It's study week.

It's study week this week which means I'm watching movies, writing, sewing, and just generally avoiding studying.

I wrote a short story today which I kind of like (at the moment). Sent it to a few people. They didn't say anything about it. Does this mean it's shit? Probably. Meh.

I really want to re-read my novel and try to write some more for it.

I'm currently making a risotto for my dinner, and later tonight I will probably make an apple pie because I've been craving one for sooo long, and it's not my washing up night tonight so win-win situation hey?

Going to finish sewing my bloody dress soon too. Gathering the skirt is taking so damn long. It best be worth it or I'll probably cry.

So there. Plenty of activities other than study to occupy my time. Lovely.

Didn't I?

Didn't I promise that my posts on here would no longer be like those bellow? Sheesh.

Here, have two photos from Groovin the Moo:

Hehehehehehehehe....

And, anyone for some terrible poetry??

http://prittee1.deviantart.com/art/Cross-to-Bear-165128605

Kbye.

Wow.

Wow, I have changed a lot. It hit me last night at Groovin the Moo. I don't really know who I am anymore.

I feel sort of demoralised and useless - incapable of resolution and lacking the fight I used to have in me. It's kind of sad.

I used to be a really strong, confident person, didn't I? I knew what direction I was heading in. I knew what my limits were. I don't feel like I have any limits anymore. It's scary. I feel like I'm pushing myself too far.

I find myself going to further and further extremes, these days. Recently I've gone places I used to think I never would. But it doesn't seem to matter so much anymore.

I don't feel as if I have anyones expectations to live up to, but this isn't a good thing. I still want my parents to be proud of me, but I can do whatever I want when I'm out without them really knowing about it. I used to want to be good for someone, but I lost them long ago.

This is a horrible come-down.

Apparently.

Free-IQTest.net - Free IQ Tests

Apparently this makes me a genius. Shows how accurate these tests are.

I feel like.

I feel like time is running out. I constantly see sand filtering through an hourglass in my mind. If I stop what I'm doing and pay attention to it, something happens to my lungs. It's hard to breathe.

I don't think I've ever been so frightened in my life. What's happening?

Taking a break.

Taking a break from my pile of homework to write something that doesn't require a ridiculous amount of referencing >:(

Last Monday Lisa, Maz and I went to Wide Open Mic at Mojos. Katiy joined us soon after. We stayed for a little while but started to feel rude because we were talking while the people were playing. We decided to go on an adventure.

We drove to the shops to grab some supplies: cookies, shapes, iced coffee, red bull for Kaity, four little plastic bottles, flour and food colouring. Oh yes, we had a plan. Lisa told us of a little basketball court under the bridge in North Fremantle, so that's where we headed. We filledour little bottles with flour, food colouring and river water and painted a lovely little mural and (after a little complaining by me about the fact that we are university students and traditionally we're supposed to be the activists and why were we never doing any cool protesting like they do in the movies and blah blah) a message. Humans > Robots. Duh.



My parents were confused by my blue hands when I returned home at about 11. What a wonderful night of fun.

In other news, apparently self-loathing is causing me to make enemys of people that I don't disslike. Yes, thanks for the info. So what the fuck do I do about it?

Congratulations Elisa. You're stupid.