Red

Came out ages ago, but I was listening to the album on repeat today so felt I had to stick my songfeels somewhere. SO HERE HAVE SOME SONGFEELS.

Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street, faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ended so suddenly. Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall, like the colours of autumn so bright just before they lose it all. Losing him was blue like I'd never know, missing him was dark grey all alone, forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red. 

Touching him was like realising all you ever wanted was right there in front of you. Memorising him was as easy as knowing the words to your old favourite song. Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realising there's no right answers. Regretting him was like wishing you never found out love could be that strong. Losing him was blue like I'd never know, missing him was dark grey all alone, forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red. 

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes, tell myself it's time now gotta let go. But moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head. Burning red. Loving him was red. 

Losing him was blue like I'd never know, missing him was dark grey all alone, forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red. Burning red.  

And that's why he's spinning round in my head. Comes back to me, burning red. His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. 

Elton John was playing on the bus back home. I was rocking out to the Crocodile Rock. It was wonderful.

For some reason we were singing this at dinner. Randomly popped up. Old cheesy pop songs. 

Mmmm so what have I done lately? I shall check my calendar.

After speech night:

- Partner interview. Was good. Bonded with the partner. 

- Passed driving test. 

- And according to my calendar, the only other thing I've done since speech night was see Austin today. I felt like I did a lot more though...

- Oh had training for gift wrap with Julia. Went to the pleases first to get stuff signed and stamped, then had Schnitz for dinner. My feet really hurt by the end. All this standing and walking business. 

- OH YES I WENT OUT WITH BEC. Went to San Churro and had weirdly salty churros. Then had sushi for lunch. Walked up and down and all around Knox. Saw nice dresses but I never buy anything without my mum, so went back the same night with family to buy dresses. 

- Saw Bond again with the brother because he didn't have anyone to see it with but now he does so we've both actually ended up seeing it twice. Got lost trying to find Hoyts. 

Event-wise, it looks to be a good rest of the week. Haircut, orientation day, gift wrap, then Em. Then further gift wrapping next week. Just hope no one rocks up with a basketball.

Changed the layout cause I decided I don't like blinding white and orange. I remember someone once read really deeply into the fact that all our blogs were black or grey. To be fair, we did seem to like blacks and greys. 

More good day and special day to be documented in diary

Last Thursday:

- Did not buy leather jacket
- Ate burgers
- Threatened to kick birds
- Hamer Hall
- Got immensely sunshined on then rained on

I realise your love is the best sound I have ever heard.

Yesterday:

- Met Alice who was on her lonesome cause everyone was late
- Ate lots of food
- A lot of it
- Massive potato chips
- Sandwiches with too much capsicum
- Actually, just the fact that there was capsicum was too much
- Gave said capsicum to Alice
- Avoided capsicum in the pasta salad
- Cat's adorable face
- Julia chinning people
- Getting married
- Eating more food
- Watching Mags' face when we gave her presents
- Train home with Bec

Aaaaaand no more seeing them all together for the next two months or so. Sigh.

6:08pm

Wednesday:

- Finished Preview, walked down to apartment in heels which were starting to kind of hurt by that point
- Bought sushi
- Was stupid and also bought Maccas
- Left sushi for hungry friends
- Got hugged by person I had met for only an hour. It was kind of weird. Friendly, but weird invasion of personal space bro.
- Chilled at apartment eating food on the kitchen bench
- Fixed Cat's dress. Eheheheheheehehe.
- Missed tram. Stood around in cold waiting for next tram. Moaned.
- Caught tram. Got off tram. Went inside with friends, then left again like cool people do.
- Had pleasant walk back to Southern Cross with Mahi
- Trained home with Mahi

Was gonna tumblr this, but...I like here more

Yesterday was a good day and special day (yes, that t-shirt slogan thingo will haunt me forever. I like it that way).

- Ran into a lot of high school people at MC cause it's the holidays and people like to have outings on Thursdays cause it's fun. Sang Waltzing Matilda under the clock. It just kept on going. 

- Met up with people who I was meant to met up with. Was good. I miss them. 

- Frolicked over to nom ramen with Jess, Julia, Bec, Viv, Zoe, Tiff...I feel like I'm missing someone. Oh. Me. 

- Nommed ramen. Laughed a lot. Slept on Julia. I miss physical contact during breaks. I miss physical contact during uni. No, I'm not creepy at all.
- Mahi met up with us after. That was good. She kept laughing at me and squishing me. One of few people I don't mind reacting like that, so it's alright. 

- Walked down to...somewhere. Where did we go...wherever it was, we caught a tram. Bumblebee tram which told us to alight for stops. 

- Got to Crown. Walked through Crown. Almost fell down some stairs. Julia saved my life. 

- Laser Wars. Came dead last. Laughed like a maniac because of mishearing things. 

- Walked to Southbank. Everyone else had ice cream (I think). I left cause needed to go home. 

- Got home, was very sleepy. Napped. Fudged around for the rest of the night. Went to bed. Got woken up. Then slept again. 

Happy. Not unsettled at the moment. It comes and it goes. Hopefully it'll get to the point where the periods between "go" and "come" are more extensive. 

Toy Story 3: Part I

So we (being Bec, J-dawg, Viv, Viv's-friend-Sam, Marie and I) ventured out into the city yesterday in high hopes that we would be watching Toy Story 3 (in all it's 3D glory). So we got there with about ten minutes to go, and there was this massive huge line, but it was alright, because there are usually twenty minutes worth of ads anyway. And thus we bought our tickets (which were very overpriced), and proceeded upstairs (with Sarah still ranting about daylight robbery). Bought food, went to the toilet. Waited outside the cinema with a huge crowd for about twenty minutes because for reasons unknown, they did not want to let us into the cinema. So finally we were let in, about twenty-five minutes after advertised session time. Sat down, got the food out, laughed our heads off (well, I laughed) because I put three pairs of glasses on and found it immensely funny. Then five minutes later someone walks in to tell us that there is a problem on level two, and that we were to evacuate and stand outside the State Library awaiting instructions. So we trotted off like good evacuatees (although MC wasn't actually being shut down), and waited for another ten/fifteen minutes for our contact to appear, during which time we froze, talked, and I discreetly (or made an attempt at discreetness) listened to She Will Be Loved about five time. Yes it's currently going round my head. Then we were eventually told that Hoyts was closed, and that we were welcome to see any other movie at any other Hoyts at any other time, as long as we kept the ticket. Stupid. Lame face. Wasted our time going into the city just to eat lunch. KFC. Lame. Very lame. Sat talking for an hour or so over lunch, then went what can loosely be termed as 'shopping' i.e. Naomi, Viv and two French Exchange students actually looking at stuff, Julia, Sarah and Viv's-friend-Sam tagging along in all our coolness. Ja.

Yes. What a lucrative trip into the city. And that was a lot of brackets I used.

Shall finish with some happy things i.e. Rafa:

And watches:

All these watched are from Swatch, and are ones which I would consider buying if I had money, and if I had a Swatch shop lying around somewhere. As it is, I have neither, so will have to content myself with staring at them until Christmas, when my brother said he would get me one. This first one's called Water Ripple or something equally poetic, hence the little dizzying circles on the band. 

This one's Menthol Tone...as in butter menthol? I don't know. Although it does have soothing connotations. I like the pretty little gems thingos on it. It's cute. 

Deep Stones. Hence the stones which are embedded in it. Deeply. A little simplistic; probably would look too bulky on my hand. Maybe. That's the problem with just staring at pictures. You can't figure out whether or not it will look good. Clothing and shoes is easier. Which makes me want to mention that mother/brother found a cool-looking pair of Ugg boots online for me. They do look cool. 

And that leaves Check Pea. Probably not quite formal enough for my liking, but if it was just an everyday watch, I'd get this one. It's cute and fun too. Look at dem swirlz. 

So yeah, stay tuned for Toy Story 3: Part II.

Tap on my window knock on my door I want to make you feel beautiful.

Ramble 3

I am famous. Look. (that's a link by the way. You can click it. I just can't figure out how to make links different colours.) I have been mentioned in someone's blog. Thank-you my great-aunt/distant-relation. One day I'll figure out exactly how you are related to me. But friend is one label I can use. Thanks for mentioning me there, because it actually makes me feel as though there is someone out there who is reading this. Merci beaucoup. Now I am going to have to look up what exactly a "slice-of-life" blog entails.

Other than my new-found celebrity status, many other happy things have happened of late, to real celebrities. Nadal is through to the semi-finals, which is pretty damn awesome. Playing Andy Murray of Australian Open fame, where he won because Rafa retired, which was slightly lame. And um...there's no way of saying this gently, so I'll just say it. Federer got knocked out. Oh yeah. Baha. I'll stop being so mean. But I think he is getting old. Oh yeah. Time for some Rafa domination. Only twenty-four. Got ages to go. Yeah boy. 

Other Spaniards have also achieved, which I woke up at 4:30 yesterday morning to watch. Spanish football team is now through to the...quarters I believe. I think. If I can count properly. Was a very interesting match. Poor Portugal. As soon as Ronaldo got anywhere near the ball, three Spanish guys would just jump on him. As a result, he barely touched the ball. 

Any other stuff? No? Harry Potter trailer is out. It looks so intense. Really really really intense. Really. Such high drama. Slightly sad though, now that it's all coming to an end. The series of our generation.

And Julia, Himasha and Bec are going to watch Eclipse. Which means I have to ignore them for a few days. Unless they talk to me. Or I feel like talking to them. 

And my Restaurant City is booming. I feel as though I could actually run a restaurant. No I don't. But you get it. But all the ingredients I want can't be sent. Gah. I need sugar. And orange. And mint. Gah. 

Nothing's going round my head a lot, strangely enough. Weird. 

A slice of life story is a category for a story that portrays a "cut-out" sequence of events in a character's life. It may or may not contain any plot progress and little character development, and often has no exposition, conflict, or dénouement, with an open ending. It usually tries to depict the everyday life of ordinary people, sometimes but rarely, with fantasy or science fiction elements involved. The term slice of life is actually a dead metaphor: it often seems as if the author had taken a knife and "cut out" a slice of the lives of some characters, without concern for narrative form. It is sometimes called tranche de vie, from the French.

Thanks Wiki.