LOL@iLOVEyouFOREVERandEVER.LOVELOVELOVE

Oh please.

Is it just me or do you think that the words
'love'
and
'forever'
and
'never'
are quite over-used?

Because, seriously, give me a break.

You may think I'm cynical.
Towards people.
Towards love.
Towards life in general.
But honestly?
I am just so sick,
of people's flippant attitudes towards love and life.
Not to mention the English language.

You also may think that you cannot choose who to like and not like.
Or in many people's cases 'love'.
This, is not true. Not in the least.
You can choose who you like
and you can also choose who not to like.

You do make your own choices.
The universe is not predetermined.
There is no God,
there are no gods.
It's just you and everyone else.

Try to think of life
as a game.
Instead of playing it the oppositions way,
play it your way.
Encourage your team; your friends, family.
And smash the opposition; problems, heartbreak.


And yes, it really is just that simple. However much you think it isn't.

I want Jaffas

My room! 'Tis all very clean now =D
I'm happy.

But I need new furniture.
*Nod*
I think... you people should buy me furniture
*NodNod*
That would be nice.
Furniture and clothing.


How about... you just buy all my stuff.
I don't seem to be very good at that >.<

Please and thank you.

All I want is.... Tenninch

Fo' realz, homez

Sometimes I honestly don't understand people. If you don't want to talk to anyone... WHY ARE YOU ON MSN?!
Seriously!
We all know the reason you're on MSN is because there's someone on there that you want to talk to...

And why do people have to make you jump through hoops and decipher riddles just to get something out of you? That's no way to have an open friendship or relationship with someone.

Like, for example; if you like someone, TELL IT TO THEM STRAIGHT!
Dropping subtle hints, DOES NOT WORK.
Honest, boys don't understand hints and they're not very good at giving them either.
And what do you have to lose in the first place?
They don't like you? Isn't that the world of the world?
*Raises eyebrow*
So what? Big deal. GET OVER IT.
There are some things in this life that are not fair.
The upside of it is, you tell him you like him and low and behold he likes you back!
You took a leap of faith and it turned out good.

What I'm trying to say (I finally found a point) is it's better to have EVERYTHING out in the open than to keep it all secret. Talking through stuff is the best way to solve problems, find out what really makes people tick and to choose who your real friends are.

I like donuts.

There is currently...

...Quite a large pile of clothing resting on my bed at the moment. Preventing me from having a rest of my own.
This was all in an attempt to find where my shoes were hiding. Pretty mediocre attempt considering all I did was build a mountain out of items of clothing on my bed. Which I knew would obscure more than a third of my bed the very instant I started throwing stuff on there :\

Alas! There is more clothing in my wardrobe! 7 items. That I can see from where I'm currently sitting. On closer inspection there are actually 18 items + a scarf.

Then there is the clothes I'm wearing and the stuff that's in my draws and on the floor of my wardrobe.
Funny... Out of all the clothes I own I can never find a single thing to wear. Someone reeeally needs to shop for me. 'Cause all I buy is black, black, black. I think the word 'colour' is nowhere near my vocabulary when it comes to clothes shopping.

This is In Desperate Need of Some Clothing Counselling, signing off. Until next time *salutes*.

*Luffs*

Bored. If any of you have some really nice pictures, please send them to me

Pretty
xD

I think it's fabulous. Even if you don't

So this is now my new favourite saying ever.



True: There's a reason behind everything.
False: Everything happens for a reason.



I think this: #1. because it's true and #2. because I thought of it.


Uh huhhhhhhhhh (y)


^^^ Lulz

I'm appealing to your sense of self

Last night, I was laying in bed and thought 'OH! I KNOW WHAT A GOOD POST WOULD BE!' and yes, I yell in my thoughts too.

Comment in the comments a comment that comments on your blood type and the time that you were born. Oh and an odd fact about yourself.

I'm B+

I was born at 1:19pm

And I have webbed feet. Not totally webbed feet but.. two toes on each foot are kind of webbed. Just a little bit.

This will be fun... because you will ALL COMMENT.

It's sneaky, I know. But it seems to be the only way to get comments.




and...

!!!HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!

"He's gonna whip my Heathen arse"

I am much too callous.
Much, much, much too callous....

To care about the bushfires.

Now that must sound INCREDIBLY self-absorbed and horrible and absolutely and completely inhuman.

I mean, sure, I care that almost 200 people died and thousands of people lost their homes and relatives and friends and pets but... it's just not from the heart.

I want to care, I really do. But if I were to care it would be with all my heart, everything I have, and I just don't think that my heart could take that kind of anguish.

I think it's because I've had so much more of my own trauma that I don't have anything left in me to care about other peoples lives. That I have to reserve it for myself if anything ever happens to me.

That must sound even MORE horrible. But that's just how it is.

I do care. Remind yourself of that. But it's only because I have to and I'm supposed to and I should.


I really, really, really, really do wish that I could care.
I want to help people and I think that's a good thing. I want to help people to make them feel better and to make me feel better about not caring.

That's a very good thing, if you think about it.
Consider this: If I was a CFA volunteer with a huge heart that burst into tears upon hearing a story about a dead cat. That kind of person wouldn't be very helpful when it comes to putting out fires and saving townships.
But a callous being such as myself would be perfect for the job. I'd just do what I was told without a care in the world. More people would get saved by me than the cat-loving blubbermouth. No offense.

Hello, silver lining!


Worse thing is I don't feel bad about it.

Now that's pretty nasty.


You're welcome for sharing, lovelies.

Horrific Haikus

Our sky is crimson
The Apocalypse threatens
Yearning for Winter

GNW
Just three letters, just three words
Good News Week. Epic win.

I am out of words
Out of the rhythm and words
No dedication

Drowned - Tim Minchin

Your love is like finger nails on a chalkboard
Your love is like throwing myself overboard
A breakdown on a motorway
A heart attack on Christmas day
Like scaling a cliff then falling off
Like trying not to cough

And I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I think I’ll just keep swimming down, down, down
There’s no point in trying to turn back now

I’m drowned
I’m drowned

Your love is like sand inside a bathing suit
Your love is a symphony with the sound on mute
A letter sent to the wrong address
Or red wine on a wedding dress
Like broken bones in my playing hand
Like trying to swallow sand

Cos I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I think I’ll just keep swimming down, down, down
There’s no point in trying to reach dry ground

I’m drowned
I’m drowned

Your love is like one last breath of salty air
Your love is like a map that leads to nowhere
A wine glass on a concrete floor
The overuse of metaphor
The straight ahead in a sideways glance
Like the misstep in a dance

Cos I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m in too deep
I think I’ll just keep swimming down
There’s no point in turning round

I’m drowned
I’m drowned


If you think the lyrics are powerful... wait 'til you hear the tune that goes with them.

Tennis at 35C

So I'm sitting at this desk
(That's a lie, it's really a small table)
Trying to digest
The sweat that has to manifest
on my brow
legs,
and.... eyelids.

35 degrees is fine,
unless you're in the sunshine

Playing tennis in the heat
should be reserved for an athlete.
It makes me deadbeat.
In the heat.

You still don't feel good after you win
Your opposition makes a din
The flies start to settle in
making your headspin.

It's still 30 in the shade,
you've just played.

The sun is so ANGRY
the ants are hungry
You're drowsy
You blink slowly
Lay down carefully
Try to avoid gazing at the open canopy

The air is dry
The sky is high,
cloudless,
unrelenting.

The morning went fast
you thought it would last

Next thing you know in the car
thank God for the air conditioner

Sweet relief from the blistering heat
Bloody hell I'm beat

Here come the drums

Want

Want

Want

Double want

-Actually this is really the 86th post. Apparently, there are 10 secret posts. Must be the drafts? Hum. FAKE ALMOST CELEBRATION! OMFGUH!

If any of you lot buy me any of these things I will love you forever and ever. But not as much as I'll love my 10th Doctor 5'"0' cut out. That's understandable, yes? Yes.
And I'll be incredibly busy reading John Smith's diary of impossible things under the light of my sonic screwdriver pen.
If I'm not trying to make my cut out real with my pewter sonic screwdriver. Or my other sonic screwdriver. Or my other sonic screwdriver.

That's also if I'm not glued in front of the TV/Computer watching the end of series four.

'Doctor'
'Master'
'I like it when you use my name'
'You chose it. Psychiatrist's field-day'