my lyfe yr entertainmentzz

I sat on the train and I actually just sat there for 6 hours straight staring at the seat in front of me. I got up once and spent $4 on filter coffee and on my way back to my seat i spilled it. There was a man on the train drinking beer even though it was 8:30AM. I thought, hmm, at least life isn't that bad. When I got to Picton you met me and took me to where we were staying and you made me cry when you said that I couldn't sleep in the room with the balcony because you had already "bags'd it" by putting your suitcase on the bed. I said, don't be so immature, you're 42 and you said, don't cry, you're 20. Maybe that could mean more than just one thing. I cried so much that in the end you let me have the room with the balcony. Nobody knew that I smoked then so I thought how nice it would be to secretly smoke cigarettes and make to-do lists and look at the scenery. I never got round to that though. Instead I just sat in my bathroom with the shower going but actually just sitting on the floor chainsmoking and trying to figure everything out. On that trip away I had been vegetarian for one whole week and I thought I had lost weight (but really probably hadn't at all) so I walked around without tights or a cardigan. Me and my dad went to the supermarket and I pushed the trolley and I saw an advertisement which I thought was a sign, but on second thought really wasn't at all. Back at the bach I wrote this really long note detailing all my problems and I almost hid it behind my bedside table for the next holidaymakers to find. I didn't though and I found the note still stuck in my diary yesterday and I realised "wow, my problems in november where nowhere near as big as they are right now". 

oh yeah this is from may so don't start thinking i'm really depressed atm or anything. 

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writing about that one certain thing is a cop out. i hateeeeeeeee some things. but i like it when cats stand up on thier hind legs. i also like chocolate lamingtons with "lashings of whipped cream". sometimes i feel bad for thinking negatively all the time, but hey, maybe i am just more in touch with the world. like, only have time for the following things:

• JSTOR
• BF/PALS
• DAIRY/DAIRIES
• BITCHIN' GAMES LIKE SWEET VALLEY
  

IF ONLY YOU KNEW

"well you stole my whole life, the least i can do is talk to your friends for 40 minutes" 

have you ever taken a paper because the name sounded interesting? i think i just liked the whole idea of international relations but turns out its actually pretty boring/shit. but hey at least now i am a falklands war buff. incase you were wondering what happened on the last 2 days of that war, here is the scoop:

On the 13th of June, 1982, British forces launched a large scale  artillery, naval and air attack on the Argentine forces. The Argentine's were overwhelmed by the British defenses, their artillery was destroyed and their communications were severely damaged. The following day, the Commander of the Argentine forces signed an instrument of surrender, which entailed that "all Argentine weapons and war equipment were to be handed over to the British forces and all Argentine personnel taken prisoner of war" (Goldblatt and Millan, 1983: 48). 

Jesus. Gone are the days of walking into class and acting smug, saying things like "oh, you got a b? that sucks. yeah i didn't do too bad eh" 

work hard and excercise your mind and body

so i'm at the library and it's terrible. i don't know if this is a new trend or if these people are for real but wearing t-shirts for other colleges/universities? like SMITH and OXFORD (dream universitiez if i was smart D: ) there are 2 people within a 2 meter radius of me representing this hot look. i guess they could be exchange students but then why would they choose canterbury. sometimes i think too much about "elite" universities instead of actually doing work which could lead to an amazing transcript and u.s. womens liberal arts university admission.

~FANTASY~

anyway, whatsup. have you ever buried your hands in dirt? apparently - it doesn't hurt.

towers and bad figurines of creepy dogs

It was dark and everything was cold and I spent so many nights sitting in my bed watching movies with the electric blanket on and incense burning. then you came into my life and switched a light on and i don't even need to have an electric blanket on anymore.

don't worry though, i'm still a complete asshole (didn't actually post that though, i am a suckerbitch baby)

corey feldman

kind of like walking in the rain wearing a tracksuit and a big unflattering coat heading towards hagley park and you have a spliff in your pocket and you are listening to you ipod and this song comes on and it says "i was my parents vision" and you think to myself, what would my parents think? so you just change the song to something a bit more fitting to my unhealthy lifestyle: the streets. i figure that no matter how trashy and gross your life gets, just put on some mike skinner and you feel classy in comparison. you can feel classy even if you are sitting on a park bench wearing a tracksuit and a big unflattering coat smoking a spliff and just watching the traffic because it is "buzzy" and you feel too slothlike to move. i think my hair got really wet that day regardless of the fact i had a hood/hat. it got worse, when i got home i ate a bowl of cereal and genuinely enjoyed the movie stepbrothers.

~a day in the lyfe~

crystals that are turkish who knows

The first boy I ever kissed, I think I only kissed him because all my friends were pash sluts. I went to his house and he was all "do you want to go out with me" and I said "no, not really but you can kiss me if you want" and it was awkward and really retarded and so i went home. i'd forgotten my bus pass was expired so i had to take charity from an old woman at the bus stop.

sometimes i wish i could summon the emotional immaturity/playa attitude i had as a 15 year old. but mostly i just wish for that childs fare bus pass. $30 for unlimited travel over a whole month. what a dream.