Responsibilites, chickens and locks.

This is the story of my crappy two hours.
I discovered that my house is hard to break into. Just FYI, it's irritatingly difficult, so don't even bother trying. Amusingly, I locked myself out of the house, that's how I discovered it too be so hard to break into. So, being locked out of my own house is actually not that bigger deal. It's fine, I was hungry, but it was soon to be the least of my worries.
One of my very dear friends is a dickhead.
She went to Sydney Market and bought a chicken because it was cute. And then her and her friend both didn't want it.
I'M SORRY BUT WHEN YOU BUY A FUCKING PET, YOU BUY IT TOO KEEP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm just annoyed that she's so irresponsible.
A chicken is a life. I little life, yes, but a life nevertheless. How can people be so careless, like with dogs and cats, they get them, and then they don't want them anymore.
Fucking hell.
People are so stupid.

Lights, action, canon!

I have a pretty awesome life right now.

I went through this stage where I was all doom and gloom, f*** love, boys suck, life is meaningless, blahblah period, and you know what? It sucked.
I feel sorry for me now, because I was missing out on life and it's awesomeness. I have a pretty awesome life, if I do say so myself.
I have the most beautiful friends anybody could ever ask for, who take care of me and look after me and make me laugh.
I have the bestest (I know it's not a word) sister in the entire world.

I'm not even kidding. This kid, who's younger than me by two years, should be my older sister. Maybe it's because I'm such a total ditz, and I have no clue about anything, but she takes care of my and makes me laugh and I love her to pieces and don't know what I'd do without her.
I love you Hol.

So, I got a camera for my birthday yesterday. My birthday's in September, but, I really wanted one now, so I'm going halves with my renticles for it. It's a canon 1000D EOS, and, I lobe it. It makes me happy.

I tell you what I don't love.
School work. I'm bored with my education.
Anywho, I thought this blog was going somewhere interesting, like Mexico, but obviously it's not, so, farewell.

What?

Wow, someone just asked me if I like anyone.
Sure, I like everyone.
But in a 'like like' (haha, how mature) kindof way, no I don't like anyone.
Anywho,
So this friend who just asked me who I like alost asked me if he thought he should play AFL next year (a sudden typing error just made me realise AFL is an anagram for ALF. Haha, my new nickname for gayFL has arrived!!) anywho, I said I it's not a good idea, based entirely on the fact I don't really like AFL because I've never been exposed to it. But really, if you want to do something, go ahead and do it.
This though, coming from the girl who was stopped by mere parents from ridding herself of hair. Regretable doesn't even cover it.

Hey, you, there, yes, you if you're reading this; 831. <3. Hahahaha, yes, I do!
Farewell.

Click.

I'm clicking my pen.
I'm one of those annoying people who click pens because a) they like the sound and often make a tune out of clicks, and b) enjoy the fact that it really annoys people. Once, last year, I think, I sat English tapping my pen against the table, constantly, just to see if the teacher would say something. He didn't, to my dismay, one of my friends behind me did. So impatient my friends are. But, I'm sure said teacher was getting irritated. Almost as irritated as myself, because he was droning on when nobody really cared. Sort of like now I guess.

I wrote heaps today. I love writing, putting pen to paper, using MY hand to make something happen, a letter, a symbol, a clique love heart drawn by thousands of girls over thousands of diaries, books, and desks. I love the scrawl, the scribble, and the flow of writing, it's not like typing, where you press different keys, which, unless you're like myself and type freakishly fast, there isn't a flow like there is with a pen. It's, a bit like magic.

Here's a photo I took; thought I'd just put it out there.

This, is space they cannot touch.

Spending time with a loved one is awesome. When you're comfortable with people, it's like, you're just 100% pure you. It's not like you have to pretend that you're cooler than you are, that you're smarter than you are, because these loved ones, these people, see through that, they know better, they know you, and clearly, they've accepted it. Why else would they stick around?

I think it's important not to hide things from people. Honesty really is the best policy and, if you can't be honest with someone, why are you even around them? What gives you the right as a friend, a lover, etc, to say 'well I'm not going to tell them the truth, because the truth hurts,' and to delude yourself into thinking that someone is better off not knowing what's going, leaving them in confusion when the truth is at last found out. Would you like being in the dark? Why base a relationship on lies and untruths? Why tell someone that you rock at cooking, when really, you'd burn water. Where is that going to get you? Having to explain it in the future. Honesty is the best policy. Which is why, when you're around those you trust completely, you don't have to lie, it's liberating.

I don't know, I just put alot of faith and trust into the people I call my friends. They make me who I am. I'm just putting it in writing how disappointed I'd be if my friends were all about deceit and fasçades.
<3 Over and out.

If I only had a brain.

Sometimes I wish I could just flick forward or back time. I wish I could change what's happened and create another pathway to take and leave the crap one behind; but then I remember, everything happens for a reason. It's not like by saving John Lennon from being killed is a bad thing, it's like, changing words said or things done won't stop you from being hurt, heart-broken, whatever, eventually. Everything happens for a reason; fate exsists.

The decisions we make today change what will happen tomorrow. Think about the last thing you said to a friend, a collegue, your mum, and consider, 'if I'da said this, instead of that, what would change? If you want to tell someone that you love them, but don't, and walk away, think 'What if this is the last thing I ever say to them?' I'll tell you why we don't say things like that; it's because we're afraid, not of or for ourselves, but of and for others. Why is asking someone something so hard to do? They're just words right? Wrong. They mould what we are and how we act. So when you go to say 'I love you,' to that someone whom you do love, think about this; if I chicken out, and I never see them again, will I regret not telling them.

Life is there to be lived. Live it loud and live it proud.

<3 Peace out man.

'How did that happen?'

I served this guy today.
Which is not actually that significant, because I serve hundreds of guys and eventually they all roll into this one ball of guys that I don't seem to register as individuals. But, this is guy was tall and handsome, and decent-looking (I should explain that further; he didn't seem arrogant, or self-assured, he seemed...comfortable) and has this gorgeous smile and he made my bones all want to melt. And that was before I actually served him. He made me laugh out loud, geninue, happy, not-putting-it-on-because-you're-paying-for-food laugh, and I loved that.
I liked it; smiling when he walked away, and smiling as I things over after that.

I guess I'm that place where you're heart isn't broken anymore, it's badly scarred, and scared, to beat again and feel something. I guess, after awhile, my mind kindof looks at a relationship as this thing that was just going to screw up again, make it hurt again, but I think with this guy, whom I'll never see and again and whom won't ever give me a second thought, he'd be able to make it beat, again.

I guess this guy who I'll never see again will never get that he gave me for more than a two dollar coin for four ice-cream cones, he also gave me hope.