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Friday, August 13, 2010
I think this is goodbye

After a year or so of blogging, I think I can leave it be. Find me on my slowly progressing Tumblr. Yes, I have conformed. Har Har. *Salute*


Screw you

-RANT-
I thought I was concerned about what you thought about me, I was going to change a part of me because of the things you've said to me. But after a long day of self-reflection I thought, hey, who cares what you think of me, I am my own person and that's all that matters at the end of the day. You're just a big, fat hypocrite and the worst part is that you don't even realise. You ask me for advice, I give it to you and you just totally ignore it. Well I hope that soon, you will realise that I was right. I think that we are going to drift apart soon, as much as I don't want that, I think I need it.


Thursday, August 12, 2010
oooh i am so deep. jokes, war is bad kiddos.


... we often ask ourselves here despairingly: "What, oh, what is the use of the war? Why can't people live peacefully together? Why all this destruction?" The question is very understandable, but no one has found a satisfactory answer to it so far. Yes, why do they make still more gigantic planes, still heavier bombs and, at the same time, prefabricated houses for reconstruction? Why should millions be spent daily on the war and yet there's not a penny available for medical services, artists, or for poor people?... Oh, why are people so crazy?

-Anne Frank


Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Eugh


Those nights where you can't do anything but listen to an infinite amount of John Mayer and eat lots of food suck the most ): Well, not John Mayer and food, just THAT feeling of complete and utter empty-ness.


Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Ew.


Just because you wear eyeliner, have a stupid pout and say 'esh', does not mean you run this town. Be mindful of that, hey?


Monday, August 9, 2010
oeitwgeoigtggg


Grrreat, when I start to think maybe I'm over it, you come along and do what I like best about you; be awesome and make me smile. I'll bet they are just really timely coincidences, but alls I can say is, here we go again. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, it's happened too many times for me to know anymore.
Wow, i sound like one of them soppy, love sick puppy dogs, but I am not. Pfft. Love sick, not even close my darlings. Hope everyone had a good start to the week, I know I didn't. Good flipping night.

^ This part in HP1 makes me so sad ):




Saturday, August 7, 2010
Why?


Because it's a warm and sunny Sunday afternoon, just the way I like 'em. I just feel like going fruit picking and getting back into nature, you know. My aunty asked me to go Orange picking with her today, my response was ew, but now i wish i went. Speaking of things i wish i had done today, City2Surf. I was planning on doing it this year with Laurence and Jesse, but never did, what a shame, such beautiful weather out. Oh, I was also going to study and do my homework today, but did I end up doing that? Noooope.

Just leave me to bask in my temporal love of Mother Nature before I start to hate her again because of her piercing winds and icy cold weather, brrrrr. Good flipping day everybody :)


the goot people.

Love these guys a hella lot. I'm so glad we all became friends!


Friday, August 6, 2010
Bleh


You got that right, Mr Forman.



I hate it when you just think about the past. The good memories come back and it gets you all giddy, but what about the bad, bad, bad mistakes you made? GAH. I hate it when it pisses the shit outta me when I think about how naive I was and how freaking blind and stupid I was. I just think, what. the. freaking. fuck. It's so freaking frustrating thinking about the crappy past, but once your mind wanders there, it takes a huge push for it to go elsewhere. Spending a few hours with two people that make me happy tomorrow ought to do it.







Tuesday, August 3, 2010
blahhhh


Give me your invisibility cloak. If not, smuggle me into the Three Broomsticks so I can just stay there drinking butter beers all day. Because right now, that's all I feel I can handle.


Monday, August 2, 2010
Ngaw.

Please excuse the lame, pms-y bitch that hacked into my blog yesterday. She went to read Harry Potter and forgot about it all :) She would like to just say thanks to everyone that bothered to care, comment and talk to her about it after she posted it, it means a lot to her that you do care. She was just having one of those days, you know? Yeah. S'all goooooot. Why am I talking in third person..? Wow, I am losing my mind.

Anyways, in English today, seeing as we are doing poetry, Miss decided to show us an example of a crappy poem. Why was I not at all surprised when she put up a poem written by Heidi Pratt on the overhead? I don't even know if you can even call it a poem.. It is the most ridiculous piece of shit I have ever come across. It was exactly as you would expect from a socialite like her. The poem was stupid, cliche, pretentious and very, very, very conceited. IT HAD NO BLOODY POINT. IT WAS LIKE SHE JUST KEPT DRIVING AROUND THE SAME ROUND-A-BOUT. IT WAS SO CORNY I COULD HAVE REGURGITATED MY RECESS, EATEN IT AGAIN, AND THEN VOMIT IT OUT, AND EATEN IT AGAIN, AND THEN SHITTED IT OUT. Okay, i'm going over the top, but her stupid poem was so stupid. It was so freaking 'HEIDI PRATT'. Check it out if you want your eyes to bleed. It's called, Heidi ♥'s Spencer. Seee? Even the title is stupid and childish. Yeeeesh. Take care!


Sunday, August 1, 2010
BLKEGWOIRGWITBPIGEJUI


Life is dull, plain and stupid. School seems completely and utterly pointless. There's nobody to 'talk talk' to now because you've either grown apart from them, or just don't want to bother them with your pointless thoughts and waste their time with your worthless problems. This is how I feel. Not that anyone cares or is bothered enough to read this. Good fucking night.