I still seem to be having odd dreams, but I always forget the major storyline(if you could call it that) to them. Two nights ago I had a dream that consisted of 5 different dreams, since I woke up, went back to sleep, woke up, went back to sleep. etc. I was sleeping on the couch. Worst place ever to sleep.
I was walking around the next day with terrible back pains, guh. My room was so depressing though. I had Mt Tissue next to my bed that never seems to go away, and my floor was covered in clothes and books. All clean now though. Need to put new photos up to fill the gaps of old photos, and maybe some art to help inspire.
ANYWAY, seems strange that I have only just got around to writting about my dream from last night minutes before going to bed, but whatev.
I had a pregger dream again, most likely because I was around Willow yesterday <3
But it isnt the first baby dream I've had recently. Pretty sure I want to be a mum, more than anything in the world rightnow. Kinda been denied of that though.
The dream consisted of talking about getting pregnant, being pregnant, then suddenly having a 3 month old who i was teaching to speak. Though I was contemplating letting the child call the father(who will remain nameless) "dad", or even letting the father in the childs life at all. So dramatic for a dream. But it all sort of had a happy ending. At least the father loved the mother. And then I woke up to Donna. Nice.
Bur I'm starting to hate these dreams that make me want to sleep forever. It makes every morning a thundering crash to reality, and how irritating life is.
Sigh.
I've been so apathetic today. That is all.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Dream log! 12-11-10
I am happy to announce that I will start putting this blog back into action by using it as a dream log :P for the dreams I remember at least.
I will include as much detail as possible, since I doubt many people would read it all anyway :P
So this is life so far: Newly single, Finished school, and one exam left. GASPP.
I think all of this hasn't fully sunk in yet, which would explain why my dreams have been so odd lately...
I will start with last nights dream.
I only vaguely remember it because it is now 5:30, but whatever.
Im not very sure why, or how, but for some reason Mrs Cooper was doing my nails. She painted them green, and filed them, and told me "That'll be $130," and I freaked.
apparently I didnt have to pay all of it though, I totally forget why. But I think I got my nails done for the formal.. (maybe the nails were meant to match my hair?)
Then the scene moved to my house, and I was in my room studying maths. Obviously my mind hasnt fully realised that I wont ever be studying for maths again ;)
Sam was over, no idea why, but he was sitting in the loundroom as I studied, getting molested by my dog. It hit midnight and I decided it was about time sam went home, and I got attacked by bull ants. I recall it hurting in my dream, which is very strange. But either way, I walked out my door, and then and I woke up.
Anyone wonna creat an interpretation? haha.
Trust me when I say this, there have been stranger dreams. For example, Mrs Rivera becomming the principle of a highschool, excluding her media and VCD year 12s, and then suddenly turning into a zombie apocalypse, where I'm dressed as a zombie for camoflague with my pet zombie golden retriever. Loverly.
I will include as much detail as possible, since I doubt many people would read it all anyway :P
So this is life so far: Newly single, Finished school, and one exam left. GASPP.
I think all of this hasn't fully sunk in yet, which would explain why my dreams have been so odd lately...
I will start with last nights dream.
I only vaguely remember it because it is now 5:30, but whatever.
Im not very sure why, or how, but for some reason Mrs Cooper was doing my nails. She painted them green, and filed them, and told me "That'll be $130," and I freaked.
apparently I didnt have to pay all of it though, I totally forget why. But I think I got my nails done for the formal.. (maybe the nails were meant to match my hair?)
Then the scene moved to my house, and I was in my room studying maths. Obviously my mind hasnt fully realised that I wont ever be studying for maths again ;)
Sam was over, no idea why, but he was sitting in the loundroom as I studied, getting molested by my dog. It hit midnight and I decided it was about time sam went home, and I got attacked by bull ants. I recall it hurting in my dream, which is very strange. But either way, I walked out my door, and then and I woke up.
Anyone wonna creat an interpretation? haha.
Trust me when I say this, there have been stranger dreams. For example, Mrs Rivera becomming the principle of a highschool, excluding her media and VCD year 12s, and then suddenly turning into a zombie apocalypse, where I'm dressed as a zombie for camoflague with my pet zombie golden retriever. Loverly.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Yeaaah, I HATE this.
Its completely judgemental and disappointing.
Just because one christian(okay okay, a few) run off and preach into peoples faces, and go nuts saying "sin sin sin", doesnt mean we're all like that.
I may not be the best christian, but man, i really hate it when people do stuff like this, and turn christianity into something hateful.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
What a fucking pain in the ass.
I suppose half the teenagers on this thing use blogspot just the way i do. To bitch and moan about their stupid emo problems to all their mates, or whatever.
Its pretty pathetic.
I kinda wish i never got the interenet.
I think i would have become a lot more stronger, and learnt to keep a lot more things in if the internet didnt exist.
Old fashioned shit seems pretty great. Or so i thought. I really liked the idea of people keeping things in, and only telling others what they are thinking in dire circumstances.
Its something i try to do, but honestly fail at.
Heck, i prefer texting more than msn, myspace, and the rest of it.
phonecalls are even better.
So dont bother asking whats wrong via msn. Please, it completely shits me.
But, with all that aside. There are some people in this world who say nothing, even in dire circumstances. They are incredibly hard to read, and when you become close to them, its often hard to understand them. its funny how i find myself attracted to people like that.
I suppose thats when i do like the internet. Because it seems that msn would probably be the only way for them to express anything, tell me anything, or let me tell them anything.
I would love it, so so much, if i could meet someone who i could talk to off the internet about stuff, who i could cry to, who would listen, and who trusted me also. Getting to know people without knowing any of there past, or what they are thinking at all can be difficult.
So many things have fucked up lately, and as i listen to already over pt 2 by Red, whist smelling fire, ill go on and say why, dispite just writing about how much i hate complaining and bitching over websites like this.
Coincidentally, everything collapsed as school started. The work load hasnt been too bad, nothing i couldnt deal with at least. My friends, and aquaintances have caused complications though.
Teachers, for one, have completely pissed me off. To the max.
oh
well one teacher. Despite my hate for bullying, i wish i could throw something at her. The fucking witch. She doesnt even teach any of my classes, instead she complains, bitches, and moans to all the students, making things a hell of a lot more stressful for VCE kids, going on about uniform, and all the rest of it. She complains about our immaturity, lack of compassion, and our "selfishness" which she lacks more-of.
Her office is pink, how old is she? late 30's anyone?
compassion? sending money over to africa very now and then does not show compassion. Please, dont bitch at us for doing nothing, when we're stuck at school, instead of being free like you are to actually go out in the world and help people!
Being a bitch, and teaching english does NOT make you compassionate, we are grateful to learn, but not from you.
and last of all, "you dont have kids, you wouldnt understand"
all that matters to you IS your kids. fuck the rest of the world. Instead of being any way considerate, or compassionate, or anything of the sort, you bitch, moan, cry, or whatnot. dont call us selfish, you overage teenybopper hoe.
Ha, im such a bitch. Nicoles probably loving this.
"she probably lit the fire, then flew off on her broomstick"
If she reads this, im fucked.
Still on the subject of school, we'll move onto friends. Love my mates. But of course friendships can become very complicated.
I spent my first week of school stressed out majorly.
Like, pulling my hair out majorly.
After staying home, or only going out to frankston where a lot of weirdos are placed, going back to school, as some "anime goth nerd freak punk poser lame loser tomboy person", its kinda annoying. I think people tend to completely stereotype me as some emo who sobs and complains all the time. I keep a lot in despite the stuff going on sometimes. I bottle a lot up, because the last thing i want to do is to drag people in.
psh. they need to stfu.
I try to be happy the most i can. Usually the situations im completely stuck in kinda calls for the reactions i give though.
School camp was decently fucked up. I enjoyed it enough, but results from it have fucked a lot more things up.
Ha, after having so much going on my mind, a certain guy fucking with my mind too, all i needed was a little push to completely lose the plot.
Having recently had (well, what HE called) as "fight", and upsetting someone close to me, who actually "loves" me apparently, i considered maybe making it upto him, by going out with him, instead of waiting around for the guy i actually liked, who continuously fucked with my head.
After weighing up the good and bad slightly, i decided not to go for it. Plus, asking people out totally isnt my thing.
but get this, some FUCKTARD (;D) appeared out of the blue again, i decided to drink away, asked the other kid out, and stressed for the next 4 days about what i should do about it.
I did eventually dump him, feeling like the biggest bitch slut whore in the world.
I told myself to stop being so ridiculus, and decided to enjoy the rest of the week.
and i did, it went fairly alright, untiiiil yesterday.
Oh gosh, no point in even explaining there. But today was really the icing on the cake.
I kinda dont want to be told "its over", im still too immature to deal with "heartbreak" or whatever.
I really wish it was called something else, it just sounds completely bullshitty and corny.
spending most of my lunch under a table in H block trying to get people away from me, i realised my true friends. Sort of.
I have kinda given up on the sex of men.
i gave up on females ages ago.
so now ive given up on society/humanity again.
Well done every guy who has fucked up with my head.*applause*
I think i jsut need a really big hug. From someone who isnt a retard. Or someone who gives a shit, and who i feel close to. That WOULD be nice.
I need to start being around new people.
A lot of people i consider close to me have their own friendships groups that dont revolve around me. It kind of gives me a cold feeling.
Being lonely is shit.
OHOHOH. i almost forgot.
Being told that the one thing you look forward to in your life is jsut a fad, wont help me at all.
fuck, i know my hopes for being a mangaka, or singer, or in a good band are fairly unrealistic. But, if your going to say that, why dont you just tie me a noose.
For fuck sake people are really stupid.
I wanted to be a better person this year, i really did.
I decided to think people as liek myself.
But ive realised that theres a lot of people out there who dont actually have good intentions, at all.
who are just mother fucking cunts.
and that some guys jsut like fucking around with some chicks heads.
i guess they find it fun.
Advice to some guys.
Dont fucking run away.
Dont fucking flirt with girls you plan to never date.
Dont fucking change in the middle or a relationship.
Show you care - Dont do it obsessively.
Actually think about the chick you "like" now and then. You might notice something.
Lastly. Fuck you. (:
Its pretty pathetic.
I kinda wish i never got the interenet.
I think i would have become a lot more stronger, and learnt to keep a lot more things in if the internet didnt exist.
Old fashioned shit seems pretty great. Or so i thought. I really liked the idea of people keeping things in, and only telling others what they are thinking in dire circumstances.
Its something i try to do, but honestly fail at.
Heck, i prefer texting more than msn, myspace, and the rest of it.
phonecalls are even better.
So dont bother asking whats wrong via msn. Please, it completely shits me.
But, with all that aside. There are some people in this world who say nothing, even in dire circumstances. They are incredibly hard to read, and when you become close to them, its often hard to understand them. its funny how i find myself attracted to people like that.
I suppose thats when i do like the internet. Because it seems that msn would probably be the only way for them to express anything, tell me anything, or let me tell them anything.
I would love it, so so much, if i could meet someone who i could talk to off the internet about stuff, who i could cry to, who would listen, and who trusted me also. Getting to know people without knowing any of there past, or what they are thinking at all can be difficult.
So many things have fucked up lately, and as i listen to already over pt 2 by Red, whist smelling fire, ill go on and say why, dispite just writing about how much i hate complaining and bitching over websites like this.
Coincidentally, everything collapsed as school started. The work load hasnt been too bad, nothing i couldnt deal with at least. My friends, and aquaintances have caused complications though.
Teachers, for one, have completely pissed me off. To the max.
oh
well one teacher. Despite my hate for bullying, i wish i could throw something at her. The fucking witch. She doesnt even teach any of my classes, instead she complains, bitches, and moans to all the students, making things a hell of a lot more stressful for VCE kids, going on about uniform, and all the rest of it. She complains about our immaturity, lack of compassion, and our "selfishness" which she lacks more-of.
Her office is pink, how old is she? late 30's anyone?
compassion? sending money over to africa very now and then does not show compassion. Please, dont bitch at us for doing nothing, when we're stuck at school, instead of being free like you are to actually go out in the world and help people!
Being a bitch, and teaching english does NOT make you compassionate, we are grateful to learn, but not from you.
and last of all, "you dont have kids, you wouldnt understand"
all that matters to you IS your kids. fuck the rest of the world. Instead of being any way considerate, or compassionate, or anything of the sort, you bitch, moan, cry, or whatnot. dont call us selfish, you overage teenybopper hoe.
Ha, im such a bitch. Nicoles probably loving this.
"she probably lit the fire, then flew off on her broomstick"
If she reads this, im fucked.
Still on the subject of school, we'll move onto friends. Love my mates. But of course friendships can become very complicated.
I spent my first week of school stressed out majorly.
Like, pulling my hair out majorly.
After staying home, or only going out to frankston where a lot of weirdos are placed, going back to school, as some "anime goth nerd freak punk poser lame loser tomboy person", its kinda annoying. I think people tend to completely stereotype me as some emo who sobs and complains all the time. I keep a lot in despite the stuff going on sometimes. I bottle a lot up, because the last thing i want to do is to drag people in.
psh. they need to stfu.
I try to be happy the most i can. Usually the situations im completely stuck in kinda calls for the reactions i give though.
School camp was decently fucked up. I enjoyed it enough, but results from it have fucked a lot more things up.
Ha, after having so much going on my mind, a certain guy fucking with my mind too, all i needed was a little push to completely lose the plot.
Having recently had (well, what HE called) as "fight", and upsetting someone close to me, who actually "loves" me apparently, i considered maybe making it upto him, by going out with him, instead of waiting around for the guy i actually liked, who continuously fucked with my head.
After weighing up the good and bad slightly, i decided not to go for it. Plus, asking people out totally isnt my thing.
but get this, some FUCKTARD (;D) appeared out of the blue again, i decided to drink away, asked the other kid out, and stressed for the next 4 days about what i should do about it.
I did eventually dump him, feeling like the biggest bitch slut whore in the world.
I told myself to stop being so ridiculus, and decided to enjoy the rest of the week.
and i did, it went fairly alright, untiiiil yesterday.
Oh gosh, no point in even explaining there. But today was really the icing on the cake.
I kinda dont want to be told "its over", im still too immature to deal with "heartbreak" or whatever.
I really wish it was called something else, it just sounds completely bullshitty and corny.
spending most of my lunch under a table in H block trying to get people away from me, i realised my true friends. Sort of.
I have kinda given up on the sex of men.
i gave up on females ages ago.
so now ive given up on society/humanity again.
Well done every guy who has fucked up with my head.*applause*
I think i jsut need a really big hug. From someone who isnt a retard. Or someone who gives a shit, and who i feel close to. That WOULD be nice.
I need to start being around new people.
A lot of people i consider close to me have their own friendships groups that dont revolve around me. It kind of gives me a cold feeling.
Being lonely is shit.
OHOHOH. i almost forgot.
Being told that the one thing you look forward to in your life is jsut a fad, wont help me at all.
fuck, i know my hopes for being a mangaka, or singer, or in a good band are fairly unrealistic. But, if your going to say that, why dont you just tie me a noose.
For fuck sake people are really stupid.
I wanted to be a better person this year, i really did.
I decided to think people as liek myself.
But ive realised that theres a lot of people out there who dont actually have good intentions, at all.
who are just mother fucking cunts.
and that some guys jsut like fucking around with some chicks heads.
i guess they find it fun.
Advice to some guys.
Dont fucking run away.
Dont fucking flirt with girls you plan to never date.
Dont fucking change in the middle or a relationship.
Show you care - Dont do it obsessively.
Actually think about the chick you "like" now and then. You might notice something.
Lastly. Fuck you. (:
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Wel hi there 2009.
Hm, when was my last post?
I forget.
Probably before I went to qld.
Which was hacking awesome by the way.
I really should have worked on a post all about it, but I honestly cant be stuffed.
Ive gone on and on about to my mates anyway.
So, its 2009 now, which means i have to get into the habbit of saying "this year" instead of "next year". It means I have to also learn to write "09" instead of "08" in my journal date, and I have to get used to saying "I'm in year 11" not year 10. Yeah, its really difficult for me.
So, in the past month, actually, past week, ive realised a lot about myself.
Like how relationships scare the shit out of me.
I think, more than being scared of dying alone, im scared of being stuck with someone I dont "love". You have probably heard me talk about how i dont believe in love. But i do believe in one-sided love.
Anyway, the whole mushy stuff, the "Im crazy about you" stuff, It really makes me think twice about things. It happens everytime.
I only tend to like people continuously wehn they dont like me back, or when i dont know if they like me back, or like me back and dont act it. Ha, I really dont get it. -.-
I suppose sensetive guys really arnt my thing.
And Im probably too picky.
Ive also realised how easily i can make myself stressed. Giving myself dates to finish things really hasnt worked out for me. I think i really just need to learn to go with the flow. Especially manga-wise, and writting-wise. Taking up projects for people too probably doesnt help.
Then just thinking about all the junk I NEED. Gah, i need a new phone, copic markers, lightbox, and a laptop! (yes, NEED, not want.)
I can also make myself really sad easily. Just by thinking of particular things. Which is quite annoying, because it means i have to keep myself busy, to keep myself from thinking, which means i get stressed.
Its really a lose lose situation.
Anyway, 2008 ended really good. And after all the people I lost in 2008, I really did end up meeting someone new. Yeaaah, hes pretty rad.
Im hoping 2009 will be a really good year. At the moment it seems fairly mellow, like 2008, which was extremely boring.
I really have to make life less boring somehow.
I forget.
Probably before I went to qld.
Which was hacking awesome by the way.
I really should have worked on a post all about it, but I honestly cant be stuffed.
Ive gone on and on about to my mates anyway.
So, its 2009 now, which means i have to get into the habbit of saying "this year" instead of "next year". It means I have to also learn to write "09" instead of "08" in my journal date, and I have to get used to saying "I'm in year 11" not year 10. Yeah, its really difficult for me.
So, in the past month, actually, past week, ive realised a lot about myself.
Like how relationships scare the shit out of me.
I think, more than being scared of dying alone, im scared of being stuck with someone I dont "love". You have probably heard me talk about how i dont believe in love. But i do believe in one-sided love.
Anyway, the whole mushy stuff, the "Im crazy about you" stuff, It really makes me think twice about things. It happens everytime.
I only tend to like people continuously wehn they dont like me back, or when i dont know if they like me back, or like me back and dont act it. Ha, I really dont get it. -.-
I suppose sensetive guys really arnt my thing.
And Im probably too picky.
Ive also realised how easily i can make myself stressed. Giving myself dates to finish things really hasnt worked out for me. I think i really just need to learn to go with the flow. Especially manga-wise, and writting-wise. Taking up projects for people too probably doesnt help.
Then just thinking about all the junk I NEED. Gah, i need a new phone, copic markers, lightbox, and a laptop! (yes, NEED, not want.)
I can also make myself really sad easily. Just by thinking of particular things. Which is quite annoying, because it means i have to keep myself busy, to keep myself from thinking, which means i get stressed.
Its really a lose lose situation.
Anyway, 2008 ended really good. And after all the people I lost in 2008, I really did end up meeting someone new. Yeaaah, hes pretty rad.
Im hoping 2009 will be a really good year. At the moment it seems fairly mellow, like 2008, which was extremely boring.
I really have to make life less boring somehow.
Friday, December 5, 2008
"No regrets"
Life can be slightly complicated sometimes. It can be horrid, heartwrenching, and a let down.
But it can also be beautiful. Sometimes it really depends on how you look at it.
Last week I finished my exams. Completely stressed me out, with the studying, and the mother expecting you to get A's, yet doubting you at the same time. How does that work?
Well, I got through it... Just.
And my marks weren't that bad, I have to admit. I got maybe two D's, but only in minor subjects which I shall not be continueing for VCE. I just have to teach my mum that a "C" is average, and good.
I thought the stress was over after that. I have to admit, Im a complete stress head. But this week has been filled with the thought of "Dont regret anything", and "I can only expect people to walk out my life". My doubts in humanity grew majorly over this week, and I found out about a new enemy I have. Fate.
Lets go back a while, to my first lot of close friends. When I was younger, I had a few girl mates, who eventually sorta backstabed me. I mean, Im completely over it now, I know they're actually pretty nice girls(But I sometimes wonder if thats the reason why I cant feel close to girls?), however, they left. Moving on, I remember when Dj moved schools, me and Stephen were so sad. Then I remember when Stephen moved to Qld, which I was extremely down about.
Highschool was worse. Because it wasnt as if people left school, or moved away because they had to, but more because they wanted to move on from me.
Everytime it happened it felt sort of unexpected, and out of the blue. Each time it changed me completely, and made me realise so many horrible things in the world. I sometimes wish I could thank them, because of how much they made me realise certain things, and helped me become more mature, and grow. But most days, I kinda wish I could punch them in the face for it.
I lost another this term. Though we live kind of far away, we would talk on the phone for ages on end. He'd make me smile so much. I take my mind of these things, or try to at least. Sometimes I succeed, but somehow, I've been having insane dreams, where this one person keeps walking out on me. Weird yes? Extemely hard to deal with.
It makes me wonder. What is so bad about me, that makes everyone I feel close to, disappear?
I try not to feel close to anyone now, because of that reason, but I kinda failed. I probably always will fail. Oh well.
This week I found out that it was likely I would lose another two people in my life. Though, I tried not to show it, tried to make it seem as if I didnt care, and failed. I knew how much I'd miss them, I knew I wouldnt know what to do next year, and that I should give up - on everything.
I felt as if there was nothing to live for. I was reminded of all the good times I had with people close to me before, how much I missed them, and how lonely I felt/was.
It was the most emotional week I've probably had all year. But I had one advantage this time. I knew it was going to happen. So many times people have left, and I regret how much I took advantage of their friendship, or how I spent the last moments around them. I told myself "No regrets", and although I felt as if I was going to regret things on and off this whole week, Im proud to say, No regrets. None... I hope.
Im hoping they havent left my life for good. I'm kinda doubting it actually.
And how good, Im off to Queensland to see Stephen, and the rest of my spare family tommorow.
Me and Dj are good mates still, Im always bumping into him at frankston (the bogan), and I've been friends with John now for 4 years.
So I guess not everyone leaves. Though, we may not all be as close as we were (Stephen with his damned moving to qld, and warcraft! Dj with his "not going to bayside-ness", and John with his foursquare!) They havnt left.
Im so thankful for friends like that.
Hopefully, I will meet someone else like that, and finally have a group again.
But it can also be beautiful. Sometimes it really depends on how you look at it.
Last week I finished my exams. Completely stressed me out, with the studying, and the mother expecting you to get A's, yet doubting you at the same time. How does that work?
Well, I got through it... Just.
And my marks weren't that bad, I have to admit. I got maybe two D's, but only in minor subjects which I shall not be continueing for VCE. I just have to teach my mum that a "C" is average, and good.
I thought the stress was over after that. I have to admit, Im a complete stress head. But this week has been filled with the thought of "Dont regret anything", and "I can only expect people to walk out my life". My doubts in humanity grew majorly over this week, and I found out about a new enemy I have. Fate.
Lets go back a while, to my first lot of close friends. When I was younger, I had a few girl mates, who eventually sorta backstabed me. I mean, Im completely over it now, I know they're actually pretty nice girls(But I sometimes wonder if thats the reason why I cant feel close to girls?), however, they left. Moving on, I remember when Dj moved schools, me and Stephen were so sad. Then I remember when Stephen moved to Qld, which I was extremely down about.
Highschool was worse. Because it wasnt as if people left school, or moved away because they had to, but more because they wanted to move on from me.
Everytime it happened it felt sort of unexpected, and out of the blue. Each time it changed me completely, and made me realise so many horrible things in the world. I sometimes wish I could thank them, because of how much they made me realise certain things, and helped me become more mature, and grow. But most days, I kinda wish I could punch them in the face for it.
I lost another this term. Though we live kind of far away, we would talk on the phone for ages on end. He'd make me smile so much. I take my mind of these things, or try to at least. Sometimes I succeed, but somehow, I've been having insane dreams, where this one person keeps walking out on me. Weird yes? Extemely hard to deal with.
It makes me wonder. What is so bad about me, that makes everyone I feel close to, disappear?
I try not to feel close to anyone now, because of that reason, but I kinda failed. I probably always will fail. Oh well.
This week I found out that it was likely I would lose another two people in my life. Though, I tried not to show it, tried to make it seem as if I didnt care, and failed. I knew how much I'd miss them, I knew I wouldnt know what to do next year, and that I should give up - on everything.
I felt as if there was nothing to live for. I was reminded of all the good times I had with people close to me before, how much I missed them, and how lonely I felt/was.
It was the most emotional week I've probably had all year. But I had one advantage this time. I knew it was going to happen. So many times people have left, and I regret how much I took advantage of their friendship, or how I spent the last moments around them. I told myself "No regrets", and although I felt as if I was going to regret things on and off this whole week, Im proud to say, No regrets. None... I hope.
Im hoping they havent left my life for good. I'm kinda doubting it actually.
And how good, Im off to Queensland to see Stephen, and the rest of my spare family tommorow.
Me and Dj are good mates still, Im always bumping into him at frankston (the bogan), and I've been friends with John now for 4 years.
So I guess not everyone leaves. Though, we may not all be as close as we were (Stephen with his damned moving to qld, and warcraft! Dj with his "not going to bayside-ness", and John with his foursquare!) They havnt left.
Im so thankful for friends like that.
Hopefully, I will meet someone else like that, and finally have a group again.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
8008135
No main intention to this blog. Just a report on some of the things ive experienced lately.
But you never know, i could come up with some real deep and meaningful crapola.
Dont count on it.
So, at school half of the year 10's ended up on an outdoor ed camp, leaving tuesday, arriving back on thursday near the end of the school day. At bayside, a large amount of the year 10 students got into the game foursquare. Ive come to despise it. alot.
I mean, i never used to mind the game in primary school... it might have been because it was only a small group of mates that played it, not over half of the people in my class. I also had other options of things i could do at lunch besides foursquare, which wouldnt leave me being a loner -Whatever.would be nice to do something somewhat more exciting with my lunchtimes that either sitting in a corner by myself, or playing foursquare.Anyway!Thats what was so good about the outdoor ed gameNO FOURSQUARE!to those who missed the awesomeness of no foursquare at lunchtimes for those 3 days, i feel sorry for you. Kay, moving on xDfriday was amazingly fun at youth. Most fun ive had in about a year... exaclty.
Hardly anyone was there, but heck, whatevs.Me and Mason ended up in on of the cupboards with teh vacuums and brooms and crap hiding from "hunters" in a game that was on. I ended up sitting on a vacuum cleaner. it was HALARIOUS.moving on, again.Today, wow.I work for my dad now, every saturday. Its awesome fun.Anywho, this morning we went on site, and saw this massively massive house my dad was building a kitchen for.worth $3,000,000,And guess what? Its only a holiday home!i got a tour of what the house looked like so far. 6 bedrooms? each with its own bathroom? YOU SERIOUS?the lounge was MASSIVE, as well as the hallway. And the dude who owns it was considering making another holiday home in the city for 5 mill as well!WTH?the lives of the filthy rich bastards! (note: i dont hate rich people xD)
I was like "WOAHHHHH"Then dad told me stories of some of his clients who had knocked down $3,000,000, worth houses, just because they wanted to build another house on that particular land. apparently the 3,000,000 dollar house in question was on specifically built for that client 7 years beforehand!why?!because they have the money
wow. Like WOW.It made me wonder. "Would i ever do this if i had this sort of money?"I realised, quite happily, that i wouldnt.i think, really, the first thing id do after bulding a holiday house with 6 rooms worth $3 mill. would be to... give it to some families that need it. I dont see how it could hurt? i mean, if you have THAT much money, you might aswell do something completely worth while with it?
Heck, build 50 houses for people, for free. I dont think i could even live with the responsibilty of having that much money! it would scare the shit out of me! After that, i worked (well... sorta)while lazing around, i found out a could make groups of contacts on my phone. And i found out how use speed dial, and yeah.Heres the list of people i have on speed dial (i just randomly put friends in there too. Ill never use speed dial, i bet!)
1. John
2. Dad
3. Donna
4. Seamus
5. Lachlan
6. Mum
Nyah nyah nyah!
Anyway, i guess i mentioned something somewhat meaningful in the end.
How awesome.
But you never know, i could come up with some real deep and meaningful crapola.
Dont count on it.
So, at school half of the year 10's ended up on an outdoor ed camp, leaving tuesday, arriving back on thursday near the end of the school day. At bayside, a large amount of the year 10 students got into the game foursquare. Ive come to despise it. alot.
I mean, i never used to mind the game in primary school... it might have been because it was only a small group of mates that played it, not over half of the people in my class. I also had other options of things i could do at lunch besides foursquare, which wouldnt leave me being a loner -Whatever.would be nice to do something somewhat more exciting with my lunchtimes that either sitting in a corner by myself, or playing foursquare.Anyway!Thats what was so good about the outdoor ed gameNO FOURSQUARE!to those who missed the awesomeness of no foursquare at lunchtimes for those 3 days, i feel sorry for you. Kay, moving on xDfriday was amazingly fun at youth. Most fun ive had in about a year... exaclty.
Hardly anyone was there, but heck, whatevs.Me and Mason ended up in on of the cupboards with teh vacuums and brooms and crap hiding from "hunters" in a game that was on. I ended up sitting on a vacuum cleaner. it was HALARIOUS.moving on, again.Today, wow.I work for my dad now, every saturday. Its awesome fun.Anywho, this morning we went on site, and saw this massively massive house my dad was building a kitchen for.worth $3,000,000,And guess what? Its only a holiday home!i got a tour of what the house looked like so far. 6 bedrooms? each with its own bathroom? YOU SERIOUS?the lounge was MASSIVE, as well as the hallway. And the dude who owns it was considering making another holiday home in the city for 5 mill as well!WTH?the lives of the filthy rich bastards! (note: i dont hate rich people xD)
I was like "WOAHHHHH"Then dad told me stories of some of his clients who had knocked down $3,000,000, worth houses, just because they wanted to build another house on that particular land. apparently the 3,000,000 dollar house in question was on specifically built for that client 7 years beforehand!why?!because they have the money
wow. Like WOW.It made me wonder. "Would i ever do this if i had this sort of money?"I realised, quite happily, that i wouldnt.i think, really, the first thing id do after bulding a holiday house with 6 rooms worth $3 mill. would be to... give it to some families that need it. I dont see how it could hurt? i mean, if you have THAT much money, you might aswell do something completely worth while with it?
Heck, build 50 houses for people, for free. I dont think i could even live with the responsibilty of having that much money! it would scare the shit out of me! After that, i worked (well... sorta)while lazing around, i found out a could make groups of contacts on my phone. And i found out how use speed dial, and yeah.Heres the list of people i have on speed dial (i just randomly put friends in there too. Ill never use speed dial, i bet!)
1. John
2. Dad
3. Donna
4. Seamus
5. Lachlan
6. Mum
Nyah nyah nyah!
Anyway, i guess i mentioned something somewhat meaningful in the end.
How awesome.
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