Sunday, August 30, 2009

city sunrise.

last night i decided was really fun, it relieved the feeling i thought was gone, roaming concrete jungles, jam packed full of booze brimmed strangers.

for the first time i felt as though my jealousy's curse, wasn't present.
also relieving.

i stayed awake all night and watched the sunrise over sydney harbour, by myself.
while my friends layed in bed, passed out hard, eventually i got there too.

i also feel i've mastered the art of perfectly avoiding a hangover!

Friday, August 28, 2009

its official

i am inlove with this home,
came across it while browsing places to rent.

http://www.domain.com.au/Public/PropertyDetails.aspx?adid=4466594

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

dreamboat~


MMMMMMMM MARRRRRY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

if there's one thing i hate,

it's being led around aimlessly.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

something's missing,

missing is the nights you don't remember,
but you know must have been good.

missing is times when boyfriends wern't an option,
and we would laugh about how many people we had kissed.

missing is the feeling of the morning dew on the grass,
running along the soles of your sore, dirty feet.

missing is watching the sun rise through the suburbs,
watching buisness people on their way to battle through the nine-to-five.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

ghostpatrol and miso!

today in graphic design tracie introduced the class,
the art of ghostpatrol and miso


i really enjoyed watching the documentary, it was extremely interesting.
an insite into who's hiding away creating these beautiful pieces in the backstreets of melbourne.

have a look if your interested:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2uycLPyt5I

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Saturday, August 15, 2009

sorry,

to the only people that i know read my blog
im sorry im a paranoid/jealous headcase,
this week has been extremely wierd and it seems i've shed some old skin.

i thought about it, whether i should assign blame to whatever has happened, if its other people's actions that have turned me all wierd. but i don't know, i think it's probably just me.

i'm sorry for my ever-lasting creepy ways,
creepy lurking, queries on anything and everything.

really do wish i wasn't such a fruit and didn't have to feel this way.
over protective it seems, not being able to let anyone out of hands grip.

sure, it's sad we know nothing will work;
eitherway, my heart is eternally yours.


Friday, August 14, 2009

fuck everything.

angsty, anxious, aggravated, annoyed.
betrayed, bummed.
cold, confused, complacent, crushed, curious, cynical.
depressed, determind, dissapointed, dis-illusioned, discontent, distraught.
enraged, exausted.
frustrated, forggoten.
gloomy, guilty.
hopeless.
irritated, infuriated, inquizitive.
jealous.
kicked.
lethargic, lonely.
moody, melancholy, miserable.
neglected.
overstimulated.
pensive, peeved.
quiet.
rushed, restless.
sad, scared, shocked.
tired, tested.
uncomfortable, understimulated.
vexed.
worried.
xtremely-paranoid.
yawn-full.
zip-locked.

i hate this town, i hate this city.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Sunday, August 9, 2009

ruined.

there is no words that could describe how bad my weekend was.

i don't think i have ever felt so used in my life by a male.
i haven't been able to take you out of my mind for more than half an hour.
your complete and utter ignorance of a plea. to take a little time to talk to me.

and fuck, i don't even know why i've let my mind slip into feeling this is such a big fucking deal.

what the hell is wrong with me, why do i let people do this to me.
all i am to half you people is just some bitch that puts out.

no,
i am not okay.

Friday, August 7, 2009

fuck it, i quit.

well, not just yet.
but asap i am definatly quiting horrible, joke of a job.

things i will not miss:
-obese complaining/rude customers.
-disgusting bin juice.
-being bossed around by crew managers.
-being treated like a retard that doesn't know what im doing when i clearly do.
-rude managers.
-taking out my piercings and spacers.
-cleaning pickles off the windows.
-scrubbing then squidgy then dry mopping the entire store.
-work meetings.
-children, oh the wining bratty, smelly children.
-thursday nights of want to be lads/dickies/14y.o supre girls fighting, making huge messes, being extremely rude.
-the rotten, sickening familiar smell of the toilets.
-the smell when the boys clean the grills.
-wearing leather shoes and getting blisters.
-spot sweeper.
-having to listen to channel v on low and only sound effects or songs high.
-being overly stressed in peak hours and getting sore bones.
-being pychologically unfit because i feel so insecure and small.
-mcdonalds food in general, just everything about it, i might actually crave food for once in months.
-the stubborn icecream machine.
-the horrid greasy salty fry station and its surroundings.

things i might miss:
-payday
-50% off crew meals.
-getting to know the very few nice staff.
-brooke the friendly, nice, cute little blonde manager.
-stealing no1 cards at meetings.
-free fizzy drinks.

thats about all i can think of.

Monday, August 3, 2009

stay awake a little longer

as i sit there your edging closer to my body,
you can tell im squirming over your breath-taking scent,
waiting impatiently for me to pounce on you.

lust was never be a friend to me,
lust will never be a friend to me,

take my hand and walk me to bed,
im taken by your every touch,
i suppose thats just ironic your the only one that can make my heart race like you do,
i rested on the edge of your collarbone while you slowly fell into a dream,

infatuation was never be a friend to me,
infatuation will never be a friend to me,

awoke before you did and watched you sleep in peace,
felt your skin warm and softer than these sheets,

i'll always want what i know whats never going to turn out good for me,
i suppose what will be, will have to be.

happiness

Sever all ties. Follow procedure. Pledge abstinence.
Fuck at your leisure. Breathe in then out, but not out then in.
Cause over function. Restart again.

I need to see my dreams as I close my eyes.
Remembering nothing and begging for light.

All the trees, all the birds, and this thing called life.
I’d stake it all for forty acres and a trophy wife.
Dust gathers on the books that contain our past,
and we’re but peons in a circuit built by time to last.
Repeat, repeat, as we’ve done before. Our history all lost in war.
When the last of our cities are but powder and dust,
the damned who remain live with God in the glory of us.