a day in the life of a total mess

Did a lot today. By a lot I actually mean not very much at all but there was plenty of magic, let me assure of that.

First of all, I just stared up at the sky for a bit and tried to make shapes out of them but none of it really turned out except for this cloud that sorta looks like a mature tamagotchi. You know, when you get it to the stage where its having kids and eating a whole lot (until you leave it under your car seat and forget about it then wonder what happened and get really depressed because you know its starving)



What else did I do? Well, i wore this ridiculous outfit and didn't straighten my hair, so pretty much, I have been the hottest babe in Woolston all day.



Can't believe I'm even leaking that shit to the internet :/

Anyway, my dad bought me this real sweet bike. It's a pretty serious bike so I went for this really serious bike ride (I wasn't serious enough to wear full lycra though, probably would have made things heaps easier though). So I just rode and rode for ages. Here is the route that I took!



Eventually I ended up in this total grey area and there were signs pointing to really safe suburbs like Bromley and Aranui. It was confusing and it seemed like I was pretty much in the middle of nowhere:




That creepy red bus wasn't helping at all either, not at all okay. In the end I just took the high road to Bromley. Now that it is summer I should probably get a summer job, is this sign a sign?



Would I be painting ol' "we'll make her seaworthy again" rusty?



Yeah thats right i was totes taking a photo from behind a chainlink fence. I kinda felt like Belle in recent episodes of Home and Away, uncovering conspiracies and shit. What kind of conspiracies could go down at a humble boat painting business in Bromley? Poorly flushing boat toilets? (OH WAIT THAT HAPPENS ON ALL BOATS, SO AWKWARD) Fixing up holes in hulls with playdough and gib board? Salt in petrol tanks? Faulty GPS navigation systems? I could totes go undercover at this place and become a hero when I foil all their devious hijinks. I would be a maritime hero.

Or perhaps I could just sit at home and admire the colour combination of my sheets and duvet?



Pretty damn beautiful and magic and amazing right?

Totally comforting too.

Finally, also really really need to delete people off facebook who post this kind of shit:



What a ~sisters are doing it for themselves~ type of sister.

eating whalemeat - delicious?

Eskil: [says thank-you to the waitress in dutch]
Margaret: “I don’t think I can eat this”
Eskil: “try it, come on, just one tiny little bite okay. Do it for me”
Margaret: “Why would I? I’ve only known you for a few hours”
Eskil: “feels like a lifetime”


How romantic. Could I properly pull off writing a romance film script involving whalemeat and a horrific plane crash?

Should I be more of a car skank? I gave it a go and it is quite easy


holla at me for a cruize sometime.

gatsbygatsbygatsbygatsby

OH GOD THE CLOCK IS TICKING YA'LL

I thought by wearing a green american appy hoody it would help me describe the green light in the great gatsby real deep BUT SO FAR this has not sufficed. Hopefully the marker writes on my essay; "you are my green light, beautiful in that american apparel hoody but your essay has no substance!"

MAN I AM A DICK

I'm pretty sure I just had the worst day

w.f.y.a.d.i.t.m.l.

worlds away, drowning in a volcano

I think that will be the first and last postcard I'll ever get from Greenland. So, it is pretty special. A postcard from France = still pretty special but not as special as one from the Arctic Circle, sprinkled with all that icy magic.

This is the book dreams are made of. I mean, sure, I haven't actually read it yet, but with a cover like that it has got to be amazing, right? Maybe I'll read it when that hadron collider thing gets fired back up. Then the magic will truly begin.

feather fever

Today I:

• Had an earl grey but didn't let the teabag "soak" for long enough, so it wasn't really that great
• Forgot to say thank-you, now I can't stop thinking about it
• Started to like linguistics again
• Got awkward
• Took a homemade riceball for lunch but it wasn't really good and i threw it out. Heartbreaking.
• Wished I was MULTILINGUAL (omg i had monolingual here for days, i am such a fool), or at least bi-lingual
• Missed somebody, even though I kind of hate her
• Acted creepy, twice
• Sat in my car and tried to think of ways to better myself but I don't know where to start
• Thought about ringing up my nana, but I am so bad at talking on the phone
  
• Got jealous, really jealous
• Listened to some girls talking, I thought they were talking about whether they favored McCain or Obama but they were actually discussing their favorite ice cream flavors.
• Realized that writing blog entries isn't really that therapeutic. Help? :(

another saturday night with my cat/still have a little bit of hope

Is this my life? I just watched a really bad, non Garden State, Zach Braff movie. I have kind of lost the will to live after seeing Zach Braff ~getting some action~. OH MY GOD NEVER EVER EVER AGAIN :(:(

Am i retarded for putting cryptic messages in my blogs? what would you do? Not be so cryptic? Stop watching Zach Braff movies? Wear more pairs of jandals bought from the ezibuy spring 1999 catalog?