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Obsession:
I'm told it's Martin Pearson
Food:
Nothing
Television:
Dawson's Creek
Movie:
Return of the King
Video/DVD:
Bad Eggs (sux!)
Reading:
The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkien
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Mm... Ewan...
Zelda, and her rarecandy
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My thoughts in a tangible format, accompanied by pictures that don't belong to me and come from all over the place. |
Monday, January 5, 2004 09:18 p.m.
Currently listening to: The Christians and the Pagans, Dar Williams
I've been back for a couple of days, but I know this page is running low on space, and I have a whole no-code-for-CuteFTP-problem. I'll fix it soon, but anyway... Happy 2004, year of the Olympics! Woodford was fantastic. I spent about four hundred dollars, which would probably add up to as much as I've spent at every other Woodford put together. Everyone got along as well as could be hoped, and German Daniel wasn't too out of place, although he still gives me a weird vibe. Rebecca Wright is my new favourite Woodford musician, and Martin Pearson is my new favourite everything. This coming Saturday we're having an after-party, which I am muchly looking forward to.
I have now officially seen all three Lord of the Rings movies; I saw Return of the King for the second time this morning. I started reading The Two Towers yesterday. So far it's good. Oh, news along those lines: I still have a "crush" on Jason from HMV. Not that I'd ever let anyone know. I like people to believe that I am emotionless (just like GC) when it comes to those sorts of things. I don't like like him. He was just nice to me once or twice when I worked there for a month. That's how pathetically alone I am. You want to be nice to me for what appears to be no reason? You will suddenly appear far more attractive to me than you had previously. I'm fuct in the head.
Happy New Year! The End.
Wednesday, December 24, 2003 10:11 p.m.
Currently listening to: Meet You There, Simple Plan
Merry Christmas Eve! After today I'm off for nine days. Yay! Nine glorious days of no work, and no nothing that I have to do. The End.
Monday, December 23, 2003 06:17 p.m.
I love you Richey. Happy birthday.
Tuesday, December 16, 2003 12:31 a.m.
Currently listening to: Last Christmas, Manic Street Preachers [Wham! cover]
Currently wearing: pyjamas
Currently feeling: Pretty jiggy!
Reason for feeling: STAT scores came back; I did better than ninety-nine percent of people who have done the test since 1992.
Current task: Making a "Contemporary Christmas Mix CD"
Most recent purchase: Another magic wand, this one two dollars
People left to buy Christmas gifts for: five
Currently downloading: Meet You There, Simple Plan
Current regret: Not going to bed early enough
Current hope: That Daniel is found. No one can be lost forever, especially not some one with a twin to take care of.
The End.
Monday, December 15, 2003 01:49 p.m.
Currently listening to: French Diplomacy, Boy
This song is cool! This band is cool! Download and listen, people.
Friday, December 12, 2003 11:34 p.m.
Currently listening to: Numb, Linkin Park
There's a boy from Siena that has been missing since Sunday. We heard that they found him dead, but it was only a rumour. Thank God. He has a twin brother; it just couldn't happen that one thirteen-year-old twin from my old school could die. This just isn't meant to happen here, it's not. The End.
Thursday, December 11, 2003 11:21 p.m.
Currently listening to: New Year's Project, Further Seems Forever
CKY! CKY! Yeah! Right, so I'm getting Infiltrate, Destroy, Rebuild by CKY for Christmas from Mum, and am muchly excited. Anna has bought me a surprise CD; the clue I've been given for what it is was this: she was kind of embarrassed when purchasing, but not as embarrassed as she was when buying the Guy Sebastian CD for Kathryn. And I'll definitely like it, apparently. Hmm. It's still a mystery.
We (Mum, Anna, Kathryn and I) went to Chermside today. It was good shit. I got some more Christmas shopping done, and listened to the new songs on Tori Amos' 'Best Of' CD that came out last week at a listening station in a CD store. They're really good, so I'm going to be adding a CD to my really long list of CDs to get for the first time in ages. It's the best 'Best Of' I've ever seen; I absolutely love almost every song on it.
Christmas is in exactly two weeks, and I'm thrilled! Yayness! The End.
Monday, December 8, 2003 05:51 p.m.
Currently listening to: The District Sleeps Alone Tonight, The Postal Service
About a month ago Kathryn and I were going to stalk an incredibly beautiful guy at the Plaza, but lost him before we could. Today we found him. He was working at the Kawana Gloria Jean's. Seriously, this is the hottest boy in the entire world, and he was right there! Oh, I also got the Labyrinth soundtrack for nine dollars, which is obviously an extreme bargain. The End.
Wednesday, December 3, 2003 010:50 a.m.
Currently listening to: Homo Christmas, Pansy Division
You'll probably get sweaters, underwear and socks,
But what you'd really like for Christmas is a nice hard cock...
This is the funniest Christmas song ever. EVER. Screw Funky, Funky Christmas, thats's nothing compared to how flamin' gay this song is. I love Christmas, because I always download a shit-load of weird non-traditional Christmas songs. My best discovery last year was Fairytale of New York, and so far this year I've found nothing as good, but I'm still looking. Earlier this morning I found an original Good Charlotte Christmas song, which I think may just be Benji and Joel, because it's all acoustic and stuff. It's pretty good, but man, Joel bugs me. I'm still waiting for Eric Cartman's version of O Holy Night (which, incidently is my favourite traditional Christmas carol) to download; I haven't got it on this computer yet because I was at Dad's house for almost all of the Christmas season last year, and by the time I got back here the need for the song had passed. Oh, and another South Park one: Kyle's Lonely Jew on Christmas. Love that song.
Obviously, now that I have no parties or anything along those lines to look forward to, I can get back to being really, really excited about Christmas again. I'm catching the train to Brisbane this afternoon so that I can take my STAT test for uni tomorrow, but before that I'm going Christmas shopping with Anna for two hours. Yayness! I think that's enough Chrictmas crap for now, so I'll just be going. I'll be back from Brisbane tomorrow afternoon. The End.
Edited to add: Yes! 12 Pains of Christmas downloaded! I love this song, and I have no idea why I didn't already have it on this computer. Yes!
Tuesday, December 2, 2003 10:59 a.m.
Currently listening to: Still Fighting It, Ben Folds
So maybe I'm not going to talk about Jemma's party after all. Talking about things that relate to people other than me has gotten me into a shit-load of trouble before, why wouldn't it do so again? I don't know what to think or feel anymore. But I never did in the past; why should I start being all emotionally knowledgable now? Oh, one thing I will say about it, though. 'Carbonated' is not a smart word, and it beats the hell out of 'fizzy'. What the fuck is fizzy, anyway? It's carbonated or nothing. The End.
Monday, December 1, 2003 12:22 p.m.
Currently listening to: November, Azure Ray
OK, so the pictures are working now. I don't know what the hell was going on.
Monday, December 1, 2003 11:59 a.m.
Currently listening to: Burger Queen, Placebo
Oh crap. Why are none of my pictures here working? CRAP. This had better be a temporary thing. I was going to talk about Jemma's party (not that I want to), but now this has stressed me out too much.
I don't want you to feel guilty, or responsible,
Don't feel bad, nothing you did could save me.
I know that I've always relied on you too much
And now that you're gone, maybe you worried a little
But don't worry, I'm fine, I suppose I'll live,
Because You're NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ME
You never were, you didn't need to be. I promise.
And though it hurts that you can't love me now
Like you did before
I'm living with that as well, I know that I'm to blame.
And I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I have so much to be sorry for.
And I swear that I am,
Even for the things I don't remember doing wrong.
I'm sorry
I'm sorry.
Friday, November 28, 2003 07:07 p.m.
Currently listening to: Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart, HIM
One of my favourite slash authors' dog just died. I'm such a fuckin' loser that I'm crying. I was pretty happy a few minutes ago, and then I read that, and she's so sad, and now my face is all soggy and shit. Ok, I took a break to cook dinner (lots of tofu cut into squares, in a frying pan with no oil, covered in honey and pepper... mm, good), and so now I feel better. The HIM is helping.
Anyway, the reason I was feeling kind of happy was that today I bought The Best Skirt Ever. I'm not kidding, there is no skirt in the world that is better than this one. It's so hot that it's making me want to have my wicked way with myself! Yay for self-love. It's kind of medium length, and black, and there's two layers. The one on the top is mesh, and it laces up with leather frickin' thonging. It's so beautiful... Yay for me! I went to the Plaza on my way to work, but also to find a skirt to wear to Jemma's party. Boy, did I ever! The End.
Friday, November 28, 2003 09:55 a.m.
Currently listening to: Bionic, King Adora
Oh my God. I just realised that in this song, when Maxi says he's got to get himself some speed he means the drug, and not, well, quick movement. Guh, stupid! Stupid me! Aww... he wants drugs! How cute!
For everyone's information, I could be so goth that it hurts if I wanted to be. It just takes too much effort. But if I decide to bother some time, man, you will all be freaking right the hell out. I mean it. I dressed up last night, as I do, and I looked damn cool. I am not punk. I'm just experimenting with this stereotype for awhile. I was gothin' my arse off with little effort three years ago. But I like red, dammit! Can I help that? No! But I'm not punk, either. I swear, I'm trying it out, that's it. Right at this moment my playlist has Placebo and King Adora and Miss Black America on it! I love everything! I love everyone! I love you... No, I don't love anyone except da muuuuusic. Damn, I'm tired.
Jemma's party is on Saturday. I'm catching the train down, whee! All by myself, though. My pen has crapped itself, so if I can't get a new one today I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. I've written so much lately, and now that my pen is dead I feel kind of lost. Oh, but I can't wait for Jemma's party. I have to prove (that spelling is correct but it looks damn wrong) that I can both drink and be drunk without making a fool of myself, and shaming the world. I am strong! I'm a slut! No, that's just a non-alcohol related feeling I'm getting. Every time the opportunity has ever presented itself I've been right there, going for it. I'm a slut that isn't slutty. God, I really, really don't like myself as a person. No wonder I have no friends left. Right.
So here's how it goes: any time in the future, if I ever get drunk again, I'm to ignore anyone that I could possibly find attractive, on the off-chance (more like unlikely chance) that they could think the same of me. Then I spend the night talking to people I know about boring topics, like the weather, while keeping away from topics I've covered in the past (sex acts, masturbation, gay men, famous men that I think are in love with each other, and other embarrassments), while removing no items of clothing. If all else fails, I will sing Heroine, Big Isn't Beautiful or Suffocate to myself very quietly (for some reason these are my drunk idiot songs), while thinking about how in love Tony and Benji are. I will not, under any circumstances, tell anyone what I'm thinking about. If anyone asks why I have a stupid smile on my face, the best reponse is "I don't know."
Is there anything else I need to remember? Wait... yes. I mustn't bring up anything embarrassing that has happened to Jemma in the past. Nothing. I don't want a repeat performance of what happened when I brought up the time Beau asked Anna out "for real" at the Christmas lights to Beau at Candice's birthday party. Yeah, it was funny; but making Beau feel uncomfortable is funny. I don't want to ruin Jemma's party for her, I really don't. I think that's it. The End.
Thursday, November 27, 2003 10:31 a.m.
Currently listening to: For You To Notice..., Dashboard Confessional
So I took this quiz, and apparently...
You are pansexual.
What is your sexual orientation?
brought to you by Quizilla
Good to know! The End.
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 10:04 p.m.
Currently listening to: Long Days, Long Nights, Mest
I love Mest again! Sure, I loved them before, but I'd kind of moved on. Well, fuck that! I love Mest! I love Tony, and I love Jeremiah, and I... haven't decided how I feel about Matt, and I think Nick is hilarious. About Matt... I dunno, I think the problem is that he doesn't seem gay enough for me. Not like Tony and Jeremiah; those boys are flamin'! And Tony and Benji are so in love. Man, I need to get over this again.
I have been invited to Jemma's birthday party, for this Saturday. Yes, me; I was invited to something. And I can't wait! I swear, I am going to make myself have fun for once, even if it kills me. And I'm not going to embarrass myself like I always do. I will combat my shame. Yay! The End.
Monday, November 24, 2003 06:31 p.m.
Currently listening to: Got to Go, Mest (Jaded single b-side)
Mum's not coming home for hours, so tonight I'ma get fuct. Livin' in my head and shit. I've found another song in which Tony admits his homosexuality. Ok, not, but this song is very much about him and Benji. So it's on repeat. I'm listening to Tony sing about his boyfriend, drinking Diet Coke, and wearing no pants. I've got underwear though, so no complaints please. It's too hot for pants. I'm off to dance to Mest. Different song of theirs now...
If I could be anything at all
I'd be an angel, spread my wings and fly away
But I'm stuck here on the ground
So I'll see you around
You'll hear me piss and moan and complain.
An angel, Tony? You're so gay. I love you.
Monday, November 24, 2003 12:48 p.m.
Currently listening to: Richard Marxism, Mest
Benji Madden and Tony Lovato are so in love. So, so in love.
Monday, November 24, 2003 12:19 p.m.
Currently listening to: Cute Without the E (cut from the team), Taking Back Sunday
This is one of those songs... just one of those songs that make you leap from your chair and dance like you're special. I seriously think that if this song doesn't make you go "Eeee! Yay!" then you have no soul. Eeeeee! Yay! "And all of thiiiiis was all your faaaauuult!" Aww, it's over.
It's exactly one month and one day until Christmas, and I'm getting excited. Mum said that we could put the Christmas tree up next week, and I can't wait. I'm definitely more excited about this than I usually am. The End.
Saturday, November 22, 2003 11:13 p.m.
Currently listening to: 36 degrees, Placebo
Placeeeeebo! I'm listening to Brian again, for what could possibly be the first time since when I saw them back in July. I've been listening to music like this all day; King Adora, and Robin Black, and Miss Black America and Rachel Stamp. Mmm, good.
Friday, November 21, 2003 10:34 p.m.
Currently listening to: a list of fifty-five memory-related songs
God dammit! For some reason it smells like a wine and cheese night in here. Aw... it's up to One Man One Woman, the best ABBA song ever! Coming up soon: Holocaust- Placebo and Don't Speak My Mind- Miss Black America. Mm, good list.
I've survived four fifths of my five-day working week. Just tomorrow to go. I've only made it this far because hey, it's all about the money. As of right now my box 'o savings contains four hundred and seventy dollars. That's, like, the most money I've ever had! And that doesn't even include my non-saving money that's just for spending! I am so cool.
Thursday, November 20, 2003 10:41 a.m.
Currently listening to: Walking on Broken Glass, Mest
I always forget how much I love this song until I listen to it again. And I do, I love it ever-so-much. Tony Lovato makes me think of sex. He's like, a metaphor for it. Not even me and sex, just the act in general. Maybe it's because I think about Tony and Benji together so much; but then again, it could just be that I'm one fuct up kid. BenjiAndTonyAreSoInLove! The End.
Edited 11am to add: Funky, Funky Christmas is the BEST CHRISTMAS SONG EVER! What ever the fuck kick the ballistics, Santa Claus means, it's definitely hilarious.
Wednesday, November 19, 2003 10:15 p.m.
Currently listening to: I'll Catch You, The Get Up Kids
Australian Idol Winner=Guy. Fuck you, Australia. Millsy should have won. Fuck you. The End.
Wednesday, November 19, 2003 11:49 a.m.
Currently listening to: Luka, Suzanne Vega
Surely I'm not the only person that thinks that Benji Madden and Ronald McDonald look similar. Especially that Ronald at the McDonalds in the giant petrol station on the highway to Brisbane. I mean, kind of "heavy", eyeliner tears, stripes... Like brothers. The End.
Tuesday, November 18, 2003 09:28 p.m.
Currently listening to: Little Red Corvette, Prince (first time in ages!)
I swear, I really did have something to say. But bugger if I have no idea what I was. So I'll talk about my day. I had a bit of extra money left over this week, because I bought no CDs on the weekend. So when I was at the Plaza on my way to work I figured I'd start my Christmas shopping early. Well, forget that. As soon as I went into HMV and saw that Black Cherry by Goldfrapp was on sale for twenty dollars there was no way I'd be buying anything else. Stupid, weak me; always buying things I don't need. Bah.
I was supposed to get Wednesday and Saturday off this week. With Katherine gone, I'm now working five days in a row! Oh fantastic. The only good thing about it is that I'll get more money, and so can save faster for GC. And Mest, of course. And quitting. I need to save for quitting this damn job. The End.
Monday, November 17, 2003 01:33 p.m.
Currently listening to: Not Me, Not I, Delta Goodrem
Oh my God. I just rang work to find out when I'm working tomorrow, and Desley told me Katherine's leaving. Leaving?! When the hell did that happen? She certainly wasn't leaving on Friday. And she was the one that told me I should give at least two weeks notice before I leave. Does that rule not apply to her? What the hell am I supposed to do? Chantelle has already said that when Katherine goes she goes too, so now what? I'll be the person that's been there the longest, and there's no way I can deal with that. I'm not even brave even to ring and order things, what happens when no one is left to do it for me? I've got to get out of there, I've just got to.
On a happier note, doesn't Delta Goodrem's songs feel Christmas-like? I ate a mango before, and that felt Christmasy too. It's probably very childish, but I am looking forward to it so much this year. I can't wait until we set up the Christmas tree, and I've bought lots of presents for people, and they're all there, under the tree. I can't wait until I can start listening to Funky, Funky Christmas by New Kids On The Block without feeling really stupid (as opposed to a little stupid). I think I'll start making a list of people I need to get presents for today. Damn that'll be fun ^_^. The End.
Monday, November 17, 2003 10:06 a.m.
Currently listening to: Superman, Eminem
I'm baa-ack. Actually, I got back on Saturday night, but you can just stop yr bitchin' right now. This song is dah sex, baby. It makes me want to writhe, WRITHE. Not many people say writhe anymore. Sux. I ate a whole tube of cookie dough yesterday, and it made me feel really sick. So I'm kind of... exercising, and stuff today. And tomorrow. And for weeks and weeks, until I'm Billy-sized. I will not be fat when I finally get to see my boys. Not fat. No. Fuck you!
Best thing about my weekend: pink shoelaces for a buck! One dollar! Yeah! The End.
Thursday, November 13, 2003 10:20 a.m.
Currently listening to: Long Goodnight, The Get Up Kids
Mum's birthday was yesterday, and I got her a grand present: Coldplay's second album (she loves them for some reason), the Where is the Love single by the Black Eyed Peas, and a blank cassette. Ok yeah, I used the tape to copy Coldplay for her car. She liked the present, I think, especially because she knows how embarrassing I would have found purchasing a Colplay CD. So yay me, then.
I have to leave for work in an hour, and I don't want to, I don't want to. It suuuux. Anyway, wish me no getting into trouble today. The End.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003 11:41 p.m.
Currently listening to: Nothing Better, The Postal Service
I'm exercising! I'm fat, and don't you dare deny it. I also came up with this ghettofab outfit yesterday (though it isn't really ghettofab, I just like that fake word), and part of it is this dress that I need to lose weight to look good in. It's a goth-princess outfit. Look at me, I'm being a stereotype again. And I love it. The End.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003 02:17 p.m.
Currently listening to: Picture in the Paper, The New Amsterdams
I'm going to Beaudesert again on Friday night, yay! I'm not being sarcastic, either; I love going. It's like a holiday. Okay, I need to have a shower now because I feel really dirty. No work tomorrow, so I'll be staying up late, whee fun! The End.
Monday, November 10, 2003 03:21 p.m.
Currently listening to: Play Crack the Sky, Brand New
I got back from Brisbane, if "just got back" means that I got back three hours ago. Why was in Brisbane? I stayed at Candice's house last night. Yes, it was bizarre, why do you ask? Not bizaare in a bad way, though. We went to the city, and I bought myself some more Conor (one CD to go! Yes!), and a Junior Senior single, and we went to the movies and saw Kill Bill. I was funny, I think. And Lauren and Beau were there a lot of the time, and I always have fun talking to them. No Beau, you did not tell me to listen to Mest, or the Manics, or anything else.
I'm a bad person. Everything is my fault. I don't fit in at all. 'I'm not a goth, but oh how I could be if I tried!', she thought, though she knew full well she lacked in dedication. What about colour? What about the red that I love so much? Can I cast it out, so that I might be how I would be prefered? I've read the definition and I'm told it's not necessary, but what if necessity is in the eyes of the beholder and clothes of the believer? What if, what if?
When I start writing, it's hard to continue along the path of logic and sense. The End.
Friday, November 7, 2003 11:47 p.m.
Currently listening to: Life as Expected, Commander Venus
Mrs Badinski called tonight, and invited us to something alcoholic (or that's how I'm going to describe it), but we can't go; visiting grandparents and all. I don't want to say what I'm thinking. Just not going to get into it.
I've saved three hundred and fifty dollars. Let me hear you say yeah! Let me hear you say Oh YEAH! Oh yeah. I'm on my way to GC. Or at least, I'm on my way to having enough money to see GC, no matter where they play. Sydney? I'm there! Yeah, GC! The End.
Thursday, November 6, 2003 10:51 a.m.
Currently listening to: My Other Car Is A Spaceship, Commander Venus
I'm back, I'm going to uni in Brisbane next year, and I GOT DEJA ENTENDU! Yeah, baby! It is one of the best CDs I own; there is only one song that I'm not absolutely, completely, utterly in love with. Oh, and this song I'm listening to now? Teenage Conor! Voice not yet broken! Sounds like a little girl! You can still tell it's him though, so... *bask*. I love that boy.
I have to leave for work in like half-an-hour; yay. No, not really. I went to the St John's Awards Night last night, and saw some hilarious performance art. Performance Art is never purposely entertaining. I'm sure the hilarity I was experiencing was purely accidental. But Anna won the Junior Cultural All-Rounder, so I guess that's a yay for her. What? Jealous? God no! I would never want to be as popular with everyone in the whole world as she is. Except that obviously I really, really would. But oh, Chris gave me money so that I could get a DC from the Coke machine. He is so lovely to me. If only he wasn't gay. And Rob gave me another hug, because for some reason both he and Chris have decided that they don't hate me. I love them. But not in that way. The End.
Monday, November 3, 2003 01:43 p.m.
Currently listening to: Believe, Yellowcard
Oh baby, here's me loving this song. Here's me, feeling like I'm too old again. Here's me wishing I could be an idiot high schooler hanging out at the "mall". Here's my still desperate-as-ever want to be "popular"; here's me dancing around the house like a maniac. Good thing no one's home, that's all I can say! Resurrection is next up on my playlist, and you cannot listen to that song sitting still. All HIM song are far too sexual for their own good. Stupid thing to say/write, right? Well, it's true. Ville Valo's voice makes me want to molest someone or something.
I'm going to Brisbane for a meeting with QTAC on Wednesday, which I may have mentioned already. Not only does this mean I get a day off work, it also means that I was able to convince Mum that it would be a grand idea to drive into the city, to a certain HMV... Yep, I'm getting Deja Entendu two days after it's released here! Yes! I love Brand New so much that it hurts. The End.
Saturday, November 1, 2003 11:52 p.m.
Currently listening to: Living Dead, Mest
you're "a perfect sonnet". you are still
searching for someone that's perfect for you,
and until you find that person you wish
horrible, horrible things would happen to
everyone that's in love.
which bright eyes' song are you?
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Aww... I love that song! I love you, Conor.
Work was weird today because both bosses were really nice to me. I got all the shifts I wanted for next week, yay! I've got all these non-work things next week, like staying overnight at the O'Sullivans, going to my meeting with QTAC about going to uni in Brisbane next year (yep, actually going now!), and visiting the Beaudesert grandparents. Being non-work type busy makes me happier. The End.
Friday, October 31, 2003 11:45 p.m.
Currently listening to: Monkey Gone To Heaven, The Pixies
Sure, I'm not doing anything for Halloween. That doesn't mean I can't dress up for it anyway! This was the most Halloween-y song I could find. I've also been listening to Robin Black. I guess I could do with some Placebo and King Adora or something now. Oooh, Strawberry Gashes! Self-harm theme songs are great for Halloween! So I'm listening to that now. A second Happy Halloween, everyone! The End.
Friday, October 31, 2003 10:07 p.m.
Currently listening to: Okay, I believe you, but my Tommy Gun don't, Brand New
Happy Halloween, Folks and Folkies. Tomorrow it will have become November, and I don't know how comfortable I am with that. It's raining. It sounds beautiful; I hope it lasts forever, but obviously it won't. So I'm now thinking, maybe I'm not a lyricist? Maybe, is it possible I'm just a lowly poet?
My hand thinks I'm an artist but my heart knows I'm a poet
Thankyou, once again, for that sentiment, Conor. Bless.
Nothing ended up happening at Holly's. The Siena Awards Night is on tonight and her parents are making her go. But that's okay. I'd make any daughter of mine go, too. It's only fair. No one ever considers that; it's only fair to have to do what others had to do themselves. I had to go last year.
Oh hell no, don't tell me I'm trying to sound knowledgable again. I hate it when that happens. The End.
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