I like to think about you.

Is it healthy to be absolutely obsessed with you?
If I actually knew your real self then I could almost definitely call this dreadful feeling love.

Funny that. I don't even know you. I've just concocted some fanciful notion about you being an almost-perfect-with-adorable-little-flaws type of guy that I see constantly.

I know you're perfect on the outside. Geez, everyone knows it, it's so bloody blatant. Is it so typically teenage of me to be this infatuated with you?

Yes, of course it is.

On one hand, I really desperately want you, and on the other, you're just some gorgeous stranger whom I catch staring at me a lot (or is that just my wishful thinking again?).

I'm confused. For the first time I actually feel like a giddy, sick-in-the-stomach, annoyingly cliche teenager.

Fuck me.

(And, yes, I do mean that literally.)

Why do I always want to sock it to you hard?

and the way it just happened
bam
like that. And I didn't know how to stop it.
so I just let it happen and now it's turned into something illegible.
it wasn't supposed to precipitate
reactants can be contaminated, honey.

I think I may hate you.

Media and the ideas they give you of the world.

First, hello to Diana. I would just like to say thanks for following and that I like your poetic writing.


I've seen so many American Christmas movies and always wonder whether that giant Christmas tree with shit loads of presents and stockings by the fire place is true in the typical American home. I mean, I've read blogs of Americans who've posted about the awesome Christmas they had complete with photographic evidence. All that tinsel and happiness makes my family (and the typical Australian home) look awfully depressing. Do you get gifts from your whole extended family, or are you just rich and high with Christmas glee?

The mountains of presents in most American homes might be completely untrue, but all the American movies about wholesome families that earn an income do have a giant super happy Christmases.
Normal Australian homes are nothing like that. Name one Australian movie where there is a sweet family of five swimming in a pool on presents.


Is this in any way offending? I'm sorry if it is. I'm just curious. It'd be great if someone could answer. Drop a comment if you're an Aussie whose family does go crazy 'like Americans' for Christmas!

Happy (or sad, really. Jesus just died.) Easter!

Friendship and people.

I've realised that I don't know as much about my friends and who they are (or the different people they can be) as much as I thought I did. I'm not saying that in any negative way, it's just that I never knew that.

My friends don't keep a part of them from me, it's just that they never talk with me about those other things because we both know that I'd never be interested. I don't resent my friends for that, but it is strange seeing your friends in a whole knew light. And I think it goes both ways, too.

I should be glad about this, though. Everyone needs a whole array of friends around them. Sure, I have my best friends whom I love dearly, but I don't talk to them about every single thing because even though we have our many shared interests, we also have interests that the other would definitely not like. They're also my best friends because we understand each other, and part of that understanding is that we don't want to see each other's faces everyday and talk about the same thing all the time. It gets monotonous and you start to get sick of your friend. I like how my friends understand me despite me being quite the impersonal "ice queen" that I am.

I don't know where this blog is going. I think I'll stop now.

Thanks for passing by.

P.S.: I'm really liking clouds at the moment.

Cumulus cloud ♥

The sky was so lovely today.

Touché.

Today in english we were discussing poetry. We read this one poem that was realy simple and everyone scoffed and said 'phhft! I could have done that!.'
Our english teacher then retorted with 'but did you do it?'

Touché.

Sometimes we look at a piece of text, or art, or whatever and think that it is so simple that even we could have done that, when, really, the question should be 'did I ever think to do that?'

No.

A little spot of vanity and hard feelings.

Screw that last post.
Gosh, why won't people recognise me?
Yes, contrary to popular belief, I do have a personality. I'm not some quiet little nerd freak who doesn't know how to socialise. I can talk. I just don't like talking to you (plural).
Why are others so much better than me? I loathe the fact that some people are just like me but better.
I know this sounds vain, but there are so many people who don't deserve their status.
And for those that do, frick, I evny you so much that it makes me kind of bitter.

One day, I'll be great, too. And I'll deserve it.



P.S.: I absolutely hate Kesha's music.