I kind of feel like I'm in the middle of nowhere. I'm not doing much other than get each assignment done as they roll out at uni. I'm also stressing out a fair bit right now. So I need something to take my mind of things for a while. I need a life project. Now, I love writing, but it's hard to keep it up. As you can see with my sparse postings.
So if anyone is out there, throw me an idea. Give me something I could perhaps write about, photograph or just go out and do.
Sometimes we all need a little bit of a push.
So give me something.
Anything.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Last 24 hours as a teenager.
Soon I will turn 20 and that is a scary thought. I will no longer be categorized with the snotty, pimply and sexually frustrated teenager stereotype. I will become 'mature' in the eyes of the world. Because 20 is that much more different than 19.
What about 21? Why is that number so much more special than 20? Is there a fine line between 20 year olds and 21 year olds? The line between 19 and 20 year olds is much finer in the respect that you age another decade. It marks the beginning of your 'in my twenties...' stories.
Perhaps 20 should be the new 21. Either way, I sure do feel it to be so. However, to keep in with the times, I'm saving my big celebrations for my 21st as expectations in Australia do push for a higher acknowledgment of the later transitional age.
In closing I would like to say; bring on the roaring twenties, for they mean much more to me now, than simply a decade in the 20th century.
What about 21? Why is that number so much more special than 20? Is there a fine line between 20 year olds and 21 year olds? The line between 19 and 20 year olds is much finer in the respect that you age another decade. It marks the beginning of your 'in my twenties...' stories.
Perhaps 20 should be the new 21. Either way, I sure do feel it to be so. However, to keep in with the times, I'm saving my big celebrations for my 21st as expectations in Australia do push for a higher acknowledgment of the later transitional age.
In closing I would like to say; bring on the roaring twenties, for they mean much more to me now, than simply a decade in the 20th century.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Winter Again
It's a dark and dismal day outside with nothing to do but write. On days like these you always tend to sleep in and then you're thinking that you're wasting it, but you soon realise there is nothing really to waste when the weather is so bleak and darkness surrounds your world.
What is there to do on a cold rainy day? It's 17 degrees outside and only 2 days ago it was 31 degrees. This fluctuating weather is bound to stir up some flu epidemic. You'll probably see school children coughing everywhere and soon enough it'll reach you. It always reaches you. I mean, I finished school and thought that was all over, but now my boyfriend's mother is a primary school teacher - the worst place for flu riddled kids coughing and sneezing on everywhere and grabbing everything with their festering hands.
It's not that I don't like kids, I just thing most of them are too stupid and have no care for personal hygiene. Some people still don't. "GUY ON THE BUS: COVER YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH WHEN YOU COUGH, I DON'T WANT YOUR SHIT". It also doesn't help that you have no escape. One of the most disgusting things I saw was in Hong Kong airport. A little boy sitting near us started to pick his nose whilst staring intently at us, then wiping it on the seat he was on. Creepy little bugger. So next time you sit somewhere, think of all the little boys who've picked their noses there and wiped their hands on the seat.
What is there to do on a cold rainy day? It's 17 degrees outside and only 2 days ago it was 31 degrees. This fluctuating weather is bound to stir up some flu epidemic. You'll probably see school children coughing everywhere and soon enough it'll reach you. It always reaches you. I mean, I finished school and thought that was all over, but now my boyfriend's mother is a primary school teacher - the worst place for flu riddled kids coughing and sneezing on everywhere and grabbing everything with their festering hands.
It's not that I don't like kids, I just thing most of them are too stupid and have no care for personal hygiene. Some people still don't. "GUY ON THE BUS: COVER YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH WHEN YOU COUGH, I DON'T WANT YOUR SHIT". It also doesn't help that you have no escape. One of the most disgusting things I saw was in Hong Kong airport. A little boy sitting near us started to pick his nose whilst staring intently at us, then wiping it on the seat he was on. Creepy little bugger. So next time you sit somewhere, think of all the little boys who've picked their noses there and wiped their hands on the seat.
Not Here
Life is insane in the most delicious ways. Sometimes you can't make sense of it all. Its happenings rush through your mind whilst you try to fall asleep and then you awake more tired than you were before you even went to bed.
I can never find the time to write about things any more. I used to keep a diary and even managed to keep it up for about six years. But nowadays I just can't seem to find the time. Then trying to write about large pin-points in my life take too much time and I never want to start writing because I don't know when I'll be able to stop again.
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