i heard you whisper, "darling, i'm lost."

In a dream, you called me up and asked me quietly if I would like to meet you for a drink. But when I got there, you just looked at me as you spoke to yourself. “If you take me home tonight, I know that we will kiss. And one of us will fall in love, and it will be a mess. But if you want to take that chance then please just let me know,” I slammed my glass down on the bar and said, “Grab your coat, let’s go.”

It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.

Ahhh, I spent the day at home again. I lost my voice...probably karma for going out yesterday whilst still sick.

So today I prepared my books for uni, tidied out my drawers, and watched a couple of films. (1984 and Gus Van Sant's Elephant).

I feel kind of worried. Scared, or nostalgic, or something. Things are changing...(Alice, you are an idiot: things are always changing). I know that change is supposed to be good, or healthy, but I feel like things had just fallen together in such a magnificent way. You can look forward to so much once you feel like everything has come together, and recently I've felt more like that than ever before. But things are changing too soon! I always get left behind, because I always try to hold onto the way things were. I need to learn to move forward aswell. I have no clue how though.

How can she make a song written by machines sound so beautiful?

Conversation overheard.

In the uni lollyshop a few months ago, between the three clerks.

Clerk 1: I need coinage BTW.
Clerk 2: You're a BTW!
Clerk 3: Do you even know what BTW is!?
Clerk 2: Yeah...
Clerk 3: Good, cause I don't...Bitching...Cow...Walrus?

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Don't you just love people?

I'm only there so that you're not alone...

(So, today I tried to take a mint out of my phone. Not a good sign.)



I found this today. It's on the back of a free postcard, and as you can see it also had my plans for UQ's orientation week...the sessioney things I'd be visiting. Chyeah. I only went to the psychology one...haha. Drawing is funnn, I should do it more often. Although the smell of sharpie was so intense afterwards I actually felt dizzy. Go me!

Immune System Fail.

Yeah, so. Hm. I have the flu! Or something like that.

Had work at 9 ~ 2 yesterday, where I had coldlike symptoms and was FREEZING. So by the end of my shift it was at the point where I was so weak I could hardly move. Haha. Then I watched Garden State, and when I got home I was locked out of my house because I have no key and my dad decided to take David bike riding. Which is rather hilarious. So I kind of stood outside my house for a while without any form of sufficient jacket, until I was shivering too much so I caught a bus to Indro to try and find a hot chocolate. Note to self: on a Sunday, everything is closed at 5pm. Ugh. But I got a hot chocolate from that cafe on the cinema level, but by then I felt sick and didn't even want to drink it. So I just used it to keep my hands warm. Haha.

So I had to spend most of last night in bed, and I have to spend all of today in bed (Okay I'm up now, I'm a rebel), and the next four or so days at home/in bed.

...Like that'll happen. Haha.

It's only love.

I pinned down your voice like a piece of paper with a dart; and then I mapped in every piece of your soul (with tracing paper, I never knew you that well).

Sometimes I just want to just take every person I meet, and pull apart their minds. Part by piece. And then I'd follow each enchanted thread, pull them out and pick their thoughts apart. I'd take in everything. Their beautiful ideas, their hideous insecurities. Their loss. Their pain. They are love. I want to know everything, see everything. I want to understand. Everything.

Everyone.

of flora and fauna

I've been bitten by the cleaning bug again...

Not only that, but I've also been filling my room with more and more paraphernalia.

GoMA has this awesome exhibition at the moment where you can cut shapes of animals out of paper, and fold them a little, and viola. Animal! Or plant.

My wardrobe doors.

Bat!

Flower! And cranes, but they were always there.

Yep, pointless entry. But what are you gonna do about it!?

"I" is someone else.

and the cats across the roof - mad in love - scream into drainpipes. and it's I who am ready, ready to listen. and never tired and never sad. never guilty.

I'm still not talking. I have nothing to say.

I'm cold.
Roxie is sleeping.
I wish I was sleeping.

I'm not ready.
I should be.
But I'm not.