Warm Pringles taste nice (or "It's hard to type when eating a pear")

Standing in front of the fire place with my Pringles cannister* (apparently spelled wrong? I can't spell) and I withdraw a Pringle and stick my hands behind my back for a little moment to warm them in front of the fire, and when I eat the Pringle I discover that it is warm. Pleasantly so. So I repeated the process a few times, and after thorough research, I have come to the following conclusion: warm Pringles are lovely. The warmth adds something to the flavour that normal, room-temperature Pringles don't have. However, this study has been limited by sample size, and more extensive research is needed.

As I type, I am also battling to consume a pear which, at the moment, is gripped in my teeth. However, it can't stay there for long because saliva is slowly pooling in my mouth and my jaw grows tired. So I have to remove it using one hand...thus meaning that I can only type with the five fingers of my free hand and the pinky of the one holding the pear. However, after a while my pinky grows tired of poking letters and holding down shift, and I feel like I should continue eating, so I just stop and munch as I stare into the fire which is currently burning my face and legs. So, progress is slow, but tasty.

Yes, I do seem to have a preoccupation with food (oops, pear juice on my keyboard). Didn't eat lunch today cause I spent the whole day snacking. Feijoas are also delicious.

...just looked them up on Wikipedia, and apparently you're not meant to eat them when they're beginning to brown because then they're overmature. Oops. Actually, it's on Simple English Wikipedia. What is that pray tell?

So it's week eleven and I haven't really started studying, largely because I have convinced myself that everything is crammable in the week or so before the exam. Don't need to study stats, cause that exam's after I get back from the US (where I will totes be studying amidst all the mad corporate partiez). At least four days after I get back. So I can cram then. And on the plane. Accounting I usually understand, and management I just cannot be bothered with. I did start my summary notes today! What annoys me is that we haven't actually finished the coursework yet, so I always feel like I can't do this properly until I have all my notes in order for all topics. Piano...is. Piano is the way it always is. Love/hate relationship. Actually, more of a love/meh-why-so-hard relationship. Currently sitting in the meh and feeling extremely tired part right now, though it's come together a little bit in the past week or so. Except the scales. I will never make peace with the scales.

Had a really enjoyable dinner last night at uni. Food was lovely, and some lovely, interesting people were there as well. Although standing out in the cold for over an hour greeting guests wasn't ideal, hey, at least it wasn't raining like Monday! Was crossing the road and BOOM thunder and then it started pouring. So no, at least there was no rain last night. I did feel incredibly young though. Even amongst the students. There were four of us who were second years, and one third year, and pretty much everyone else was post-grad. One or two undergrad, not sure what year though. Felt young and inexperienced, but it was still amazing.

The bro also graduated last week. Got to tote camera around for the night, testing out things. Will need another battery. Will need a few things before I leave, including a reminder that I should stick a password on my laptop and make my phone demand PIN every time I unlock it. I'm looking forward to this, and hoping that I don't get sick right before I leave/during the trip. I do have a tendency to get sick. Hopefully won't though.

Haven't actually downloaded the album yet/ripped it off my brother's computer, so I don't actually know the words cause I haven't listened to it properly. But it just sounds sad and yearning and stuff. I do love a good melody. Sung with robotic voices. The guy off One More Time died as well. He had such a great voice. Full of attitude.

Also saw Into The Woods last Saturday. Agony was hilarious, though all in the all the musical was rather odd.

Hard to see the light now

Edit: 11:49pm

EM GAVE ME A THING TO LISTEN TO. 

My heart is dying. Whee. Thanks Em.

Edit: 12:18am
*canister. I finally figured it out.

I have random bruises on my legs

Three to be exact. And I don't know how they got there. There's one halfway up my thigh. How did it even get there? Did I run into a stick or something?

Has yum cha today, gave birthday presents to people, received Christmas presents. Ran around MC frantically buying aforementioned birthday presents beforehand with Alice, ran into Zoe, Zoe tagged along. Drank free tea from T2. Chilled at indoor garden with weird fake grass. Took off centre Polaroid picture. Ate fortune cookies made by some magic toad/frog. Was good. Apparently I say "the thing is" a lot. Back in year nine, my most common phrase used to be "shut up". Oh, how I have improved.

If you won't save me, please don't waste my time

Listen up, what's the time, said today I'm gonna speak my mind. Take me up to the top of the world I wanna see my crime. Day by day there's a man in a suit who's gonna make you pay for the thoughts that you think, and the words they won't let you say. One fine day, gonna leave you all behind. It wouldn't be so bad if I had more time. Sailing down a river alone, I've been trying to find my way back home. But I don't believe in magic, life is automatic and I don't mind being on my own.

Had a good day with Em last week, and good days are fun. Went to Lincraft to buy bees on cloth to sew indie patches, and find lace which was, in the end, not found. Returned a violently overdue library book, then bought ribbon for my nefarious star jar making schemes. Walked past balloon dude making massive balloons, then went lunch and walked past huge massive adorable Yoshi plushie. His foot was the size of my head. Ate food, fished radioactive green jelly from the bottom of the dessert. Then chilled at Myer for a very, very extensive amount of time. Went through the underwear section cause it's fun, then went to toys which was also fun and sometimes disturbing cause people make creepy toys. Then finally went to the electronics section to find lights, which had been the initial objective. Found lights. Lights sold out. Sat on the floor browsing through stationery instead. Then had tea at Chocolate Lounge. I am noob at the tea making. Then bought a key ring. Then got escorted down to the platform.

Gift wrap on Monday was also fun. Met a second year comm student from Melbourne who was wrapping with me, and when Anita randomly visited, turned out they knew each other too. Sometimes the world can be very small. Gift wrapped with Julia last week too. We struggle under pressure.

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. 

You know I love you so

Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones. Turn it into something beautiful. You know, you know I love you so.

So I had untimely sickness during exam period right before two exams and a gig. It was wonderful. Still sick, but not floored by it any more. Now must cram piano. Which is never a good idea. Finished watching season one of Castle this morning. Started yesterday afternoon. Now I have nothing to watch cause season two is only half downloaded dammit. 

Coldplay was good. We were a bit far away. But it was wonderful. Full of pyrotechnics and confetti. And stupid tall people with their stupid beers and stupid cigarettes in front of us. And then my mylo band died halfway through...oops. But was good. ATA then killed me the next morning though. Sigh. OH WELL. DONE. FIRST YEAR OVER. NEARLY. KIND OF. I just dislike the fact that I should've done better. It's not the actual mark, I don't know that for another month. It's just the fact that whatever mark I do end up getting won't be what I was capable of. That's what kinda irks me, but ceebs applying for consideration and sitting supps. Don't want to spend the whole break studying. 

But it was a good day anyway because I got to see Mahi and Bec and Alice and Julia, and then we went to lunch, though Alice had to go do something with her teeths or something. But we had crepes/croque monsieur, and it was nice to laugh and talk and watch friends appreciate good-looking French waitresses. It's fun to make up fragrance names, and eat other people's mushrooms. I do like my friends. Then I ditched, and trained home with Austin, which was also very enjoyable. 

It was a good day. 

Now I have to practice piano hidfhpsihodsfhdshf

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

Picture me complaining with all this

You could say I made it, but I'm fading, cause I miss you. Can we go back? But the issue: this time we can't get back. What happened to you? Come back. Cause I miss you. Can we go back? 

Feeling good now. Went for piano lesson in the morning. Dog got in the way of the pedal. Got mega confidence boost and the seal of approval I was looking for. Still need to work much. Within the next two weeks I have assignments for macro and APA, a French oral, an assessment day for vac work, the online testing which "should take around an hour" to complete before the assessment day, probs should fix my CV, need to prep for the interview accompanying the assessment day, masterclass, catch-up with Jess and MSO concert to attend. Oh, and I should start revising for exams, the earliest of which is in six weeks. And all that tute work. And all the French stuff they only just sent through that I need to do before Monday. Oh, and a French impromptu debate some time. Should be alright. But I'm very tired right now.

Cat then appeared, though we accidentally left her out in the cold cause we were too busy whacking piano to hear her. Talked. Played again. Went to noms. Nommed. Went to more noms. Got very, very full. Took up a table for a good hour talking. Then went home. Was good. Good people.

Preview was also good. Good people. Made some friends. Enjoyed myself. Still residually exhausted from manual labour and haven't been sleeping good. Sleepy headache past two days. Bought jewellery yesterday. That was fun as well. Funky ring. Funky necklace. Still need to find my leather jacket. Sigh.

Day of el fadofils*

Was stationed at Flagstaff. Surprisingly not overly cold despite wearing a dress that's meant to be for summer. I thought I'd freeze. Went to MC first to visit Himasha and Cat, then traversed with Alice and Julia to our own spot, where responsibility was quickly handed over with no one to look after us. Then some suspicious character looked like he wanted to steal a teddy. Positive that came out of that was that I may have some more interesting material for behavioural interview than just music now. Sold stuff. Also went upstairs and tried to sell stuff (didn't really work). Annoyed Julia when I started kicking her with the teddies. Went back downstairs and sold stuff. Often got confused about whether people wanted pens or pins. Alice and Bec fetched us food and stuff. Ate pasta. Gave leftover mayo covered capsicum chunks to Alice. Got my French and KPMG notes stolen by the volunteers who came to collect stuff sigh. But got free daffodils. Met Viv. Went to RMIT. Sat and talked and took off my "feet". Walked to Lygon. Ordered dinner. Viv discovered she lost phone. Cat and I had a nice evening walk back to RMIT. Discovered room which we had been in was locked. Went back to restaurant. Ate. Actually finished my food, except for a chunk of pumpkin I gave Cat. Walked back to MC. Caught train with Bec and Julia. Got home. Crashed on bed. Can't have these moments as often as last year. So this will have to do. Was good. But still missing people. The two of them who I never see. Oh well. Next time. Or something.

*Otherwise known as Daffodil Day.

10:22am

And now I have a heck load of work to do due to the whole bunch of ceebs that hit me over the past week or so. A week or so is all you need to fall behind. Quite behind. Looks like I'll have to use those breaks for work instead of friends. Maybe. Sigh.

Things

- Too much meat last night.
- It was also really cold.
- But also really warm inside the restaurant.
- Too much meat.
- Too much dessert.
- And we bought cake from Coles as well. With gingerbread babies. Which everyone regarded with great suspicion.
- Still can't do the fish face.
- Though Catriona is becoming quite adept.
- I still lean on her and use her as a safety blanket ridiculous amounts.
- That last sentence didn't make sense.
- Had fun though. People are good. I like people. Sort of.
- I miss my people.
- Looks like another road trips is on the cards. I wonder how it's going to pan out. And the dread is building already. Which is stupid. Should be happy. But underneath the happy and excite, there's a little bit of dread and apprehension. Oh well. That's just how it goes now.
- Submitted APA assignment. Hope it makes sense and that my tutor doesn't go "...does this kid even speak English?"
- Should do tute works. Ceebs. Getting there. But have to read twelve pages. I don't wanna read twelve pages. I don't feel like reading this week. Which is bad, because I'm already behind on the reading.
- And I'm sitting here blogging about it.
- French tomorrow. Means discussions and stuff. Oh god, in class essay next week. I suck at writing. Which means I should probably work harder for the all the comm subjects in offset the bad which is going to be French.
- Piano.
- I wish these tute questions would show some consistency or logic. Question 1 has three parts labelled 1, 2, 3. Question 3 has two parts labelled a and b. And they ask me to "critically evaluate management's suggestion?"
- Wanna sleep. Sleep for long hours and not have to wake up or talk to anyone for a long while. Nah. I'm sure I'd start missing them after a little bit.

7:58pm
- AND THEN QUESTION 3 PART B HAS THREE PARTS. LABELLED PART A, B, C. HOW AM I MEANT TO FORMAT MY GOD DAMN WORK?????

9:06pm
- "Depreciation sets a side cash for the future replacement of assets". NO ACCOUNTING. YOU DO NOT SET "A SIDE" CASH. WHAT IS A SIDE CASH? SOUNDS DODGY TO ME. I HAVE SOME CASH...ON THE SIDE.

31st July 2012

iFoan

10:01pm

I don't know what to do when you're sad.

I hate Mondays

I feel like Garfield. Though I'm not a big fan of Tuesdays either. Other than the get to see people part.

Enjoyed last night/afternoon thing. People fun. Obnoxious little kids amusing. Eating duck bone things was amusing because everyone now thinks I'm a genius. Which they probably should have realised before. Fun times all around. Chopping cake with a machete. Sword. Thing. Too much ice cream. Shkarph. Yes my sentences are getting progressively shorter. I type it here more just to have a record of good moments. Cause I always forget to update them in my good moments book thing. Or more I'm afraid that they'll eventually turn into melancholy and painful moments.Some kid chipped a tooth. I think. From what I could hear from upstairs. I know them feels. Laughing. Just laughing. I like laughing. Endorphins and stuff.

Should not have looked at photos from last year. Skype isn't quite the same. Not at all. The most content, peaceful moments were just lunchtimes at our table under the sun. Just laughing.

I got a hammer and a heart of glass. I gotta know right now which walls to smash.

My eyes be droops

So aside from all the irrationality which will later be deleted possibly maybe probably don't know I'm indecisive, yesterday was pretty good. Long day. Today was also a long day. Finished uni, chilled with Austin, who didn't get lost, chilled at Chocolate Lounge for ages whilst spending very little money, something we seem to do a lot, then found Cavern outside "the sunglasses shop", ditched Gavin so he could go to Deep Creek or whatever it was, then ate Jap food in Canada. Was nice. Trotted up to catch a tram, got off tram, ran after bus, bus stopped quite a while away, ceebsed catching another bus back, trotted the rest of the way. So that portion of my day was fun. Good people are good. Happy making.

Spent lunch with Cat Gav Alice Tony Julia today. Was a bit of a fifth wheel for a little bit before Julia came along. Sad life. Was happy though. Sun was out. Was with people who love me and make me laugh. Was with people who get me. Got interrogated by Alice. Mmm. It was nice. Something to hold onto.

By now you should've somehow realised what you gotta do

Had a good day today. Walked around MC finding presents for people with Jess, trammed down to aquarium where there was an uber long massive queue for some bizarre reason. Wrote in card. Met Alexis. Went to creperie. Had much happies. So much fun. Literally laughed and smiled for about two and a half hours without stopping. Listened to his amusing stories about central and his fifteen kilo luggage limit, which is apparently impossible for a Frenchman. Was fun. Was fun. Gosh. Then went to Southgate to deliver stuff, but person wasn't there to deliver to. Went to Boost. Got drinkz. Train, Jess got off at MC. Sigh sigh. I miss both of them. I really miss holding your hand. SHALL BE ABLE TO AGAIN IN TWO MONTHS.

Flub.

Another good day tomorrow. Hopely.

7:49pm

Noel heartlessly steals her dress with his taxi. Noel's face at the end. Oh, he amuses me.

Listen up what's the time said today, I'm gonna speak my mind. Take me up to the top of the world I wanna see my crime. Day by day, there's a man in a suit who's gonna make you pay for the thoughts that you think and the words they won't let you say. One fine day, I'm gonna leave you all behind. It wouldn't be so bad, if I had more time. Sailing down a river alone, I've been trying to find my way back home. But I don't believe in magic. Life is automatic. But I don't mind being on my own. 

And that is all there is in one song. He always had a thing for writing songs which were extremely repetitive. But it works. Still my greatest musical love. God-like genius indeed.

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. 

Memory

Today was a good day. Fairly good. Need to print off a school captain recommendation.

Watching Annie freak out cause she was thinking that everyone was going to Thailand was amusing. It was a good day.

The one memory which remains strongest in my mind. Where we used to dare to dream.

Edit a minute later:

I just realised that my last three posts have been one word titles starting with M. How amusing. Maybe this could start a trend...although I have to somehow prevent myself from repeating...

good day, and special day

No, the title is not a grammatical error.

Well, technically it is. But let's just say that it wasn't a mistake on my part, and that it was highly deliberate for me to act fob. I have a t-shirt which I bought from Hong Kong which says "today is good day and special day". It has a picture of a dog on it too. It's become somewhat of a semi-trademark.

So, yesterday was a good day, and a special one too. And do you want to know why it was good and special? Cause I went to school. Going to school and spending two and a half hours with Lydia and Mr Chua did more for my mood than I could've thought possible, and more than anything else has done for the past couple of days, including just resolutely blasting optimism from my iPod. It gave me a confidence kick, it was fun (yes, going to school on a Saturday is FUN kids), and afterwards we bought Healthy Cup, an experience which taught me that taro and yam is the same thing...is it my fault I'm not very Asian?

So I feel pretty good about music. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't care about the score, but I'm not overly worried about it. Que sera sera, and secondly, I've had fun this year, and I've learnt a lot. For me, that's more important. Or I shall think it so otherwise I'll just become thoroughly depressed if I don't get over 40.

Hoping for the best but expecting the worst

Her voice is a little bit dodgy on the higher notes, but the music is awesome. I love the Lord of the Rings score. 

Frodo heard a sweet singing running in his mind: a song that seemed to come like a pale light behind a grey rain-curtain, and growing stronger to turn the veil all to glass and silver, until a last it was rolled back, and a far green country opened before him under a swift sunrise. 

Centpost

This is the centpost. Fear it.

I guess I should somehow make it a landmark of my blog. Now I've got this image of me on top of hill, attempting to plant a flag into the green turf.

If this had been any post except for the 100th, it would've gone something like this:

"It was Marie's last day yesterday, and an epic day it was. We went to the Tim Burton exhibition, which was interesting. We felt pretty cool (being Marie, Alice and I), and just made artistically interested noises as we stared at the pictures/notes/sculptures i.e. "mmmmm", "ahhhh", "ohhhh" etc. etc. There were actually people there who were hardcore artists, taking notes and such. It was good, especially the ultra-violet (I use to read that was ultra-violent) light tunnel, which made my shoes glow. I want to be so famous that I can stick my notebooks in a glass case and charge people to look at them.

So then we traversed to Melbourne Central where we had a rendezvous with Mr. Asian (a.k.a. Sam with too many vowels in his last name. Under the clocks of course; where else?), and proceeded to eat twenty nuggets.

Then we walked to Lindt Cafe for no reason whatsoever, attempted to spot Minotaur (which everyone else did, and I didn't. My eyes suck) and walked Alice to Flinder's.

Followed by a blissful forty minutes or so sitting on the edge of the Yarra eating ice cream. Marie said our conversation was flat; I found it peaceful. I liked it. Should do it more often. The weather was awesome, although the sun was a tad bright. Such calm though. I love Melbourne.

Then we went home. The end.


Then (mmm, this post seems a little flat. Maybe cause I'm trying to make it a post in a post) we delivered Marie to the airport after six weeks of awesomeness and stupidity. Hope you have a safe trip, and visit soon. Although I will see you soon. Take care mon amie.

Also typed Macrib when I was trying to type Macrob on Facebook, and for some reason I now have images of gangstas running around school. In da Macrib. Although Mr O thinks that "The Mac Rib sounds like a new burger developed by McDonalds... 2 massive pork ribs, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onion in a huge chunk of bread. One serve would give you sufficient calories for the week." Sounds delicious." 

So yeah, if it had been any post except for the 100th, I would've done that. However, I feel as though this should be some sort of checkpoint where I have one of my crazy D&Ms, and dissect/analyse the hell out of my life. 

Sooo...my, this is awkward. There's not really much to analyse. I'm travelling alrightish, occasionally get overwhelmed by pressures of my own making, sometimes feel absolutely on top of the world. I have an amazing family that I think I've let down, who I'm constantly afraid of letting down, and friends who listen to me rant and rave even when they're as tired and afraid as I am, usually with more reason to be so. I still have no idea where I'm going, which still scares the hell out of me, but most of the time I feel as though I can just let it run. 

Happy centpost? I don't know. Feels like it should be bigger, don't it? 

Meh. 

And I love you Aly. 

sacchiride-y 16th

Sweet 16th...literally. So much sugar. So much stupidity. And pizza.
And what a ridiculous amount of ducks.
So thanks to everyone who made me smile with their lovely gifts, or laugh hysterically, in the case of Vivien's beautifully written and illustrated picture book. Thanks for the ridiculously overpriced bag (I love it), the duck bag, the ducks (of course), the playing cards, the big card, all the other stuff that I can't be bothered listing.
But most of all, thank you for all the words. The people who took time and effort to construct a piece of writing, over the net, especially more so if it was on paper. Because then it's a lasting memory.
So let me get to this one point of rage which I can't get over, then we can go back to blissful happy happy.
You were all cut up that no one was wishing you happy birthday, but we eventually sprung you with a card, when I came home.
So why didn't you do the same for me?
There's not really any bitterness in that, I guess, because I got so much stuff yesterday, and spent so much time happy that it was ridiculously awesome. I guess I'm disappointed, and I'm just wondering why you do what you do. And why you can't seem to put yourself in other people's shoes.
Maybe I'm being naive, maybe you've endured more than I have, but I still can't understand it.
But let's close that thought, and once again say thank you very much to everybody.
You make it all worth it.