I'm re-reading Alice in Wonderland for the...third time I think?
I love this book so much...
I'm excited for the Tim Burton movieee, yay!
And also,
Harry Potter is amazing.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
pondering the past.
I feel so alone,
I don't know what to do,
I feel so unhappy,
Because of you.
I pretend to be normal,
I pretend to feel right,
But I'm in a constant battle,
And I'm losing the fight.
But that isn't the end,
Oh there's so much more,
From me to a friend,
You're the one I adore.
I don't know what to do,
I feel so unhappy,
Because of you.
I pretend to be normal,
I pretend to feel right,
But I'm in a constant battle,
And I'm losing the fight.
But that isn't the end,
Oh there's so much more,
From me to a friend,
You're the one I adore.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
whisper.
from one to another,
like a chain,
they alight.
feeding on each other,
always alone,
shining bright.
their fate is written,
they don't have long,
they flaunt their pride,
pretending they are strong.
the first one fades,
and ready or not,
there is nowhere to hide.
like a chain,
they alight.
feeding on each other,
always alone,
shining bright.
their fate is written,
they don't have long,
they flaunt their pride,
pretending they are strong.
the first one fades,
and ready or not,
there is nowhere to hide.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
it's smile time
Guess who got sick?
But no, it's not swine flu :O
To quote Mary, 'If I got swine flu, I would probably just be laughing about it the whole time.'
But no, it's just tonsillitis.
What a fantastic way to finish the holidays! Although Angel Season Two and Buffy Season One are here to keep me company...Thank you Groovin :D
I realized today that I haven't done my science project that's due in two weeks and needs three or four weeks to be completed. I'm still thinking of an excuse I could use. Teddy did eat his own bed, maybe I could get him to eat my homework?
But no, it's not swine flu :O
To quote Mary, 'If I got swine flu, I would probably just be laughing about it the whole time.'
But no, it's just tonsillitis.
What a fantastic way to finish the holidays! Although Angel Season Two and Buffy Season One are here to keep me company...Thank you Groovin :D
I realized today that I haven't done my science project that's due in two weeks and needs three or four weeks to be completed. I'm still thinking of an excuse I could use. Teddy did eat his own bed, maybe I could get him to eat my homework?
lately
'Carve your name into my arms,
Cause I long to feel your name blood red.
Leave our love life at the door,
What's in store?
We don't know just yet,
And that is why when we get together,
There's no need to be clever.
Lightning struck at eleven same as last night,
We talk deeper than weather,
Baseball cap with a feather,
Fire engine's here to quell the blaze in our life.
Sidestep neighbours full of lust,
Good times rust,
And the runaway's best.
And when the love detector finds a spark,
It's before dark when we couldn't care less,
And that is why when we get together,
There's no need to be clever.
Lightning struck at eleven same as last night,
We talk deeper than weather,
Baseball cap with a feather,
Fire engine's here to quell the blaze in our life.'
Cause I long to feel your name blood red.
Leave our love life at the door,
What's in store?
We don't know just yet,
And that is why when we get together,
There's no need to be clever.
Lightning struck at eleven same as last night,
We talk deeper than weather,
Baseball cap with a feather,
Fire engine's here to quell the blaze in our life.
Sidestep neighbours full of lust,
Good times rust,
And the runaway's best.
And when the love detector finds a spark,
It's before dark when we couldn't care less,
And that is why when we get together,
There's no need to be clever.
Lightning struck at eleven same as last night,
We talk deeper than weather,
Baseball cap with a feather,
Fire engine's here to quell the blaze in our life.'
Monday, July 6, 2009
dedication.
lamee
'I don’t think there was ever a moment where I didn’t think my boyfriend, Nicholas, wasn’t perfect. I looked at the phone, contemplating ringing him and telling him how I felt. But I decided against it. Although he knew about the fighting, it never felt easier to talk to anyone about it. It was embarrassing; there was no other way to put it. I knew my friends felt uncomfortable in my house, though they’d never tell me it to my face. I sighed. A memory flashed into my mind. It was from a few months ago. Nick and I were sitting in my bed. My head was cupped in his hands. His big grey eyes seemed intent on scrutinizing me. I laughed.
“What?” He questioned seriously.
“Your face… It always looks like your studying me.”
“I am.”
“I know…” I looked down.
“Does it make you feel awkward?” He said, his face wrinkling in worry.
I didn’t answer, but instead kissed him slowly on his lips, broken and dry from the inevitable dehydration the new summer gave.
“I… love you.” He said and pulled back.
My eyes widened. It was never something either of us had vocalized, although somehow it seemed as if we both knew.
“I love you too.”'
'I looked out the window. I could see what the lack of rain had left: Dry grass, hungry animals.
Old cars were littered over the fields. Cheap cars we’ve had. Cheap cars we didn’t have enough money to get fixed.'
'The heavy rain struck against the tin roof above the classroom.
The sound reminded Violet of tap dancing. It was some what familiar, this sound. She knew that there was a memory, somewhere, of something occurring in the rain. Violet knew that this faint memory was significant, but she couldn’t quite untangle the blurred memory that played in her mind.'
'Looking out onto the ocean, Violet noticed something different. Instead of looking its usual stunning self, the beach looked dark. Like something had dampened its mood. It wasn’t as if the light was dark, no, it was something in the air.
She walked out, took her shoes off, and waded in the water. The waves crashed against the jagged rocks and suddenly Violet felt scared. She looked around and realized no one else was on the beach. It was just her and the cold. Violet froze. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Her piercing scream echoed over the beach.'
'With a grim look upon her face, Ally woke up early. She looked at her clock: It was 5.00am. She sighed and lay back down, but sleep didn’t come easy. She tossed and turned but never did get back to sleep. She was still haunted by the nightmare she had just had experienced.
In the dream Ally was standing back at PebbleBay. She was looking out at the waves when suddenly they pulled her into the water. She was being swallowed up, frozen by fear. She tried to swim away but she couldn’t move.
Ally shuddered, remembering the dream.'
'My dreams were always the same, a replay of that same night, over and over. Sunday was no different.
“Amanda?” a voice said in a sickly sweet way. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I looked around my bedroom. In the reflection of my mirror I saw a pale faced 16-year-old. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her eyes were wide with panic. I looked down at my body. The images didn’t coincide. My body was of a 14-year-old’s. My school uniform was slightly too short and my socks were falling down. But why was I thinking these things?
I scrambled under the bed just as the footsteps sounded close.
“Amanda James! This is getting ridiculous. Where are you?”
My heartbeat hit against my chest, so hard it was almost painful. I put my hands to my quivering lips, attempting to stop the heavy breathing that was so hard to muffle. Slowly I could hear him bend down to the floor. His face next to mine, he said, “It’s time.”'
DUN DUN DUN
and i never finished any of them .
'I don’t think there was ever a moment where I didn’t think my boyfriend, Nicholas, wasn’t perfect. I looked at the phone, contemplating ringing him and telling him how I felt. But I decided against it. Although he knew about the fighting, it never felt easier to talk to anyone about it. It was embarrassing; there was no other way to put it. I knew my friends felt uncomfortable in my house, though they’d never tell me it to my face. I sighed. A memory flashed into my mind. It was from a few months ago. Nick and I were sitting in my bed. My head was cupped in his hands. His big grey eyes seemed intent on scrutinizing me. I laughed.
“What?” He questioned seriously.
“Your face… It always looks like your studying me.”
“I am.”
“I know…” I looked down.
“Does it make you feel awkward?” He said, his face wrinkling in worry.
I didn’t answer, but instead kissed him slowly on his lips, broken and dry from the inevitable dehydration the new summer gave.
“I… love you.” He said and pulled back.
My eyes widened. It was never something either of us had vocalized, although somehow it seemed as if we both knew.
“I love you too.”'
'I looked out the window. I could see what the lack of rain had left: Dry grass, hungry animals.
Old cars were littered over the fields. Cheap cars we’ve had. Cheap cars we didn’t have enough money to get fixed.'
'The heavy rain struck against the tin roof above the classroom.
The sound reminded Violet of tap dancing. It was some what familiar, this sound. She knew that there was a memory, somewhere, of something occurring in the rain. Violet knew that this faint memory was significant, but she couldn’t quite untangle the blurred memory that played in her mind.'
'Looking out onto the ocean, Violet noticed something different. Instead of looking its usual stunning self, the beach looked dark. Like something had dampened its mood. It wasn’t as if the light was dark, no, it was something in the air.
She walked out, took her shoes off, and waded in the water. The waves crashed against the jagged rocks and suddenly Violet felt scared. She looked around and realized no one else was on the beach. It was just her and the cold. Violet froze. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Her piercing scream echoed over the beach.'
'With a grim look upon her face, Ally woke up early. She looked at her clock: It was 5.00am. She sighed and lay back down, but sleep didn’t come easy. She tossed and turned but never did get back to sleep. She was still haunted by the nightmare she had just had experienced.
In the dream Ally was standing back at PebbleBay. She was looking out at the waves when suddenly they pulled her into the water. She was being swallowed up, frozen by fear. She tried to swim away but she couldn’t move.
Ally shuddered, remembering the dream.'
'My dreams were always the same, a replay of that same night, over and over. Sunday was no different.
“Amanda?” a voice said in a sickly sweet way. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I looked around my bedroom. In the reflection of my mirror I saw a pale faced 16-year-old. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her eyes were wide with panic. I looked down at my body. The images didn’t coincide. My body was of a 14-year-old’s. My school uniform was slightly too short and my socks were falling down. But why was I thinking these things?
I scrambled under the bed just as the footsteps sounded close.
“Amanda James! This is getting ridiculous. Where are you?”
My heartbeat hit against my chest, so hard it was almost painful. I put my hands to my quivering lips, attempting to stop the heavy breathing that was so hard to muffle. Slowly I could hear him bend down to the floor. His face next to mine, he said, “It’s time.”'
DUN DUN DUN
and i never finished any of them .
happy face
'When everything is wrong I'll come talk to you
You make things alright when I'm feeling blue
You are such a blessing and I wont be messing
with the one thing that brings light to all my darkness
You're my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
There is no other one who can take your place
I feel happy inside when I see your face
I hope you believe me
'Cause I speak sincerely
and I mean it when I tell you that I need you
You're my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
I'm here right beside you
I will never leave you
and I feel the pain you feel when you start crying
You're my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
You're my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
Yes I do...
Yes I do'
You make things alright when I'm feeling blue
You are such a blessing and I wont be messing
with the one thing that brings light to all my darkness
You're my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
There is no other one who can take your place
I feel happy inside when I see your face
I hope you believe me
'Cause I speak sincerely
and I mean it when I tell you that I need you
You're my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
I'm here right beside you
I will never leave you
and I feel the pain you feel when you start crying
You're my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
You're my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
Yes I do...
Yes I do'
connal hayes
I think that everyone who doesn't know this girl should get to know her.
She is seriously amazing.
Have you ever stared into her eyes? Well do it, because you'll immediately fall in love with her.
She's beautiful and hilarious and completely insane.
I've only known her for a few years, and we've had heaps of fights and hated each other numerous times but I know we'll always be best friends (woo cliched line.)
I can completely trust her, and I love her with all my heart :)
modeling game, singstar, barbies, polly pockets, brunswick street, red tun-goo, blythes, robio, sleepovers, footy, dog birthdays and deathdays, canberra, being poor together, having similar problems, 'confiding in each other,' boyfs, pretending to be each other, paper msn, ALL THE GOOD TIMES WITH INDIA, our little books about making out and killing each other, making out with each other in real life, buzz, fighting about stupid things, being creative :O, year seven camp, crazy sleepovers with other people like brigitte, our first sleepover that i actually remember, always seeing our hair changed together, the clothes wearing game at target, the supermarket game, 'GO TO BED,' 'TOUCH THE CRANK,' *makes out* 'Isn't it a bit weird that we always make out?' ....'Nuhh,' Alec and Moulay emails ;D, being rebels, +1000000 other things.
I love love love love you Connal Elizabeth Hayes.
She is seriously amazing.
Have you ever stared into her eyes? Well do it, because you'll immediately fall in love with her.
She's beautiful and hilarious and completely insane.
I've only known her for a few years, and we've had heaps of fights and hated each other numerous times but I know we'll always be best friends (woo cliched line.)
I can completely trust her, and I love her with all my heart :)
modeling game, singstar, barbies, polly pockets, brunswick street, red tun-goo, blythes, robio, sleepovers, footy, dog birthdays and deathdays, canberra, being poor together, having similar problems, 'confiding in each other,' boyfs, pretending to be each other, paper msn, ALL THE GOOD TIMES WITH INDIA, our little books about making out and killing each other, making out with each other in real life, buzz, fighting about stupid things, being creative :O, year seven camp, crazy sleepovers with other people like brigitte, our first sleepover that i actually remember, always seeing our hair changed together, the clothes wearing game at target, the supermarket game, 'GO TO BED,' 'TOUCH THE CRANK,' *makes out* 'Isn't it a bit weird that we always make out?' ....'Nuhh,' Alec and Moulay emails ;D, being rebels, +1000000 other things.
I love love love love you Connal Elizabeth Hayes.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
mx missiles.
the dreamer dreams a woeful dream
she dreams, longing for her past
no one can tell how much she misses
those friendships that never last
stirring, waking, never still
thinking, wishing, fading
unaware of how she is seen
and how i judge her woeful dream
she dreams, longing for her past
no one can tell how much she misses
those friendships that never last
stirring, waking, never still
thinking, wishing, fading
unaware of how she is seen
and how i judge her woeful dream
(untitled)
I'm loling at how schools were closed down because of swine flu for a bit. And then a few weeks later, pretty much everyone has it.
Holidays!
One week down, one week to go.
I never do what I plan to on the holidays. I never finish my 'holiday projects.' I just sleep for hours and see friends and watch too much TV.
I need to read more.
I also need to draw more.
I need to see Sadie...
I've gotten back into Regina Spektor recently, thanks boyfff.
I really have nothing interesting or smart to say.
Holidays!
One week down, one week to go.
I never do what I plan to on the holidays. I never finish my 'holiday projects.' I just sleep for hours and see friends and watch too much TV.
I need to read more.
I also need to draw more.
I need to see Sadie...
I've gotten back into Regina Spektor recently, thanks boyfff.
I really have nothing interesting or smart to say.
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