hole in the head .

these korean butter waffles are driving me insane. on impluse i bought a box on the way home, and i’ve been home for about 20 minutes devouring more than half the box.

the taste it leaves on my tongue just makes me want to keep eating it. it’s horrible.

i think arnotts or something should pay a couple of million dollars for the recepie and unleash it upon the western world, and then we’ll all be fatter than we were before.

i noticed recently that christmas, in fact, isn’t very far away. it is now the end of october. this year’s hsc will soon be done, uni exams will be finished and everybody’s life is just about to become one long holiday.

the cornerstone .

since i was young, i’ve always loved to write. there’s some inexplicable enjoyment in being able to express oneself with words, even if you’re the only one that reads it, over and over again.

i’ve always had so many ideas (mostly copied, i admit), and i wish that i could turn them into a story of my own.

so whenever i was sad, i’d write. whenever i was angry, annoyed, distraught. whenever i felt something. and i came to realise that writing with these emotions made a piece or a story worthwhile.

during my younger years i wrote short stories about little asian girls that hated their parents because they were controlling and never happy.

spades and hearts .

throughout our lives, we humans have fought one true battle, one huge battle. the battle that has been written about more than any other battle in history. and no, it is not the war in iraq. it is the battle between the mind and the heart.

why do we all fight this battle? do our hearts really tell us things that the mind disagrees with? and why, then, must our wants from the mind and the heart be different, if we are the same person seeking the same ideals?

i confess that i will usually go with my mind, rather than my heart. i’m a thinker, and i think things through before i go through with them. but there are many people that ignore their mind, their consciousness and the ideals the world has created. they follow their hearts.

dear diary .

 soundtrack: the same old, same old // thoughts: of a diary

dear diary. today i got beeped at by two cars. i slept for 4 hours when i got home, consequently waking up at 10pm. i have an interview tomorrow morning which i’m completely unprepared for. i still need to change my UAC preferences because i think i’m going to fail my hsc. life is fantastic.

i haven’t written the words ‘dear diary’ in a very long time. when i was younger, i kept books upon books of diary entries which were eventually neglected for more interesting things. all the notebooks i’ve ever owned have had diary entries in them. that is, until i got older and started ripping them all out. these days, technology is the real solution.

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?

erased .

soundtrack: adren; gone with the wind // thoughts: are everywhere

found something pretty scary –> click. if you can’t be bothered to read the long article, basically it’s a report of how scientists have found a way to “selectively erase memories from mice.” so at the beginning it seems pretty wow; the advancement in technology, the ability to fuck around with the human mind. but when you think about it, just beyond the surface, it could fuck up in so many ways. yes, maybe we could cure “human memory afflictions like post-traumatic stress syndrome,” but this is real life, not a movie. and in real life, things are a lot more complicated.

it`s gone .

i miss;

# reading. so so so so so much.

# having credit

# holidays

# having a goal…

all by myself .

soundtrack: the word maybe in my head // thoughts: of the past

- me ; 2 years ago

my name is liz. not elizabeth. not lizzie. although if it had to be lizzie, it would be spelt with “ie” because my writing is a lot neater when it’s all above the line.

i’m in year 10 at a school where it’s a well known fact that the year above you are bitches and the year below you are skanks. you are nothing.

it is also a well known fact that the way you think something is isn’t the way other people think it is.