everything seems to be reaching for something.
even my walls reach and reach to reach the roof and when they get there they are finaly one and happy together.
his hair is so so long it reaches for the ground, his cute face makes me giggle.
i wish i could draw like the other, this drawings amaze me, his cute face, his beanie, his glasses, his big holes that you can see straigh through his ears in, these things make my tum tickle and my words jumble.
"whats a friend?"
"a friend gives you pictures. do you have any friends?"
who are my friend, tree, broom, handle,stairs,cat, mary.
"mary"
the pink spiders under mothers eyes grew today, they grew and they streched and they reached into her mouth and pulled out more aguments which filled my day.
i think im going to run away for the day tomorrow.
go to a strange town somewhere between here and brisband and take photos.
i want to, but i wont.
he is reaching, trying to get bak into my lifeafter he broke the thump in my chest.
thump thump thump thump thump.
mother says my thump is already gorn, lost forever.
that all made of stone.
thump.
where do you search for a lost day?
where did yesterday go?
why did it go?
it wont ever come back will it?
is everything there when you close your eyes?
"that father of yours, hopeless."
sack and boot had a fight today.
boot has been spending too much money and sack got mad.
but sack gets mad at everything
sack gets mad at me alot.
sack didnt like me today.
"did you know frogs have the oldest song?" said mary lifting up the barb wire fence to me to climb under
"most people dont know that. Can you hold the fence for me to climb under?"
as i placed my hands on the fence the diging pain of the rust and spikes stabbed into my hand but i didnt jump nor let got because then it would hit mary, so i let the red water mix with the rust and felt rust replace the blood and swim up my arm as the blood dripped slowy onto the grass below.
"what is a frog?"
"green thing, you know, rebbit?"
"what will it do when we see it?"
" get on my back mary and jane, get on my back and i will sing you the oldest song and we can hop and be green and i will swim a million miles with you."
mary suddenly sat down at the top of the hill and put herself into a ball and begun to roll.
"roll with me jane, roll with me you are a ball like me, come one roll down the hill little ball, roll!"
so i sat down, formed a ball, and rolled.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
rubish.
i hate it how your smile rips of my stone of a heart and smashes it and smashes it unto it explodes into tiny pebbles of blood and self hate.
i hate it how your eyes scream at me all my wrongs and all my faults until im broken down into a fragile mess.
i hate it how your hands crush that mess into dirt and dust until im invisable and blow away with the slighest of minds.
and as my dust and emotions fight your laughter for the air to live in.
tree talks to me, he says climb me, climb me to skys door and dont stop until the couds tickle your chin.
i stare at tree, his branchs reaching, reaching, but for what?
"tree, what are you reaching for?"
" internity."
"what is that?"
the pink spiders from under my mothers eys creep down her face into her mouth and remove word after word, yell after yell, demand after demand.
i miss the summer with them, they always built better sand castles then me.
a seceret is something that can be kept between two people or to ourselfs.
the pain i put myself through everyday is one to myself.
but no one else will tell me secerets so i only have these few to myself
a seceret grows after time
like a baby in a whome it forms characteristics of its own and one day pops out and explores the world.
im too lazy to upload the photos.
my neck hurts and i feel like shit.
help.
i hate it how your eyes scream at me all my wrongs and all my faults until im broken down into a fragile mess.
i hate it how your hands crush that mess into dirt and dust until im invisable and blow away with the slighest of minds.
and as my dust and emotions fight your laughter for the air to live in.
tree talks to me, he says climb me, climb me to skys door and dont stop until the couds tickle your chin.
i stare at tree, his branchs reaching, reaching, but for what?
"tree, what are you reaching for?"
" internity."
"what is that?"
the pink spiders from under my mothers eys creep down her face into her mouth and remove word after word, yell after yell, demand after demand.
i miss the summer with them, they always built better sand castles then me.
a seceret is something that can be kept between two people or to ourselfs.
the pain i put myself through everyday is one to myself.
but no one else will tell me secerets so i only have these few to myself
a seceret grows after time
like a baby in a whome it forms characteristics of its own and one day pops out and explores the world.
im too lazy to upload the photos.
my neck hurts and i feel like shit.
help.
Friday, January 16, 2009
ok lets see
i havnt been able to blog in a while for the reason being ineed to be in the right state of mind to write at my best, which i am not in now and plan for this to only to be quick so i can watch vanity lair befor work.
i have lots of photos that i should edit but i will do that sunday when i wont want to do anything after boys of summer.
youv missed a bit
and i reallycant be bothered filling you in.
josh and i broke up.
thats pretty much the main thing that has happend in the past week.
havnt been home much but not around people.
i will just edit the photos actually mabye tonight
and youll see what iv been up too cuz its right now to early to explain everything.
my book has been good i havnt written much but oh well.
i have lots of photos that i should edit but i will do that sunday when i wont want to do anything after boys of summer.
youv missed a bit
and i reallycant be bothered filling you in.
josh and i broke up.
thats pretty much the main thing that has happend in the past week.
havnt been home much but not around people.
i will just edit the photos actually mabye tonight
and youll see what iv been up too cuz its right now to early to explain everything.
my book has been good i havnt written much but oh well.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
...
She wonders why I hate myself so much; she wonders why I think of myself in a negative way. She wonders why I listen to the music I do, why I like tattoos and piercing so much. She wonders why I don’t like myself.
She tells me that by getting a tattoo that I don’t realise it is forever when I suffer from forever everyday. I know how long forever is and having to live this time without the two people that gave me a tad of confidence forever will never be easy.
I relies forever is permanent, forever is a very long time and sometimes you just have to live with things that your not amazingly keen on for forever.
So I know what forever is.
She says I'm beautiful, she says I'm lovely looking and she doesn’t see how I cannot expect the fact this is what other people think and why I cannot accept what I look like.
She says I have lost all values because I have stated I want tattoos.
I cried when she said that.
How the fuck have I lost any values or am lowering myself in anyway. I have sworn my life to no drinking, drugs, smoking and promiscuous sex and she is saying I have no values.
I cannot except myself as a person in whole, I hate myself and I have a very low self confidence for one reason, she dose not except me for who I am as a person, for what I like and what I want to do with my life and body. She is always telling me I'm wrong, always putting me down and telling me I cannot do things that I love.
So how can you like yourself when your own mother doesn’t?
She tells me that by getting a tattoo that I don’t realise it is forever when I suffer from forever everyday. I know how long forever is and having to live this time without the two people that gave me a tad of confidence forever will never be easy.
I relies forever is permanent, forever is a very long time and sometimes you just have to live with things that your not amazingly keen on for forever.
So I know what forever is.
She says I'm beautiful, she says I'm lovely looking and she doesn’t see how I cannot expect the fact this is what other people think and why I cannot accept what I look like.
She says I have lost all values because I have stated I want tattoos.
I cried when she said that.
How the fuck have I lost any values or am lowering myself in anyway. I have sworn my life to no drinking, drugs, smoking and promiscuous sex and she is saying I have no values.
I cannot except myself as a person in whole, I hate myself and I have a very low self confidence for one reason, she dose not except me for who I am as a person, for what I like and what I want to do with my life and body. She is always telling me I'm wrong, always putting me down and telling me I cannot do things that I love.
So how can you like yourself when your own mother doesn’t?
Thursday, January 1, 2009
new bit of my novel
Please put the Christmas tree away
We lived in a small house away from the city in Ipswich, it’s was a new area and we didn’t have neighbours on ether side of our house. Although the house is small we had a large back yard and the un-mowed grass tickled under your chin. The back yard stretched onto the Brisbane River but we were never allowed to swim in it after a cow got eaten by a shark while taking a bath in the river just down the road.
It was a great yard tho, swing sets and dad made cubby houses filled our childhood with hours in that yard playing cops and robbers, doll and space rescue with the swings as our rockets. Thorp was always one of the girls and he loved his sister just as much as we loved him, we were all an item our differences coming together and making one unusual person. We were each others shadows.
I remember it oh so clearly, one hot and sticky summer evening after a long day of playing when we were four; mum had just come home from school and fetched us from the yard while dad watched the football on TV. Back then we hated baths and as she chased us round the yard in hope of getting us inside had kinda turned into a game. This night was no different and as we darted around the long grass from our mothers grip, giggling and squealing, Sky tripped. Our came suddenly came to a halt.
As we grew the three of us found we felt each others pain, not to the same extent but when one of us tripped and got hurt we all felt some pain.
Mum ran over to Sky as she lay there in the long grass on her back holding onto her knee.
“Let me have a look” mum said slowly moving Sky’s hand from her knee to reveal a small cut surrounded by a large grass stain.
Mum lay down next to Sky and hugged her and Thorp and I made our way over to her.
We all lay there for hours watching the clouds drift by, just talking and laughing, watching day transform into night as mozzies fed at our bodies and mum shared us stories of her and our father back in the day.
This memory is truly precious to me.
My verdict has come.
Now I am not going to tell you too much about my brother, I will not tell you of how amazing he was, how he looked after his sisters on the first day of school when we got bullied for looking different to the other kids and only sticking to ourselves. I am not going to tell you how he would help mum with the dishes or how he spent his pocket money on us one time to buy Sky and I ice cream one time when the ice-cream man came round and he missed out because we had already spent our weekly $10 and wanted ice-cream. I'm not going to tell you how he and dad had an unbreakable bond and their shared love for music kept them practising together until thorp almost fell asleep on the seat of his beloved piano, nor how he would act out of kindness for anyone in any sign of trouble. I will not let you get attached to him or feel a strong emotion for him, I will not let you fall in love with his as ever old lady he helped put their grocery in the car did or as every teacher did when he would bring them sweats just for helping him with his home work even though this was their job. I will not let you know of his cheeky grin and love for life. Because if I let you know all this, then you will get attached, you will feel emotion towards him, you will fall in love with him. And when you even remotely form a relationship or feel for a person you are hurt when they die.
You turned your back and walked away
When we were born the test showed there was something wrong, we suffered from a disease and were predicted not to live to twenty years of age. We were to young to learn about it and to this day it is my personal choice not to know anything but it will be the death of me and on march the 8th 2001 when he was 10 at exactly 7.42pm it was the death of my brother Thorp after he had been admitted to hospital with strong head pains and lack of energy the week before.
Sky and I never left his side. Mum had the time off school and dad cancelled all his lesions.
Although thorp was not well he still remained more concerned about other people and would read to the older people down the hall when he had the strength. They too fell in love with him automatically, he just had that effect on people and would often comment to the staff about how much a brave boy he was when everyone else had their doubts.
Within the week thorp slowly lost movement in all of this limbs and would slip in and out of sleep. This monster that was set to steal our lives did that, slowly it shut down each muscle finally getting to your heart or lungs and you would die instantly or you would suffocate to death.
On the morning of his death Sky and I awoke in harmony to the sudden stabbing feeling that filled our heads we looked to his bed to find thorps mouth spilling with blood. I ran down the hall heart full of fear, grabbed the first doctor I could find and brought him back to Thorps room. When we got back mum who was in the room awake and attempting to get Thorp to lay on his side so he didn’t choke on his own blood. Sky was holding onto his hand, she was clearly in pain as well.
After this event and the blood stoped Thorp was put onto strong mind numbing medication and moved into his own room. All he did was sleep.
During the day the stabbing pain in both Sky and my own head worsened and soon the pain became unbearable and we were given pain killers by nurses that feared for our health to slip into the state of our brothers.
6.57pm.
The pain felt by both of us we knew was nothing compared to that felt by Thorp.
I left Sky and Dad in the canteen to finish their meals and made my way through the quite hall to Thorps new room where I knew I would find mum with him.
I stood at the doorway watching my normally strong and brave mother once full of life and adventure as she sat there holding her dyeing sons hand now a broken weak woman.
“He doesn’t want this pain.” I said softly.
As death slipped through his small frail body that night the pain of loosing our brother and the pain that he felt overwhelmed Sky and I and we accompanied our broken parents by his bed that night for long heart destroying hours as we sulked and mourned for the light of our family had just been switched off.
We lived in a small house away from the city in Ipswich, it’s was a new area and we didn’t have neighbours on ether side of our house. Although the house is small we had a large back yard and the un-mowed grass tickled under your chin. The back yard stretched onto the Brisbane River but we were never allowed to swim in it after a cow got eaten by a shark while taking a bath in the river just down the road.
It was a great yard tho, swing sets and dad made cubby houses filled our childhood with hours in that yard playing cops and robbers, doll and space rescue with the swings as our rockets. Thorp was always one of the girls and he loved his sister just as much as we loved him, we were all an item our differences coming together and making one unusual person. We were each others shadows.
I remember it oh so clearly, one hot and sticky summer evening after a long day of playing when we were four; mum had just come home from school and fetched us from the yard while dad watched the football on TV. Back then we hated baths and as she chased us round the yard in hope of getting us inside had kinda turned into a game. This night was no different and as we darted around the long grass from our mothers grip, giggling and squealing, Sky tripped. Our came suddenly came to a halt.
As we grew the three of us found we felt each others pain, not to the same extent but when one of us tripped and got hurt we all felt some pain.
Mum ran over to Sky as she lay there in the long grass on her back holding onto her knee.
“Let me have a look” mum said slowly moving Sky’s hand from her knee to reveal a small cut surrounded by a large grass stain.
Mum lay down next to Sky and hugged her and Thorp and I made our way over to her.
We all lay there for hours watching the clouds drift by, just talking and laughing, watching day transform into night as mozzies fed at our bodies and mum shared us stories of her and our father back in the day.
This memory is truly precious to me.
My verdict has come.
Now I am not going to tell you too much about my brother, I will not tell you of how amazing he was, how he looked after his sisters on the first day of school when we got bullied for looking different to the other kids and only sticking to ourselves. I am not going to tell you how he would help mum with the dishes or how he spent his pocket money on us one time to buy Sky and I ice cream one time when the ice-cream man came round and he missed out because we had already spent our weekly $10 and wanted ice-cream. I'm not going to tell you how he and dad had an unbreakable bond and their shared love for music kept them practising together until thorp almost fell asleep on the seat of his beloved piano, nor how he would act out of kindness for anyone in any sign of trouble. I will not let you get attached to him or feel a strong emotion for him, I will not let you fall in love with his as ever old lady he helped put their grocery in the car did or as every teacher did when he would bring them sweats just for helping him with his home work even though this was their job. I will not let you know of his cheeky grin and love for life. Because if I let you know all this, then you will get attached, you will feel emotion towards him, you will fall in love with him. And when you even remotely form a relationship or feel for a person you are hurt when they die.
You turned your back and walked away
When we were born the test showed there was something wrong, we suffered from a disease and were predicted not to live to twenty years of age. We were to young to learn about it and to this day it is my personal choice not to know anything but it will be the death of me and on march the 8th 2001 when he was 10 at exactly 7.42pm it was the death of my brother Thorp after he had been admitted to hospital with strong head pains and lack of energy the week before.
Sky and I never left his side. Mum had the time off school and dad cancelled all his lesions.
Although thorp was not well he still remained more concerned about other people and would read to the older people down the hall when he had the strength. They too fell in love with him automatically, he just had that effect on people and would often comment to the staff about how much a brave boy he was when everyone else had their doubts.
Within the week thorp slowly lost movement in all of this limbs and would slip in and out of sleep. This monster that was set to steal our lives did that, slowly it shut down each muscle finally getting to your heart or lungs and you would die instantly or you would suffocate to death.
On the morning of his death Sky and I awoke in harmony to the sudden stabbing feeling that filled our heads we looked to his bed to find thorps mouth spilling with blood. I ran down the hall heart full of fear, grabbed the first doctor I could find and brought him back to Thorps room. When we got back mum who was in the room awake and attempting to get Thorp to lay on his side so he didn’t choke on his own blood. Sky was holding onto his hand, she was clearly in pain as well.
After this event and the blood stoped Thorp was put onto strong mind numbing medication and moved into his own room. All he did was sleep.
During the day the stabbing pain in both Sky and my own head worsened and soon the pain became unbearable and we were given pain killers by nurses that feared for our health to slip into the state of our brothers.
6.57pm.
The pain felt by both of us we knew was nothing compared to that felt by Thorp.
I left Sky and Dad in the canteen to finish their meals and made my way through the quite hall to Thorps new room where I knew I would find mum with him.
I stood at the doorway watching my normally strong and brave mother once full of life and adventure as she sat there holding her dyeing sons hand now a broken weak woman.
“He doesn’t want this pain.” I said softly.
As death slipped through his small frail body that night the pain of loosing our brother and the pain that he felt overwhelmed Sky and I and we accompanied our broken parents by his bed that night for long heart destroying hours as we sulked and mourned for the light of our family had just been switched off.
as it would seem
its the second of the month, of this new year.
my newyears eve was alright ay.
iv been with meagan like the last three days.
so you have missed a bit.
monday the 29th of december.
i adventured up to see ian in brissy so it started off with dad driveing me to the train station, dad is going through a mid life crisest thing and its quite amusing to hear his joke that he finds funny.
so he droped me at coopers plane train station. and i waited there.
train ride up wasnt to interesting, i hate trains in the morning.
so im walking to find ians house and im at the lights waiting to cross the road near princess theater with a bottle of water in my hand.
this guy comes up to me (old guy with crazy teeth and a cowboy hat) takes out one of my head phones out scaring the shit out of me and says
"you drinkin water?"
"yes" *puts ear phone back in
*old man takes ear phone out* "you should be drinking vodka or wisky or something."
"i dont drink"
" oh well then, its about time you did. here miss i will buy you a drink.
" *points to bar on side over the road*
"no fuck off im fine" *puts head phone in crosses road*
im so xtoughx
so ian got his tattoo fixed up we had chinese, went to the vidio store and bought groserys.
any time i spend with this boy is amazing so it dosnt matter what we do.
tho its funny how many people think we are boyfriend and girlfriend even tho we do not display any type of attection in public or anywhere for that matter.
so on the train home i sat down next to this very old lady and this gay guy with a 3 year old daughter.
the daughters name was harmony rose and she was the fattest three year old i have ever ever seen, and kept flashing everyone her undies.
but she was cute and funny and her dad loved her so much and i intend on putting her some how in my book cuz she was just so amusing.
she did not look like a harmony rose at all.
then i got to narang bus stop, and as you can imagin by this time a little bit over people and have a head ach.
so there are these two boys about 14 and these two girls (not with the boys) who were about 13.
and the guys were doing this hole clapping and stoming thing and the girls were like smoking right next to me
so i looked at the girls and i asked them nicely to not smoke around me, and they giggles and kept doing it.
so i told knocked the smokes out of their hand and put them out
and they just looked at me as if to say im a peice of shit
so i told them to fuck off and they said sorry and walked off
then it was those guys and they were stoming and clapping and it would of been ok if it sounded alright and actually had a beat but it sounded like shit
so i was feeling real real toughand told them to shut the fuck up
(the word fuck makes me feel big and strong)
so they said something and i was like "mate come say it to my face"
they didnt, and they shut up
and they were real tough and got on the next bus and stuck the finger up at me as they drove off.
tuesday the 30th of december.
went to meagans and we rode down to burleigh to our favourt place, some little peircing shop near cold rock.
so we went in and the girl that works there knows us so she was like oh meagan what are you getting done, cuz she knows my mother would neck me if i got anything. so megan got her nose peirced which took about half an hour to get it done cuz she kept on opening her eyes and sketching out.
there were these two guys who were friends with the shop owner, one was covered in peircings and had his long black hair in a pony tail with two big dragons tattooed on each shoulder and the other was a younger guy who we watched get his eye brow peirced that day and walked around with his pants so low you could see 70% of his pubic hair, you couldnt understand a word this boy said.
so it was the shop owners birthday and her mum and dad came in and gave her a pressy (we were there for like 3 hours cuz they are good people) then they went out for lunch and me and meagan went out side cuz she needed a smoke.
we went back in cuz i wanted to get the heart tattoo on my finger fixed cuz im sick of haveing two little dots of ink just chillin in my finger.
so we went back and they guy with the dragon tattoos said he would do it for me. after about 20 minurts of me haveing to wait while they found the addapter me and meagan disded to come back tomorrow or when i had the money cuz meagan was going to pay for it then i was going to pay her back but i hate owing people money so.
we rode home, spent way too much at mr sushi. and went to bed at 9 cuz we were terid from bike riding all day.
wednesday the 31st of december.
wake up at like 10. such a nice day so me and meagan go down to nobbys and have a swim and its sooo pretty. after that we looked around to find a dress for meagan so we ended up going to paccas and buying one from dotti there.
after that we went back to meagans and layed around her house for three hours talking about when we were little (me and meagan have known each other sinice we were 3) and the music we liked and what we used to be like and everything.
then we started to get ready for the evening after our little nanna naps, we went to mr sushi and had a feed and spent too much money again then we got ready and we were pretty much ready when meagans crazy aurnty and yetty ( her aurtys husband to be but they are both still married to someone else) and her aurty comes in to see us and she is seiously ummmm well words dont really desgribe aurty angle (angle is her legal name she has had about 4 name changes)
so pam (meagans mum) drove us to broady at like i duno what time and when we got there there were heaps of familys and what not. so we went for a walk to get me a drink. so we are walking down this little path cuz i know there is a shop down there over the road from the broadbeach soccer club and we walk past this bush and behind us a guy jumps out of the bush beer bottle in hand and starts following us.
so i get outmy phone pretend to call ian and im like " ian are you picking us up" blah blah blah guy is still following us then meagan cought on and was like " oh i see him " and starts waveing.
just as she dose that the guy turns around and starts walking the otherway.
we watch the 9 oclock fire works then walked to surfers to pass the time.
we cought a bus back and omg it was crazy, we got wished good luck by people as we entered the bus. the bus driver was like sit at the front and stay away from those guys i have just had two girls stripping for them. so they were like taging and fighting on the bus and as it drove off a guy started tapping on the door and a police officer grabed onto the back of his neck pulled him onto the foot path and started stomping him.
blah blah got to see people blah blah walked around for a while
josh came down and i got my midnight kiss with his watching fireworks (mega cute i know) then he left cuz we had to as well.
then some guy tryed to feel me up so i hit him in the face and made his nose bleed.
and then we went home and fell straight asleep all in all good night.
the 1st of january 2009
woke up at 11.
amamzingly out of it and in need of a shower.
we rode down to nobbys and went to the beach the water was so nice.
rode home and then mum came picked me up
then me and muffin dog went for a swim
2nd of january
shit day, shit head, want to write but this is as good as its going to get.
have a nice year.
my newyears eve was alright ay.
iv been with meagan like the last three days.
so you have missed a bit.
monday the 29th of december.
i adventured up to see ian in brissy so it started off with dad driveing me to the train station, dad is going through a mid life crisest thing and its quite amusing to hear his joke that he finds funny.
so he droped me at coopers plane train station. and i waited there.
train ride up wasnt to interesting, i hate trains in the morning.
so im walking to find ians house and im at the lights waiting to cross the road near princess theater with a bottle of water in my hand.
this guy comes up to me (old guy with crazy teeth and a cowboy hat) takes out one of my head phones out scaring the shit out of me and says
"you drinkin water?"
"yes" *puts ear phone back in
*old man takes ear phone out* "you should be drinking vodka or wisky or something."
"i dont drink"
" oh well then, its about time you did. here miss i will buy you a drink.
" *points to bar on side over the road*
"no fuck off im fine" *puts head phone in crosses road*
im so xtoughx
so ian got his tattoo fixed up we had chinese, went to the vidio store and bought groserys.
any time i spend with this boy is amazing so it dosnt matter what we do.
tho its funny how many people think we are boyfriend and girlfriend even tho we do not display any type of attection in public or anywhere for that matter.
so on the train home i sat down next to this very old lady and this gay guy with a 3 year old daughter.
the daughters name was harmony rose and she was the fattest three year old i have ever ever seen, and kept flashing everyone her undies.
but she was cute and funny and her dad loved her so much and i intend on putting her some how in my book cuz she was just so amusing.
she did not look like a harmony rose at all.
then i got to narang bus stop, and as you can imagin by this time a little bit over people and have a head ach.
so there are these two boys about 14 and these two girls (not with the boys) who were about 13.
and the guys were doing this hole clapping and stoming thing and the girls were like smoking right next to me
so i looked at the girls and i asked them nicely to not smoke around me, and they giggles and kept doing it.
so i told knocked the smokes out of their hand and put them out
and they just looked at me as if to say im a peice of shit
so i told them to fuck off and they said sorry and walked off
then it was those guys and they were stoming and clapping and it would of been ok if it sounded alright and actually had a beat but it sounded like shit
so i was feeling real real toughand told them to shut the fuck up
(the word fuck makes me feel big and strong)
so they said something and i was like "mate come say it to my face"
they didnt, and they shut up
and they were real tough and got on the next bus and stuck the finger up at me as they drove off.
tuesday the 30th of december.
went to meagans and we rode down to burleigh to our favourt place, some little peircing shop near cold rock.
so we went in and the girl that works there knows us so she was like oh meagan what are you getting done, cuz she knows my mother would neck me if i got anything. so megan got her nose peirced which took about half an hour to get it done cuz she kept on opening her eyes and sketching out.
there were these two guys who were friends with the shop owner, one was covered in peircings and had his long black hair in a pony tail with two big dragons tattooed on each shoulder and the other was a younger guy who we watched get his eye brow peirced that day and walked around with his pants so low you could see 70% of his pubic hair, you couldnt understand a word this boy said.
so it was the shop owners birthday and her mum and dad came in and gave her a pressy (we were there for like 3 hours cuz they are good people) then they went out for lunch and me and meagan went out side cuz she needed a smoke.
we went back in cuz i wanted to get the heart tattoo on my finger fixed cuz im sick of haveing two little dots of ink just chillin in my finger.
so we went back and they guy with the dragon tattoos said he would do it for me. after about 20 minurts of me haveing to wait while they found the addapter me and meagan disded to come back tomorrow or when i had the money cuz meagan was going to pay for it then i was going to pay her back but i hate owing people money so.
we rode home, spent way too much at mr sushi. and went to bed at 9 cuz we were terid from bike riding all day.
wednesday the 31st of december.
wake up at like 10. such a nice day so me and meagan go down to nobbys and have a swim and its sooo pretty. after that we looked around to find a dress for meagan so we ended up going to paccas and buying one from dotti there.
after that we went back to meagans and layed around her house for three hours talking about when we were little (me and meagan have known each other sinice we were 3) and the music we liked and what we used to be like and everything.
then we started to get ready for the evening after our little nanna naps, we went to mr sushi and had a feed and spent too much money again then we got ready and we were pretty much ready when meagans crazy aurnty and yetty ( her aurtys husband to be but they are both still married to someone else) and her aurty comes in to see us and she is seiously ummmm well words dont really desgribe aurty angle (angle is her legal name she has had about 4 name changes)
so pam (meagans mum) drove us to broady at like i duno what time and when we got there there were heaps of familys and what not. so we went for a walk to get me a drink. so we are walking down this little path cuz i know there is a shop down there over the road from the broadbeach soccer club and we walk past this bush and behind us a guy jumps out of the bush beer bottle in hand and starts following us.
so i get outmy phone pretend to call ian and im like " ian are you picking us up" blah blah blah guy is still following us then meagan cought on and was like " oh i see him " and starts waveing.
just as she dose that the guy turns around and starts walking the otherway.
we watch the 9 oclock fire works then walked to surfers to pass the time.
we cought a bus back and omg it was crazy, we got wished good luck by people as we entered the bus. the bus driver was like sit at the front and stay away from those guys i have just had two girls stripping for them. so they were like taging and fighting on the bus and as it drove off a guy started tapping on the door and a police officer grabed onto the back of his neck pulled him onto the foot path and started stomping him.
blah blah got to see people blah blah walked around for a while
josh came down and i got my midnight kiss with his watching fireworks (mega cute i know) then he left cuz we had to as well.
then some guy tryed to feel me up so i hit him in the face and made his nose bleed.
and then we went home and fell straight asleep all in all good night.
the 1st of january 2009
woke up at 11.
amamzingly out of it and in need of a shower.
we rode down to nobbys and went to the beach the water was so nice.
rode home and then mum came picked me up
then me and muffin dog went for a swim
2nd of january
shit day, shit head, want to write but this is as good as its going to get.
have a nice year.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
novel
All though summer is my favourite season, I much prefer the company of those who enjoy winter most. I don’t know what it is. But the people that like winter more normally attract me more as a friend. There is just something different about most of them that makes slotting into my life easier. Their reasons for preferring winter are normally quite interesting and raise a point to why winter is a good season, tho the only things I like about winter is cuddles and the clothing.
I met this boy once who shared my love for cats. One day he confessed to me he was actually allergic to cats. Now, if you are allergic to cats or you know someone who is you will know that they normally hate cats. So I asked this boy why he loved cats if all they did was cause him pain. His simple reply was
“They do what they want.”
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