of things you won’t learn from Facebook

achesy is…

… listening to Calabria

… sorry that you’ve become just another story

… hoping she never lives to see the day that you become just another story

… convinced there’s a logic behind this apparent aimless spinning of her story with you, and would like to thank you for your (almost) limitless patience

… wondering if the afterlife might just be a neverending underground train ride, with your mp3 player plugged into the soundtrack of your life

… stuffed from a good dinner with some great people

… excited that trip planning is finally making some real progress

… exhausted after a massive sluttygossipfest with Evil Cheryl, who I’m not worse than when it comes to sugar and caffeine.

… immensely pleased to have a giant bar of flattened Aero. Because an O without the Aer is better than no O at all.

… looking forward to not paying for breakfast tomorrow

… about to curl up in bed and take a much needed nap

… wondering whether it’s a good or bad omen that the string which is supposed to bring her strength and ward off evil fell off her wrist less than twelve hours after the priest tied it on.

… contemplating a nibble of the flattened Aero as a bedtime snack

… in desperate need of a haircut

… amused by how excited she was to be out during the daytime, with SupSup the Pony & Co.

… still wanting Yoguru

So many choices. Too many choices. That’s why I often just leave it blank.

Of falling sick

My heart is laden, and my mind is racing, and my fingers itch to share with the person I love with all my heart, but sensibility tells me that it’s just a jumbled result of the fever, the exhaustion, the caffeine, and excitement. Too many times I’ve bared my soul only to be mortified the next day, when I wake up with a clearer head.

Sometimes I can literally feel the scream rising up inside of me at how stupid and unfair things can be. And there’s nothing you can do, no amount of punching, of running, of math homework, of smoking, of drinking, of dancing under the stars will let you let go and be pulled along with the flow. Fighting the current is unexplicably exhausting.

I’m tentative about everything for the next couple of months. I’m wary of getting excited, because everything is so dependent on everything else, and I have no control on the outcome.

I have no idea why the cold medicine I got from my doctor this morning is hitting me so hard, but I am high as any joint has ever made me, and I only have one regret for the moment.

It would have been a shitty Sunday, but the best friend came all the way down to spend some time with me (and polish off the last of the jelly) and we ended up watching Delicatessen. Bizarre foreign movies are the best thing to watch when you’re sick, I firmly believe. It’s so much easier to let yourself fall into the right frame of mind for enjoying them when the world around you seems so unreal.

I think it’s time to drift off into a drug induced nap, clutching my phone desperately in one hand.

Goodnight kids, pictures soon. I promise.

p.s. PW sorry bout missing the first class. I owe you monies. And much else. Lots of love.

of being really tired, but mostly happy

Today I:

- created a daidee monster.
- discovered that I may just be a domestic goddess after all. After the success of the salmon rolls and hungarian sandwiches, came the super success of the Vanilla Lime Vodka Jelly (which really does taste a lot like Split, the ice cream) and the Cherry Brandy Vodka Jelly (which was so overwhelmingly lusted after that on my mother’s urging I had to hide a serving in the inner fridge so that the best friend doesn’t get left out)
- explored the Night Festival, avoided eating Tau Huey, and got really hyper before getting really tired
- took a bunch of pictures, which I’ll upload either after my shower, or, more likely, tomorrow, while waiting for Mix to come over and gobble aforementioned Cherry Brandy Vodka Jelly.

So pictures, stories, and all that good stuff to come in a while. For now, it’s bath time and then bed. Mmmm, sleep. When my own mother starts laughing at my dark circles, it’s definitely time to catch up on sleep.

What are we supposed to do, after all that we’ve been through, when everything that felt so right is wrong

of being metaturnal

The title is the only explanation for my ridiculous chirpiness at this hour on a Saturday.

Oh, shit. It’s 7:34. I’m going to be late!!

Let’s go to the park, I want to kiss you underneath the stars

Of being a happy girl

I’ve come to the conclusion that chocolate may have been created for the sole purpose of inducing sheer bliss in crampy girls. 

Jovie gave me a Kinder Bueno with my cookies this morning (I’m being influenced by the panty mistress. Except where she brings snacks like carrot sticks and nuts, I bring cookies and chocolate). I polished it off while reading my book about deranged CIA killers.

God damn that stuff is good. I no longer even mind that it’s still two and a half hours till the end of the workday.

My father drives like a maniac.

Next week is my last week at work.

Next week also marks the start of busy-ness. Textbook purchasing, NATAS fair visiting, cousinly outing.. But I’m not complaining. It’s the last week of my last long school holiday, so I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth.

This time last year, I was all about my trip to Melbourne.

This time this year, I’m all about planning my modules, being half-way grown up and responsible, and getting giddily excited about my trip in six months time.

This time next year, I’ll be working. I hope. Or on holiday.

Fortune tellers scare me. Not in a “how spooky is that” way. More like a “how do you expect me to keep a straight face” way.

Happy early birthday, FifiPanties. Thank you for the book btw. I was a bit too spaced out to show how excited I am by it. It’s wicked cool. Very much the kind of thing I’d imagine people would see and know I’d love, and be right. Cos I do love it.

Last night made me miss the girls nights out. Just sitting around at Timbre with a drink or two (or more), singing our hearts out.

Jiggle it, jiggle it. I bet you’re thinking those were my song lyrics for this post. You’re wrong. It’s just a lead-in for my next post. Oooo the suspense.

These, are my lyrics for this post:
Let’s go to the park, I want to kiss you underneath the stars, maybe we’ll go too far, we just don’t care, we just don’t care, we just don’t…