Thursday, December 6, 2012

Take its broken waist in your hand.

Gather round people
I'll tell you a story
A ten year long story
Of power and pride....

Not really. I have been neglecting CD recently, which you might have noticed (and let's face it, you haven't) means that I've been keeping busy and not dwelling on depressing things to write up here. But I have to write this one, or I'll be breaking a promise and we can't have that can we?

So yeah, been busy. More on that another time. But I'm kind of annoyed at the moment. School's out forever, and I somewhere in the back of my mind, I guess I always assumed that after high school you somehow magically grew up, that relationships became "mature" overnight somehow. But I haven't changed a bit, as usual. And I know that now I'll meet many new people, form new friendships as well as maintain old ones. But I don't want to meet new people or make new friends. And I can't be bothered working to maintain contact with the 15 or so people I care about.

I just want my conversations in the classroom and the library back, my old childish romanticism and my stressful school life back. Buuuut I can't. I never wanted to grow up, but I've said that a million times.

So uh, what else. Marriage is depressing (cf. Take This Waltz) and so is a lot of other things. I'm sick of feeling like its a crime to tell a girl she's beautiful and sick of feeling sad, lonely and cold. I'm sick of a lot of things. I guess nothing is wrong right now. But there's nothing in particular to look forward to either.

Get up, go do my course, convene with the extended family for Christmas. Organise doctors appointments. Go to Soundwave. Accept my first round offer and organise for uni. Go to uni. So on, so on. Nothing in my immediate future is exciting. I used to get really depressed over the pointlessness of my life, now I just try to accept it and find things to enjoy.

 So that's about it I think.

Sunday, November 25, 2012


Hold all your secrets inside. Hold them, crush them, pretend you can control them. Suppress them, bury them, blind yourself to their whispers. You're pathetic, you're evil, you're cold, desperate, clinging, falling. Hold your secrets inside boy, until the pressure makes you explode, until you crack, your mind splinters, your heart breaks. Until you lash out, you kill your emotions, your friends, your pain.

Steal their secrets from them boy. Take them, never tell the truth of what you know, what you've done. Keep things from them boy, lie to their face, pretend its nothing.

Pretend you're not pathetic, mean, cruel, indifferent. Be normal, for a while, until you crack under the pressure again.

This post does not convey what I wanted it to.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner.

I thought I was biting my nails so much from stress, but now my exams are over and I'm still biting them. I have a fake Zippo lighter my dad found in the street and I started flicking it instead of biting, so maybe I just need something to keep my hands busy. Why did I even write this :P.

So exams are over, but instead of all the free time I thought I'd be relaxing in, I'm constantly busy. Getting up at 11 everyday will do that I guess. Well at least I'm usually busy with stuff I'm enjoying, like watching movies with CG (or trying to at least), or reading. I just feel like I have no time, my schedule is so full until January, and then I'll hopefully be working. And half the time when I'm sitting at home I don't want to play half the games I've got, so that's annoying. I have some books now (the Gone series) but I can't borrow stuff out of the school library for much longer, which sucks.

I'm eating TimTams all the time and worrying about the state of my teeth, but I have the money and I like buying them.

Ok, so my exams. English sucked, Further went well (only dropped one mark on the first exam I think) Psych went okayish I think, Lit sucked and I hate how badly it went actually fuck. IT didn't go as well as I'd hoped, but all the revision I did ended up helping I think. Wish I'd done more practice exams though.
I have a new computer, which I'm using right now, the keyboard is just a delight to use you have no idea. I kinda don't like the monitor though, I think it's not very good but I'm not sure.

And now I'm sitting here listening to Don't Take Your Love Away by Vast at 345 in the morning because I feel like going to bed is a waste but now my morning is going to be gone and urgh. Plus I have to work at Mum's tomorrow and it was so tiring just doing a bit of it today.

And I'm an emotional wreck this late at night, like always, going crazy and not doing anything, what else is new. Put me inside flesh that is dying, a ghost that wanders without rest.
What else. I'm not even excited for the future, just accepting that it's going to happen. And I'm caught between regret for the things I"ll miss out on and the regret I feel after I do participate in things only because I don't want to miss out on them.

I'm really tired, really stupid, really distracted. But I'm not lonely, for all the wrong reasons. Two months is both too long and too short. I don't know where I want my social life to go, and I realise that for all the time our teachers spend on making sure we make good career choices, I was never taught how to tell the good people from the bad, people I should keep forever and those I should leave behind. I wish someone had taught me how to talk to girls, and boys, instead of having to figure things out on my own, too scared of being wrong to take any risks.

Oh, and I keep smiling at people in the street. Does that mean I'm happy?
And her name still makes my heart jump, but there's nothing left but the fear.

(And that dress was criminal)

Saturday, November 17, 2012

In two months, I won't remember what this post is about.

Normally, I sit at my computer and talk to maybe one person online a day on average. So when I'm trying to help 4 people at once, in the middle of exams, confused as hell, I have to resort to desperate measures. Like singing along to Nothing Else Matters by Metallica.

 If I held you in my arms any longer I'm afraid I would have kissed you and that can't happen.

I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
-Nirvana, Lithium

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

I been thinking about you baby

Apart from the (renewed) soul-crushing realisation of my depressing life and general inadequacy that descended upon me between 7pm and 11pm 12pm tonight, I had a rather good day today. Got some work done, excitedly examined new computer parts, sold school books and had a fulfilling dinner for once. So go away Mr Soul crushing realisation, I want to sleep. Here's something beautiful to listen to.

P.S. Oh yeah, and exams and stuff. Whatever.
P.P.S. Why do I have to have such a stupid brain.

P.P.P.S. I don't need this three days before my last exam.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

365 hours


  • One hundred and twenty nine and a half hours ago I was about to leave my house to catch a train to school.
  • One hundred and twenty seven and a half hours ago I was about to walk into my first exam, English.
  • One hundred and twenty four and a quarter hours ago I was putting down my pen and realising that while I had enjoyed writing my last essay, my exam was not going to get good marks.
  • One hundred and one hours ago I was walking into my first Maths exam, feeling confident.
  • Ninety nine and a half hours ago I was finding out from friends which questions I got wrong on the exam, happy and sure that I did well.
  • Thirty and three quarter hours ago I was at school, angry at myself for not revision during the weekend and worried about my Psychology exam.
  • Thirty hours ago I was walking into my second Maths exam.
  • Twenty nine and a quarter hours ago I was putting down my pen, upset that I'd barely finished the exam and certain I'd got some things wrong.
  • Twenty eight and three quarter hours ago I was haphazardly going over material for my Psychology exam, certain I was going to do terribly.
  • Twenty six hours ago I was walking into my Pyschology exam, worried and upset.
  • Twenty four and a quarter hours ago I was finishing my Pyschology exam, pleased with what I'd done but unsure of my results.
  • Three hours ago I promised my dad I'd do some work today.
  • In sixty six and three quarter hours, I will be walking into my Literature exam, annoyed that I'm not going to do well and worried I'm not going to get into my course because I didn't study enough.
  • In sixty nine hours I'll be walking out of my Literature exam, content with what I've written but certain it won't get me a good mark.
  • In seventy two hours I'll be at home, spoiled for choice over which computer part to order first.
  • In two hundred and thirty eight hours I'll be walking in to my IT exam, relieved that my exam period is about to be over and hoping desperately to do well in my final exam.
  • In two hundred and forty and a quarter hours I'll have finished my IT exam, happy that I did well and hoping I get a high mark.
  • In two hundred and forty three I'll be opening boxes and drooling over the parts to my new computer, with all my exams forgotten for a time.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

I wanted to write something about my final assembly at school today that would be inspiring or at least sentimental. But I'm so fucked up inside right now that I can't bring myself to do it.

I so rarely show any genuine emotion that when I cried today I couldn't stop.

And since I don't want to disgrace this post, it'll end here. Today I realised just how much a school could mean to me and to others. So that's what I want to focus on.

Now I'm going to go cry myself to sleep. And I don't want to talk about it.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Another piece of therapy.

We know how this goes. 12 likes, 1 love and 8 hates.

Abracadabra, Wow!
I like boys who help others and girls with long hair

I like Symphonic Metal (Nightwish)
I like making lists of things to do
I like watching old cartoons from when I was younger.
I like rediscovering music.
I like how my room reflects my interestes.
I like having long hair (still)
I like walking around barefoot :D
I like reading for pleasure, cause I don't get to do it much right now.
I like the priveleges that come with getting older.
I like taking my time reading the paper because I don't need to be anywhere.
I like dancing by myself at home.
I like people who look good in glasses (such as myself <.<)
I love how good I've been feeling today.
Today I did some work in Maths (yay!) and IT (yay!), ordered some new glasses and tried to convince my dad to buy me a new computer.

In some ways, I love everything.
Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular
I like things that I like but I love everything
There’s more choice in like
Cos even the worst things have things you love in them
I don’t know what you mean about things I hate

I hate 
how money makes the world go round.
I hate feeling like I haven't done anything productive all night.
I hate having to race for the train in the mornings cause I never get up early.
I hate worrying that I haven't done enough work and I'm going to fail.
I hate how little  I understand my English or Lit texts.
I hate how everytime I hear my mum's voice my jaw clenches.
I hate it when relationships end but in a way, it lets you move on.
I hate the feeling I get when I have nothing to do but I don't want to do homework so I find something to do that I'm not interested in just so I don't have to do homework.
I hate how passive a role I take in my own life.

The "but in a way" one is always the hardest.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Suddenly, suddenly, I don't feel so insecure.

Over two weeks since my last post? Wow.
So apparently I'm 18. This is still a surprise to me, even though it's been a fact for a few months now. I just don't feel any older. I went through the last 6 or 7 years thinking that by the time I hit 18, 19, I'd be an adult. I'd be focused, mature, motivated. That my teen years were where what comprised the transition from childhood to adulthood. But I guess it doesn't work like that. I'm still unmotivated. I still procrastinate. I'm still wandering through each day. I guess I don't feel any different to 17, 16, 15. I still fall in love...For some reason I thought that love was different for adults. That it was about compromise and accepting flaws and loving the one you're with. I guess I thought wild romance, infatuation and crushed were solely the domain of the young and restless. Which makes no sense, because every love song and love story has been written but "adults". So I guess I'm wrong about that. And purpose. I thought that when you became an adult, you got purpose. You get motivation, you start planning ahead. Watching my parents shopping, working, doing whatever they do for fun, it always seemed like they knew what they're doing. No staring at the wall wondering what to do, no filling time with pointless activities, because they always know what they should be doing. And now that I realise I'm not that, I realise that perhaps they aren't either. It makes me realise how they really are human too,  with their own problems and flaws. And that scares me. My father was my first role model, like most boys, and I think every little boy wants to grow up to be strong and brave like his dad. It's a scary thing to realise that he has problems too. That sometimes he just makes it up as he goes along, because he doesn't know where he's going. It's chilling to realise that not just when I reach 20 or 30, but when I'm 40, 50, 60, 70, each year I'll still be asking myself; What now?

Admittedly, this is also a good thing. One of the most freeing things I've ever experienced was the realisation that after November this year, I can do whatever the fuck I want. If I wanted, I could book a flight to Canada and live there the rest of my life. Enrol in a cooking class. Work in a call center. Do nothing but read Dickens for a month. Go skydiving. Become an astronaut. At any point in my life, I can look in the mirror and decide that, fuck it, I'ma learn German. Of course, some things might take time, have consequences, be beyond my capabilities but my point is I could try it. After 13 years of knowing that I'm going to spend the upcoming year going to school and learning shit, the realisation that in the next 70-odd years, I control everything that I do. It's a strange feeling.

So there's my rambling for these past few weeks. As you might be able to tell, I'm not really focused on my exams.

Sorry bout the wall of text.

Friday, September 28, 2012

DId you know that can have a rather long larval stage before becoming an adult and flying?


Once upon a time, what would one day be a dragonfly was born. And as it grew, it learned more about the world around it. It learned about the lake in which it lived, the way the algae grew over a small hole that it could hide in and no one could find it. It learned about the plankton that lived in the sand on the lake floor and what food would make it grow strong. It learned to escape its predators by hiding in the sand itself, or slipping between cracks in the rock where it couldn't be reached. It spent a year like this, learning and growing. But dragonflies don't live very long.

One day, our soon-to-be dragonfly felt restless. The water paradise it had lived in seemed small, now that every inch of it had been uncovered. The algae covered hole it had loved so much was too small, its walls to stifling. So, it swam to where the light had come from, all the days of its life, despairing of its tiny domain. But at that seemingly impenetrable barrier, the dragonfly (for it is a dragonfly now) found its escape. Climbing a reed, compelled by something it couldn't explain, the dragonfly emerged from the water, to find a world of sound and light. Its gills, so dependable, were now superfluous and our dragonfly fought to breathe. Choking, it almost sank beneath the water again, but suddenly the dragonfly realised that its gills still worked, it just needed to breathe a little differently. Its skin spilt and from it our dragonfly rose, triumphant, easily moving through the air, rejoicing in its new wings and wide new world. But dragonflies don't live very long.

And so the dragonfly learned again. It found other dragonflies and created a place for itself near its old home. And each day it set out, finding food, evading birds and reptiles that sought to take it as food. It met another dragonfly and together they lay the eggs into the lake, to start the cycle anew. It had good days and bad days, victories and failures, times when in soared in the spring rain and times when it huddled up in a hole, like it was a newborn again, to escape the snow and cold. And eventually, on a fine spring day, the dragonfly fled from a sparrow and in a flash of insight realised it wouldn't get away. And before it was swallowed, it remembered the eggs it had left behind, the other dragonflies it had met and loved, the months it had spent wandering free in the world of light it had come to. And it died happily. Because dragonflies don't live very long. But they don't need to. Because dragonflies live very, very well.

I'm not sure if this is a happy story (I wrote it yes). I tried to make it one, but it came out a bit funny. I think a depressed person would find it suffocatingly optimistic, while a happy person would fine it pleasantly thoughtful. So I guess that makes it happy?

Also, I know nothing about dragonflies except what I just read off Wikipedia, so don't quote anything I said as fact. Have a nice weekend :)

Thursday, September 27, 2012

This is probably a negative post.


I need:

  • To stop thinking
  • To stop analysing my friends
  • An objective point of view
  • To know everything
  • For my damn internet to work for 10 minutes without cutting out
  • This day to be over
  • Exams to be over
  • This year to be over
  • To get away from this place and these people
  • To give up on some things
  • To hit something
  • To sleep
  • To try harder
  • To care about things
  • To not care about things
  • My internet to work for 5 goddamn minutes so I can listen to Mumford & Sons. Thank you.
  • Some genuinely good Australian music
  • A job?
  • Someone beautiful to love me.

I was listening to this before I went to sleep some nights, but now everything's just fucked.

Added to my picture collection for the first time in like half a year.
So here's a pictures dump. It may indicate some of what I'm feeling. But mostly what I need to feel. Should be feeling.

What am I even doing.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012


It's like this. Sometimes I come across something, or indeed someone, or some moment, some event, whatever. And its so perfect - and perfect is the only word I can use, just perfect (I looked up synonyms and all) - that you I just want to take it, imprison it, hold it forever, never let it go. But I know no matter what I do, how far I go and how high I rise, I can't own it completely. Nothing will ever be enough. The moment cannot last forever. And it kills me.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

This is a positive post.

Been meaning to do this one for a few days.

Things I have to look forward to after exams*:


  • Karin
  • Seitokai no Ichizon
  • Doctor Who Christmas special
  • Accel World
  • Daria
  • Metalocalypse
  • Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

  • The Collector
  • The rest of Raymond E. Feist's books.
  • The Hunger Games again
  • On the Road
  • Deus Ex: Human Revolution
  • Assassin's Creed III
  • Saint's Row: The Third
  • Far Cry
  • Far Cry 2
  • Half-Life and its sequels
  • Dragon Age: Origins
  • Skyrim DLC
  • Psychonauts
  • The original Bioshock
  • Portal
  • Valedictory dinner (really?)
  • LAN on Christmas Day
  • Soundwave
  • Building my new computer!
  • Earning money and paying back my dad.

*This is an incomplete list.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Take me to the April sun in Cuba.

I'm so tired. Not physically (though I am that a bit) but emotionally and mentally. We're doing stress in Psych at school and all I can think about is how after extended exposure to a stressor, the body becomes unable to resist any longer and enters exhaustion. I wish I had someone to talk to about my problems, but let's be honest, I just want someone to solve them. Talking wouldn't help anyway, but neither is reading my old blog posts and wondering if I can cry.  I'm desperate for VCE to be over, and I'm desperate to do well. I don't want to do my IT work, or my Lit, Psych and Maths revision. I don't want to stay awake, but I'm afraid of my nightmares and of waking up again. So I'm just sitting listening to April Sun in Cuba by Dragon, cause there's nothing in it to make me feel anything. Except now I'm trying to tell if one of the lyrics has the word "baby". Maybe it doesn't - nope there it is. Damn it. Now I need a new song.


Monday, August 27, 2012

another old draft "FoxtrotUniformCharlieKiloFoxtrotUniformCharlieKiloFoxtrotUniformCharlieKiloFoxtrotUniformCharlieKilo"

I have another follower! I find this strange. Welcome to my lonely little blog Maha Baseer. You strange person.

So I'm feeling like nothing again. Sometimes I come on here and I write stuff to let my anger out, or pretend I have someone to talk to about my boring life. And then later I'm like, why did I write that? That was a terrible idea. Sometimes this period of wtf-is-wrong-with-you happens before the post and you never get to see what could have been. I'm so goddamn tired. There are no solutions to my problems except to face them and I just don't want to. I don't like the night, cause there's nothing in it anymore. I miss people I never knew. Fucking hell. I don't even know why I'm writing. I want to pretend someone will this and come to my rescue. Fuck. I don't want to be eighteen. I don't want to have to care about taxes, elections, jobs, money, adult bullshit. What's so great about eighteen. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't want to go overseas, I don't want to go to clubs, I don't want to go to brothels, I don't want to watch R-rated movies. And Australia doesn't have R-rated games. Funny shit.

I hate complaining. I hate me.
This is going in my drafts, I can't be fucked enough.

The nightmares that are my hopes and dreams are coming back to haunt me again. I just want to leave everything behind and never think further than my next paycheck.

P.S. I haven't gotten to complain like this on Blogger in aaaages.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

A not so old draft. ".execute"

It appears that we have reached the edge
That zenith where stimuli and comatose collide.
Forty years ago the man proclaimed
The age of the gross to be upon us,
And even though the man was destroying our heritage,
And insulting our intelligence
That era has become very real.

We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure
My generation will go down as the architects
Of contemporary disgust.

Some have fought and died,
Others have allowed the strong to be butchered for a price
They themselves don't care about and will never understand.
I myself am beleaguered by the selfish face
Of a kind of man that is not mankind.

Distrust in information.
Fundamentalism of opinion.
Catastrophic boredom and a fanatical devotion
To that which does. not. matter!

Where is your glory now, people?
Where are your gods and politicians?
Where is your shame and salvation?
You rage for no reason, because you have no reason.

What have you ever fought for?
What have you ever bled for?
The face of the earth is scarred with the walking dead
The age of the gross is a living virus.

This is the future you have created.
This is the world you have set ablaze!
All your lies are coming true,
All freedom is lost, All Hope is Gone!

"Run." said the voices and he ran. He ran from his past, from his parents, from his friends. From his music, from his anxiety, his depression. From his books and his bed, his heart and his soul. He ran from the girls he had liked and the women he'd loved, from his apologies and obsessions. He ran from his failures and successes, from his hopes and his dreams, from his nightmares and realities. He ran through streets and alleys, by-ways and highways, footpaths and train tracks. He ran from the smell of her hair and the taste of her skin and the way she smiled at him. He ran from his beliefs and his prejudices, his regrets and his shame. He ran from the feeling on the back of his hand, the head on his shoulder, the arms round his waist. He ran from his joy and his fury. He ran from his ideas and his memories. He ran from who he was and who he wasn't. He ran and he ran and he ran and he ran and he ranandheranandheranandheran.

aggressive breakdown should be a thing.

Two parties in two nights, cycling through rage, anger, joy and numbness have left me emotionally and mentally exhausted. Thank god I don't have to do any work in school tomorrow. I have a stomach ache from too much sweet food and a pressure inside my head that won't let me relax. I can't concentrate and there's nothing I want to do. I can't sleep because I'm not physically tired, but I don't want to think either. So I'm writing a blog post. Cleveer.

Some things I wrote down over the past week:

"The easiest lies to believe are the ones we tell ourselves"
Because they're the ones we want to believe the most.

"You can tell a lot about a person and their state of mind through a hug"
And then a few days later:

"When a hug doesn't help, you know there's a problem"
Don't ask me what's with all the hug stuff, cause I don't have a clue.

Nothing else to say really.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

What I've been listening to.

Now that I've been released from the pressure of doing a good 200th post, I can get back to the business of my normal posting. I'm not going to write about what I did between my 198th and 200th posts, since I a.) can't be bothered and b.) can't remember. Which is a pity, but life goes on. Instead, here's a bunch of songs I've been listening to.

Thought this one would depress me, but it made me laugh instead. The chorus isn't amazing, but whatever.

This one did depress me once I listened to the lyrics properly.

Been meaning to listen to this again for ages, finally did. It's nice enough

... Catchy I guess. Video's not very good.

Chorus is the only good part of this to be honest

Watch this. Right now.

Ah, 90s rap.

It's a great song guys. Honest!

Old Blink-182, in preparation for Soundwave.

She's got a good voice. This video tripped me out first time I saw it though. On Rage. At like 11, when I'm half-asleep on the couch.

Meh. Fun.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Things that are in my 200th post.

  • Pretty girls at parties I can't talk to
  • Watching movies late at night
  • The Dark Night Rises and why it's awesome
  • Stand Up and Fight by Turisas and why it's awesome.
  • Words with u's instead of o_e's
  • Daria
  • 90's music
  • Lolita by the Veronicas and everything that's wrong with it
  • Runaway by The Killers and how it makes me sad.
  • Alternative bullshit
  • How disappointing it is that alternative is the new mainstream
  • Irony and the word I actually want to use
  • Poor Unfortunate Souls and the importance role of Disney villains in my upbringing
  • How I don't think I've actually seen Snow White
  • The fact I never keep promises.
  • Complaining: A Study
  • Exams
  • School homework and how I'm not doing it
  • Flirting, how not to do it.
  • Flirting, how do you do it?
  • Zombie Nation by Kernkraft 400
  • Raymond E Feist's novels
  • Alcohol and why I hate it
  • My mind and why I hate it
  • My mind and why I love it
  • My body and why it's dumb
  • My hair and what to do with it.
  • The impact of an interesting name
  • Homosexuality: The pros and cons.
  • Basketball: Why I should do it more.
  • Suits and how buying a suit has furthered my understanding of Barney Stinson
  • Money and how I don't have any.
  • The irritation that springs from not being allowed to put a comma before an and.
  • Why I refuse to tell anyone about my problems.
  • Why I hide stuff from my friends.
  • La Femme Nikita, what I thought.
  • What "THIS. IS. SPARTA." is actually like in it's original context (still completely random)
  • Steam, Steam sales and saving $400 by spending $100
  • Why I laugh at unfunny things
  • The illusion of control
  • The Binding of Isaac
  • How to maintain a conversation.
  • Why I just can't like some people.
  • The state of my shoes.
  • The state of my fingers
  • The state of my room (lol)
  • Lol and how IM words have influenced society.
  • Why I want to kill myself sometimes
  • Why I want to kill everyone else sometimes.
  • How boring I am
  • Clubbing: Pros and Cons
  • The importance of Capitalisation: Is there any?
  • Anticlimaxes
  • Why I won't tell disgusting jokes to girls
  • Chivalry and how I'm probably not a zombie
  • Why Blogger depresses me
  • Why I haven't posted in so long.
  • How my parents seperation has affected my grades: A SEAS application in 2000 characters
  • How my mental state has affected my grades: A SEAS application in 2000 characters
  • How I'm not probably not going to get to kiss a girl for a while
  • Complaining: Why no-one should listen to me.
  • My old drafts and why I don't want you to read them
  • Pseudonyms and who they are.
  • Why my grandmother being in hospital freaked me out.
  • Why I like hospitals
  • The importance of having a best friend.
  • Why pictures of beautiful women piss me off
  • Why I shouldn't miss sleep
  • Why I shouldn't drink.
  • How I can dance (or why I can't)
  • Why my blog has a search function
  • Why my birthday was a disappointment.
  • What loneliness feels like (like you're standing in a room with nothing in it and you know if you go outside the room there will only be another room like the first, so you just stand there and look at the wall and you want to scream but there's no-one to hear and if no-one hears you are you even there?)
  • The Mile High Club and what it's worth
  • Manic depression, other mental illnesses and how the psychologist was full of shit, I'm not interesting enough to have a disorder.
  • How these dot points are getting longer (I notice this stuff) and how only some of them have full stops.
  • Happiness and how to bring it to people
  • Blood and why I should give it
  • Fucks and why I should give them (it's a joke!)
  • Why I feel more comfortable talking with gay guys than gay girls
  • Bisexuality and why I'm straight.
  • Why talking is better than typing.
  • Nail-biting as a form of self-mutilation.
  • Why you shouldn't believe everything you read on the internet.
  • Anger and how to deal with it
  • Dermatophagia
  • My mother and why I don't care.
  • Comedy and why its good.
  • More of my personal problems in one post than the previous 199.
  • How bad it is.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Dependence and Relationships.

And now for something completely different


  1. not being influenced or controlled by others in matters of opinion,conduct, etc.; being able to think or act for oneself
  2. not being subject to another's authority or jurisdiction;autonomous; free
  3. being uninfluenced by the thought or action of others
  4. not dependent; not depending or contingent upon something else for existence, operation, etc.
  5. not being reliant on another or others for aid or support.

Financial Independence
  1. the state of having sufficient personal wealth to live indefinitely without having to work actively for basic necessities.
  2. the ability to manage your money in such away that you have sufficient funds to live your chosen lifestyle without assistance from others.
  3. To be able to meet all current and future cash outflows with passive cash inflows.

Emotional Independence
  1. To not be reliant on the opinions and emotions of others to be happy; to not allow others to influence one's emotional state.


I noticed a few weeks ago that you can't be taught how to be in a relationship, or how to relate to people. I say noticed, because I think I always kinda knew it, but I never actually realised it. If you know what I mean (and you should, you're smart aren't you?). Relationships, especially intimate ones, are things you have to work out on your own. And as you do, you find out more about yourself. From my relationships I think I've learned a few things about myself. I'm passionate and loving, but often superficial. I'm jealous and I don't bond with people readily. I'm trusting, but if you break my trust I'm slow to forgive. I can be manipulative if I let my self stop caring. I'm not very loyal and I apologise too much. I complain too much. I'm bad at understanding people. I take sides easily, but I don't often think badly of people.

I realised (properly realised, not just noticed) that I have better friends than I thought. I spoke to a guy at school yesterday, idly complaining about my general lack of direction, motivation or prospects. His reply was not what I expected. Instead of making a general statement about looking at the positives or some crap, as I am accustomed to, he made a sincere and thoughtful response that I didn't know how to answer. What he said itself wasn't what amazed me, but the fact that he actually went to the trouble of listening to me complaining and thought about what I said for more than the time it took to change the subject. In this fast-track brave new world, the fact that he stopped to think seems important.

This is my 199th post. I wanted to do something special for my 200th, but I can't think of one. Finally, I wanted to include an amazing quote from the book Magician by Raymond E. Feist. Unfortunately, I didn't note the page when I read it, and the thing's over 800 pages long. You should go read it, it's an amazing book. If I find the quote again it's going straight up here.

Found it. The internet is a wonderful place.

"There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times, we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is something about you I cherish." It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love."
-Raymond E. Feist, Magician. p. 438, 5th Ed.

Sweet dreams.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Took eighteen years to get this far.

Today's my birthday!*waves flag*
I'm eighteen, so in honour of this momentous day, you get this song.
Tada! It's Alice Cooper! You may remember him from such songs as "Poison" "School's Out" and "Department of Youth".

So anyway, I got for a present: Money, stamps from 1987, coins from 1982, a jacket, a shirt, a couple of weird foreign drinks as a joke, Riot Points, some face scrub kit (thanks Mum, real flattering), a book to write lists in and a badass briefcase.
Aaaaaand yeah. Honestly I don't feel any different from yesterday, except a bit more tired. Eighteen just means more responsibility I don't want/can't handle.

And now I'm off to do some actual revision for once. Toodles.

Friday, June 8, 2012

I don't keep many promises.

Argh I don't know what to say! Or where to start. I had a good day I've decided. Everyone's freaking out about exams it seems, and I am too, but at least my IT teacher's given me an extension for my IT SAC. I couldn't focus on either because I was worried about the other (or at least that's my excuse). Not to mention the English and Lit practise SACs I should have done and the Maths I'm horribly behind in. But keeping positive...
Its been a pretty messy week. My room needs a clean, but at least I'm not going to die...I think.
So what's new. My hair's still long, my clothes are still cheap and my motivation is still (pretty) abysmal. But keeping positive...
I was really tired today for some reason, so hopefully I can get some sleep tonight.
Umm. I had a day off school, but went anyway to talk to my IT teacher and try and get some work done. But he wasn't there so I had to email him - which is appropriate I guess, but I didn't want to for some reason :S
I really wanna watch Tangled again. Oh, I saw Tangled. And Mulan. And Mulan 2, Aladdin and Aladdin 2 (not all in one day silly). I went on a kind of Disney binge :D. And a Disney music binge. The number of times I've heard "Prince Ali" today..

Robin Williams is a brilliant actor. Just incredible.
What else. I played games (being me) and had noodles for dinner, which I haven't had in aaaages.

Tangled is awesome.
Man I'm tired. This hasn't been a very interesting post. I noticed that I forgot to add tags to my last few posts, so I might do that before bed. Then tomorrow, basketball (maybe) and revision! Fun!
So yeah.

Oh. And my 18th birthday is in a few days. I.. well, I don't really care. I'm not having a party, because I'm not a party person, but I'll get together a few guys for a birthday chill-out after exams. That's good enough for me I think.
So that's it from me until my Psych exam is over.
Oh, and this tune is just... awesome. I love it. You have to listen to the bit after 1:40 though -.-.

Oh and guys, I've decided. I want a castle!

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Got a Psych SAC and an IT SAC tomorrow, but hey, like I can prioritise.

I was gonna post something, but then I was like, that's a stupid idea Joker, why would you do that. So here's a song.

Also, I don't usually do things like this, but Natalie Dormer is ridiculously attractive and her eyes are insane. And her hair.What the hell.


Sunday, May 27, 2012

In the dark of night, your face, it haunts me.

I don't really feel like blogging. But I do. I want to go to bed. But I don't. I definitely don't want tomorrow to come. Well, today I guess. I don't want the sun to rise. So here's a list.

Things that depress me*:

  • The past, memories of
  • The future, dreams of
  • the present, thoughts of
  • My made bed.
  • My clean room
  • Early mornings
  • Late nights
  • Late mornings
  • Early nights
  • School
  • Facebook
  • Some of my music
  • Some of what I watch
  • Some of what I read
  • My phone
  • My keys
  • My dad
  • My mum
  • My brother
  • Talking to my friends (sometimes)
  • Pretty girls
  • Plain girls
  • Smart people
  • Dumb people
  • Fat people
  • Anorexic people
  • Tall people
  • Some short people
  • My teeth
  • My nails
  • My weight
  • My height
  • My hair, sometimes
  • Some of my clothes.
Things that don't depress me*:
  • My unmade bed
  • My dirty room
  • Some of my music
  • Some of what I read
  • Some of what I watch
  • My hair, mostly

Can't think of anything else.

*or "make me sad", if you're the kind of person that insists depression is a mental illness and therefore shouldn't be used when itemizing a petty teenager's woes.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.

So. So. Things. Stuff.

Its been too long since I last posted and I've been meaning to for ages. I'm in a good mood, though I shouldn't be, cause I haven't done any Maths homework and I've got a SAC on Tuesday. My internet is cutting in and out right now, so I can't read what my last post said. I think it was a few weeks ago though. I'm trying to be more..umm..damn I can't think of the word, but I'm trying to do more work and focus on my goals properly instead of slacking off like always. Although considering how much homework I did this weekend, it's not going very well.

I saw my school's production of Hello Dolly last week. It was rather good, although they made a few mistakes -.-.

Ok my internet decided to come back up, lessee what my last post said. Hmm. I like it, nicely written.
Great, now my net is down again and I can't listen to Turisas :(. Guess I'll open Winamp.

Where was I? I have a new follower!!! I haven't a new follower since.. well, it's been a long time. Anyway, Emilia has decided its time my follower count reached 30 and jumped on board. Welcome to thee. Sorry about the mess.

Now. the ever-animated Camelgirl has seen fit to tag me with Erimentha's Cassie tag. It's been a long time since my last. Here goes.

Abracadabra, Wow!  
I like boys who have goals and dreams and girls with have long hair
I like it when I find awesome knew songs on my own.
I like getting good marks - even if they are in IT and everyone else got good ones too -.-
I like having teachers who actually know how to teach, as well as knowing their subject.
I like music as a way of communicating emotion.
I like not having to worry about my future or what's going to happen to me.
I like playing games online with friends - for such a long time gamer, its a surprisingly rare thing for me.
I like cool words, like ouroboros and aphorism and pariah and pyrrhic. 
I like my long hair.
I like stories about Badass Normals. And just general badasses.
I like being a part of a comfortable silence.
I love Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock Holmes.
Today I did some Psych homework, read manga, watch HIMYM, ate chocolate and scrambled eggs (not together), talked to Camelgirl, fulfilled a promise, slept in, raged at my internet for not working, found epic new music, played League and cleaned my room (a bit).

In some ways, I love everything. Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular I like things that I like but I love everything There’s more choice in like Cos even the worst things have things you love in them I don’t know what you mean about things I hate  

I hate
people who refuse to consider another person's position or opinion because of their own self-centredness/selfishness/self-righteousness/self-certainty/prejudices. There's a word for people like that but I can't think of it. It might be "bigot".
I hate overblown nationalism and xenophobia, in any country.
I hate people who think I'm a loser for liking the music I like.
I hate how much I have hidden from my friends in the past few years.
I hate feeling like shit after being mean to someone I care about.
I hate how little I see my mum since my parents separated.
I hate books and movies that end stupidly but in a way, I guess changing the ending could make them worse than they are sometimes.
I hate that I'll have to cut my hair soon.
I hate my teeth and nails.

I hate this. Wow, sorry....

Well that went interesting. Now I'd love to stay and chat, but I've gotta run. Toodles.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I thought I would be able to go to sleep listening to the rain, but then I realised the "rain" noise was my computer

I don't have a bad life. I live in a good house, I have good friends. I don't have to work if I don't want to, I have access to more food than I need. If I'm cold I have a heater and warm clothes. If I'm hot I can put the cooler on, or go outside and relax in the sun. I can go to the pool, the library, the shops, the bowling alley. I'm not restricted or trapped. I have the power to make changes in my own life. I have a bed to sleep in, a roof over my head, music and games and movies. I have technology, and the world at my fingertips. I am happy, and when I'm not I will be soon enough. I've never starved, or been afraid to fall asleep, or begged for money, food, shelter. I have the luxury of not getting what I want because I have all I need. I could pick any goal to work towards, and have a decent chance of getting there. And like everyone in my position, I want more.

I haven't met someone new I considered beautiful for a long time. I'd like to I suppose. I miss the excitement, the heady joy of being in love and the amazing possibility of being loved back. I miss that. Sometimes (often) I think of the times when I was in love, and loved. But I've burned those bridges and need some more to cross. Ah fuck. I didn't want to do a post like this. I hate myself.

I just wanted to let you know I bought Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends by Coldplay today for ten dollars. It reminded me of the song Violet Hill, which is on it. I can't remember who I used to think about when I sang that song. I don't know who to think about now.

If I could have the names tattooed on my skin
of all the people 
I have ever loved,

whether fiercely or simply
because of a single glance
exchanged across a crowd,
or the brush of fingertips
accidentally exchanged
across a table.
Then maybe when I die
they will look at my body
and say he loved many,
and if the reasons I loved them,
were there as well,
then my entire body
shall be covered with ink -
evidence of love
and being loved,
proof of a life
lived in love
shall be written
all over my skin.

-P.S. I am Me


Monday, April 23, 2012

Psalm 69:20

I thought I should post again, plus I found a great quote I wanted to share. Life's pretty ordinary at the moment. I finished school early and I wanted to go home, but I didn't want to do anything in particular once I got here. So I read a bit, and finished watching The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. Which was nice enough. I've got a day off on Wednesday, which I'm looking forward to for some reason.
I don't like this new Blogger layout. It shows my view counts, which I always wanted to see, but I know they'll depress me later. Right now I'm just.. content, calm, quiet.
Been listening to Johnny Cash a bit. He's got an amazing voice, I could listen to it all day.

What else. My fingernails are ragged and torn from biting. It's an ugly habit, but I've never really minded. Wombat had to go to hospital cause of stomach pains and I was a bit scared. But he's fine now, so that's good.

Well that's enough I think. I've posted a lot this month, comparatively. Seeya.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

So "Victory Song" by Ensiferum isn't exactly the most apt song to be listening to but...

 Been a long time since I put some music up on here. I made a Youtube playlist of Folk Metal songs I like, because downloading is annoying and I my computer was reset and so I don't have stuff. Anyway.

Swords in their hands,
They killed each and every man,
Who dared to invade their sacred land.
Victory songs are rising in the night
Tell all of their undying strength and might.

So school's back tomorrow. Still can't bring myself to care too much, as always. I just don't want to go is all. I'll get through this I guess.

I still miss you sometimes. And for that I apologise.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

You forgot one very important thing mate.

Still don't like my last post. It was baaaad. Can't do anything about it now though.
So I'm going to go to bed and hope that in the morning everything won't seem as shit as it does right now. Oh, don't worry, I'm not sad or depressed. I just don't like being up this late reading sad truths and looking at amazing pictures that make me sad. But I'm not sad in and of myself.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

I want you to hit me, as hard as you can.

Yeah.. I kinda flipped last post. I was in a bad mood and I got angry. Sorry if anyone was offended. Which I doubt, but you never know.

I just spent ten minutes reading some old posts - again. God I sound so interesting don't I? Mysterious little boy with not so much honeyed words as unmindful honesty and lies. Not so much lies as misdirections... anyway.

I often compose blog posts in my head when I'm going somewhere and I don't have anything to focus on. It helps to organise myself I guess. So I walked  back from Wombat's house and thought about my day and what tomorrow would bring and how I felt. I saw the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie today with Wombat and CG and Nova. It was enjoyable enough. I wonder whether I was a good enough host, considering I didn't do much.
It's holidays, by the way, but only for another week. I have four SACs when I get back, so I need to get some revision done. And I'm tired now, so I'll go to bed after this.

Due to the unfortunate fact that I do not have complete control over my own thought processes, I have been forced to think about things I'd rather not. So. I do not have a crush on anyone. I don't. Don't don't don't. Don't. I can't be bothered and don't have the time for a girlfriend. So I'm not going to think about anything except school if I can help it. I won't think about how I'm not going to social, or formal, or schoolies. I'm not going to think about how many movies I want to see and all the books I want to read. I'm not going to think about anything except how important school is and how I'm going to focus on it. I'm most certainly not going to think about my dreams. 
Why am I even saying this. Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit. I really don't like this post.

I'm tired. I had an annoying dream. I've been playing Skyrim and COD6 and my laptop got fixed. Got some homework to do. That is all.

Godammit I hate my asshole writing.

Feel free to avoid commenting.

Hey look, a completely unrelated picture!