Galaxy

If I were actually told that in order to study astronomy at college you would need physics and like extension 6 maths, I most definately would've put on my smart shoes and done them.
I would kill, literally, to study astronomy.

The stars are my valium.
A metaphor for my happiness.
They engulf me on a nightly basis and I become enthralled in their beauty.

If they were a drug, call me addicted.

This Is Not A Test

Ryan Gosling, feeel free to pop on over and marry me anytime you'd like.
I mean shit, look at him.
I'm in love.

This woman is the most beautiful person in the world.

I have so much envy for her. Yet, still so much love.

I spent my day with her today; Bridge to Terabithia and She and Him

From Quite Some Time Ago

Metaphor

There are stars overlooking us each night as we dream. Stars that are filled with gold. There is one star, the brightest one, which is held so dearly and closely to our hearts. If any metaphor could explain the relevance of this person, it could only be the brightest star, filled with all the gold in the world.

There is enough love within my heart to satisfy a whole nation, to wed a thousand couples and to bring smiles to an everlasting generation.
This love, is undying, it will not change, for the name is engraved within my heart forever.

Shall we dance?

I'm confused about what is better, keeping secrets or spreading them? It seems today that when we envelope our secrets inside, we are kept away from the degradations of gossip. I mean, who really thrives for gossip. Yes, I know there are many people who do, those who just have to let the world know everything they know/feel, but some of us, are not interested what-so-ever. So, it seems that in order for me to not become engulfed in the oppressive chains of gossip, i must keep to myself.

Then I question whether that is healthy?

Too many questions, too little time.

Innocence

As slicked back as my hair was, as much as I looked like an alien, I would kill to go back, to when there wasn't a care in the world.

"So, like, um she's the biggest bitch i've like ever seen like, omg."

Want to know what I am sick of? No, well I'm going to tell you anyways, that's just the sort of person I am.

I'm drained, completely drained. Because of 'he said, she said'. I mean what is truly the idea behind it? To force people into corners, hidden from social contact. Me, no, i'm not remotely interested. In fact, if I could, I would live among the stars, communicating only with the gold found within them, gold that could speak. And it wouldn't be 'he said, she said', we'd have evolutionary conversations about, perhaps earth and why it moves the way it does, we'd talk about how everytime people look at the stars, no matter where, they are the same, or maybe poverty and how we can change the world. Things that didnt have any relevance but are so important.
Ask yourself how often you have spoken about something that truly makes you think twice, something that you have to put a tiny bit of your heart into? This is what i'd like.

I would have no worries about gossip and if what I am doing is 'okay' in the eyes of the people around me.

I have 5 cares in this world, genuinely:
- my family
- the triangle/our crew
- music
- 2012
- finishing school

The rest, is simply that, the rest.
I'm not changing, especially not for you, you can learn to deal with it.

Questions consistantly arise throughout my life about why things happen, why things don't happen and how things can be changed. These questions are sometimes fulfilling, but often very hard to answer. I find it necessary to record the questions, to pull them apart and develop an understanding of them. But then I ask, will my questions ever be answered or will I continue to live in a state of uncomprehension?

This question bugs me the most of all. I think for me to be able to fully relate to or understand the people around me, I must first understand myself and my thoughts, but I dont yet have this ability, nor do I see it coming anytime soon. Ah, someday I will know, until then. Life goes on...

And what a great life I am currently living, havent had a bad day in a long time and it is perfect.

I gave someone my necklace, genuinely never thought I'd ever ever ever do that. It's good but, it's okay, lucky she is cool I guess. Will keep her safe. Woo.

A list of things I neeed:
-right now a glass of orange juice
-sleep
-a new riff
-a blondie dress
-a tissue
-some new vinyls


Just for shits and giggles.
398 daysss. :)

Enchanted

I feel as though I have been ultimately enchanted by happiness.

Finally, my life is amazing. Finally, i'm genuinely happy.
The people, the ones that are around, are people I couldn't possibly change for the world.
I'm surrounded by things that make me happy.

I smile, constantly. Cannot wipe it off my face.

This life is beautiful.

THANKYOU.

And We Were Weekend Warriors

This weekend, my parents ventured to the depths of the beautiful Victoria, right into the heart of Geelong. As jealousy began to overpower me, I found it completely and utterly necessary to make this weekend worthwhile. And did I ever.

A weekend of pure bliss.

Friday, it begun with the Port Macquarie Races, informally known as Port Cup, this was attended by myself and fellow "punters". It was a rainy day, but it was highly enjoyable. Then the fun began. The girls, plus a few others came around to my place and we spent the night giggling like children and drinking copious amounts of alcohol, specifically for me, thy beautiful red red wine. I danced until my feet could not take it anymore, enjoyed a midnight feast of some yum yum pasta! Then hit the hay.

Saturday, was more and more bliss. Spent the day lounging around in the rain, being so cosy and warm, then played a gig at a gig called the GIG, rad hey? It was fun, the likes of The Josephine March, Rargo and Moscow Victory Parade played and it was insane. I then had afterwards at our house once more, this is when it got really fun and I realised that this weekend would be one not easily forgotten. Back at home, we (brother Andy and I) were accompanied by Lindsy Millerr, Abby (Abracadabra) Pattison, Mim (not Mimi) Holvast, Laura Bridle, Pat Bolster-and RARGO, Dan Bridle, Lachlan Walsh and a few others. It was beautiful, we begun with glasses of red wine, and drawing pictures of one another, it was super cute. We then ventured to the dance floor, where tunes by the likes of Blondie and Prince were played and some of the greatest dancing experiences of my life took place. I spoke of becoming a unicorn, which someday will happen. Abby, Mim and I, formally known as "the kickers" went on a midnight bike ride-which was the cutest thing ever, I doubled Abby and we made it swiftly, just in time for Mim to get caught breaking into her own house, good times good times. 2012 <3.>

A good weekend, in fact a great weekend, the best in a long long time. Here are some pictures that resulted from this weekend, sometime soon we'll dance again yes?

Lou and Lu

It is fucking love.

You see these red wine lips:

This is Abracadabra, a major formulator of my happiness on Saturday night. :)

Here she is again, did i mention her wonderful talent when dancing to Blondie-best moment.

Midnight snack:

I will become a unicorn and sit at your front door.

"Good friends til the end"

What's missing, is Mim Holvast's picture, this person is divine.

Recollection

This time in our life is a period of recollection, a period of self-determination and a period of self-discovery.

Constantly throughout our lives we are reminded of our past, of the things that have formed and shaped us into the people we are today. But, in complete honesty, how often do we take the time to actually reason for our actions? How often do we focus on the past, rather than the future and what we want to become? It's these questions that I cannot answer for myself.

A recollection.

To begin with, we are shaped, from early ages, by our family. Those who we hold most dearly and love whole-heartedly. Continuously throughout our lives they influence us. They teach us, help us to learn.

We then grow. We are placed in environments where we are forced to engage with others. We find comfort within groups. Groups of friends, people who support you and love you, for long periods of time. They are people with whom you can be confident with. They stick by you no matter what.

It is within these groups and from other experiences that we find special people. Those who touch your heart and soothe you're soul. They are the people who you idolise, those you base your persona on. You have faith in them, complete and utter trust and a love and bond that no one can break. These people formulate who you are.

Experiences prepare us for what we are to expect, and both the good times and bad have evolutionary effects on us as people. We shed tears, feel love, share hugs and smile endlessly. It's these times where we learn our expected behaviours and our memories are shaped. Memories that will never ever fade.

And as time goes on, we are asked to reflect on how we have come to be, why it is we smile at certain things, why we are comfortable in some situations and not in others, the reason why we feel the need to live. Often we don't reflect, we move forward in an almost formulated routine, thinking only about tomorrow and the pressures to succeed and be the people who we aren't. I, myself, find it necessary to reflect, to think about the people that you, after significant recollection realise, you couldn't live without. To pull apart you're memories and think about the moments that have left you wondering if life could possibly get any better, those ones that will never ever go away, that took your breath away at the time and still do now. I think this, the recollection, the memories, the people, this is who we are. It defines us, well I know it defines me.

I owe the world to these people, to these memories. A lifetime of love.