Have you been eating bunnies?

It's the holidays. Whoooo! Oh yeah, I'm so totally not really that excited. The year is going to quick for my taste. Winter seemed non-existent. Not to long ago I was complaining about going to school again and wishing for the next set of holidays. Now they're here. It's already been nearly three months since I started writing this blog and I can already picture Christmas. There's something wrong with the world. It's like we're jumping on a time loop, fast forwarding accidentally, like maybe someone's sitting on the remote or theirs some dodgy wiring. I'm finding myself sitting alone and trying to remember everything that happened day and finding that I can't. I can't remember anything. So far most things come back to me but I can't help wondering why that is. Is it just me? Or is it something else?

I think this year has been good. I mean, I went to England and I started year ten and I turned fifteen and I've been single all year and pretty happy about it. I've declared my love and found a true friend and made some new ones. I've seen a true hero of mine perform on stage and seen one of my favourite bands live but I feel as though there is something missing, like I'm forgetting something. Like maybe when someone sat on the remote my head skipped a few weeks or months and now I'm here, wondering what went wrong.

The year seems incomplete. There is this gap and it needs filling and so far I haven't found something that fits and I'm not really sure that I ever will. I'm excited for next year because I'll be in upper school and high school will be over soon but I'm sure I'm exactly ready for it. I'm not entirely positive that when I get there I'll know what to do and if I'll be able to cope. I'm far to complicated for my own good. It's hurting my head.

Wait, I'm a guy

There is a reason for the lack of blogging lately. I've been a bit busy watching a particular show...so, remember when I had that obsession with Angel Season Four and Angel's son Connor? Ah well, I similar thing has happened. Only it's with Vampire Diaries and this time main character Elena's younger brother Jeremy. Who is the yummiest person ever in existence!

A photo from my favourite episode so far, Season 1 - Haunted. It has the best lighting as you can see from the photo. And it's filmed in a really creepy but sexy way. Because well, Jeremy just has that effect on me. Did I say I love his voice? No. Did I tell him it's adorable when he's drunk and falls over when yelling at Elena? No. Well, he is. If I were to have the perfect boyfriend he would be it.


Oh, and he looks yummy when he looks kind of evil and pissed off as well. He he.

Well it's cool because I've been watching them from this site called TVduck. The download is usually pretty fast when my internet is in a good mood and if I'm not in my room. Deep sigh. But it's great because I can just leave episodes up and watch scenes whenever I feel like it! I think I've watched Haunted about fifty times. Truly my favourite episode.

Yummy (:

Egg does it

I am thinking of starting a new diet sometime next week. It's my health thing. I've decided I'm putting on weight and with my new found love of fruit I thought a health hit might be necessary. At this very moment I'm considering going running but ah, since I'm quite comfy on the couch who knows when that might actually happen.

I'm listening to my newly downloaded Laura Marling songs and the moment. Bridgette introduced her to me a very long while ago and it's taken me this long to actually download the first album. Oh well. At least I did it. Anyway I think she is definitely one of the most poetic artist's I've ever heard. Clever with words and also creepy. Because creepy is a good thing. I mean what I would I be if I wasn't the creepy weird kid? Exactly.

I met you at the blood bank

Well I met you at the blood bank
We were looking at the bags
Wondering if any of the colors
Matched any of the names we knew on the tags

You said "see look thats yours!
Stacked on top with your brother's
See how the resemble one another
Even in their plastic little covers"

And I said I know it well

That secret that you knew
But don't know how to tell
It fucks with your honor
And it teases your head
But you know that its good girl
Cos its running you with red

Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both of my hands
Chewing on a candy bar

You said "'aint this just like the present
To be showing up like this"
AS a moon waned to crescent
We started to kiss

And I said I know it well

That secret that we know
That we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honor
I'm in love with your cheeks
What's that noise up the stairs babe?
Is that Christmas morning creaks?

And I said I know it well

I know it well ...

Bon Iver

Variety Show, Extraordinaire

It's just like art. Stupid and pretty.

Bridgette Brown photgraphy

BEAUTIFUL FREAKS!

I thought I would include this one, just because I look kind of slim.

How It Ends

Hold your grandmother's Bible to your breast.
Gonna put it to the test.
You want it to be blessed.
And in your heart,
You know it to be true,
You know what you gotta do.
They all depend on you.
And you already know.
Yeah, you already know how this will end.

There is no escape,
From the slave-catchers' songs.
For all of the loved ones gone.
Forever's not so long.
And in your soul,
They poked a million holes.
But you never lettem show.
C'mon it's time to go.



And
You
Already know.
Yeah, you already know

How this will end.

Fuck the teachers

A warm greeting to any one academically challenged out there. By that I mean anyone who finds teaching to be their prime career. You are all fucking idiots. At some point in a teacher's life I think they all experience a phase of hatred and impatience towards kids. It's not necessarily because the kids suck but it's because of the repetitiveness of their job psychologically and the strain of the changing education system.

One example who I won't name spoke to me today and maybe it was the fact that he yelled at me like I was five years old or maybe it was the fact that he couldn't get off his fat arse and do something about the problem at hand; just because he's old doesn't mean he deserves any special kind of respect. I don't know him and when I decide that he's a good person, I will treat him with whatever respect and I can give. Just so the world knows he hasn't exactly given me a good reason yet. In fact my talk with him today would have been a total failure if one more decent teacher hadn't walked in and began an interesting debate on Stage 2 Photography.

Thank you for listening to my special rant. Have some music.