This blog is falling somewhat into disrepair now.
I'm not sure, part of me doesn't feel too comfortable expressing all my thoughts so publicly anymore.
The other day I bought a brand new journal as a sort effort to start fresh with a clean slate. So far I've brought it with me everywhere. I quite like the idea of always being able to write down my thoughts and feelings, as well as elaborate on a story as it comes to me.

It looks a little bit like this, only with smaller polka dots haha.

I've also almost finished my first proper zine. It's really exciting, I literally can't wait to go to be photocopying outlet and start copying it and stapling all the pages together. Writing it has made me feel a bit better lately, it's sort of been an outlet similar to a blog but there is that sense of pride of having made something completely by yourself.

I realise over the last few weeks I've progressed into being a massive, ungrateful, moody dick >.<
I'm just not the best person at coping and tackling change head on. I honestly do feel awful for it all. I realise I'm making things worse not better. I just don't know how to become a good person again.

Edit: I realised the paradox in me saying I don't feel too comfortable expressing all my feelings on this blog anymore, yet I'll do it through a zine. There is something different about the zine though; it's more of a work of fiction if anything. Just a story for people to read, there are no names or any facts that would give anything non-fictional away.

Life.

Chaque amour est unique. C'est ce qui le rend si difficile de se laisser aller, mais si doux à découvrir. L'amour est vivant, comme vous et moi.


I'm glad I've understood this.

Late night.

I saw a shooting star! ^__________________^
Of course a wish was requested. It's like 10,000 11:11s all bundled together XD
I was sitting outside having a little midnight picnic with Kate and her friend Jen.

Fiction.

Today I started writing a story. It's so different to everything else I've written before.
I don't think I could ever show another person it, at least not now, maybe in years to come. It's just so personal, I've never been so open and honest about everything before. I slit myself open and poured myself onto the page. All my troubles and all my worries converted into little black typed letters. Like a large factory processor, which takes what I'm thinking and wraps it up in neat and tidy little packages. Preparing to be shipped out into a million unknown destinations.

I felt a little bit better after I wrote it. I guess it put a lot of things into perspective. I have a lot of problems, but at the same time I wouldn't be the same person I am if I didn't have them. My mind works like a giant pendulum, constantly swinging from left to right and never once showing any signs of slowing and stopping. This left and right represent all the pairs of opposites my life consists of. The main two being:
- Happiness and sadness
- Childhood and adulthood
I realised how much my life is a hybrid of all those extremes. Sometimes this pendulum moves so fast that before you know it they all get blurred together, into one big mess. I don't really mind it though. I think it's best to look at both sides of things. I sort of like to take the best of both of them, for example taking the adventurous and carefree attitude of a child and placing into a typical adult context (I don't mean adult as in sexual, just adult as in grown up. I do resent how perfectly normal terms get warped into things like that).
In reality we're all just children in whore's clothing.

This is why I want to study film and be involved in the film making process. I believe so strongly in the power of fictional characters. Their ability to make us feel better when it seems like all hope has left. They're always there for us, picking us up when we fall, listening patiently as we rant and whine and always providing a little bit of hope for the future when things turn grey. I think if I can spend my life doing this then I might be able to save myself as well as help others in a similar situation. Paranoid, neurotic, self conscious misfits like me. Obviously not in any martyr styled way. No "this story will save your life!".
Just "I was there too and this story is how I coped with it. Because it can be done".

Preparation.

Grumpyface.

It seems as if everyone I know in my life is really angry. I'm confused as to whether the world is just an angryangry place and I've naively tried to convince myself it's different.
I don't really like anger. It's all loud and intrusive, violent and frantic. It makes me somewhat nervous actually, especially when people start to scream and yell from anger.
I guess thats one of the ways I don't feel particularly close to my father. He is always so angry and never really thinks things through just explodes.

That being said it's not like everyone I know is angry non-stop. There are just a few instances of anger here and there.
I want to crawl up under my duvet and transport myself to a cosy and happy place.

Beautiful.

I've been reading so much these last few days. Like literally just pouring over books. I've been reading the second last Harry Potter book mostly and bits of Macbeth. I have A Clockwork Orange to finish as well but I'm not really in the mood for that. Iono, I find when I'm sad I just like to escape into fantasy landscapes. There is so much mystery and adventure locked in them. An entire new world that no one has yet to discover and you're the first person to wander through it.
I really want to get some nautical based novels as well. Perhaps Moby Dick. Lately I've really fallen in love with the ocean. It itself holds a lot of mystery and adventure as well. Some much of it is left undiscovered, there could be so much there that humankind has failed to notice.
It really represents freedom, having a large pirate-esque boat and just wandering aimlessly out to sea, taking everything as it comes and exploring endless new horizons. If I could I'd merge that with my love of forests. A large boat that was like a floating forest. It would be a regular wooden boat but covered in growth and plants, the masts would be large trees and the sails would be made out of vines.
Sea monsters are amazing too. I'd love to encounter one and just witness it.



In adjacent to being over-indulgent in food I've also been over-indulgent in music consumption. These last few days I've downloaded so many albums. They've all been peaceful Dream Pop LPs/EPs, with swirly music and unintelligible lyrics delivered by soft and delicate voices. It's as if you recorded yourself feeling cosy. It's pretty depressing actually. This is the kind of music that's just perfect to just put on, lie down next to someone and just half-sleep/nap. I find something so romantic in that, two people discovering something beautiful together with their combined mindset trailing along to the music, following every new swirl and pattern. I know I could just save these albums in case a moment like that ever happened to me again (if it ever will), but it just wouldn't be the same. I'd know all the albums inside out by myself then and instead of discovering something, I'd just be lying there thinking "There is this song, now that song comes next, then the other one".

Before I went to shave and shower I put on a Slowdive album and turned it up as loud as it could go, all those little bars reached the top of their little path. As I closed the bathroom door I could hear all the music seeping in from the cracks under the door and between the door and the door frame. These lush echoing sounds seeping in and echoing through my small bathroom, circling over my head and getting caught under the skylight.
In that moment everything felt perfect. I didn't feel at all mended or okay but just at peace, I felt alive. It was like that one moment just completely reflected my fragile state of mind. I could see everything fit into place and see all my emotions in front of me, within arm's reach.
I could of cried in that moment. I should of cried in that moment.

It's made me think; if I ever came into a lot of money all I do was travel to the peaceful and green English countryside and buy a car. I'd buy all these albums on cd and just drive aimlessly listening to one after another. I'd have no direction or purpose, just traveling for the sake of traveling. I would just drive and drive until my body just gave way to absolute fatigue and I'd lose control of the wheel and plow into another car or tree and die instantly.

I'm worried I'll never find something like this again.
I've never found anything like it before, iono if I can find it again.
There was something about it that was just different from everything else. I can't really put it into words. Things just really worked, like there was a compatible mindset; you could tell what was on each other's mind and what was happening.

The cure for things like this is time though, like there really isn't anything that can be done. It's still really hard, especially getting out of this mindset :(
Things are okay though - like it was all on good and friendly terms.
I'm really glad to have Stella as my best friend :)
That's one thing I would never ever change. I'd rather eat a man's stomach filled with cyanide and children's tears than never ever talk to her again.

I do really hope things will improve and mend with time.

It's kind of got me thinking about Love. How it changes over time and how complex it is. It's pretty scary. Opening yourself up like that and wandering bravely and boldly forward into unknown despite the everlasting risk of rejection and intense aching pain. It's worth it I think. Maybe I'm just an overly emotional person but I think it's the best feeling in the world.

Stranger.

Sometimes I really confuse myself. Like as to what's going on and what's happening.
I've felt really distant with everyone I know; friends and family. There is no real reason for it either. It's almost like I feel into a coma for a few weeks and just woke up and everyone has changed dramatically and I can't keep up with it. Like yesterday when I saw Ben. Don't get me wrong, it was a really fun day. Something just seemed off though, like he wasn't the exact same Ben I know.
It's actually really scary, like I've reverted back into my shell and have become really timid. Like that feeling you get when you don't know answer to something at school but feel too scared to ask the teacher? I feel like I have a million questions for all my friends and family and I'm just too scared to ask them. They're not bad or intrusive questions, more so just what's on your mind right now and what are you up to?
Maybe it's just tricky time, a lot of people I'm close to have gone through changes and I might just be trying to catch up with all of them. I'm a bit worried I'm just being a big, selfish baby. Constantly prodding and annoying everyone, whining and destroying.

I'm going to try and get a moment alone with everyone and just catch up. Quell these fears and just get back on the right track. I'm pretty scared about it though. That feeling were you have to tip-toe around, minding your feet and being careful you don't knock anything over.
I wonder if everyone knows me as well?
Maybe this sort of thing happens to everyone and I'm not really alone.

It's funny, as time progresses I've found myself writing less and less in this blog.
I've been up to a lot though and a lot of new and exciting things have happened. I generally tell people first hand when these things happen so there isn't much need to write out any recounts of sorts. It would be nice to keep a log for myself but iono I don't really have any trouble remembering what my life has been like.
Of course I may very well go back on my word and write out recounts sometime in the future haha :P

For the time being this blog will probably just progress into a house for wandering thoughts and other such mindbits. I suppose that's what a blog is really meant to be; an online diary that people can access if they wish.

Angelspit have sent me sooooooo many new emails about their new cd. I might just pre-order it to cease getting anymore. I would like to get it though :) They've quickly become one of my favourite bands, with they're cyberpunky vocals/guitars and heavy-ultra-beat-delux electronics. They better finsih touring America soon! >.< Australia needs them back nooOooow!

My tumblebox is sore D;
I made the grave grave error of having dinner too early.

:)

I'm feeling really quite positive ^____^
I really want to share it with everyone else as well, like it's a kind of positivity that you just can't keep to yourself :P

:(

This is really hard.
Do you know that feeling were you really want to say something but you know you can't?
Like when you see something like a really sad facebook status and you really want to comment on it and try and help but you're unable to...
I need something to try and take my mind off everything but I don't know what.

This weekend was so long, frightening, exciting, stressful, giggly, tiring, fun, nerve-racking, new, upsetting, silly, embarrassing, happy, adventurous, stomach turning, relaxing, calm, frantic and most of all; unexpected.

Rhubarb.

I did a lot of thinking today.
I think I've changed as a person now, things may be a different now.
Iono it's pretty positive I think. I'm taking control of myself and getting my act together so to speak. I really need to become a stronger person and just stand firmly on my own two feet.
It's time to actually speak my mind. Tell people when they're hurting me or being a dick.
Ever since I was a kid I spent to much time hiding my feelings. I don't want to be like that anymore, I want to be strong.
I know this must all sound awfully arrogant but I think I'm overdue for this kind of change.

I went into Mall Music to apply for a job today. It went pretty well I think :D They don't have any openings right now but they invited me back to just check in every few weeks and see how things were going. One of them asked if I liked Nine Inch Nails hahaha ;D! Ahhh it's fate.
I'll still look into that other job in the meantime though.

DINNER TOMORROW NIGHT WITH BEN! ^_____^
I'm so excited!
This is just what I need, a chance to get out and relax :)

This is Consumer.

Consumer was a discarded mannequin torso. She sprouted arms and legs, black and without any solid shape or form. This was all her hatred and anger, concentrated after months and months. She was no longer sought after and was no longer looked at in high acclaim or esteem. Now every step she took was marked with a black outline, it smelt like burnt rubber and even after being washed away with gallons of water it still left a stain. Her hands had a similar effect; every she touched would be marked with a black stain. Her face was constructed from a discarded cardboard box she found behind a supermarket. The label said it once contained cuts of lamb, though it had a cross in the corner, this indicated that the food it contained was spoiled and needed to be discarded right away.

Clear mind.

I reallyreallyreallyreally need to stop worrying intensely about every little thing and just sort of sit back and relax. I know I must say that a lot but I think I'm improving somewhat from how I was before, like I think I've cut the amount of irrational worry I experience in half now. The last few weeks have been really good, I haven't really had a single thought being ridiculously over-thought (that's not a word) and I haven't started panicing. But yeah back on track; there is still a little bit more room for improvement. It's weird though because it's literally worrying about nothing, like nothing wrong has traspiried. I think I just have a weird thing in which if my mood is somewhat less than what it normally is I have to explain it otherwise I worry that I seem like a mean/awful person. This however just starts a slipperyslipperyslope, I start to worry that my explanation is of poor quality and may be misinterperated.
NOOOMOOOORE.
Life is good and a good life needs to be enjoyed :D
I have a pretty busy weekend coming up:
- Friday: Stella dearest is coming over and we're going to go watch Kate's year 11 play. It's an adpation of Twelfth Night with all the original characters being replaced with characters from Alice in Wonderland :D
- Saturday: Accompanying Ben to a Ruins+The Amenta+Psycroptic show. It should be an ...interesting experience hahaha :P naynay it shouldn't be too bad, it'll be fun to see scary metalheads thrashing about.
I apologise if this blog doesn't read very well D::
I'm in dire need of bed rest, which I'm obtaining in.. 3! 2! 1! *turns lights out* Good Night Blogspot!

I'm thinking about creating a separate blog devoted to music/album reviews. It could be really fun I think, a good excuse to waste hours listening to music and a good outlet to vent all my musical commentary. It wouldn't just be devoted to new releases and rather just cds/albums as I find them or ones I already have that I feel should be reviewed.
The only issue is where to host it. Blogspot is an obvious candidate. The only issue with that is that I want it to be completely separate from this account, not using the same username or anything. Iono I suppose I'd feel slightly uncomfortable if absolute strangers would start commenting on this blog and I want the music reviews to be on wide display rather than my own private-but-not-really-at-all thoughts. I'm hopeless with logging into things at times though. I had another blogspot account but for some reason I got logged out and could never log in again >.< With some luck I'll be able to have two separate accounts and be able to freely log into both of them.
Hopefully this will be a somewhat successful endeavour, I think my wide taste of music would be an advantage; uniting fans of industrial, riot grrrl, black metal, electronica and just general rawk :P

Gigglebots.

This is what it would look like if you woke up inside my head:





Of course I would of had to have accidentally fallen asleep during the mid-to-late evening and I accidentally left all the lights on. I actually felt somewhat almost tired writing out "asleep" then :O

Sunny Sleepy Saturday Afternoon.

I woke up with the most intense headache this morning. I have no idea where it came from, but luckily it went away at around noon or so. Either since I started reading up about lucid dreaming I've started to have the strangest dreams. I can also remember them really vividly. I think this is a good sign, one article I read said to keep a log of all the dreams you have; that way you can begin to differentiate between reality and dreams. They also said to question everything whether in a dream or awake, just to get into the habit of questioning whether your dream is real. By that they mean if you hear a dripping tap, ask yourself where it's coming from, how it got there and can it be stopped, if you go through that process and find their is no logical answer then you're dreaming haha. Imagine being able to take complete control of your dreams and be able to go adventures and bend the laws of reality.
Anyway my dream last night consisted of me sitting in the back seat of a moving car. There was someone next to me and someone driving but I couldn't see who they were, they were people but I couldn't focus on their faces. The car then turned a sharp corner and the person sitting next to me lent over and opened up my door and proceeded to push me out onto the street. I slowly fell from the car and then hit my back hard on the road. That was followed with that feeling you get when you wake up after falling in a dream, expect I didn't wake up, I was suddenly back in that same car and in a minute I was pushed out again. This went on and on in an almost endless cycle.

After doing some assessment work this morning I explored our upstairs bookshelf again. I can't believe I haven't properly done this before, there are so many interesting books just sitting there. I found 3 or 4 collections of poetry and number of other "classic" novels. I'm pretty excited to read them, I might start on a few really soon. I'm reading A Clockwork Orange at the moment. I reallyreally enjoy it but I think I might put it on hold for a tiny bit just to explore some other options. It gets a bit bleak at times and I just finished reading an incredibly bleak book (Nineteen Eighty-Four) and I'm mentally hungry for some fresh scenery. I'll still read Clockwork quite regularly though, it'll be my tea time book, warming my mind up for the main course and then perhaps a dessert novel as well. I think Macbeth shall be at the top of that list, I've been in a massive Shakespeare mood as of late.

Right now I'm watching the third and final Lord of the Rings movie; The Return of the King. I'm not going to lie to you Mr Blogspot, I love this film series, like really love it. I've always been a sucker for fantasy and Peter Jackson is an amazing director. He has the most superb eye for detail I've ever seen. Every single scene is beautifully lit and each landscape and set holds so much atmosphere. The story itself is great as well, I've always enjoy Tolkein's story telling abilities. I suppose that makes me some kind of gigantic nerd? Well I'm going to embrace it! Yes I'm a geek and I'm proud! :P One shouldn't have to hide one's interests from the world. Fantasy gets such a bad rap, why is it that it's so universally hated? It's imaginative, well written and gernally captivating, yet the single mention of anything along those lines ends in cries of "nerd! geek! yuck!" and it's discarded straight away. As if you wouldn't want to run around a beautiful green forest, slaying orcs and other nasty creatures and then retiring to a small clearing to prepare dinner and sit around gazing at the stars?! What about people who watch only comendy movies? Why aren't they pigeoned hole'd and stereotyped?! We have nerds, jocks and preps, how abouts jesters as well? "Ewwww you're watching "insert comendy movie here"! You're such a jester!".

Of course the latter half of that last paragraph was written with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek haha XD I'm not going to start up a collation for the "Universal acceptance and fair treatment of all nerds, geeks, dorks and dweebs" and I don't think the fantasy genre is that disrespected :P


The spooky city of the dead, Minas Morgul


Everyone's favourite Ent, Treebeard.

Late at night.

I just watched a really interesting movie called "Waking Life". I just came across it while channel surfing with Kate before we were going to go to bed. It's a digitally enhanced live action rotoscoped film about lucid dreaming and this guy who can never seem to wake up from his dream and everyone he meets in his dream tells him their opinion of reality and how they think the world works. I missed the beginning of it though :( I must locate the dvd.

Bounceybounce week!

This week has been really fantastic :)
Like one of those weeks that's just been great from start to finish, though Wednesday and Friday have been standouts in terms of superior quality :P

On Wednesday I ran into Ben in Neutral Bay on the way home from Entertainment. The L90 has this really strange system were no buses come for an hour in the very center of the day (normally they come every 20 mins), of course that just happens to be when I need to get one >__>
But yes! We went back to his for some lunch and then went out for a drive in the rain whilst listening to the Pixies on repeat XD
Ben also came up with this really funny new birthday tradition called "The Birthday Squeeze". Basically whoever is celebrating a birthday has to fill a nearby car up with petrol, hence the squeezing of the petrol pump haha. I don't have a car however so iono how I'm going to let Ben do that on his birthday D:

On Friday Stella came over and we went out to dinner with my family to this restaurant called "Barrenjoey House" down the street from my house. It was so nice and warm in there, walking to and from the restaurant was a bitter expedition; my teeth were chattering like crazy. Dinner was really enjoyable ^___^ Most of the evening was spent listening to Maddy and Kate recounting bizarre stories of things that have happened at school.
The best moment though was when we got back to my house after dinner and Stella and myself just almost-napped and listened to Bjork on repeat :3 It really was one of those ultra-niceynice-fuzzy feelings. It's funny how it was for only 2 hours as well, it felt more like an entire day, actually no, it was more like one of those times were you just feel so comfortable that all time just melts away and you just forget completely about the concept of time. Unfortunately we also forgot about what time the last bus comes but Stella was able to get picked up so it was goodgood :D
It's only two months till we've been together for a year! :O
I can't even to begin to express how lucky I feel to be in a relationship like this :D

So yes, this week has lead me to feel awfully bouncey :)

Whatevernumbercomesaftermylastpost-th

One of things I enjoy most about my life is that my two closest friends are both very different. It leads to discover things down to separate alleys; political unrest, controversy on one side and artists, different styles of work and storytelling on the other side.
I really hope I'm able to utilise both these influences into one single original entity :)
I suppose a film course would be one of the best ways to accomplish that haha, there is the visual artistic side (design, shots/frames etc) and the fiction/non-fiction story side (which can incorporate many other influences such as political unrest).

Though I think most of all I want to scream like Alec Empire over speedy breakbeats and sampled rock and metal riffs.
I'm going to save up for a drum machine. Cyberpunk is where it's at ;D

Eighth.

Eeeep! I'm old today D:
It's not too bad though :D
Though it is superchillycold right now, showaaah time!

May Mixtape!

Mini May Burnt Marshmallow Mix
1. Fuck All! - Atari Teenage Riot
2. Vena Cava - Angelspit
3. New Man - Alec Empire
4. Little Mo - Placebo
5. Pagan Poetry - Björk
6. Sunshine Recorder - Boards of Canada

This is the first online mixtape I've made so bear with me if the formatting is a little strange XP
It's basically just comprised of a few of my favourite songs at the moment that happen to go together quite nicely.

Download it here!

Seventh.

Today I discovered that over the course of last night someone had removed the majority of my pencils from their secure resting place (bar one, the biggest, thickest one >__>). Naturally I felt pretty pissed off, so I took my old Ipod and went outside and threw it against the pavement. I feel much better now :) I've been waiting to break it for a long time, it was the most frustrating piece of broken technology ever.



Oh! I also have a little surprise lined up my next post, keep your eyes peeled.

STARTTHERIOT

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Atari Teenage Riot brings out the 13-year-old-obsessive-school-girl-fan in me.
And by that I mean the same kind of obsession early teens project towards their favourite bands, not an obsession with 13 year old school girls... O.o

Sixith (the second).

Just keeping up with this urge to continuously blog today, don't you find it odd when a rather large and famous (though creatively decaying) act or group displays an interest in the very same avenue you yourself were displaying interest? I find it to be a rather curious phenomenon.
In this case, after being exposed throughly to the works of George Orwell and Anthony Burgess, I have developed a sort of fascination with the depiction of the "not-so-distant-future" as seen by those between 1940s to 1970s. Everything is always exaggerated, futuristic machines are always square and silver. And instead of doing incredibly new tasks, they just do regular everyday tasks, but in a faster more efficient way, for example the "speakwrite" and "telescreen" from Nineteen Eighty-Four.

ANYWAY, it turns out that band "No Doubt" have decided to embrace and use this exact interest I was harboring when designing their look for their upcoming reunion tour. Obviously I'm not all "OMG! They totally copied me!", that's absurd, how could they possibly even know who I am let alone steal my idea? It just strikes me as odd that an entirely different entity had the same thought that I did. Though of course it may just be an attempt to cash-in on this whole 80s-synthpop-revival that dominating the pop charts at this very moment, rather than break any real artistic ground. I guess it's pretty funny how I don't even like their music and the only way I found out about this was during an extensive Wikipedia lurk to fufil my curiosity to find out what's happening in the world today.
It would however be slightly heartbreaking if Outer Party drones and Droogs suddenly became overwhelmingly popular and then sucked dry by every avaiable media company bent on feeding their greed through every new trend that gains momentum.

++ on a more positive note; I just watched Un Chien Andalou and really enjoyed it. I'm really happy Stella lent it to me :)

Sixith

I want to direct music videos.
Music has always been an important aspect of my life and this way I'd be able to collaborate with it and create a worthwhile by-product, sort of like an outlet for inspiration I get from from music.
The only issue is the commercial appeal of music videos, which might make it hard to create a career out of directing videos. With the rise of the internet and the decline of music television it doesn't seem like bands&performers really need big budget videos anymore. Though that's not really that bad, it's not the size of the production that's important, rather just the production itself.
I think it would be really enjoyable, you'd be able to travel quite a lot and create a massive variety of different things. That's what I really like about the production of music videos, there are so many different kinds of performers and you'd be able to try everything and explore many different avenues. I especially enjoy the videos of Chris Cunningham. He's able to create something beautiful like the "All Is Full Of Love" video for Bjork and at the same time create something disturbing and funny like the videos for "Windowlicker" and "Come To Daddy" by Aphex Twin.

Fifth.

My top 5 favourite songs of this veryvary moment (not in any kind of order though, they are all equally good):

Patrick Wolf - Overture
Moby - Shot In The Back Of The Head
Nine Inch Nails - Terrible Lie (Any live version as well)
Opeth - Face Of Melinda
Napalm Death - Sink Fast, Let Go

A bit of a varied list I know :P
But what good is a personal music collection if you can't be multifarious?

Thursday, the 7th of May.

I took a series of pictures this evening whilst listening to "Shot In The Back Of The Head" by Moby.
I wanted to try and capture what I was feeling after each time I heard the song and how my perception of it would change after I had become very familiar with it, to the point where it fades into background noise and takes on the role of a blanket.

Afternoon:


Evening:


Late Night:

Fourth.

Not too much has happened today Bloggyblogblog (I just added Bloggyblogblog to my firefox dictionary, the english language shall crumble under the threat of my made-up words muahahahahahaha!).
I went to the doctor this morning. I've been getting this strange rashy-like thing on my face, neck and chest these past few days, it's odd though, like it only ever appears at nighttime. She wasn't too sure what was the cause of it, but we chalked it down to possibly either an allergic reaction to something (either food, clothing or some component in mirtazapine (which so far seems to be the leading candidate)) or possibly stress. I haven't really been under too much stress lately though :/
Anyway, I'm going to undergo a blood test this coming Monday. It'll be good to get one anyway to see where my level of IRON is at and whether I need some more highly concentrated iron tablets. Exciting stuff, I'll be able to gaze into a beaker filled with my own blood.

These next few days should leading up to Monday should also be exciting.
Friday: Seeing Ben at 2:30 PM - We haven't hung out in 2 weeks or so, it shall be very good to see him again :D
Saturday: Open house at 12:oo PM to 12:45 PM, Intrusive and awkward, not recommended to anyone D;
Sunday: Seeing Stella after she completes her English tutoring class :D

Third.

Ce que je sais, pourrait détruire tout l'univers.


This is not a negative blog. Just a line from an imaginary song I had stuck in my head today, I thought it looked quite nice when it was translated into French. Especially how the French language sometimes replaces your chosen word with a better one. In this case; "worlds" was substituted with "universe" haha.
This was originally going to be just a tweet, but twitter didn't really do it too much justice, the explanation had to be cut in half in order to accommodate twitter's word limit.

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Second. (though closer to "First.2")

I found this pear in the fruit bowl this evening. It's quite curious, it's like a hybrid of an apple and a pear. I think I'll call him Sebastian. I should make up a back story for Sebastian then as well.

Lets seeEeEeeeEeeEeEeeee:

Sebastian was one those fruits who had an unfortunate childhood. He was different from all the other pears in his family and continuously chastised because of it. It got to the point where he really couldn't take the abuse anymore so he packed up and rolled out of the farm where his family lived.
He traveled around the countryside for a few weeks before hitching a ride into the city. He loved his in time in the city, he met so many wonderful fruits and made many strong and long lasting friendships. No one there seemed to mind that he looked half-appleish and in fact they praised him for it and thought he looked really original.
Being the toast of the town took it's toll on Sebastian however. He couldn't keep up with the lifestyle; the endless clubs, drugs and other exploits. Sebastian had read about a few openings for new fruit to join the "fruit bowl work force", the idea of relaxing in a nice, quiet home with a loving human family really appealed to him. Passing the qualifications was a little tricky, all the officers assumed he wasn't quite ripe yet due to his discoloured appearance. He was able to qualify in the end though, after a few exercises proving that he was a still a worthwhile fruit, no matter what colour he happened to be. Sebastian bid farewell to all his new city friends and took the first bus to Palm Beach, where he arrived at his target fruit bowl and found himself quite comfortable and welcomed.

First.

Well well well, a new new blog you say? -raised eyebrow-
It's not my fault! D:
Blogspot stole my original blog and hid it from me, like a dog stealing the carcass of a long dead and eaten chicken and then burying it in the backyard. Well not really like that at all, that would imply my blog was left unmanned and considered "expired of all substance", I'll have you know that was a healthy and up to date blog!
It took quite a lot of effort to create this one. I had to create a gmail account in order to be allowed to create a new google account.

Anyway let's get down to blogging business;
I didn't get up to too much this weekend, I've been feeling a bit sick to be honest. I think it's one of those blasted wintery colds that terrorize people for months on end. That being said I still choose winter as my most favourite of favourite seasons.
As of late I have been interested in:
George Orwell
Seahorses
Sea Monsters and myths relating to them
& myths relating to vampires