so.

so i made this whole post about the beginning of september when the weather is all lovely and i posted it then drafted it again and i dont know why and then i realised that its been a long time since the sky was up high and i was feeling thT way so i decided to continue the post then apparently my phone didnt save it and now im angry

ill post it soon i swear

but for now lets talk the next 3 days

i really hope it goes well cause i have high hopes

tmr, graduation and im gona see jen and hang with mah boiz dan dan and eeh so im excited

i still remember graduation, how pumped we were the formal and i really needed metallic nails

and drew and i gave pocky to fogden

its so weird how andrew collin and i were in the same history class for 2 years and we only started properly talking by the end of it all

the main reason why i didnt move to sit with them was cause i wanted to be with tian :))))

anywho

the day after that emily&marys

danny drew and i were discussing it today when we ate pepper lunch




-btw that was so nice cause every friday (last sem) we used to all go home together and danny and i would read mX and gah i miss that

and we are plannign to all get drunk, i feel like no one is gonna hold back i mean there is gonna be like 80 people going and we are all gonna group up and our group is gon prob drink together but i might not sit with them caue jens and claudia Claudia CLAUDIA are gonna be there plus Cat who i havent spoken to in ages

so i think its gonna be just a recount -drunk- and man do i miss clauudia she was my starr i love her so i feel sad now cause i dont think i have her number and i want to cry

anyways

day after, hoping we dont have a hangover Eeeh and i are gonna go record shopping (again) i love the little trips i have with eeh and yeah

sunday driving with my dad and prob do my essay properly for english

yeah im kinda pumped

lets hope the next 3 days are good

oh also

next week, mid sem break (WOO) my mates from uni (yes brit ect) are gonna go to



and we were talking about costumes

and i was like

i should go as a mermaid and like the top half to freak out the others hahah

and luke (hippie luke not sexy luke) said something about a feather sword

and that reminded me of captain feather sword and i was like

omg

we should all dress up as the wiggles and if ayone asks say "captain feathersword invted us"
they were all prettttyyyy pumped on the idea

but we are meet up next week again over sangrias (AGAIN)

and discuss it

i havent seen them in 2 weeks and they all seemed pretty pumped to chill with me so thats good

and im making frinds with this girl named sandy who lives in my area

yeah today she went home with steven tang LLLOLLLLLLL

insane

shes really nice

and we both have the same political views on our schooling so its nice to have that

yeah


i feel like my uni friends make me want to be more dedicated to uni

thats coooool

hmmm i think thats all

im gonna have a nice shower, not try to fall asleep

clean my room

prep for tmr

yeah

life maybe getting on track after that horrible melt down in my essayy

lets do this maria


i hope next semester

ill up my marks like crazy

fuck


FORGOT TO SAY IM TALKING TO RICHARD AGAIN I REALLY MISSED HIM THAT ODD FUCKER HE SAID I WAS INTERESTING HAHA YEE


for his graphic design course he had to interview someone he found interesting and through those questionaires people in his class create a character

AND HE CHOSE ME :)










thus i end my blog post

waiting for them pictures lol



My weakness for the other sex
Every time his shoulders flex
The way the shirt hangs off his back
My train of thought spins right off track
-Amy Winehouse (who i am so obsessed with now!) Amy Amy Amy (Outro) 

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im too tired

thats when she realised, in that moment, it was disgusting. number 2, it was, the cigarette. she wanted nothing more but to ash that fucker. this time when it flowed through her it had a sting, a foul taste. it wouldnt go to her head but her throat, burning it and making it scold. was this was death tastes like? rotting and pain and just a sour nothingness? music became rancid and morbid. she realised she wanted nothing more but the kiss of life. a touch. a warmth. a cigarette nor any amount of booze she can swallow could never fulfil the simple trait of affection. she wanted love and intimacy, that was what life felt like, life properly lived. she pressed it hard until no more of that dark red amber sparked. the taste stayed and the yearning stayed. her mind wasnt cleared, it was worried and needed nurture. whats the point death if you havent properly lived, loved?
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assessments gets me really depressed

young and bitter she felt at that very moment. the foul taste of life contradicted the sweet rinse of rosé, she really wished that abrupt cigarette was lit again. she could remember the churn in her stomach when the tobacco hit, how, unless she stopped thinking all together she would feel nothing but ill. she obeyed, stopping, finally, letting the slow tunes fly freely across the plains of her mind. she was at peace. she wondered to herself, if this is what death felt like. the silence of all things bad, and, a matter of a fact, all things good. rest in peace she told herself, for this must be what living is, being aware that death is around the corner. misery loves company, and, well, to achieve life, you must die, or life wont be anything at all. 


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