Cappucinos taste better in your own mug,
and the air is cleaner when you're alone
The air that spills through your window
-not filtered, delivering every atom of the world
it holds in itself,
and spreading it shamelessly across your unmade bed.
Today bitterness and dishevelled hair
are your friends.
Just you,
and lazy, disencouraging Thursday mornings.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Thoughts That Run Through My Mind While I Run Through The Neighbourhood.
Me: *walks out of driveway* Oh, I want to be done already.
Me: Pwoah, it's a bit hot..
Me: Fuck me, it's so hot, why do I do this to myself?
Me: Okay, not a lot further to go.
Me: Just kidding, I have about 2 kilometres..
Me: Can I get some breeze at least?
Me: Oooh look, another jogger!
Me: I'll smile at him.
Me: Bitch, why didn't he smile back? What a jerk.
Me: I am so hot.
Me: Asdnfkjfkj, I just want to be naked right now.
Me: ...can I run naked?
Me: Oh a second jogger!
Me: Wow... look at him go..
Me: Yeah okay, you just stride right past me, Mr. Marathon. Yeah that's right, you just jog on by.
Me: You and your incredibly fit physique..
Me: Gee, you haven't even broken a sweat..
Me: I'll just plod along here, you just carry on, do your thing bro.
Me: Fuck you, I hate you. And your biceps too.
Me: Stupid fit people.
Me: IT'S SO HOT.
Me: I'm going to die out here.
Me: Oh my Jesus, there are magpies.
Me: Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact..
Me: Ugh this is such a crap song, I should make a better playlist.
Me: My ponytail is annoying me.
Me: I'm going to shave my head.
Me: OMFG THERE ARE SO MANY FLIES ON ME.
Me: I am so sweaty.
Me: No seriously, I'm sweaty in places I shouldn't be..
Me: I want to be home.
Me: Oh my God, I'm home.
Me: Pwoah, it's a bit hot..
Me: Fuck me, it's so hot, why do I do this to myself?
Me: Okay, not a lot further to go.
Me: Just kidding, I have about 2 kilometres..
Me: Can I get some breeze at least?
Me: Oooh look, another jogger!
Me: I'll smile at him.
Me: Bitch, why didn't he smile back? What a jerk.
Me: I am so hot.
Me: Asdnfkjfkj, I just want to be naked right now.
Me: ...can I run naked?
Me: Oh a second jogger!
Me: Wow... look at him go..
Me: Yeah okay, you just stride right past me, Mr. Marathon. Yeah that's right, you just jog on by.
Me: You and your incredibly fit physique..
Me: Gee, you haven't even broken a sweat..
Me: I'll just plod along here, you just carry on, do your thing bro.
Me: Fuck you, I hate you. And your biceps too.
Me: Stupid fit people.
Me: IT'S SO HOT.
Me: I'm going to die out here.
Me: Oh my Jesus, there are magpies.
Me: Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact..
Me: Ugh this is such a crap song, I should make a better playlist.
Me: My ponytail is annoying me.
Me: I'm going to shave my head.
Me: OMFG THERE ARE SO MANY FLIES ON ME.
Me: I am so sweaty.
Me: No seriously, I'm sweaty in places I shouldn't be..
Me: I want to be home.
Me: Oh my God, I'm home.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Happy (belated) New Year!
Oh shoosh, I'm only, what, four days late?
...sorry.
I kid you not, I have just come out of the busiest two weeks of my life so far. That may or may not be a slight exaggeration, but none of you will know any better anyway.
In my desperate attempt to get my hands on my own iPhone (without letting my bank balance dip too much) I took up a great bunch of shifts at work so as to earn me some extra moula. I won't go into too much detail, but after two eight hour shifts, back to back, plus several other long and tiring ones on the side, I would have undeniably prefered to eat a bucket of live beetles than work any longer.
But pay-day should be splendid.
But, New Years! I always write to you on New Years Eve or at least the 1st of January, and I did nothing of the sort this time. And for that I apologise a thousand times. I don't like breaking tradition either.
Looking back in retrospect, 2012 was nothing short of a good year. I'll say good because it was better than O.K and it certainly wasn't particularly bad either.
In the area of my schooling and school life, I pushed myself, I challenged myself, I put myself out there, I failed, I succeeded and let's be honest- that's high school in a nutshell. Year 11 treated me pretty well, I must say. I averaged an A in all my subjects, with the occasional B or C, and so for that I can't complain. I won a bunch of awards, including some Excellence in Literature thing, which I'm particularly proud of, seeing as most of my literature essay were pure rubbish and ramblings. Additionally, after trying out for school captain, I gained the position of vice school captain, which made me a little bit sad, but ultimately, I know it's for the best. I get a fancy little blazer and a badge, so I'm pretty chuffed.
One thing that I do regret with every atom inside me is my performance in year 12 English. English has always been my gift and strong point, and after blitzing year 11 English, I felt like I could take on anything. I was a little bit wrong.
What I learnt after beginning year 12 three weeks early at the end of last year, was that physically being in year 12 changes things for you. When I did units 3 & 4 of English with the year level above me, as a year 11, I was never included in their year level meetings or their talks or workshops, and nor was any of the other year 11's. My own cohort was still breezing their way through year 11, while the year 12's were being thrown into 'super focussed study mode' via dozens of pep talks, powerpoint presentations, workshops and lectures from their teachers- all of which I missed out on. And so while they were all getting into the right headspace and frame of mind to tackle their huge year, I, like the rest of my cohort, was not doing anything of the sort.
However in the 3 weeks of year 12 that we completed at the end of last year, I was amazed at how big a difference those pep talks, powerpoints and lectures made. I was amazed at how suddenly, I was in the frame of mind that I should have been in at the beginning of the year when I began year 12 English, and I realised that things suddenly become a lot more serious and a hell of a lot more different when it's your year with your peers. And so I began to wish I could have another chance at units 3 & 4 English, because now I know I'm ready for it.
In the area of friendships and the sort, 2012 revealed a lot to me about those who matter and those who really do not. Trials and tribulations showed me those who genuinely cared and made an effort to support, as well as those who never once offered a word of encouragement. Those friends who suddenly care more about their image and their popularity, than you or the friendship they once had with you. Those people who suddenly don't really want to be seen with you, because you're just not that cool. Needless to say, some friendships began to crack in 2012.
But the year also made way for a brand new friendship, which I seem to treasure more and more every day. Some people come into your life, I think, and you like them for a while, but you're not too fussed as to whether they stay or go. Usually these people end up going anyway. But then some people come along and bring you so much that you just never want them to go, which is great because these people are usually the ones that stick around. I'm lucky enough to call one of these people my friend, and I really do hope she sticks around.
Additionally, I fell in love in 2012. It snuck up on me ever so quietly, and it sprouted from the most unlikely and odd coupling, but here it is and I'd sing it from rooftops if people wouldn't look at me strangely.
Sometimes people like to imagine their ideal person- their dream man or woman. Someone who is everything they could have ever wanted, and then that person comes along and it's so wonderful and surreal and everything is lovely. I always thought that would happen to me too, but it did not.
I found a boy who is absolutely nothing like me. He doesn't read books, he doesn't like to write, he hates the music I listen to and he will never step into an opshop. We disagree on everything and sometimes we fight too. If I'm black, he's white and if I'm the ying, he's the yang. We contrast in every possible way, but dear God I have never loved anything or anyone like this.
In all my creativity, I could never have imagined someone like him. He is perfectly imperfect for me, and I would not have him any other way. I like to think we balance each other out, and I sure as hell know I needed some balancing.
In regards to my hobbies and the little bits and bobs that I make and do... nothing was actually made and nothing was actually done. My poetry and stories and painting and quilting and designing was all put on hold, and probably will be until the end of this year. However, 2012 did see a lot of big ideas emerge for potential future business endeavours. I won't say much, but watch this space. (Do you like the name Läsha?)
However despite all the wonderful things that 2012 held for me, I was still more than ready to say goodbye to it, and welcome a new year with eager, open arms; so much so, that as we counted down to midnight, for the first time in many years, I didn't shut my eyes and say a silent prayer or make a silent pledge to the new year. Instead, too eager to see 2013, I just counted- no silent prayer or wish or pledge. And I know I might say this about every year, but I think 2013 will be amazing. Not necessarily easy or fun, but amazing. It will be a year of firsts, a year of achievements, a year of adventures, a year of trials and struggles and challenges, but ultimately- hopefully- a year of wonder.
Have a wonderful year, bloggers.
I'll see you soon, x
...sorry.
I kid you not, I have just come out of the busiest two weeks of my life so far. That may or may not be a slight exaggeration, but none of you will know any better anyway.
In my desperate attempt to get my hands on my own iPhone (without letting my bank balance dip too much) I took up a great bunch of shifts at work so as to earn me some extra moula. I won't go into too much detail, but after two eight hour shifts, back to back, plus several other long and tiring ones on the side, I would have undeniably prefered to eat a bucket of live beetles than work any longer.
But pay-day should be splendid.
But, New Years! I always write to you on New Years Eve or at least the 1st of January, and I did nothing of the sort this time. And for that I apologise a thousand times. I don't like breaking tradition either.
Looking back in retrospect, 2012 was nothing short of a good year. I'll say good because it was better than O.K and it certainly wasn't particularly bad either.
In the area of my schooling and school life, I pushed myself, I challenged myself, I put myself out there, I failed, I succeeded and let's be honest- that's high school in a nutshell. Year 11 treated me pretty well, I must say. I averaged an A in all my subjects, with the occasional B or C, and so for that I can't complain. I won a bunch of awards, including some Excellence in Literature thing, which I'm particularly proud of, seeing as most of my literature essay were pure rubbish and ramblings. Additionally, after trying out for school captain, I gained the position of vice school captain, which made me a little bit sad, but ultimately, I know it's for the best. I get a fancy little blazer and a badge, so I'm pretty chuffed.
One thing that I do regret with every atom inside me is my performance in year 12 English. English has always been my gift and strong point, and after blitzing year 11 English, I felt like I could take on anything. I was a little bit wrong.
What I learnt after beginning year 12 three weeks early at the end of last year, was that physically being in year 12 changes things for you. When I did units 3 & 4 of English with the year level above me, as a year 11, I was never included in their year level meetings or their talks or workshops, and nor was any of the other year 11's. My own cohort was still breezing their way through year 11, while the year 12's were being thrown into 'super focussed study mode' via dozens of pep talks, powerpoint presentations, workshops and lectures from their teachers- all of which I missed out on. And so while they were all getting into the right headspace and frame of mind to tackle their huge year, I, like the rest of my cohort, was not doing anything of the sort.
However in the 3 weeks of year 12 that we completed at the end of last year, I was amazed at how big a difference those pep talks, powerpoints and lectures made. I was amazed at how suddenly, I was in the frame of mind that I should have been in at the beginning of the year when I began year 12 English, and I realised that things suddenly become a lot more serious and a hell of a lot more different when it's your year with your peers. And so I began to wish I could have another chance at units 3 & 4 English, because now I know I'm ready for it.
In the area of friendships and the sort, 2012 revealed a lot to me about those who matter and those who really do not. Trials and tribulations showed me those who genuinely cared and made an effort to support, as well as those who never once offered a word of encouragement. Those friends who suddenly care more about their image and their popularity, than you or the friendship they once had with you. Those people who suddenly don't really want to be seen with you, because you're just not that cool. Needless to say, some friendships began to crack in 2012.
But the year also made way for a brand new friendship, which I seem to treasure more and more every day. Some people come into your life, I think, and you like them for a while, but you're not too fussed as to whether they stay or go. Usually these people end up going anyway. But then some people come along and bring you so much that you just never want them to go, which is great because these people are usually the ones that stick around. I'm lucky enough to call one of these people my friend, and I really do hope she sticks around.
Additionally, I fell in love in 2012. It snuck up on me ever so quietly, and it sprouted from the most unlikely and odd coupling, but here it is and I'd sing it from rooftops if people wouldn't look at me strangely.
Sometimes people like to imagine their ideal person- their dream man or woman. Someone who is everything they could have ever wanted, and then that person comes along and it's so wonderful and surreal and everything is lovely. I always thought that would happen to me too, but it did not.
I found a boy who is absolutely nothing like me. He doesn't read books, he doesn't like to write, he hates the music I listen to and he will never step into an opshop. We disagree on everything and sometimes we fight too. If I'm black, he's white and if I'm the ying, he's the yang. We contrast in every possible way, but dear God I have never loved anything or anyone like this.
In all my creativity, I could never have imagined someone like him. He is perfectly imperfect for me, and I would not have him any other way. I like to think we balance each other out, and I sure as hell know I needed some balancing.
In regards to my hobbies and the little bits and bobs that I make and do... nothing was actually made and nothing was actually done. My poetry and stories and painting and quilting and designing was all put on hold, and probably will be until the end of this year. However, 2012 did see a lot of big ideas emerge for potential future business endeavours. I won't say much, but watch this space. (Do you like the name Läsha?)
However despite all the wonderful things that 2012 held for me, I was still more than ready to say goodbye to it, and welcome a new year with eager, open arms; so much so, that as we counted down to midnight, for the first time in many years, I didn't shut my eyes and say a silent prayer or make a silent pledge to the new year. Instead, too eager to see 2013, I just counted- no silent prayer or wish or pledge. And I know I might say this about every year, but I think 2013 will be amazing. Not necessarily easy or fun, but amazing. It will be a year of firsts, a year of achievements, a year of adventures, a year of trials and struggles and challenges, but ultimately- hopefully- a year of wonder.
Have a wonderful year, bloggers.
I'll see you soon, x
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