Monday, January 31, 2011
word vomit.
Hi. My name is Natalie. I’ve never weighed fifty kilos at any point of my life so far. Even if I should.
I think I’m crazy sometimes, but I’m actually just really, really, really, really sane.
My middle name means Hope. But I still haven’t decided whether I was called that because I meant hope, or if I was the one that needed it.
I don’t sleep much. In fact, last night I tried to go to sleep at ten thirty. I was still trying to get to sleep at 2:22 when I checked the time on my phone for the billionth time.
Anyway, I decided to get up because there wasn’t much of a point in just lying there for any longer. And in the time between getting up and falling asleep (finally) at three-thirty-ish, I wrote you a nice lovely not very happy story to read. Yeah.
And then I woke up again and it was 6:57. Nice, four hours sleep and I didn’t even go out last night.
So I’m really tired? Like, really, really, really tired. My back hurts. And my bones ache. And I’m hungry and I think I need to put on weight to fit into my ball dress, it seems I’ve lost a bit over the summer. Argh. Fuck. The Ball.
Did I mention that I was rambling?
But seriously. Argh. Fuck. The Ball. It’s soon, isn’t it? Two and a half weeks too soon. Oh well. At least my dress is nice.
Yeah the one that’s being worn at like every single other ball across the…town…city. Saying town makes me feel like I'm in some American gangster movie. Not really my scene.
I was going to end this really long and pointless post (Who the hell reads this shit? I wouldn’t!) right there. But just a quick note.
Dear guys of the world: text speech is not a flattering look. On anyone. Please, you went to primary school for a reason. ‘Layta’ is not a word. And it takes just as much effort to type/text the original spelling, so why the hell do you deliberately make yourself look like a pathetic fail of a human being that can’t even speak their native tongue.
It’s not nice. And it hurts my eyes.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
divulgence.
the revelation isn't that you're a douchebag. what's funny is the fact that it took me this long to realise it. i'm usually one of those people that picks up this sort of thing right away, just by judging character, behaviour, actions and all that shiz. but this time, it's taken me nearly half a year to even say it, and i feel bad, but it's the truth. you're a pathetic little sad excuse for a person, honey, and it's like you don't even know it.
what's even better is that you don't even know that i know it.
i really do feel sorry for you.
but yeah, have fun climbing your social ladder. i hope it gets so unstable you fall off and break a few bones.
metaphorically speaking of course...
what's even better is that you don't even know that i know it.
i really do feel sorry for you.
but yeah, have fun climbing your social ladder. i hope it gets so unstable you fall off and break a few bones.
metaphorically speaking of course...
Saturday, January 29, 2011
illuminated
Time waits for no one,
So do you want to waste some time tonight?
Dont be afraid of tomorrow
Just take my hand, I'll make it feel so much better tonight.
Suddenly my eyes are open,
Everything comes into focus
We are all illuminated,
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding.
Swim in your sorrows,
And try delusion for a while,
It's such a beautiful lie
You've got to lose inhibition,
Romance your ego for a while,
Come on, give it a try.
Suddenly my eyes are open,
Everything comes into focus
We are all illuminated,
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding
We are, we are, blinding,
We are, we are, blinding.
So do you want to waste some time tonight?
Dont be afraid of tomorrow
Just take my hand, I'll make it feel so much better tonight.
Suddenly my eyes are open,
Everything comes into focus
We are all illuminated,
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding.
Swim in your sorrows,
And try delusion for a while,
It's such a beautiful lie
You've got to lose inhibition,
Romance your ego for a while,
Come on, give it a try.
Suddenly my eyes are open,
Everything comes into focus
We are all illuminated,
Lights are shining on our faces, blinding
We are, we are, blinding,
We are, we are, blinding.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
objection.
The topic for discussion today is: those random foreigners that add you on facebook.
Sometimes they're from India, sometimes they're from China, Indonesia, Malaysia, and on the off chance (I've had only one occasion), Brazil. But they're mostly from India.
The question isn't why they add you. The answer to that is simple: they are lonely people, in need of friends in their newly discovered cyber world, and they've chosen you for that role. Who knows why they chose me. But the question is, HOW. Seriously, out of all the millions of people on facebook, you have 27 friends. Why am I one of them? Did I advertise that I was looking for a foreign penpal whilst in some drunken stupor? Because I definitely do not remember if I did. And you'd hope that that isn't something one forgets.
Here's how it goes. You get an invite, contemplate accepting, sometimes you leave it for a while. Then you're like, oh what the hell, and you accept. Days pass. Months pass. Years...that theory hasn't been tested yet.
Anyway, after a while, you forget you've even accepted their invite. And then one day out of the blue, you're just scrolling down the newsfeed, stalking someone's photos or half way through writting a message when they start talking to you. They say things like 'hey wassup how r u whats going on?' over and over again until you reply with something along the lines of "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
And then they're like, 'oh sorry are you busy. how is life? u live in perth? my brother he is in perth.'
Yeah. I talk to randoms.
Sometimes they're from India, sometimes they're from China, Indonesia, Malaysia, and on the off chance (I've had only one occasion), Brazil. But they're mostly from India.
The question isn't why they add you. The answer to that is simple: they are lonely people, in need of friends in their newly discovered cyber world, and they've chosen you for that role. Who knows why they chose me. But the question is, HOW. Seriously, out of all the millions of people on facebook, you have 27 friends. Why am I one of them? Did I advertise that I was looking for a foreign penpal whilst in some drunken stupor? Because I definitely do not remember if I did. And you'd hope that that isn't something one forgets.
Here's how it goes. You get an invite, contemplate accepting, sometimes you leave it for a while. Then you're like, oh what the hell, and you accept. Days pass. Months pass. Years...that theory hasn't been tested yet.
Anyway, after a while, you forget you've even accepted their invite. And then one day out of the blue, you're just scrolling down the newsfeed, stalking someone's photos or half way through writting a message when they start talking to you. They say things like 'hey wassup how r u whats going on?' over and over again until you reply with something along the lines of "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
And then they're like, 'oh sorry are you busy. how is life? u live in perth? my brother he is in perth.'
Yeah. I talk to randoms.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
in a hole.
no, this time the title isn't actually some weird descriptive language, metaphor, song lyric...
it's literal.
not really.
but argh i'm not having fun down south for my final week of holidays before the impending doom also known as year 12 when i could easily be chilling on some warm sunny beach letting my skin turn a nice healthy brown colour...
instead i'm slowly becoming albino, seeing as the sun here comes in short spurts and the mozzies are numerous and in love with my blood. it's rather nice, though, i must say. my blood. kidding! i think.
but yeah, who even comes to this place? molloy island. disregarding the principal of my school...*shivers*, the only people who visit are families with five kids under ten (inc. triplets), and weird fishermen guys who pop up out of nowhere and ask you how you are like you've known them for years. no sir. pas necessaire.
i'm just glad i was allowed to not go kayaking today, hence why i've managed to take hold of the internet USB that dad told me strictly not to touch, something i've obviously completely forgotten...but it's not like he'll notice, i'll be done with it before he gets back...
did i forget to mention that my dad is evidently extremely unpatriotic and wouldn't let me come back for australia day so i could chill in some rich person's penthouse and eat their fancy food? and you call this a democracy.
it's literal.
not really.
but argh i'm not having fun down south for my final week of holidays before the impending doom also known as year 12 when i could easily be chilling on some warm sunny beach letting my skin turn a nice healthy brown colour...
instead i'm slowly becoming albino, seeing as the sun here comes in short spurts and the mozzies are numerous and in love with my blood. it's rather nice, though, i must say. my blood. kidding! i think.
but yeah, who even comes to this place? molloy island. disregarding the principal of my school...*shivers*, the only people who visit are families with five kids under ten (inc. triplets), and weird fishermen guys who pop up out of nowhere and ask you how you are like you've known them for years. no sir. pas necessaire.
i'm just glad i was allowed to not go kayaking today, hence why i've managed to take hold of the internet USB that dad told me strictly not to touch, something i've obviously completely forgotten...but it's not like he'll notice, i'll be done with it before he gets back...
did i forget to mention that my dad is evidently extremely unpatriotic and wouldn't let me come back for australia day so i could chill in some rich person's penthouse and eat their fancy food? and you call this a democracy.
Friday, January 21, 2011
got a secret, can you keep it?
you don't need to keep anything from me. really. you have nothing to be hide, and anyway i don't care. i'll like you no matter what.
walk among us, if you judge us, we're all damned.
Some say you're trouble, boy
Just because you like to destroy
All the things that bring the idiots joy
Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?
Just because you like to destroy
All the things that bring the idiots joy
Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
polytheism.
there once was an ism called polly, but everyone spelt her name wrong, and hence...polytheism.
if only.
it's a pretty cool word though, in my opinion.
wikipedia says that it means...
if only.
it's a pretty cool word though, in my opinion.
wikipedia says that it means...
Polytheism is the belief of multiple deities also usually assembled into a pantheon of gods andgoddesses, along with their own mythologies and rituals.
Polytheism was the typical form of religion during the Bronze Age and Iron Age, up to the Axis ageand the gradual development of monotheism or pantheism, and atheism. It is well documented in historical religions of Classical Antiquity, especially Greek polytheism and Roman polytheism, and after the decline of classical polytheism in tribal religions such as Germanic polytheism or Slavic polytheism. It persists into the modern period in traditions such as Hinduism, Shintoism, Chinese folk religion, etc., and it has been revived in currents of Neopaganism in the post-Christian West.
alalalala boom.
wow, i've made lots of blog posts in just 19 days.
most of them have probably been quite pointless though.
like this one.
oh well. goes to show, i've obviously got nothing better to do with my time...
most of them have probably been quite pointless though.
like this one.
oh well. goes to show, i've obviously got nothing better to do with my time...
i never totally understood what this song meant.
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me...
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me...
oh hell no.
"Dude, he called you a pimp..." "OH HELL NO!! HOLD MY HOES!"
The people who have been making these facebook pages are ostensibly lacking in originality and evidently have an unhealthy obsession with stereotypes. Enough is enough. Stop it. Argh.
"Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "OH HELL NO! DUDE..."
Oh, how I make myself laugh sometimes.
The people who have been making these facebook pages are ostensibly lacking in originality and evidently have an unhealthy obsession with stereotypes. Enough is enough. Stop it. Argh.
"Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "Oh hell no! Dude, she said you were ostensibly lacking in originality." "OH HELL NO! DUDE..."
Oh, how I make myself laugh sometimes.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
wanting.
Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad
So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time
Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad
So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time
Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
my body clock is so messed up.
at times i realise that i probably shouldn't be awake at this time of the day, but it's not exactly like i can help it.
well, what's the problem? you've got a lot of nerve.
just talk yourself up and tear yourself down
you've hit one wall, now find a way around.
you've hit one wall, now find a way around.
get me out of this place
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry.
woah. if you look at the word long enough it starts to play tricks on your mind, like it shouldn't be a word at all.
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry. sorry.
woah. if you look at the word long enough it starts to play tricks on your mind, like it shouldn't be a word at all.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
he's a liar, he's a liar and a good one at that
So I told them all I could about what could they expect
but I lost my sense of smell and I gained my self respect
They told me I was curious, I told them they were slow
They asked me where I get this stuff, I told them, I don't know
but I lost my sense of smell and I gained my self respect
They told me I was curious, I told them they were slow
They asked me where I get this stuff, I told them, I don't know
and the dogs were
barking at the new moon
whistling a new tune
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die
whistling a new tune
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die
Thursday, January 13, 2011
hardest of hearts
there is love in your body but you can't get it out
it gets stuck in your head
won't come out of your mouth
sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face
that the sweetest of the words have the bitterest taste
it gets stuck in your head
won't come out of your mouth
sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face
that the sweetest of the words have the bitterest taste
i could really use a wish right now
if i told you the truth, would you even know it was?
i want to go back to a year ago when i hadn't messed anything up and nothing was wrong with me and i could trust myself. fuck this shit.
i want to go back to a year ago when i hadn't messed anything up and nothing was wrong with me and i could trust myself. fuck this shit.
only the young can break away.
sometimes, dreams are all you've got to keep you going
this little town, this little house, they seem to be leaning in the wrong direction.
but i'm not here to know the things i cannot do
that road outside that you've been taking home forever,
that'll be the same road that i take when i depart
this little town, this little house, they seem to be leaning in the wrong direction.
but i'm not here to know the things i cannot do
that road outside that you've been taking home forever,
that'll be the same road that i take when i depart
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
rewinddd.
so i know i was going to make an attempt to try to be a lot nicer, but for this post i'm making an exception. please excusez-moi.
it's just really pissing me off you know. there's this person who just won't stop reading this blog and it's just really fucking ANNOYING. she should just get a life. and i know i'm not meant to mention names of anyone not fictional (trust me, i don't know anyone called bob in real life) but it's actually hurting my hands because i'm trying to refrain from typing this connasse's name. arghhhhh.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
AHFEBLEBLEUGHHHH#&*YIUH@TDGUIEY@*&YEIULT#&(*TGKUHTRG#*TGUYKH$&ITFUY#KHYUR(#YBHG*#$UYGRK$#GI^RGTY*GHRVBYUT&^EU%RTYVUD&^RUKGV#YGETRVJFUGDGFEBRVK&*$R&*T$IGRTF&$V^ITRUY$TRUY$ETRUYETRUYETFRUETFUYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
seriously lauren. just piss off already!
oh shit. i said it.
it's just really pissing me off you know. there's this person who just won't stop reading this blog and it's just really fucking ANNOYING. she should just get a life. and i know i'm not meant to mention names of anyone not fictional (trust me, i don't know anyone called bob in real life) but it's actually hurting my hands because i'm trying to refrain from typing this connasse's name. arghhhhh.
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
AHFEBLEBLEUGHHHH#&*YIUH@TDGUIEY@*&YEIULT#&(*TGKUHTRG#*TGUYKH$&ITFUY#KHYUR(#YBHG*#$UYGRK$#GI^RGTY*GHRVBYUT&^EU%RTYVUD&^RUKGV#YGETRVJFUGDGFEBRVK&*$R&*T$IGRTF&$V^ITRUY$TRUY$ETRUYETRUYETFRUETFUYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
seriously lauren. just piss off already!
oh shit. i said it.
deviant.
hmm.
so one of my resolutions for this year was to be nicer. i may have failed somewhat, falling back into old habits as easily as some people seem to fall in love.
it’s just so hard when some people are such pricks to refrain from speaking one’s mind.
i may need to take a nice tablet. or two. or a few.
or i could just try harder to hold my tongue and refrain from saying things i shouldn't.
come to think of it, that was another of my resolutions.
i think i’m a little terrible at this.
note to self:
- - should probably stick to not talking at all, might save future problems
- - need to be more disciplined when it comes to resolutions
- - be nice. only way to make new friends and keep old ones
- - think up easier resolutions next year
- - maybe stay out of trouble, take a break from seeing people at all for a while...
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
blinded.
you really are such a child. a messed up one at that.
what the hell was i even thinking? truth be told, i probably wasn't.
it's time to grow up, kiddo.
what the hell was i even thinking? truth be told, i probably wasn't.
it's time to grow up, kiddo.
Monday, January 10, 2011
why do you bother?
the sad thing is, you think i'm being sarcastic, when i really just don't give a shit about you.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
we've seen the nightmare of your lies
it's times like these when i realise i really couldn't care less.
i am so bored. and it's not because i've just been sitting around doing nothing. because i've been going out as much as i can just to distract myself from it. but i'm bored everywhere. people are boring. places are boring.
this place gives me the shits and i just want to get out of it.
sometimes the idea of death sounds morbidly more fascinating, because nobody knows what lies beyond it.
i hate knowing everything. where's the excitement in that?
i can't hold relationships because they're boring. knowing who you're meant to be thinking about, spending your day with, what's going to happen, all that.
i want to be stupid and naive and reckless, and i want to never regret anything ever. i want to make so many mistakes so that nobody knows what to do with me anymore. i want to be completely and utterly helpless.
i am so bored. and it's not because i've just been sitting around doing nothing. because i've been going out as much as i can just to distract myself from it. but i'm bored everywhere. people are boring. places are boring.
this place gives me the shits and i just want to get out of it.
sometimes the idea of death sounds morbidly more fascinating, because nobody knows what lies beyond it.
i hate knowing everything. where's the excitement in that?
i can't hold relationships because they're boring. knowing who you're meant to be thinking about, spending your day with, what's going to happen, all that.
i want to be stupid and naive and reckless, and i want to never regret anything ever. i want to make so many mistakes so that nobody knows what to do with me anymore. i want to be completely and utterly helpless.
Monday, January 3, 2011
beach bum.
i live for the beach.
i'm not kidding.
if i didn't have a beach to go to, i think i would die.
or something.
i'm not kidding.
if i didn't have a beach to go to, i think i would die.
or something.
so this is how it goes.
Suddenly I can't stay in this room.
You'll never sway, and I have nothing left that I can think of to say.
What do you want me to think of my thought? Bear it in mind, if I cannot believe in me who will I then be?
Sunday, January 2, 2011
The Adventures of Dickhead Bob
Part 1 - Introducing Dickhead Bob
Dickhead Bob was a frog. He lived in a small pond in which one would say he was a ‘big fish.’ It hadn’t always been that way. What I mean to say, is that he hadn’t always been referred to as a dickhead. It was just something someone had called him once, and it had stuck, for it suited him well. You see, he was rather self-centred a frog. He had always just looked out for himself, often disregarding (sometimes unknowingly) the thoughts of others. It wasn’t anyone’s fault; he had always been that way.
Truth be told, he wasn’t a very attractive looking frog. In fact, there were several male frogs in the same pond and nearby ponds that were far nicer to look at. There was just something about him, a charm or charisma of some kind, which seemed to attract a lot of the female frogs like insects to light. Some of the other male frogs were probably jealous of Dickhead Bob, but they really shouldn’t have been, because they were decent frogs and not dickheads at all.
Bob had two sides - one, where he was a dickhead masquerading as someone decent, and the other where he was his usual dickhead self. Some were privileged enough to see both sides, and then judged for themselves to see which was the real one. Others only saw the dickhead side and decided they wanted nothing to do with him, or, they saw only the ‘decent’ side, and thought the sun shone out of his rear end.
Everyone would have been better off just seeing the dickhead side of Dickhead Bob straightaway, and thus saving the hassle of all the confusion about his somewhat messed up identity.
But alas, it was not to be. And so commences the story of Dickhead Bob, and how he ended up.
But alas, it was not to be. And so commences the story of Dickhead Bob, and how he ended up.
dancing in the moonlight
people always say how you should be yourself. like yourself is this definite thing. like a toaster or something. like you can know what it is even.
but every so often i'll have a moment. where just being myself, in my life, right where i am, is enough.
but every so often i'll have a moment. where just being myself, in my life, right where i am, is enough.
resolutions.
i will clean my room
i will keep my room clean for as long as possible.
i will put an effort into my school work
i will focus on my school work
i will listen in class
i will focus a lot on my school work
i will not draw any pictures during a lesson or do anything unrelated to the class i am in at the time
i will focus on my school work so much that it hurts
i may have to sit by myself in french so as not to piss off the teacher
in fact, i may have to sit by myself in all classes so they can see i am making an effort
i will limit social activities to once or twice a weekend...
i will not do anything stupid
i will not do anything that i will regret
i will not say anything that i will regret
i will not put someone else as a priority when i am not one of theirs
i will not say anything i do not mean
unless i am being sarcastic
i will not make someone think that they mean more to me than they do
i will not act impulsively
i will not screw up anyone's life, especially my own
i will not sabotage my future with petty things
i will try harder to find a job
thus, i will get money
and i will save that money
and i will not spend it recklessly
i will not be too much of a bitch
i will be a nicer person
i will not judge books by their covers
or people by their faces, clothes, shoes, jewellery, tattoos, piercings, etc...
however, i will continue to judge people by their personal hygiene
i will not listen to shit music
i will not waste texts on people who don't matter
i will not make anyone cry
unless they really deserve it
i will speak my mind
but not to those marking my exams
and i will not gossip
too much
i will stop every so often and look at what i'm doing and think, is this really necessary?
i will keep my room clean for as long as possible.
i will put an effort into my school work
i will focus on my school work
i will listen in class
i will focus a lot on my school work
i will not draw any pictures during a lesson or do anything unrelated to the class i am in at the time
i will focus on my school work so much that it hurts
i may have to sit by myself in french so as not to piss off the teacher
in fact, i may have to sit by myself in all classes so they can see i am making an effort
i will limit social activities to once or twice a weekend...
i will not do anything stupid
i will not do anything that i will regret
i will not say anything that i will regret
i will not put someone else as a priority when i am not one of theirs
i will not say anything i do not mean
unless i am being sarcastic
i will not make someone think that they mean more to me than they do
i will not act impulsively
i will not screw up anyone's life, especially my own
i will not sabotage my future with petty things
i will try harder to find a job
thus, i will get money
and i will save that money
and i will not spend it recklessly
i will not be too much of a bitch
i will be a nicer person
i will not judge books by their covers
or people by their faces, clothes, shoes, jewellery, tattoos, piercings, etc...
however, i will continue to judge people by their personal hygiene
i will not listen to shit music
i will not waste texts on people who don't matter
i will not make anyone cry
unless they really deserve it
i will speak my mind
but not to those marking my exams
and i will not gossip
too much
i will stop every so often and look at what i'm doing and think, is this really necessary?
i could say
I could say that I'll always be here for you,
But that would be a lie and quite a pointless thing to do.
Since you've gone I've lost a chip on my shoulder,
Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older,
And now you've gone it feels as if the whole wide world is my stage
And now you've gone it's like I've been let out of my cage.
But that would be a lie and quite a pointless thing to do.
Since you've gone I've lost a chip on my shoulder,
Since you've gone I feel like I've gotten older,
And now you've gone it feels as if the whole wide world is my stage
And now you've gone it's like I've been let out of my cage.
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