Bring Bring.
27.5.09
Somewhere between 10pm and 12am there is a time, a vast expanse of time, reserved solely for the use of exploiting 'YES' time. Today was a mere 73:31. Although only a sixth of the time i spend at school with these people, more is learnt in every minute of conversation than in three hours than at that ghastly educational institution. Perhaps that, because even though the call today is free, usually they are not, and such feel obliged to make use of every moment.
Hmm and to think how much money I would save if i didn't have phone. I just worked out I spend on average 20 minutes ever day on that stupid thing, and send 7.74 texts. Thats $15.93 every day. : [of course 'YES' time is a major compenent and such this figure isn't entirely correct... and i'm on a cap. so i don't actually pay that much, but just think if i was still on prepaid!]
In Boxes under a bed...
23.5.09
LOOKOUT WERRIBEEEEE~!
14.5.09
Undergraduate Medicine Admission Test
14.5.09
It then procedes to point out flaws in this technique, such as using unproven initial primeses, using to general conclusions, or having unrelated conclusions to the inital premises. As such the following exaples are used.
Take This To Your Grave
14.5.09
and there's no way to talk to you
This conversation's been dead on arrival
and this loss of sleep over you.
Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you...but for the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion of waking up with my clothes on at 4:00 in the afternoon.
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be talking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own
For something golden
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
And I'm closing on potential towards the wall
At a 100 miles an hour
Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away.
Tonight is all about "We miss you."
And I'm always the last to know
My insides are copper
And I'd kill to make them gold
Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city
So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets
I will sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars
That everything i wish for will never come true
Another night alone in the city
Fake it like you matter- cause that's the biggest secret you have to keep
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
and i know i should be home
All the corners of the street signs...
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
"boy's like you are overrated. so save your breath."
Loaded words and loaded friends
are loaded guns to our heads.
Negates the pains i went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you.
You might hold your breath
until your breathing stops forever, forever
The only thing you'll ever get
is this curse on your lips.
But you know that I could crush you with my voice
Hide the details I don't want to know a thing
My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on
living like life's going out of style.
You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent,"
but at the end of the day you know where we come from
and where we call home.
So we'll leave this town in ruin.
living like life's going out of style.
You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent,"
but at the end of the day you know those busted lips
we take back home.
this story's going somewhere
well there's a song on the radio that says
"let's get this party started, let's get this party started"
what you do on you own time's just fine
my imagination's much worse than i ever wanted to know
and what meant the world imploded...
inflated then demoted all my oxygen to product gas
dead and gone calm before the storm
set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight
reception less than warm
set it off and the sun burnt out tonight
the next time the phone can wring my neck it gets no answer
and of the time that I've spent telling it my roots
I'm shaking in my boots
and still it looks at me like an old friend I've betrayed
the dark side of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed
the sun burnt out tonight
but we all know which way I'm going to go; strike the stake between my chest.
Well "You have to prove yourself". You'll have to prove it to me.
A failure of everything... 17 going on extinct.
I know my place it's nowhere you should roam.
I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet.
Are you through with me?
"Boy's like you, you try so hard to not look desperate".
I'm hanging on. But I still know the way to make you run.
Step away, turn around. Let my feet hit the ground; RUNNING
13.5.09
What is it about it?
Could it be the room full of sweaty smelly people? surely not.
How about the total exhaustion? I don't think so.
Maybe the rolls of flab bouncing every which way? definately no.
So why do suckers like me fork out $60+ a month to go to a gym, and do exercise, which quite frankly we can get for free everytime we run for that train, carry that wheighty school bag home, or get two more boxes of fries from the freezer?
I'll tell you why; its all to do with the vibe. There is something about those places we call 'gyms'. From the moment you walk thru the door, it washes over you. Like your very own biggest loser. The pumping music, the whur of those crosstrainers, and of course the yelling of the instuctor from the 6:45 body pump class. And despite what people say about gyms, no one judges. So what you can't handle more than 6.5km/h on the mill, or can't lift 36kg on a lateral body press? Everyone starts somewhere, and those very reason are why we go to the gym in the first place.
Having said that, competition always wins out. The satisfaction of running that little bit faster than the person next to you [and of course sneaking a peak at their display], or even just moving the weight setting up.Those are the things which drive you. Your motivation.
That 5 minute walk home makes the $63.54 alone all worth it. The one fleeting moment in my day, where I feel as if I have acomplished something. And then, Happiness; for no reason at all.
And for the record; this blog made me miss the gruen transfer.[and] I just ate a bananasplit, complete with full-fat ice-cream, choc topping, powder, and you know... 1/4 of a block of cadbury's, just cos I can. What a fatty.
Oh and I decided the direction of my life today. har... my desert got more of a mention than that. How ammusing. [and such registered for the UMAT]
[nothing]
24.4.09
Silence broken only my the occasional beep of his phone, the ba-da-da of the MSN, and the infrequent ticking of my hard drive. There is something about this night, the way it seems to sit; heavy, weighing down the air around me. Covering the room, the house, in a thick blanket of nothing. Muting, yet also hightening every movement, every sound.
Today reminded me somewhat of the fourth Harry Potter. Harry and Ron, bffl's yet communicating through Hermione. But rest assured 47 minutes later they were talking again. It seems, it just takes time.
Certificate III in retail Supervision.
1.4.09
OK so this is what I do when you get so bored its not funny. *cOUgh* yeah I'm so doing my book.
Dammit I really want maccas... the line is so long. GAH.
Only 5 mins to go... then i can leave.
Sigh at the slow FREE maccas wifi. why is it taking so long to upload stupid photos to facebook? its really annoying... :
but yeah, today was rather boring (at school i mean), although i got my Chemistry SAC back today. IS HAPPY :). Got a B.
Mentoring was just a thrilling as usual.
What better way to spend my day than fall asleep in double chem whilst McLeod drones on about NMR, endure kalvert's relentless barrage of information about VCE policies, then sit through stevo's incessant dribble about some inane topic; today happened to be Geelong's win over the hawks last week, coupled with his house inspection on sat, which apparently he was up till 2am steam cleaning the carpet for. SIGH.
In response...
29.3.09
So I was just reading a certain blog post, and this is my little two cents on the issue. And I know I shall never be able to word this as eloquently as they did theirs, but I'll try my best.
I get the same feeling so very much. I think its just human nature to look back and wish things were the same. There isn't a day that goes past when I don't think to myself, I wish my life was different, was how it used to be. It is merely the way the cruel world, and our minds work. The reality is that you can only reach the height of a friendship once, and once you're past that point, it's probably never going to eventuate again. You can only have ONE best moment in your life, or ONE best point in a friendship, with either side somewhat mediocre in comparison. The cruel
part of the situation is that the lead up is usually quite quick, with the run-down so very long a drawn out that often by the time you become aware of the extent of the deterioration, then its most likely too late.