Keeping company.

There is no feeling in life worse than feeling alone.

Every problem in life is so much easier when you have someone. They don't have to go through it with you, or know what's going on, but just be there.

But home is nowhere.

If there is one thing that annoys me more than people contesting/attacking my Australian-ness, it is when they feel the need to comment on my grasp of the English language. The silly people don't know where to put the commas or when to capitalise, and they have the nerve to tell me I speak really well?

It's enough to make me want to punch them. Sometimes I wish I could have been a boy, because that way I wouldn't be ostracised for having violent tendencies.

Sometimes when I think about stuff, I remember a teacher I once had. He'd told me that when he was young he'd read a book called 'The cat who walked alone' or something, and he used to feel it was talking about him, and he was inclined to thinking it applied to myself as well. Sometimes this makes me feel special. Other times it makes me feel lonely.

It's kind of pathetic, having my identity crisis (of sorts) now, but I had other things to worry about in the old days. Like the state of the third world and the insipid stupidity of politicians and the uneducated. And my own little monster.

Ah, to be young again...

Not sure that I'd do anything differently - when you look at the whole scheme of things, no matter what you think you would have done differently, you wouldn't have, really.

I'm not making sense. That's okay, it's exam time.

Nonsense.

Sometimes

The sun doesn't look so sunny,

The water's too runny,

I'm too funny,

This is not going to help me make money.

Maybe

I'll fight fires,

Or change tyres,

Or lock away liars,

I'm not sure I have the skills that this requires.

Perhaps

I should learn to sing,

Can't wait to be king,

Find a rock to which I could cling,

Because my world has lost its anchoring,

Probably

Just marry someone rich and generous,

Whose pretty cars are numerous,

And will appreciate my humorous(ness).

Or I could just study.

-S.

A tear.

Here's a tear
For ended youth,
Here's a hug
To see you through.

Twist the knife
And pull it out,
Don't forget
Though in the end
This gaping hole
Shall mend.

A racking sob,
A flood,
Hold me
And call me dear,
For this is more
Than just a tear.

-S.

Wrinkles.

There are essentially four types of wrinkles.

1. Sun exposure wrinkles, so you look a little weather-beaten and slightly squinty.
   
2. Grumpy/frowny wrinkles, so you get the crease in between your eyebrows
3. Laughter wrinkles that make you look like an open and friendly person ALL the time
4. And lastly, the kind like what I'm probably going to end up with - the bewildered/surprised wrinkles.

I hope I get the laughter ones, but I'm not likely to. I am a natural born worrier, and my face has been plastered with a permanently bewildered look. It might have something with my eyebrows sitting a little higher than a normal person's. Or maybe that my eyes are so round. Or just that I'm so lost in my own thoughts, I forget to wear any other expression.

Expressions are really hard to master.

Procrastination.

If pressure in my cranium (Pc) and atmospheric pressure (Patm) are such that Pc excedes Patm, given that I still have a 2000 word essay to start and finish by Wednesday ([Pc>>Patm]^Uni where Uni is equivalent to the Unfun constant), what would be the best way to relieve said cranial P without drilling a hole in it?

Extra points for pretty equations.

Penny for your thoughts, Two for your integrity.

There are times when you think your white/non-ethnic friends are ready to be able to deal with it, and you tell them stuff and they react to totally the wrong thing. For example, you're like, "Yeah my parents said I couldn't go", and they're like, "What? You still have to ask your parents? But you're over 18!!" when the point of the matter was the fact that you can't go. Someone who understood would be like, "What, that sucks, can't you convince them? Do you want my parents to call them?"

It's even funnier when people, ethnic as well as non, act like they're totally cultured and in the know. Actually, it's not funny, it's just boring.

Anyway. Then you have other people who are constantly telling you not to conform, and just want you to do everything that they do, the way that they do. When they do something and you ask them if they seriously did it, they respond with, "Oh, what, I thought everyone was doing that now, you should as well, there's totally nothing wrong with it."

It leaves you not knowing whether to be annoyed or disappointed.

Epic LOL.

Me: Hey suckkaa. How's it going?
Mon at 02:58

Sis: not so good ;(

Mon at 03:23

Me:aww...chin up old girl!

Mon at 03:25 ·

Sis: old ? oh, way to make moi feel great!

Mon at 03:29

Me: No I meant it in the oldschool british way, like in famous five and so on. Tis meant to be an encouragement

Mon at 03:30

Sis: backtracking are we now ?

Mon at 03:33

Me: Explaining dope. Missing the point again, are we?

Mon at 03:34

Sis: nope. the retard is missing it though. lol

Mon at 03:37

Me: who's the retard? o_O

Mon at 07:13 ·

Sis: oh, you knoww.. THE retard.. how can you not knoww!

Mon at 11:39

Me: I'm sorry I think I just missed the point again.

Mon at 14:36

Sis: lmaoo ..

Mon at 14:40

Naw...

Watching '17 Again' with Zac Efron (the movie with Zac Efron, not actually watching it WITH him) and it's making me want a pretty boy of my own :p.

6 Awesome Writers

• Terry Pratchett - enough said.

• Neil Gaiman - Way awesome. Ok, so I've only read 'Coraline' and 'Good Omens' (with Pratchett), and seen 'Stardust', but it doesn't take a lot to realise how well he writes.

• David of www.27bslash.com - the guy who tried to pay a bill with with a drawing of a spider. He's absolutely brilliant - quickwitted, funny and very clever.

• Dianna Wynne Jones - brilliant.

• Eoin Colfer - as above.

• Anthony Horowitz - love the Diamond Brothers.
  

Questions

Oh my sister why do you cry?
Why do you weep
When everyone must surely die?
Why do your tears
Flood the plains?
Is it the sorrow of stolen youth,
The unnecessary grief of every nameless face?
Or is it the injustice and cruelty of the watching world
As you lay stricken
Besides your brother's corpse?
Have you lost your life,
Your faith in good
And the memory of a smile?
Why do you ask for answers that can't be found,
That don't exist?
Do you know the war won't end?
You have no hope but for the mercy
Of the Lord to whom your prayers you send.

-S.

Nerdy Love

You are
The curve in every question mark
The fine point
Of every exclamation
You are
My alpha and my beta
My omega and my theta
You are
The carbon in my chain
Of glucose molecules
You are
The sweetness in my tea
And I revolve
In the orbit of your light.

S.

5 things that stress me out:

- Waiting. Especially for trains, etc. - even more especially when I'm waiting for it to stop but the doors keep zooming by and I don't know which door to aim for. The tension!

- Not having anything to worry about. I think I may be a little masochistic - it's like I need something to be wrong for everything to be ok. Weird.

- Deadlines. Especially if they're months away and get closer and closer. Makes me feel like my death is drawing near.

- Time. Appointments, going places, events, everything - I would rather get there an hour and half early and sit on the doorstep than be a minute late.

- Looking for people/lost things/places. The tension just builds up, and up, and UP!

OMG just had anotherbrilliant idea!

Someone should make a website called LMAO - like MLIA, but with stuff that make you ROFL!!! :D Yes, I am rather brilliant.

You know when life makes you LOL?

So, finally got onto mlia after a very long absence. And LOL. Really connected with some stuff. For example:

Today, I was wearing one of my favorite shirts to school, It has Bumble Bee from The Transformers on it (I'm a girl). While walking through the hall, a guy has a very similar shirt on, only he had Optimus Prime instead. We both noticed, and kind of stared at each other. We don't have a date on Saturday, and we didn't high five, either. It was just awkward. MLIA

AHAHAHAAA!!! It's like this with my Batman tshirt :D.

Also:

Today, my dad was working on his computer. Every so often he would say,Good luck on your trip! or Have Fun! So, after a while I went up to him and asked him what he was doing. He said that he was wishing his emails good luck on thier journey through the vast internet. I love my dad. MLIA

Why do I never think of things like this?