Every time feels like the last. |
Okay, it's three am. And I'm feeling generally quite home-sick. And I have two essays and a whole lot of practise to do in just a week. So I figured a bit of a venting blog wouldn't hurt.Aggravation ...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 19:01:00 GMT |
I’m writing a blog |
God.
I don't want to sound like a bitch, but it's pretty weird that my new housemate goes to bed at 9pm. I mean, the first night she came here, we got really drunk on red wine so that's okay, but just...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 21:43:00 GMT |
Vent-ilation. |
Hello, myspacers.
Ew, it freaks me out when moths fly at the window when it's dark outside and there's a light on in your room. It's not pleasant. It's creepy.
I'm playing for some year 7 thingy at my...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 13:12:00 GMT |
Words |
i spread for you my heart, like you put butter on your bread
liberally, haphazardly,
til there's just no butter left.
&nbs...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 15:03:00 GMT |
Princess of Bel-Air. |
It's my day off today before a week of orchestra, and, typically, I have to be bloody ill. My nose keeps running, my head is pounding, my ears are aching. Here is my little list of things to do when ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 04:01:00 GMT |
Lost. |
I'm not exactly sure what I should say.Everything I do is a mistake.Your attention is attention, (It doesn't matter if it's fake or real)I'll take it if I get it.I've made up my mind -I'd do it over ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 04:00:00 GMT |
