this is definitely not my day

I wrote out a huge rant about all the shit things in my day then deleted it because it just sounded like shit.

Its ten minutes to 2 o clock in the morning. You can't sleep. Block exams start in like 10 hours. You should be asleep by now. You think it's probably because you've just finished reading a really sad, heavy book. It's on your mind, it's stopping you from drifting into the oblivious. Or maybe it's the energy drink you had not that long ago to keep you awake, working. Or it's probably because when you stay up late enough, you loose the urge to feel tired. Then you remember. You realise why you have felt sick and uneasy and restless ever since night turned to morning. You remember what day it is, what day it would have been. You feel heavy all of a sudden. You didn't think it would affect you this much. It does, it always will. Your heart remembers before your mind does. He probably doesn't even remember what today is. Was.

the avant garde of hair design

Fucking awesome!

illustrations by julia pott

The dance is so cute!!

so naive

dam you private school rules and regulations

As soon as I have a break long enough for colour dyes to fade, I'm going to do something crazy with my tips, I was thinking blue.. although the pink looks pretty fucking sweet as well.

i love my girlies

Just a quick rant about how much I love my girlfriends (not meaning, a bunch of lesbian relationships obv) I get so protective over these girls that sometimes I feel like I'm a big mother hen to them all, (aw wow now I have an awkward mental picture of my face pasted onto a hens body and all my friends laying under me) Okay enough similes, point being I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALL AND I WOULD ACTUALLY LOOSE MY SHIT TO ANYONE THAT HURTS YOU.

i wish i was

Whenever I feel so painfully repulsed by my workload I like to play the "I wish I was" game.. here we go;





I wish I was in the countryside of England in a big yellow brick crumbly old house with secret rooms and attics. I would spend my days lying in their daisy fields and gazing over the hillsides from the top branch of an old oak tree.




I wish I was in New York City in an extremely expensive hotel room chilling in one of their plush dressing gowns and slippers. I would buy a shit load of room service and watch breakfast at tiffany's.





I wish I was in a little cabin in Alaksa or Canada (is it winter over there.. I don't think it is.. pretend it's winter). The snow would be falling outside and I would be curled up under a giant faux fur blanket with a steaming hot mug of creamy cocoa. I would be playing scrabble with some cute guy and then he would teach me how to ski (which would be quite the task considering I'm physically disabled when it comes to skiing).




I wish I was in a cubby house in the middle of an extremely dense forest, preferably in America writing a novel.

I wish I was ANYWHERE BUT HERE.

SHOUT OUT

I've been meaning to do a blog shout out for like months.... ANYWAY, so here's all the blogs I recommend you to all click and browse asap:

1. family comes first,
ninjas, cowboys & pirates
definitely click if you're into remix galore, some rad pictures and long rants about architecture

2. my beautiful best friend,
bigmouth strikes again
definitely click if you're into weird and wonderful photos and the odd rant about love

3. my second brother,
hunters of peace
definitely click if you again, are a fan of techno, electro, remix you get the drift and sweet pictures

4. c00lest photographer to date,
jacob lambert
pretty much just click no matter what, you will be in awe of these incredible photographs

5. the always lovely bec parker,
indecisive
definitely click if you are a fan of lovely photographs and beautiful writing

6. future fashion designer,
emily mcguire
definitely click if you want to see some amazing raw talent for creating clothes

I think that'll do me for now, although I have a feeling a forgot heaps so I'll most probably do another shout out in the near future. Now scurry along, exit this blog and check out the ones above!

good-bye

I'm growing so leave me alone.

hesitation is a load of shit

Lately many of my girlfriends have spoken to me about all the reasons why they shouldn't do this and do that, hesitating about everything! Because of all this constant doubt emanated around me from my friends, I have realized that hesitation, is a load of shit. I mean honestly, if you are mulling over something so much, it means that right at that moment, it's what you want. Maybe not completely.. and of course that leads to a mistake. But that moment of hesitation will last a lot longer and you may avoid it that time, but the fact is.. you're probably going to make that mistake later in life anyway. Adolescence is only an excuse for so long, so I think we should just sponge it up, fuck up a little then blame it on our developmental crisis.

hurt + love

school is just a lame burden

School work is like a jail, it keeps you from thinking about things you want to think about, from allowing you to soak up all the inspiration flowing around you always. I have so many things I want to talk about and write about and read about and look at and do! I can't do these because I have to write some bullshit pointless essay on dramatic elements or on 'what art really is'. Art is the freedom to express what you feel! And frankly, writing about that is not art therefore SHOULD NOT be included in the subject. Tonight I have a feeling I will be doing lots of rants on this and that, everything building up that I'M GOING TO TALK ABOUT rather than doing my drama essay or whatever :)

future

At lunch today my group split into two when it came to whether gap year's are a good thing or not. Some of the girls thought that it was a waste of time, that the 3 month break between school and uni is enough. That you'd get lonely and loose touch with people. Myself and only two other girls thought the opposite. I speak for myself, but I think there is absouletly nothing wrong with taking a break from education. I'd rather not be that person that just jumps into a uni course, without knowing 100% that's what I want to do. I figure if I live a little, work and save up and travel somewhere. If I live and not have to worry about assessment due dates and stuff for however long it takes, I'll be in a far better environment to feel inspired and make decisions on what I love doing most. There's no right or wrong way of course. But I'm personally so excited to get out and see all the things I read about. This is a quote from one of my favourite books, Looking for Alaska; "I'm not going to be one of those people who sit around talking about what they're gonna do. I'm just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present." That sums up my view perfectly.

some interior distractions

I'm planning on re-vamping my room these coming holidays, as although I love it I really want to swap it up a little and maybe find some old wallpaper and some new book shelves. My current wall mounted shelves ones are sagging insanely and I feel like it's going to crash on my desk any given second.. These are a few photos of lovely rooms I've had laying around.

workworkwork

So I was at work on Saturday (the picture isn't of my cafe but I wish I was.. oh and the skull cake also isnt' sold at gloria jeans, although I wish it was..) anyway, and let's just say it was a pretty shit day. 8 hour shift dragged on and on. Finally it was like 40 minutes to go and I'm doing a bin run when I met the most lovely Indian workers from Choice. They held every door open and all the gates to the bins, even if that meant extra waiting time for them. I was so happy from their kindness I was bouncing off back to the shop without returning my trolley. I realised I didn't return the trolley so I ran back done to Coles, got there, then realised I had a KMART trolley so I had to run back up to the other end of the plaza. Let's just say that killed off the good mood provided by the lovely Indian co-workers. This is a fairly pointless rant, only moral really being that I'm never going to judge an Indian on work ethics ever again, no matter how many times they ring my house to sell shit!