13 posts from June 2009

Childish is how you regard your earlier feelings from a blog entry when your parents cook curry for dinner when just that day you openly expressed regret that the indian restaurant was closed for lunch. 

Tehe I do like this luxurious sweater :)

Spice of life was this hot food takeaway shop that I used to always buy hot chips from during high school in Year 8, it's a little sad that it closed down. Like a chapter of my life is really inaccessible. Oh well, that's why they have the wedges at uni, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I wish it was warm enough for me to walk around in my underwear again. All these cold fingers do no one any good except the pound cake I like to slice up and eat everyday, mmm. 

Haha I have a feeling I should be doing some writing, but nothing comes to mind :o

Oh well . 

I hope you don't mind waiting three hours for breakfast Edwina.

Why would I, I'm only starving.

Today I felt those deep momentary abhorrences for my parents or maybe hate is too passionate, I just found them really irksome. It's like adolescence has realised it's days are numbered and decide to give me a facial wash of irascible teenager behaviour. 

Plus this song in the background by Florence and the Machine has this woman singing with such a strong voice you can only feel roused  to voice something even if it means overstating one's feelings. 

I feel like there's nothing to do like I have this seed that won't grow until the sun comes out. Unfortunately this sunshine isn't due until say two/three weeks - around my birthday. It's sad that I'm placing all my hopes on this particular ray of sunshine, I'm having the same apprehensions as I did with the formal.

Maybe I'm just fabricating all this, maybe knitting isn't the greatest way to occupy my time.

I'm going to give myself a bit of an ego boost. 

Today I was walking to the takeaway and I go past a pink house. Yes it is pink, pastel pink. Naturally my eyes are drawn to the aberration. More strange is the open front door, so adding coal to the fire I focus on the open doorway. 

The most odd was that coming out of the hallway of the pink house to most likely close the door was a naked man. I didn't immediately register his nudity, I saw his head first, then it just went downwards from there. 

Haha I realised and I calmly looked ahead and kept walking. I hope that made him feel small. (HEHE, FUNNY) 

Delta of Venus

The ego boost is that maybe I tripped some sort of voyeurism switch in him. Lawl. Yeah I'm totally the painter in Anais Nin's Delta of Venus. Laaaaaaaaaaaaaawl.

It keeps coming back, like a gosling that's imprinted to a pebble in your shoe. 

There's a feeling I momentarily get during metacognition, it's a fervent swimming against a rushing river kind of feeling. After the swimmer drowns though I'm left with this sense of clueless-ness. Clueless because I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing or of what I'm feeling. It quickly develops into a little headache and so I end up turning to Anna K for a distraction, which isn't bad - I suppose. 

Oh well, hopefully I have less of these idle moments  ( :

Haha maybe it's knowing that nothing is happening in life for a little while, this holiday. Or it's just something more shallow, like wondering why I can't muster the courage to talk to Daisy even when it's online.

I love the feeling of my hands after a shower they're so warm, my hands are seldom warm. 

I'm going to apply some hand lotion and quite possibly purchase a llama so I can justify my following farewell.

I've perfected it. Just like my psych textbook tells me, dreams reflect one's current and emotionally pressing concerns. 

So if you were to lie in bed and contemplate a good 10 minutes about something(/one, say for example Daisy like I do), you're guaranteed to dream about it(/them). Mmmmmmmm. Hello good nights.

Heartbreaker, heartbreaker.

Everyone is dying. I'm pretty sure I've blogged about this, but everyone is dying.

Love Regina Spektor.

In realising this is quickly becoming a stream of consciousness, I'm going to say ciao to my favourite llama.

Last night I played a game only I would find chilling as a result I played an alternate game until dawn and the previous game was fully out of mind. These were my efforts to avoid dreaming about the haunting contents of the game, along with playing a more family friend game I did what I did best, daydream. The perverted sort. Haha. 

Tonight I decided to waste some time by booty shaking to some songs to remind myself how to dance, yes it had been that long. Anywho whilst doing so I started splitting brain activity to you guessed it, daydreaming. I thought of ways I would finally tell him. They were pretty cool, the type you'd see in telly shows, the type that doesn't happen in real life. So I savoured the moment and kept roleplaying in the one teen show. 

Lets see the wishful carb burning took about four hours and I felt like documenting this otherwise embarrassing activity to remind the me in the future that the worst is over, I can't possibly yield anything more lol or debasing.

Jo says she's buying books for my birthday, that's so wonderful haha.Thanks Jo.

I normally wouldn't be showing this off but Jo kindly pointed out that not doing so could result in a crisis similar to the same-dress-to-the-formal predicament. So to avoid this humiliating social faux pas, those who are considering buying me some sort of gift might want to steer clear of the literature.

Thanks again Jo  (L)

& BTW, if you wear glasses without the freaking lenses, I'm entitled to poke your eyes out.