lisztomania

I also saw Blank last night.
It's funny being told what people think of you.

These are the things people don't like about me:
I hang out with my friends.
My friends blog.
My friends piss off other people.
'The core'.

Fave:




I definitely have the strangest dreams ever.

Night before last I went to a super rich college on a tropical (yet English?) island. Michael Buble lived on the island and was trying to assassinate someone, Run and Perfect were in it.

We were definitely on a plane at some stage. I think that's how we got to the college.
The teachers did not only write normally on the board but also sideways and upside down.
Teacher: 'Are any of you not used to this style of notes? You will be soon.'


LAST night I was diagnosed with cancer. Yay.
Spent most of the dream crying and hanging out with the boys who didn't seem to care. That's the second dream that they haven't cared that I'm dying!! Bad people.






I gotta stop eating lollies in bed.

'Like a rhi, like a rhino!'

'Michael. Michael - what would he say?'
'... I'm bad.'
'Yes, but what else?'
'Beat it?'
'No. He'd say gotta be starting something!'

These are things that I want:
Grandparents.
A Freddie.

WHY DO I ONLY POST ABOUT SKINS?


I need a week of no plans to do the following:
a) homework
b) sleep
c) skins marathon
d) see the people I love
e) think

Old post.

Also never got around to posting this.


Watching Rabbit Proof Fence.
Sometimes I really don't like being Australian.

Katie Fitch.

I definitely just wrote my own name in the title without thinking in.

http://www.e4.com/video/h6tECDhKQZpIgCAahy0sCZ/play.e4

I have never felt so similar to a character than Katie Fitch in this scene.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm dead wrong, but .... mm no follow up.

Tumble .... r

So I'm dividing my time between tumblr and blogspot, because I can.
Blogspot will probably turn into my rantings, tumblr probably pictures/thoughts/ maybe neither.
Mhmm.

http://peeseehaich.tumblr.com/

It's in it's enfancy, so don't tease it.

Ground hog YEAR.

I kind of wish I had a ground hog year.

I could do things purely for shits and gigs. Not a single real consequence - everything would reset and start again at Jan 1st that same year.
There are so many things I would do.
Spend some years being a different person - quiet, loud, brutally honest, anorexic (shits and gigs, people), high, obese, a whore, just to name a few.
I'd do a lot.

Heroin, get pregnant, assassinate someone.

Sure there'd be years of absolute depression due to the repetitiveness and the going nowhere but the whole idea of the ground hog magic is when you get it (supposedly) exactly right it all ends. So basically I could fuck around until I was ready to have The Year and get on with life.

Even the things I could do with just VCE thrill me! I could go to so many different school, spend five, ten, fifteen years studying and get a scholarship to any school I wanted.

I could have years of pure maths/science, pure bludge subjects, ALL LANGUAGES.
(That one's my favourite.)

I could do international exchanges, join a radical movement group, work for a year.

There are so many people I'd hang out with. Mormons. I'd hang out with mormons for a year!!
I'd spend a year on every religion. Even scientology. Especially scientology.
I'd spend a whole year clubbing.
I'd spend a whole year saying exactly how I felt to everyone/anyone.
I'd drop out.
I'd become a tradie.
I'd set up my own business.
I would devote a year to charity.

So much!

I could learn every instrument.
I could get famous.
I could know what it was like to die.

I'd spend a year on each person I know, getting to know them and everything about them. Could get awkward in years after that when I know too much about everyone.

I could do bad things.
I could be a bully.
I could be a home wrecker.
I could move out of home.
I could become the worst influence on someone.


I kind of wish I had a ground hog year.


I'm also eating a pain au chocolat. Yum.

I feel like I spend my time protecting the people in my family from each other.
I am really tired.

Oh i completely forgot

AND I FORGOT THIS.
This one is good.
Very old but good.

I need to rant about my Saturday night.

I went to Matchstick's 18th - it was awesome. Average in terms of her usual parties but still excellent on my scale.
There's are the things that made me giddy:
1. People who didn't judge. In the 'we really don't give a flying fuck and will never say anything about what you're wearing unless you look hot. In that case I will repeatedly tell you, even if I've never met you'.
Comments were rare. Except for towards me but purely because I was the 'so that's how she turned out' kid.
But there were no losers there either.

2. I danced.
For.
Hours.

Not the 'dance gaily while singing along with your bestest buds to your favourite songs'. That kind gets old.
This kind of dancing was in a small room full of people I mostly either didn't know or had only ever facebook-stalked. The music was good but you were so lost in it you didn't care. I danced with my eyes closed for at least an hour and a half. I have about fifty unexplained bruises from boys bashing around that I didn't give a shit about then. No one cared if you didn't dance sexily - all dancing was sexy.
Even when no one knew the song, all these people (there was one other girl) would yell and jump along.
Excellence.
I think I danced with 453743 boys, didn't hook any - I think I'm in an anti hook mind frame because of a couple of my friends' obsession with it.

3. Everyone was interested.
The conversation wasn't polite. It was people talking because they a) wanted to talk or b) wanted to converse with you. There was no 'How aaaaaare you?' from someone you knew you hated. If someone didn't like you they just didn't talk to you. If someone was having a rant about their life you could walk away while they were mid-sentence and no one would give a shit.

4. No one reacted to anything. Near the end of the night a kid came into a room, punched holes in the door and walked out and no one did anything.
We all just sat there trying to figure out if we had just made that up in our minds or if it had actually happened.
Eventually I got up but everyone else continued sitting and staring and saying nothing, like they were before.

5. The whole fucking thing wasn't about girls looking hot or wearing anything they wouldn't wear to school or trying to impress boys in that stupid heels, tits and legs way. Everyone was fucking stunning in their own amazing way that I wish everyone was.

6. I could walk home. I walked home.
The party wasn't in fucking woop woop on the Southside - it was a Northside party a 15 minute walk from my house.
The Northside, where I swear on my life the people and places are cooler. Overall. Don't fucking shoot me, it's true.

8. I got asked so many times if I missed it.
My honest answer?
Fuck yes.

9. Also when I was walking home at 3 am there was a lone hippy guy who went past me on a scooter. It was entertaining.

DOCS

I BOUGHT DOCS.
Life, complete.

I think it's impossible for me not to have a crush on at least one person at any time.
I'm talking those crushes that make your muscles tense up when you think about them, consider using other people to get close to them, forget what your priorities and goals are and feel like you'll become any kind of person just to continue contact with them.

WHY, HORMONES, WHY?








SWIMSWIMSWIM
I WANT TO SWIM

Rentals.

So you know how you're always curious about what your parents were like when they were your age?
And that there are never enough photos to satisfy your curiosity?

My children will have so many photos.