Thursday, December 1, 2011

WE WOULD ALWAYS HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE

So, the time has come where I have decided to part with this blog. I won't deactivate it or anything, because I'll probably still need to get stuff from it from time to time, but just to let you (who ever my readership is, if I even have one) know to not expect anymore posts from me, I am giving you this last mediocre post. Basically I just want to start afresh on a whole new blog. And unfortunately I don't want to post the link here to whatever that blog may be.

We had an okay run. I'll never see you again, and I salute you.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

TEEN SPIRIT

How do I suddenly have a craving for something that I haven't even tasted before? Something that isn't good for you, something that I am disgusted by, something that isn't attractive what so ever. I don't even know. These are odd times for me.
I think I have a big pot of angst mixed in with spoiled bitch bubbling up inside of me, waiting to explode everywhere. I don't want to do my homework, I'm questioning a career path that I've always been certain of, I loathe school. It's like all my ambition has just burnt out. Basically I just want to drop out of school and live offsome talent I have in me that I haven't yet discover.
Hopefully this will pass otherwise I'll probably fail year 10 and start wearing a backwards cap.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

SATISFIED MIND

I want lots of things. I want an iPhone, I want to dye my hair red and mix in some blonde. I want Blink 182's new album and I want Cry Baby and Ferris Buellers Day Off. I want some more candles. I want a chalk board wall or maybe a completely white wall. I'm talking #ffffff ladies and gentleman.
I want to go sea kayaking and I want to go to Peru. I want to lay out in the sun all day.. I want to go and get noodlebox and share it with some of my lovely ladies. I want to star gaze at my Grannies and I want Summer to hurry up and be here already. I want to be at White Hall and run up and down the old stair case.

I want things that are so simple and I want things that cost money, that will only bring me brief happiness. Where as the simple ones, will give me memories that will make me smile when I think about them 6 years down the track.
We're all materialistic. I'm super materialistic. I get that. But there is nothing better than the sunshine or the pitch black sky on a cloudless night, with a blanket of stars for you to gaze at for hours.

Disclaimer - Remember when entering this blog don't forget to bring your sack of corny-ness and cliche' otherwise you'll probably die of embarrassment by just reading the things that go on in my head. 

Saturday, October 22, 2011

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THE SUMMER


I've decided I'd like to do more picture posts. My blog is boring enough as it is, I thought a little colour my tickle your fancies. Anyway, if you hadn't already gathered, I'm aching for summer. I can feel it in the air and I know I'll be completely healed by then. It all just sounds too appealing.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

YOU'RE STILL A KID ANYWAY

I never had one of those little cash registers that most little girls do. I remember I would go to my friends house, and she would have this lovely pink and purple one, that even had a speaker so you could joyfully declare a clean up on imaginary isle 5. I wanted one of those so bad. I almost bought one when I was 10. Which seems so young now, but way too old for a fake cash register.
But hey, I found it hard to fully give up playing with Bratz dolls in year 6. Although then I was a complete and utter 'tom boy' so having bratz dolls was sort of secret to most of the people at my new school, although all of my family were well aware. I had 17. And the runway, the cafe, the scooter and the salon. In a way it's still cool. Of course, they weren't as trashy as they are today. But all their little accessories, their tiny earrings and laptops. That's crazy. There is so much detail in that.

In saying that though, I think I'd still be a fan of making your own toys. Although I was always one to jump on the trampoline, and I'd make up a new game every day after school. I'd pretend to be a secret agent that lived a double life, always with an American accent. Sometimes I'd break and sing a song that was in the moment. And I'd even get chalk and draw my room on the trampoline. That was so so great. I'd literally spend hours on that trampoline, and I'd always feel so embarrassed when someone would come out and catch me mid song.
I wasn't a good singer...

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

"C'EST LA VIE", SAY THE OLD FOLKS

Hello Pulp Fiction, I've wanted to meet you for so long. I always had this feeling in my stomach that I'd love you when ever I heard anything about you. And, what do you know? My suspicions were true. We've met, and I have this lovely feeling about the connection we have. Yes, you were nothing what I expected to be. But who doesn't love the art of surprise? You've given me two new favourite songs, a hilariously lame joke to pass on, new dance moves, endless quotes to include in my sometimes dull life and pop culture knowledge that I needed to pick up sooner or later.

On a non-prat level - I'M GETTING MY SURGERY SOON! In 23 days or something ridiculous like that. I'm excited and terrified and I hope my face doesn't change too much, or well - I hope it changes for the better. Which is what should happen, I mean there fixing a jaw that is out of line, so putting it where it's meant to be should... Oh god I don't know. Hopefully all turns out well and I don't feel too horrid for too long and having ghastly bruises under my eyes and swelling for months.

A list of things to look forward to -

23 September - School Finishes
27 September - Hopefully go to Melbourne and Ice Skate or Rock Climb + Shop/Eat/Have a generally good time
29 September - Jaw Surgery
17 November - Kings of Leon
Start of December - School is O-V-E-R
23/24 December - GO TO WHITE HALL FOR CHRISTMAS

Wowowow, when you put it like that it makes it seem like the end of the year is so so close. Which is crazy. That means I'm almost in year 11. And when you're in year 11 you're almost in year 12, and when you're in year 12 you're almost finished school. When you've finished school, well let's not talk about that. If you spend too much time thinking about your future and all the things that are going to happen / you want to do, you'll be dead before any of it will happen.

No, that is completely untrue. I can't even sell my own theory to my self. Sheesh, journalism here I come...

Saturday, July 30, 2011

I WOKE UP TODAY

I can't be bothered right now. I just want to listen to this song and then I'll go put some real clothes on. I'll put a bit of make up on, do my hair, drink a glass of water, do the dishes, slowly die and then go to work.
It's hard to figure out where my head is at. I don't want this to be some in depth post or anything. That is ridiculous. I'd be totally contradicting myself, right? Because I make fun of cliche's. Do I? I don't know. Now I'm just spilling out any sentences that make their way into my brain full of swirling thoughts. Swirling thoughts that are lucky to make sense on a good day.
Work is only two hours, that's 20 dollars, plus three hours yesterday, that's 50 dollars. Plus the twenty dollars saved from last weeks shift, 70 dollars. This weeks pocket money, 80 dollars. By the end of work experience this week, I'll have 130 dollars. Then work on Saturday, 160 dollars. You know, that is if I don't spend a dime this week. Which is totally unlikely. If I end up with 150 dollars I'll be happy.
I don't know whether I am looking forward to work experience or not. I'm definitely not looking forward to commuting on the bus every day for the next week. Okay, I don't hate the bus ride. But there is only a few things in this world I hate more than the actual wait for the bus.
Okay, why I am I even being so negative? I'm going to be waiting tables and making coffee all week, and if I'm lucky I'll get free Chai Lattes thrown into the deal. Better than school.

Saturday, June 25, 2011