All eyes on the calendar, another year I claim of total indifference.

So, 2009 is gone.
2010 is in.

Can't tell you how excited I am.




People need to be made more aware of the need to work at learning how to live because life is so quick and sometimes it goes away too quickly.

We could be us.

Everyweek I'm going to update this, if i don't then I am obviously too lazy.

I want to go to the shack, I want a break from working, and i want to sit on the deserted beach with Josh and sleep. Perhaps, with some food.

It feels great to get recent thoughts out in the open. I feel horrible, but at the same time I feel as though it needed to be done. Samantha, despite everything that has been going on, is an amazing person. Actually having that much needed conversation has made me think about how lucky I am to know and have the people i do.

I'm sick of reading about how people feel sorry for themselves, over facebook! If I were to hide everyone who did that from my feed, i would've hid pretty much everyone by now. Stop dwelling over facebook, and get out there and do something about it.
:)

I'm saving up for a camera.
I think I must be sufforing from short term memory loss, or something. I can't think of anything about this week :|

I just got back from going to Josh's uncles house :) I love Josh's family. I miss spending as much time as what I did with Josh. We're always so busy!

Outrageous Fortune isn't going to watch itself, goodbye.

I'm in love with my car.

I should really stop being so distant from this blog. Or, maybe I should. I strongly doubt anyone reads this, maybe Samantha, and some other lurkers.
I just got back from Patricks Party, like his small gathering to celebrate his 17th Birthday! It was good, it made me realise how idiotic I am, because they're a good bunch of people. Some others I was beginning to consider 'friends' no less, weren't. I apologize to anyone who really is great, but was over shadowed by the awfulness that is some people's personalities, kind of like, Josh Sleep! - I only think Samantha will Understand what I'm getting at, in that sentance.

I'm going for my VORT test tomorrow afternoon, the thought of failure makes me not want to do it. Could you imagine if I fail? I'd be so depressed, I'd seriously never speak to another person again, except My Josh Healey!
I will, no less Pass... If I'm optimistic about the whole thing, but being a pessimist seems to over shadow the concept of success. I will however pass, Goran said I'm ready, therefore, I'm ready!

Jordan's not home at the moment, someone come over, I'm thinking Will & Grace season 1 and popcorn!

Recently, i've been pondering.

The other day was my friend Catherine's Sixteenth Birthday Party. It was only a few people (since the majority of people deicded not turn up.) but it was a really good night.

All the girls were suppose to "dress up" in a glamourous fashion, and if you know me thats something I don't really do. Also something a lot of my friends really don't do, so it was great to see some of them dressed up, everyone looked very beautiful.

That night i spoke to people I haven't really spoken to in a while. I hadn't spoken to some of these people due to conflict between myself and their friends. It was really good to talk about it all and hear where they were during this all this "conflict" was happening.

I've come to realise that I really do not care about certain people anymore. I use to think of them as something, and they turned out to be the complete opposite. At least some people have the descentsy to show you straight away the awful person they are. Which is where I'm kind of contradicting myself. If anyone read my former blog from Myspace they would know that i strongly dislike people who make bad first impressions. But now I'm not sure if I like the idea of knowing right away that they are a complete tool, or wasting time to figure it out for myself.

One day I am going to be brave enough to ride on Josh's shoulders, instead of him having to ride on Nicks.

There are so many things i love about this photo. The enjoyment Josh is having. Nick bizarley looking up at Josh's face. I think the thing I love most, is Jacks laughing face.

Today I was a loner in basically all my classes. Maths first and second lesson, Catherine, Samantha and Bradley were away so i was forced to sit by myself on the one side of the room. Everyone lse sat on the other side, it was as if i stank or something. :)

During lessons 3 and 4 I had design, and I was lucky enough to be able to go out side and draw pictures of buildings. I was hoping Josh was playing Football at this time so i could pretend to be drawing and just watch him instead, but he wasn't.
In lesson 5 i had Biology and i sat with Tesfay. All i did was write a boring letter to Samantha expressing my anger on how she wasn't there.

In lesson six i had legal. Mr Howley made that lesson fun. So did Peter.

End.

Sit back, relax.

Right now, I am in immense pain, since I just got my bracers tightened. Which isn’t very fun, considering all I can eat is mush. So I drove over to Woolworths with mum and bought lasagna for dinner, like in those small cheap packs.
All was good, until I was eating it and found a blonde hair indented in the second layer. I’m now considering if this is worse then the time I was served bloody chicken which blood stained my chips.
No, that was much worse.
So after those two horrendous encounters, I never want to eat food again. That’s a lie; I’ll be eating McDonalds soon.
Tomorrow is Thursday, one of my favourite days of the week, paying no attention to the fact that I have to catch the bus in the morning. I’m so sick of all the road work around my neighborhood, it’s so inconvenient.
I need to get Josh a present. It’s his birthday in less then two weeks. And I’ll be living it up at netball grand final instead. L So I need to get him an AMAZING gift, so that he’ll forgive me for not being there. I’m like the worst person ever; I don’t know why he hangs out with me.

First Blog

That's Samantha, expect her to be mentioned a lot of times.


It's like 1:21 and I woke up at 7 this morning. I am really tired, so as an attempt to stay awake, I’m going to write myself a blog. Since Samantha is such an atrocious helper, I don’t really have a topic.
But I guess I’ll just use this to write everything down and all that crap.
I’m getting up extra early tomorrow so I can go shopping with Josh, so we can go to the Clipsal500. I’ve never been there before. I’m going because Josh asked me, and it’ll be fun. I’m not even sure what a V8 thing is. I thought it was vegetable juice.
I’m going to bed. I’ll write next week.



First Blog, done.