same difference

numero uno.

okay i've just realised that i've gone and messed up this editing like super badly

so when i don't finish my sentences

think of it as suspence

not my terrible computer skills

kay?cool.

[insert inspirational quote]

sometimes the only thing i can think about is how boring i am

but then i talk to you and i manage to feel what i've always wanted to be;

interesting

milk duds

i'm busy playing the song backwards to look for subliminal messages

let's counteract

pain is inevitable. suffering is optional.

i spend more time waiting for you than talking to you

vati, come home
and then stay there

everyone seems to be tired

right so this is the part where we're supposed to hold hands and talk about our feelings?

i am irritated
i am bored
i am struggling
i am running out of words

sometimes it seems easier to pretend i know what i'm talking about when i really have no idea whatsover.

also,
i would really appreciate being told straight out what's going on

don't make me fall

condensation

i'm sorry i'm acting out of character

but you are too.

below satisfactory

so so close

but not at all right.

i'm a needy kid, don't be fooled.

i don't think i could feel worse if i tried

she has curly hair.

l'alo

what can i say

i found the cure to growing older

it involves car fluid and fat greek boys

"i can't stop looking at her stomach"

you were and always will be my best (animal) friend

you deserve the world, you scaly son of a bitch.

thanks for being there

i love you as much as a human can love a fish

Where did you go when things went wrong , baby,

Who did you run to, to find a shoulder to lay your head upon,

Oh, wasn't I there, didn't I take good care of you,oh no,

I can't believe you're leaving me babe...

i wonder if duffy wrote that song about her fish

humour and macabre

nothing to say nothing to say

i have the WORST writers block to ever exist

i need inspiration

i need excitement

frick.

p.s. i like people that make me smile when i think about them. yes i mean you.

sitting on top of the world in a coin laundry

sing out louise

northern downpour

this girl is so cute
..
..
where's her other arm?




























quite annoyed at being annoyed at things not worth being annoyed over.

i like people who are just plain
sweet.

rodeo clowns

h mi wish i could be just like you

that's a joke, i'm way too cool

hey let's be friends; friends forever

i'l make bracelets and meet you at trevor's.

(trevor's diner for bacon and waffles)

i'll just tie you to a kitchen chair

break your throne and cut your hair

and then from your lips i'll draw a

hallelujah

piggys may have markets and roast beef

but we have hundreds of people to meet

let's go show the audience what we can do

i'll see you at 4pm at central park zoo.

now i wonder if you remember

a time when i knew how to dance

and i wonder if you remember

our juvenile romance.

err.

i have mixed emotions about scouting for girls being played on the radio

special guest star

take my gaze and we'll walk on the sun

all the kids are out there having fun

but they won't be in on our secret

dancing's more than no regrets

take my breath and come with me

we're more than they could ever be

i never knew that i could fly

our hearts are like soaring kites

happy trails .

ella wheeler wilcox

her religion was 'the art of being kind'

and her words

are my salvation.

sing who will of dead years departed,

i shroud them and bid them adieu,

and the song that i sing, happy-hearted

is a song of the glorious new.

i hate what you make me

i guess i just don't understand you; how you think

i'm stuck at the moment.

i don't know how to get out of this without losing anyone i care about.

i wish they could see you how i can, i wish they could see the hurt you inflict onto me and others

i'm going to sleep now.

hopefully when i wake up, i will like you again

p.s. there's no chance in hell that that is going to happen

you are so annoying

four walls, wash basin, prison bed.

cold chisel is my life

dibs

religion is supposed to be something that gives people hope and unites us human beings. jnstead, people use it to bicker and fight about whose imaginary city is waiting for us. here's the skivvy...there is no city, no after party, no nothing. yes, there may be a god , but the idea that there's a place for us all to meet up after we die is just a lie perpetuated by people who can't live for the moment, and can't be good people without some promise of reward. sometimes when things are over, they're just over.

cowards die many times before their deaths, the valiant never taste death but once.dancing was good

presentation was good

school was good

homework was eventually good

conversations were good-ish

that news was more than good

so why do i feel so flat?

~

thank sweet jesus it's friday

if a double decker bus crashes into us,

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

are we growing up?

break out from the drama scene

some kids like burgers

some kids like beans

i like my buddy, camilly

wow that was a typo

but i enjoyed it so much that i left it.

'i'm glad you finally found someone'

me too, mrs westmore, me too

i'm now going to go in cahoots with the sport teacher and be secretly a bitch that stores peanuts in my head just for willy-willys. i'll put my jumper on if i feel uncomfortable but it's really just funny if austin put on his invisible heels and pantalons.

je suis dinosaur.

har har she makes me laugh harder than silly angie

"it's funny because it's an orchestra...and he's playing a clarinet"

it's true we named our children after towns that we've never been to

they say he lead with a solid belief system

i believe in deluded intuition.

it makes one man weep and another man sing

you don't need money, don't take fame

don't need no credit card to ride this train

it's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes

but it might just save your life,

it's the power of love.

i win

suck my dick.
six hours later and homework is done

i love this feeling
i just have to remember it
and use it for the future

now it's time to dream.

running on air

i am so determined.

because

i like fashion that makes me feel uncomfortable
i like music that makes me forget everything bad
i like people that make an impression

i like writing
beacause;

keith richards will die young

it's funny because he's like a hundred


GET IT? that's why it's funny.


it's funny coz


yeah.

what a good day

i like

things

that

occur

mhm. that's all i can think to say. don't judge me

in nobody's eyes but mine, andy you're a star

no mrs hillman, i'm not negative.
the reason i don't have a list of things i love is because it would be too long.

anyone that knows me has to be aware that:

i hate macadaemias in brownies
i hate sunburn
i hate jellyfish
i hate parodies of songs
i hate when people ask 'did that hit the spot?' when you drink
i hate cola slurpees
i hate miley cyrus' face
i hate sleeping
i hate asparagus
i hate feet
i hate heights
i hate when anyone touches my back
i hate eating pig meat (and refuse to do so)
i hate when my hands are sticky. unless it's from PVA. i like PVA
i hate cd's
i hate my giant head
i hate wearing shoes (except my docs)
i hate sitting with my knees all exposed
i hate songs on the radio
i hate tidiness to the point of obsessive
i hate people who don't talk
i hate mimes (see above)
i hate any kind of clown
i hate the noise of cutlery on china plates
i hate when jack tries to guess things
i hate people who actually believe michael jackson is dead
i hate queen latifah
i hate time
i hate change
i hate people that aren’t brendon urie
i hate having the sun in my eyes
i hate being broke
i hate not making lists
i hate double negatives
i hate pizza hut
i hate rats
i hate rabbits
i hate forgetting things
i hate short stack (i love mr trevaskis)
i hate wearing jeans
i hate arsonists
i hate violent cats
i hate vomiting
i hate hospitals [with a passion]
i hate pain
i hate people that expect me to run places
i hate the word ‘skivvy’
i hate bread
i hate sleeping in
i hate being early to anything ever
i hate people that do nothing with their garden
i hate cigarettes and anything to do with them
i hate bad posture
i hate sitting still
i hate not being flexible
i hate skinny people
i hate doing rowing
i hate not doing rowing
i hate being forced to read/watch the news
i hate snoring
i hate sneezing
i hate religion being taken seriously
i hate capital letters at the start of words
i hate people that use ‘pwned’ way too much
i hate people that take twitter seriously
i hate cross country
i hate being pinched
i hate pears
i hate getting lost
i hate working
i hate owing people
i hate not knowing things
i hate myself

just kidding
who can resist this face ?

chillz

workworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkworkwork

ah no thanks.

random fun fact for the day:

i love religion because it makes old people act so totally irrational

"life on this road is better than life on the next. i say this because i've never been on the next road."

hey hey we're the monkees

disclaimer

i now realise the contradiction of my last post.

i have consequently chosen to stick with homework instead of watching jimmy neutron

oh dear lord i have a long way to go.

wham bam

mick jagger yes please.



life is going slowly
i need to learn to concentrate on things
and no not like making a new blog or playing guitar upside down
more like australia's participation in the world war and french landmarks.
oh prioritising is so tiresome

holy mother of jebediah, jimmy neutron is on my television

*poof* i'm gone.

you were always waiting

honey bee, let's go swinging from flowes.

sugar cane, let's go dancing on rainbows

fairy blossom, let's go jumping in puddles

my darling, i want you in my bed

and then there were two

hey there

i hate whiny blogs
so i decided to make one.

haha i kid, i kid. i'm too cool for you.

felicitations.