objects .

how do you know when something is worth keeping? when do you get to the point where you realise that it’s gone too far, you can’t handle it, and you’ve got to let it go?

i’m not just talking about people, friends or relationships. i’m talking about everything. possessions, ideals, memories, beliefs. life.

some things are easy to hold on to even when the world is against you. some things not so much.

i’ve held on to a lot over the years. i’m a massive hoarder, to be honest, and keep everything that i deem useful, could be useful, or slightly sentimental. when i moved i threw most of it away, but i’ve found that i brought quite a few useless bits of memorabilia into my new life.

liar, liar, pants on fire .

they lied to me. my whole life, they’ve lied to me. they told me it would be over. that after high school, the studying and the hardship would be over. it was all a lie.

i had seven hours of university today. i was bored out of my fucking mind, and i have a million pages to read. god these four years are going to be crazy. i always suspected that it would be worse than high school, and i never really believed my parents when they told me that all i had to do was work hard in high school and then it would be over, but the fact is that they still lied. and they continue to lie.

the bitches.

reloaded .

soundtrack: the sound of home // thoughts: about being right here, right now

i’m back! and god, does it feel weird.

a couple of things have changed; christmas decorations are everywhere, my room smells kind of funny and the new wordpress dashboard was instated when i was away. it has all come as a huge shock to me, really. after all, i was only gone for seven days.

so how was my trip? i would have to say that it opened my eyes to many new things.

silhouettes .

soundtrack: j randall; don’t go // thoughts: of mysterious people

two random people asked me about my hsc today; the first was the lady at campsie charcoal chicken, and the second was a man sitting behind me on the bus. they both wished me good luck for the future as i got up to walk away, to eat my chicken and to get off the bus, respectively.

the man sitting behind me on the bus is (apparently) someone who has taken my morning bus for years. years as in, since i started taking the bus to school in year 7. basically he’s watched me grow up, which is kind of scary. i wonder how many other people there are in the world like that? i know for a fact that jeremy is one of them. shocking, isn’t it?

now that . . .

soundtrack: ashe watson; u know my name // thoughts: now…

yeah i’m finished. but you know what, it doesn’t feel any different. apart from the fact that i don’t have to study, which i didn’t do that much of, the only difference is that… you know what, there isn’t any. i don’t feel any different at all. maybe it will kick in in a few days.

oh i got a facebook! been wanting to get one for a while since everyone talks about the photos. let’s hope i won’t get addicted, since it’s so addictive apparently. i like my blog more anyways. originally i only joined to see photos, but let’s see where things lead to.

renovations .

soundtrack: atozzio; i quit // thoughts: are in the clouds

quick update about the changes i’ve made; you will notice that the banner is not longer clickable. to redirect to the home page you will now have to click “Blog” which is in tiny font right under the banner. also, you may notice that the picture of me at the right is now clickable, if you click it, the blog will pop up with a random post (this probably isn’t for you if you’ve read all my posts). i also RSSed garmon’s blogspot (because his wordpress doesn’t update that often), and i’m working on a better banner.

dreaming .

soundtrack: tynisha keli; shattered // thoughts: lame lame lame

many things constantly amaze me. first of all is the wittyness of some in my grade. second of all is the lameness of the rest. i just finished reading the yearbook, and since i haven’t written a bitch blog for a while, i think now is the time.

so first of all i have to comment on how many people mentioned their life dreams in this year 12 yearbook. in 10 years time they want to be settled, married, rich and be popping out babies (most, not all) and taking maternity leave. so realistically, maybe.

emotionless .

soundtrack: love split love; how soon is now // thoughts: now?

new header. suits me, don’t you think?

actually, i think my wordpress is a lot less emo than any other blog i’ve kept. i’ve deleted my past msn spaces, blogs and bebo, so i can’t confirm it, but it’s definitely less sad and grey and depressing than the msn space i have now (which i only use for photos). i was never really an emo; there’s just nothing to write about when one is happy.

i tried to write a happy poem once. i think i still owe jerry one…