Seven Things.......?

7 things that are pretty cool in my books.
Cardboard boxs. They can be a car, a plane, or a nifty hiding space.
Regina Spektor. Beautiful women. Beautiful voice. Love ♥
Mi Goreng. Bloody Amazing.
Frankie Magazine. Comprehende?
My oh so lovely friends.
La la la la la la la. aka. singing.
Chuck Norris. Hahahahahhahha.
The End.

Yes You. You know who you are.

Your the most amazing person I know, your kind, lovely, a great person to be around, and your fucking hilarious. You pretty much make my life complete. The only problem is I fucked it up and I'm sorry. But you need to know, that as much as I care about you, I need to know how you feel, and I can't wait forever, even though I wish I could. I can wait til the end of the week for you. And then, I'm afraid, it'll be time to go. If you haven't made up your mind, then I'll have to deal with it my own way. Its been amazing having you as a friend, like absolutely fucking brilliant. I just wish that I hadn't wrecked it.
The End.

I've lost my sheep.

My mum and I went for a really extensive (not really but sort of long) car trip today. I hate cars. They are yucky and stuffy and they make me feel really chlostriphobic. But it gave me some quiet time to think about everything that is happening in my life at the moment, which is quite an important thing to do. And then I realised. Why do people make such a big deal about everything? Is it because they like the attention, or that they don't know how to deal with it any other way? People confuse me. And its really uncomfertable when you read someones blog, and you realise its about you.
The End

Bye Bye Blackbird.

I planned to have such a great night with my friends, and I ended up just thinking about the whole caffuffle thats happening at the moment, and then I upset my friend for going on facebool when I should've not been thinking about it! Why is everything so fucking difficult?

Phones are the greatest invention of all time, as well as iPods, cameras and jack in the boxs. And sometimes I listen to the Spice Girls because it brings back memories that weren't so complicated.
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It vwas not your fault but mine.

I really dislike it when people send you a really long message, then you send one back, and they don't reply. Music is the ultimate panadol. Whenever I'm having a shit day, I listen to my iTunes over and over and over again. This picture amuses me.

I have this friend called Cat, and she always knows what to do. She is like the ultimate computer with the greatest google system ever. Sometimes she astounds me with her awesomeness. Science annoys me, because just when you think you know all about the earth and the universe... it just gives you all these other facts that don't really mean anything but you have to know them anyway. Blaah.
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L'amour n'est pas une phase, c'est un mode de vie.

Don't you hate it, when you have to make such an important decision and you have no idea what to do? Thats where I am right now. My friends are saying one thing and my head is telling me to do something else. Its like nothing I do will make it any better because someone will always be upset in the end. Oh well. Whats done is done.

I had a very confusing, upsetting and interesting night last night, and now I don't know what to do or who to talk to. Because sometimes you just have to keep these things to yourself, which I am not very good at. But I am sure spending a night with my girls will make it all better. Life throws things at you and you have to just embrace it. I just hope my heart will be okay.
The End.

Why don't I get my own book? Jesus isn't that special.

Turns out that life is really quite surprising. As soon as you think somethings going to happen, it just goes and completely changes and fucks up. SURPRISE! Girls are the bitchiest sluttiest people alive. They are so caught up in their own lives that they can't see whats going on around them. Sometimes I wish I wasn't a girl. I wish for to many things.

I went and saw the lovely and magical comedian Josh Thomas last night and gee, does he have a wonderful perspective on life, not to mention great hair. Sometimes I wish I was more special.
The End.

While my guitar gently weeps.

Guys are good friends. I think that most of the time, they think that they will be the same when they are your boyfriend. Absolutely not. Well... Maybe. If your lucky. Obviously, I don't think I will ever be lucky with guys. Always ending up choosing the sleeziest one's, and realizing the one you actually wanted was there all along. Oh congratu-fucking-lations.

Sometimes I feel like everyone is actually pretending to like me and laughing about me after. Sometimes I wish that this was all make believe and it doesn't really matter what you say, do, what you wear, because you will always wake up in the end and everything can start a new. Sometimes I wish that I didn't have to wake up from dreams. Friends are a pretty good invention. As is vegimite, cameras and the Harry Potter series. One thing I've learnt. Jeff Buckly makes life that little bit sweeter.
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Unrequited Love

Is a bitch. Not even kidding. Like how much of shit can you be? Here is the first thing. Friends are better than Boyfriends. Unless your boyfriend is your friend, which is a plus. Sometimes people don't understand you so they just completely zone out. And sometimes I make little wishes to god in my head, even though I am not religious. And even though I don't really see the point it makes me feel better knowing that maybe, somehow, I might just get what I have been hoping for. Occasionly I feel like I am going to burst, because I know to many peoples secrets and there is not enough room for my own.

And then there are those things. Those little things about everyone that really piss you off. Like phrases, or actions, or habits such as biting their nails. Remember those times when you were little and everything seemed like a big deal. And sometimes you see your parents crying and tell them its not that bad, when actually, when you look back, it was a big deal to them. Occasionly I just get so tired that I vomit. Not really. But I feel like I am going to be sick.
The End.