Why Don’t You Tell Them That I’m Leaving?

He’s sweeter than your favourite candy.

My room smells like Chow Mein. Well, it did. But that was a couple of hours ago. Today was dull to the point of “Shoot me!” only because I spent it doing my maths assignment. Which I completed… almost. I hadn’t visited TheSelby for a while but I got to just before and one of the artist that was photographed made me laugh, he looked like such a sleaze bucket.

Yesterday was both Katty and Ellie’s birthday picnics. Both at the botanics, both at noon. I got up made two cakes, got ready, went there had an awesome time with the usual group playing uno, with the hackey sack and chatting away until around 4.30 which is when we all split up to go our seperate ways when Ellie and I realised we weren’t gonna make the train – so picture this Ellie looking like a tourist and me limp/running down North terrace past THREE weddings. We made it.

Not much else new I want to post, so for now…

Over and out.

Shut Your Mouth And Kiss Me

I wish I thought I was as nice a person as everybody else thinks I am. I know I’m just my harshest critique but I can’t shake the whole ‘Wow, you’re an actual bitch’ feeling sometimes. I know this is going to be read by people that don’t know that much about me, and some people that know everything about me but I can keep secrets too. Now things are back to normal (I kinda lost my head for a second there, during that last week) I can finally finally put pen to paper – or in this case fingers to keyboard. I was never a sheltered teenager. My parents sure as hell tried to keep me out of trouble, and I was smart, but I never ever went with my gut – I always went with my head. Going with your head could seem like a good idea at the time but when you look back it’s really not.

Last weekend was fucking awesome. I met three guys that I thought I’d never ever in my life actually meet. Meeting up with someone from the interwebs could end up bad, but when you think you know someone well enough you don’t care about the risks. I know I was lucky, and some of my friends thought what I was doing was stupid but last Saturday has been my favourite worry free day this whole year.

This weekend was not so much. I have been bored out of my brain the last 48 hours (apart from 3 hours yesterday).  I spent most of today nit-picking thoughts and ideas down to the point where I could not think about anything any more. I wasted a day, for nothing.

Over and out.

But Life Would Suck Without You Now…

For the record I am against smoking. If someone started smoking as an outlet for stress or whatever and then became addicted, it’s not okay, but I’d hold them in higher regard than someone who started smoking to fit in or be cool.

The last two photos I have posted have been dark and grubbier than the others and I think that’s because they reflect what kind of mood I’m in and what I like looking at at the time. These past 3 days I have really gotten into my year 12 art project. What I am doing is studying wall murals and their impact on society. This got me looking at all kinds of graffiti and grungy art. Tattoos, in my opinion, fit into that whole kind of art. Some are quite beautiful but the fact that they are on skin, in places where they really shouldn’t be just makes me cringe sometimes. I think the view I have will change over time, because the more pictures of people with tattoos I look at the more I like what I see.  I believe someday I will get a tattoo, I don’t know where or what of, but it’s going to be something I plan out well, I couldn’t have something on me that I might not want there in 10 or so years.

This brings me onto the next topic, body manipulation.. Without thinking about it everybody manipulates themselves either to look the best that they can, the way they want to look or to fit in with a group of people. I have never had the motivation to look perfect. I don’t think it’s necessary. Sure, I pluck my eyebrows, I’ve had my teeth fixed, I’ve dyed my hair permanently, I have a few piercings; but they are common things. I could never be anorexic, bulimic or whatever. Not because I think it’s unhealthy, but because I’m lazy. Hmmm, we’ll just see what happens.

Over and out.

I Cannot Stand Him

So last Sunday I had a fight with my dad over a peg. He tried to take my laptop away, but I found it and stole it back. Then when he realised I had it again I argued the point that I’m in year 12 now and need it for school work 24/7. He folded.

Over and out.