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I shouldn’t really be blogging but I am.

It’s 12:56am. I’m in my room alone. I don’t know where my BFF is because she was talking to some cute guy which obvs I couldn’t do because I am all redlightredlightredlight. But that’s OK because I love my Blakie 🙂 I just need to see him soon. Like, real soon.

So yeah, it’s allg. Mum cried when she said goodbye which was weird. What’s also weird is trying to imagine studying at this desk of mine. It’s too unfamiliar and I have too great a view (in daylight) of guys playing frisbee and stuff on the grass. Yeeeeeeeah. Hahaha, but yesh, I’m gonna go to bed. I have to have  a tour of the campus tomorrow and stuffs which’ll be gooooood.

Also, the food is fantastic. I’ll probably be obese when you next see me so just shut up and don’t be mean if I am. Hahaha. Kool kids though, seriously. Nowhere near as scary as I thought it would be. I keep wanting to do capital ‘i’s. Strange. Also, everything’s been really loud so I can’t really even hear myself typing. But that’s OK because I’m going to bed now. I love you all.

Ps. Song of the moment and album I need to buy (Sigh No More):

Pps. Internet is well expensive. I paid like $20 for 2gb or something. Idk. But this is a rare/infrequent thing I’m giving you here. Enjoy. Blahblah, BED! Then breakfast in like 6/7hours. Omnom 😀


Dreams/reality.

Tomorrow night has been the aim of my 2 weeks ‘break’. But now it’s here and I’ve sorted everything out for it and it’s happening, what next? In the space of about 20 hours, my life motivation will have expired and reality will hit. Hard. Saturday morning, I’ll wake up, you being sensible you will remind me that we both have study to do, I’ll go home and sit here staring at a blank wall; knowing I should be full of happiness after our night together, but feeling guilty and awful because I feel so depressed. It’s now that I realise, life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s too real. There are too many seemingly important things to worry about and concentrate on and we don’t get a chance to enjoy the things that matter; the things that we do because they make us happy. We forget that that’s why they’re there and we let them become part of our mundane existence.

This is why dreams are better. For these past two weeks I’ve been having the most obscure dreams/night thoughts. I think it’s something to do with spending too much time with myself. I’m not good for me. I have to have you there to keep me in check, to remind me of our dream life that’s so much better and more worthwhile than reality. It’s the reason I live, for you and our life. Reality is crap. Absolute crap. Family, a place to call home, money, qualifications, a job, choosing the right friends, making the right choices in order to make the right future. And all for what? To get to a better place? No. No such thing exists on earth. The only better place to be is our dreams.


This time, last week.

Ooopsies…kinda been over a week since I last posted.. I think all that procrastination I was doing kinda caught up with me and I realised there’s certain things you can’t put off forever. But hey, OMG WE HAD THE BALL LAST WEEKEND 😀 As I said last Saturday night, it was the most perfect night of my life 🙂 You, of course, and the main reason why…but the things your mum did for me too…making me actually feel special and feeling like I actually looked good – ahhh, I can never thank her enough. And as for YOU looking fly…’Best Dressed Male Award’? You? I think so 😀 Hehehe, we looked gooood baby 🙂

And the ball in general was just heaps better than last year! If you subtract the few immature year 12s and odd year 13s who seemed to think it’d be cool to get absolutely wasted on any feasible illegal drug means and consequently look like trash the entire night, then in fact the venue, the food, the people we sat with, the photos…they were all great 🙂 Music could have done with a some improvements – I mean, except for the couple of Queen songs and of course the classic Aerosmith slow dance, there was a lot left to desire for. People tend to like to dance to GOOD music – which is certainly NOT Lady Gaga Lady Gaga Lady Gaga and then fucking Miley Cyrus ‘Party in my Slutty Short Shorts’. Where was ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’?

Anyway, all complaints aside…it honestly was one of the best nights out of my life 🙂 (I say ‘one of’ because I do kinda like the nights out we have when it’s just us two…of course 😛 ) And afterwards was awesome too. That thing I said a couple of posts ago and preferring guys to girls…I think Saturday night/Sunday morning kinda proved that. Your friends are actually the best. I love them because they’re a part of you, but also because they’re such cool, funny, genuinely nice people. Like you of course…guess that’s why you’re all friends 🙂 But yeah, you’re lucky.

Now, I would include one of the pro photos from the ball but seeing as they’re all print-screened straight off the website and have PROOF plastered all over them, I figure I’ll wait til the actually legit versions come through and then post those. For now, there’s this – best moment of the night? Hehehe, I think so 🙂


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