The First [Recorded] Poem I Ever Wrote: Age 11
Ta-daaa! It’s called “You’ve Changed”. My body, my head Is racing ahead And I’m trying to catch up I feel weak, not strong Emotions and feelings feel wrong and everythings hurting too much My life is off track And I can’t go back No matter how hard I try I feel so alone Can’t pick up the phone To call someone to get some help I’m running and...
o_O Where Are They?
I’ve never had a look before, but… I hear we have quite a high rate of homelessness in the surrounding areas [of where I live], it’s Christmas soon… shouldn’t they be engaging in the organisation of charity activites for them (i.e. meals, etc.)? And don’t they need volunteers for that? :/ There’s no requests in the volunteer page thing. :(
The People and "The Worst" Mall
Pisses me off so much when people call (people I went to school with! :O) a particular mall “the worst”. It’s so blatantly ungrateful. If I were to ask them what was so wrong with it, they’d only give me half-assed answers like “it’s boring”, “it’s ugly”. Let me tell you something: the function of a mall isn’t to be exciting or...
Me Set Free in Cities:
I run around into every nook and cranny I can find like a drunk three-year-old (AND THE ALCOHOL HAD RED FLAVOURING). I’ve been like that my entire life. Cautious… until you put an adventure under my nose. In that instant, I disregard all my woes (in little-me’s case, it was a fierce attachment to my mother and a fiercer fear of getting lost, which says alot about this passion)...
Eisley and Sleeping At Last rolled up into one?
Yus, please. But I’ve listened to this before and Stacy’s just doing back-ups. DOOO A DUEEEET. Ah, but I’ve never actually noticed her voice that much before, though.
Tumblr And the Questionables
Sometimes, I just don’t know. Tumblr is a scary place with questionable nudes/pornography (I think… I didn’t really look long enough to figure out if it’s precisely porn)/I-don’t-even-know/why-do-people-do-this. :l The most innocent things lead me to the most unseeable things… “*Searches “fluffy duckling”* … BACCK BAAAAAAAACK.”...
I’ve always found them intensely fascinating and intensely terrifying. Maybe it’s because I find them terrifying for no good reason that makes them so fascinating. There’s just something about the way they look and the sounds that make that freak me out. I’m not scared of much in particular, not genuinely at least… but they’re probably the one if any....
I was apparently featured in a formal (as in Graduation formal; as in fancy dresses, etc.) of a newspaper. >.< Sad side… I missed the issue and can’t get it. :(
Recording: The Friendship in Jewellery
\ Student Councillor badge: I wouldn’t have known how to spell that second word unless it was on the badge. But that’s unrelated. :P Year 2- age 7/8. I was the most popular girl in the class and the teachers pet! And then to the outcast and teachers hated in the two years after that. But that’s also unrelated. We had Mrs Kent as a teacher. All year, everyone in my class and some...
“Yes! Finally graduated from high school! Now I have worked two long years to achieve optimum marks to display my intelligence on paper for the world to see, I shall engage in self-destructive behaviour as celebration!” idgi.
ISSS AUSTTRRRALIAAA TROLLLINZ.
Today was generally good (hey, concentrating helps at work), but some people in the mall today just made me want to bash them over the head with my handbag and say “wake up, dopey!”
Makin’ mistakes at work. See that stamp all over my hand? That’s what should’ve gone on a docket (P.S. putting it on my hand instead of the docket wasn’t my mistake, my boss put that there after lecturing me). Not to mention those other mistakes! Little? Sure. But my workplace doesn’t accept mistakes. And I feel utterly useless.
:) :) :)
I’m not the type to care about about being single, but I’m now 18 and have never had a real boyfriend. There’s nothing wrong with me. :l *puts head in blender* /last friend left FML.
Critical Art: I Hate It
In 1917 Marcel Duchamp entered a urinal into an art contest. This simple concept challenged the concept of art as we knew it. It’s today regarded as art. And I hate it. I’ve been drawing as long as I can remember, and I’ve always been taught that a good artist is someone who displays skill in their chosen medium; someone who can execute their intentions successfully. I’ve...
At 11:11am on the 11/11/11 I was working. Actually, I was in the bank doing the banking for work. It wouldn’t be 11:11am on the 11/11/11 again for a hundred years and the Last Post was playing (Rememberance Day in Australia; also, incidentally, the day my parents were married about 19 or 20 years ago). At 11:11pm on the 11/11/11 I was sleeping. My legs were killing me after work and I took...
Why This Annoys Me So
I love you. You make me feel like I’m toying with you and I enjoy it. And ignoring pride, basically, that hurts me.
Why on earth is Final Fantasy XII proving so hard? I swear it shouldn’t be, but I’ve never found another game so difficult. >.> It’s like they want you to spend hours levelling up at every chance you get just in order to get by. It took me about 24 attempts to get past a particular boss (and that was 80% fast fingers and 20% tact), and now I can’t even get past the...