December 2009
DAY OF THE PARTY
It’s the day of the party, so the air is filled with pre-party stress, but also hype.
The sun is SHINING, the sky is BLUE, the weather is PERFECT
and i can’t stop smiling
and i’m feeling happier than i have in ages
c r a z y
for only the 2nd time in my whole life, i have run out of credit.
MID-CONVERSATION.
and the thing won’t let me recharge…
and it is driving me crazy
i am actually being driven up the walls
and pacing around like an idiot
i never really thought i needed my phone, but this shows me how wrong i was.
need. credit. NOW.
“These rocks will make a fine raft.”
get me out of here
On a random note… I live in Australia… booo. I don’t wanna sound like I hate my country or whatever, but i’m really not suited to this climate/environment… get me out of this dry, 45 degree, majorly water restricted place and into somewhere cold, wet, where i can have a shower longer than 5 minutes without feeling guilty.
TAKE ME TO ENGLAND!!! where it’s green...
My Bass Teacher
i have come to the conclusion that my bass teacher is the most interesting person i have ever met.
oxymoron embodied. he fits no stereotype. he’s unpredictable. which is why he’s so awesome.
picture this: a man in his early 20s, a Guinness beer polo shirt (buttoned up to the top), a moustache, a lip ring, and curly dark hair.
In his hand, an electric blue bass guitar with Charlie...
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“They were silent, beautiful ghosts in the woods.”
– Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver
you’re the bird, i’m the worm, and it’s plain to see
that we were meant to be
results (not in a good way)
got our exams back today :S
needless to say, i’m so glad i have owl city to make me happy in times like this…
cheerio.
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*Sigh*
It is practically holidays now…
but that’s why I can’t relax.
because it’s not QUITE holidays.
When I want to just settle down and enjoy myself there’s always the thought:
‘two more days. not yet.’
Let me tell you, it’s frustrating. I’m on edge all the time.
So close, but so far.
“That’s what a ghost is.
The silence of the one you want -
sounds clash...”
– Dreaming of Amelia by Jaclyn Moriarty