there waiting after the shops been closed, so when they open the next day I'll beat all the early morning lines.
Gosh, why didnt i think of this idea earlier?
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Quite entirely wonderful overall.
Gosh, I just got stung by a bluebottle in the ocean just now and I'm not even angry!
I mean, it stings quite an awful lot actually, all over my stomach, and well I suppose my arms, and actually my back too, but I was having such a terribly fun swim and such a terribly fun time I don't even mind! Alls well that ends well, said Shakespear, and I suppose you could say this is currently ending quite badly on account of the constant stinging and horrible hotness because of the hot shower and all, but after that wears off I bet I'll have lots of continued fun!
These past few days, actually every single day since New Years has been...god I cant even.
I find it funny that here i spend days hanging out with people between the ages of 11 and 17 and it isnt even weird. I feel like some innocent nine year old child again. Only I do more fun things and I'm not 9.
Yesterday was amazing because I spent the day with Hugh and Louis and Molly and Cass and beautiful, wonderful Jack -thats what I'll refer to him as now because he is so beautiful and wonderful and drives me places- and we went to jump off the Pier and saw stingrays and laughed at the collection of other knobs jumping off and did flips and Louis accidently on purpose pushed a middle aged man into the water because he was taking too long to jump and fuck I love those guys. And then Harriet arrived and we all went swimming again and everything was so simple and wonderful and happy until me and Molly dived under a wave and somehow became intertwined for 30 seconds underwater. Fuck it, that was hilarious too. I didnt stop laughing for 5 minutes. Everything made me laugh for 5 minutes. Even Hugh's random horrible stories.
And then I went and got pizza with Harriet and some 17 year old 'lad' named Hugo who decided to come into my room afterwards and stay there till 1 in the morning fucking blowing his smoke from his cigarettes all through my bedroom, -hey, thanks mate, love the smell of cursory life- and acting like a... well, typical teenage boy from Sydney. 'talks like such a fukin sik lad' cos he 'got it on with some girl called Alex cos she was on fukin ecstacy or somethin and it wasnt my fault.' Hey buddy, while we're on that topic, please dont stroke my face while you're plaiting my hair, it's strange and confusing. Also, saying, 'oh no I got incense on my hand' isnt my code for, 'please kiss my hand and continue stroking my legs and then hey, pick me up why dont you and lock me in some strange wrestling thing on my balcony while stroking my hair.' All I can say is, poor Alex.
But TODAY was incredibly lovely also. I spent the entire time until just now when a bluebottle stung me on the beach making sand castles with Hugh and Louis and Molly and bla bla the same old crew and then we went swimming again and I don't think words can describe how much I love Louis and Hugh. 'Hey guys, lets play that game where you have to see how long you can lie on your side!' Oh god. Classic Louis. Always. I just want to spend my entire life on the beach watching confused swimmers accidently swim on top of harriet while shes underwater and waiting for her to emerge in between their legs.
Life is so beautiful right now. And I'm saying that with a bluebottle sting chilling all across my fucking stomach.
I never want to come home. Ever. Even if theres a fire.
I mean, it stings quite an awful lot actually, all over my stomach, and well I suppose my arms, and actually my back too, but I was having such a terribly fun swim and such a terribly fun time I don't even mind! Alls well that ends well, said Shakespear, and I suppose you could say this is currently ending quite badly on account of the constant stinging and horrible hotness because of the hot shower and all, but after that wears off I bet I'll have lots of continued fun!
These past few days, actually every single day since New Years has been...god I cant even.
I find it funny that here i spend days hanging out with people between the ages of 11 and 17 and it isnt even weird. I feel like some innocent nine year old child again. Only I do more fun things and I'm not 9.
Yesterday was amazing because I spent the day with Hugh and Louis and Molly and Cass and beautiful, wonderful Jack -thats what I'll refer to him as now because he is so beautiful and wonderful and drives me places- and we went to jump off the Pier and saw stingrays and laughed at the collection of other knobs jumping off and did flips and Louis accidently on purpose pushed a middle aged man into the water because he was taking too long to jump and fuck I love those guys. And then Harriet arrived and we all went swimming again and everything was so simple and wonderful and happy until me and Molly dived under a wave and somehow became intertwined for 30 seconds underwater. Fuck it, that was hilarious too. I didnt stop laughing for 5 minutes. Everything made me laugh for 5 minutes. Even Hugh's random horrible stories.
And then I went and got pizza with Harriet and some 17 year old 'lad' named Hugo who decided to come into my room afterwards and stay there till 1 in the morning fucking blowing his smoke from his cigarettes all through my bedroom, -hey, thanks mate, love the smell of cursory life- and acting like a... well, typical teenage boy from Sydney. 'talks like such a fukin sik lad' cos he 'got it on with some girl called Alex cos she was on fukin ecstacy or somethin and it wasnt my fault.' Hey buddy, while we're on that topic, please dont stroke my face while you're plaiting my hair, it's strange and confusing. Also, saying, 'oh no I got incense on my hand' isnt my code for, 'please kiss my hand and continue stroking my legs and then hey, pick me up why dont you and lock me in some strange wrestling thing on my balcony while stroking my hair.' All I can say is, poor Alex.
But TODAY was incredibly lovely also. I spent the entire time until just now when a bluebottle stung me on the beach making sand castles with Hugh and Louis and Molly and bla bla the same old crew and then we went swimming again and I don't think words can describe how much I love Louis and Hugh. 'Hey guys, lets play that game where you have to see how long you can lie on your side!' Oh god. Classic Louis. Always. I just want to spend my entire life on the beach watching confused swimmers accidently swim on top of harriet while shes underwater and waiting for her to emerge in between their legs.
Life is so beautiful right now. And I'm saying that with a bluebottle sting chilling all across my fucking stomach.
I never want to come home. Ever. Even if theres a fire.
Monday, January 3, 2011
I nailed my faith to the sticking pole.
Good news on project 'Caitlins quest to befriend 13 year old brother of Tess!'
-Today sat down to watch movie on couch with me. Positive signs since last time when subject left room the second I entered after I hearily choroused, 'PETER AND BRYSON! HELLO FRIENDS!'
-Showed interest in octopus I was looking at and stopped after bodyboarding to 'take a look.' Possibly just wanted to be close to his new friend ? something to ponder.
-Shared hearty smile with me when -both- of us were watching Tess and Rose fail at the shooting game on wii. Possibly also included slight head nod in my direction but he might have just been having neck spasms.
-Said 'bye' to me when I shouted enthused goodbyes to the whole room. Hey now, someone acknowledges my existence ! -pondering taking the fact he spoke to me as his way of telling me he loves me and just wants to be best friends forever-
In other less exciting news, I'm feeling as if I'm starting to go stir crazy from spending too much time around fake nails.
Today I even deluded myself into picking up 'who' magazine. I only got halfway through an article before shouting, 'fuck this, no sir!" and throwing it on the ground, (metaphorically, of course, what I actually did was calmly place it down and fix myself some juice,) but still! One day it'll be half a 'who' article, the next day I'll be sticking little rhinestones on a fake prada bag and throwing up into a toilet somewhere close to texas, or alabama. unless they're the same thing. ahem. anyway.
-Today sat down to watch movie on couch with me. Positive signs since last time when subject left room the second I entered after I hearily choroused, 'PETER AND BRYSON! HELLO FRIENDS!'
-Showed interest in octopus I was looking at and stopped after bodyboarding to 'take a look.' Possibly just wanted to be close to his new friend ? something to ponder.
-Shared hearty smile with me when -both- of us were watching Tess and Rose fail at the shooting game on wii. Possibly also included slight head nod in my direction but he might have just been having neck spasms.
-Said 'bye' to me when I shouted enthused goodbyes to the whole room. Hey now, someone acknowledges my existence ! -pondering taking the fact he spoke to me as his way of telling me he loves me and just wants to be best friends forever-
In other less exciting news, I'm feeling as if I'm starting to go stir crazy from spending too much time around fake nails.
Today I even deluded myself into picking up 'who' magazine. I only got halfway through an article before shouting, 'fuck this, no sir!" and throwing it on the ground, (metaphorically, of course, what I actually did was calmly place it down and fix myself some juice,) but still! One day it'll be half a 'who' article, the next day I'll be sticking little rhinestones on a fake prada bag and throwing up into a toilet somewhere close to texas, or alabama. unless they're the same thing. ahem. anyway.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I put glitter on my face to create the imagery of a fun time.
Turns out the beach is kind of shitty when theres shitty weather and you cant leave the house.
I got so bored I was almost contemplating going over to toms house and watching him play monopoly with alistair.
but then i remembered. I will never get that bored.
Thank the lord for crappy girlfriend quizzes allowing me to find out tess should be playing water polo and making out with the guy from short stack. ...oh and making gluggy cupcakes while watching the it crowd.
-i find it amusing and not a little bit sad that my parents have more of a nightlife than I. sounds of hideous country music and laughing adults are wafting into my room currently and reminding me with a little shock just how many people are having a better time than i right now.-
i'm in one of those strange moods where you hate life and hate all the people in life which is interesting because i had an altogether nice day with tess. and texting certain surfer individuals.
maybe i'm missing home. or maybe i'm scared about coming home. god things change so much.
I miss new years and all the people in it. people are too important. sometimes its scary.
I got so bored I was almost contemplating going over to toms house and watching him play monopoly with alistair.
but then i remembered. I will never get that bored.
Thank the lord for crappy girlfriend quizzes allowing me to find out tess should be playing water polo and making out with the guy from short stack. ...oh and making gluggy cupcakes while watching the it crowd.
-i find it amusing and not a little bit sad that my parents have more of a nightlife than I. sounds of hideous country music and laughing adults are wafting into my room currently and reminding me with a little shock just how many people are having a better time than i right now.-
i'm in one of those strange moods where you hate life and hate all the people in life which is interesting because i had an altogether nice day with tess. and texting certain surfer individuals.
maybe i'm missing home. or maybe i'm scared about coming home. god things change so much.
I miss new years and all the people in it. people are too important. sometimes its scary.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
I'M FUCKING BORED YOU DONT HAVE TO READ THIS.
I dont even have anything to say.
Fuckup.
But these are brilliant lyrics hey?
-those who cant think of shit to say, throw in a lyric or two!-
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears...
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time
Fuckup.
But these are brilliant lyrics hey?
-those who cant think of shit to say, throw in a lyric or two!-
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears...
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time
If I could be who you wanted
people were blogging a scary amount before and it kind of freaked me out.
so i mose well fucking blog with you.
i feel like i fucked up somehow.
i dont feel like talking about things for once in my life.
i dont feel like thinking.
its cool. when i'm at the beach its like everything going on in melbourne, all my friends -or lack thereof- and all the drama i'm not part of just sort of melts away. i'm here and i have my own friends that i see here and my own routine and there isnt all this shit going on in the background, its just. its nice. its just nice. god, sometimes i wonder about the way we've built our society.
built ourselves up to knock ourselves down.
the way we live. i don't know.
i'm happier here. thats a fact.
i dont know if things are actual emotions or hormones.
new years resolutions:
1: stay a fully sick cunt. (haha! not really! just stay a moderately affable loser.)
2: make fucking awesome friends that are genuine and real and kind.
3: dont conform into some stupid prick of a slutty bitch that gets high and drunk every fucking day and chills with guys with no brain just so she can get some hooks.
4: stay best friends with the most amazing, lovely, fantastic people in the world who keep me sane when i'm confused and feel bad about myself and need to know somebody, anybody loves me. i kind of love you guys more than anything in the entire world and yeah, i want you to know that. because i was fucked up this year. a lot. it was a shitty start of the year and a shitty middle of the year. but you guys. you're awesome. seriously. i love you.
5: dont be afraid anymore. about all of it.
6: stop throwing myself into things so easily. and making myself depressed because i feel too much. stop feeling too much. stop caring so much. relax. just. calm.
7: learn not everyone in the world will like me on account of me being a kinda shy/loser/loner/other words for not cool. and deal with it. be myself even though myself can be a bit of a shit. /irritating twat, as le brits would say.
8: assasinate lizard / other animal i forget girl with camille. no more drowned rats should inhabit this earth on my watch.
9: get some mad lute skills to whip out at parties.
10: get the fuck off this computer.
in the words of russell brand, 'rebel, children, i urge you, fight the turgid slick of conformity with which they seek to smother your glory.'
in other words. fuck shit up.
g'dbye sir.
so i mose well fucking blog with you.
i feel like i fucked up somehow.
i dont feel like talking about things for once in my life.
i dont feel like thinking.
its cool. when i'm at the beach its like everything going on in melbourne, all my friends -or lack thereof- and all the drama i'm not part of just sort of melts away. i'm here and i have my own friends that i see here and my own routine and there isnt all this shit going on in the background, its just. its nice. its just nice. god, sometimes i wonder about the way we've built our society.
built ourselves up to knock ourselves down.
the way we live. i don't know.
i'm happier here. thats a fact.
i dont know if things are actual emotions or hormones.
new years resolutions:
1: stay a fully sick cunt. (haha! not really! just stay a moderately affable loser.)
2: make fucking awesome friends that are genuine and real and kind.
3: dont conform into some stupid prick of a slutty bitch that gets high and drunk every fucking day and chills with guys with no brain just so she can get some hooks.
4: stay best friends with the most amazing, lovely, fantastic people in the world who keep me sane when i'm confused and feel bad about myself and need to know somebody, anybody loves me. i kind of love you guys more than anything in the entire world and yeah, i want you to know that. because i was fucked up this year. a lot. it was a shitty start of the year and a shitty middle of the year. but you guys. you're awesome. seriously. i love you.
5: dont be afraid anymore. about all of it.
6: stop throwing myself into things so easily. and making myself depressed because i feel too much. stop feeling too much. stop caring so much. relax. just. calm.
7: learn not everyone in the world will like me on account of me being a kinda shy/loser/loner/other words for not cool. and deal with it. be myself even though myself can be a bit of a shit. /irritating twat, as le brits would say.
8: assasinate lizard / other animal i forget girl with camille. no more drowned rats should inhabit this earth on my watch.
9: get some mad lute skills to whip out at parties.
10: get the fuck off this computer.
in the words of russell brand, 'rebel, children, i urge you, fight the turgid slick of conformity with which they seek to smother your glory.'
in other words. fuck shit up.
g'dbye sir.
the strokes.
it was amazing.
/possible best night of my life so yeah.
lying on a sand pillow wearing a boys shirt as we lay on the beach looking at the stars and holding hands in the cold.
oh how i love beach parties.
getting incredibly freaked out when harry and jack came running at us with glow stick stuff all over their arms telling us how they'd watched a lesbian couple hook up down the beach.
talking to all of mollys incredibly drunk friends as they called her on the deck of my house. tom and alistair on the phone to mollys ex boyfriend. 'did you just call me a cunt? nah shes in the pool. naked. wait ill go ask. -holds phone out- yeah she said she doesnt wanna get out. oh man i gotta go we're having a shower together. might be a half hour.'
sitting around the fire on the beach talking about the it crowd and llamas with hats and wonderful music and incredibly random things.
over a dozen people crowded into my room talking over each other, listening to the strokes, having cute deep conversation about new years resolutions.
having someones number on my arm and not wanting to wash it off because i feel incredibly cool.
swimming for hours at the pier and wearing ollies hat and wondering just why his head was so big.
can this never end please?
/possible best night of my life so yeah.
lying on a sand pillow wearing a boys shirt as we lay on the beach looking at the stars and holding hands in the cold.
oh how i love beach parties.
getting incredibly freaked out when harry and jack came running at us with glow stick stuff all over their arms telling us how they'd watched a lesbian couple hook up down the beach.
talking to all of mollys incredibly drunk friends as they called her on the deck of my house. tom and alistair on the phone to mollys ex boyfriend. 'did you just call me a cunt? nah shes in the pool. naked. wait ill go ask. -holds phone out- yeah she said she doesnt wanna get out. oh man i gotta go we're having a shower together. might be a half hour.'
sitting around the fire on the beach talking about the it crowd and llamas with hats and wonderful music and incredibly random things.
over a dozen people crowded into my room talking over each other, listening to the strokes, having cute deep conversation about new years resolutions.
having someones number on my arm and not wanting to wash it off because i feel incredibly cool.
swimming for hours at the pier and wearing ollies hat and wondering just why his head was so big.
can this never end please?
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