...I ponder on what lay in the past, what lies ahead and what is as I lay here...

...I ponder on what lay in the past, what lies ahead and what is as I lay here...

...lonely in a world full of people, and scared beyond measure.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

...I can't stop thinking about it all; it's driving me crazy...

I miss you already.

A week ago, right now, we were getting dropped off by a taxi after an awesome night and getting you some maccas. Now, we haven't spoken for a week.

I don't know what you think about last Saturday night, but I enjoyed it quite a bit. It was great to catch up in person again...

This not talking thing is kinda making it all harder to believe, but I know what happened last Saturday night was real.


I just want to know what you think...

I just want to talk to you like we normally do again...

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

...Another thought comes to mind...

...I'm starting to think that maybe our Saturday night was just a dream. It was so good, and by the way you seem; maybe it was only just a dream...

Except you don't get sunburnt or mud on you in reality when you do in a dream unless you sleep walk... And I'm pretty sure I don't sleep walk.


Now you aren't really even talking to me.

What the?

I really wish you knew what this is doing to my mind...

...I think about you again...

What was that the other night? Did you mean what you said or did you only want me in bed? I'm confused about what you want, especially seeing you only talk to me late at night, or when no one else is around. What is with that?

I hope you know that you still mean a lot to me and that I don't hate you. I never have and never will; but how am I supposed to know how you feel when you always send me mixed signals?

Sure I appreciate the other night, I wouldn't trade it for the world. It was great to hang out with you again, and to just be ourselves. Why can't that happen more often though? Why?

I didn't sleep much last night ( I have been tired all day, even during my exam this morning) because I kept waking up every few minutes to check my computer. Fudge I hate my stupidity.

Was I stupid to think that you might have felt that way about me again? Maybe I was because I don't know what to think. How can I know?

I know you don't tell people much about how you feel deep down, but please... just tell me straight up what is going on. I was serious about what I said a few days ago... If these mixed messages with no real answers continues, as well as only talking during the night, then I will have to force myself to not tlak to you. I'd hate to have to do that.

Please understand how confused I am right now. If you are confused, please tell me... It's better than sending me mixed signals and have myself second guessing everything.

Friday, January 21, 2011

...I write about some positive things about me...

This going to be hard...

I'm caring. Sometimes I care too much.
I'm generous. Sometimes I'm also too generous... but that's how I am.
I love to exercise.
My spelling and grammar is generally quite good.
I sacrifice what I want so others around me can be happy.
I can stand up to those who say I can't do things, and tell them I can.
I would do just about anything for some of my extended foster family and all of my closest friends.
I am committed to whatever I put my mind to.

That's all I can think of...

Thursday, January 20, 2011

...I realise how the world REALLY sees me...

Ugly
Fat
Terrible Voice
Last person you'd want to be seen with
Huge Chest
Dumb
Stupid
Whingy
Bitchy
Lazy
Pushes everyone away
Loser
Nigel
Annoying
Talks way too much
Snob
Money waster
Incompetant

FAILURE

Saturday, January 15, 2011

...I add a quick note..

The Script: For the First Time

She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart,
While I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar
And we don't know how,

How we got into this mad situation,
Only doing things out of frustration:

Trying to make it work but man these times are hard.
She needs me now, but I can't seem to find the time.
I've got a new job now in the un-employment line;
And we don't know we got into this mess, it's a God's test.
Someone help us cause we're doing our best:

Trying to make it work but man these times are hard.
But we're gunna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine.
Sit talking up all night.
Saying things we haven't for a while, a while. Yeah.
We're smiling but we're close to tears.
Even after all these years,
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting...

For the first time.

She's in line at the door with her head held high.
While I just lost my job but didn't lose my fight,
But we both know how,
How we're gonna make it work when it hurts,
When you pick yourself up you get kicked in the dirt:

Trying to make it work, but man these times are hard.
But we're gonna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine,
Sit talking up all night,
Saying things we haven't for a while, a while. Yeah.
We're smiling but we're close to tears,
Even after all these years;
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting...
For the first time.

Drinking old cheap bottles of wine,
Saying things we haven't for a while, a while. Yeah.
We're smiling but we're close to tears,
Even after all these years;
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting:
For the first time...
For the first time...
Oh, for the first time.
Yeah, for the first time.

Oh these times are hard.
Yeah they're making us crazy,
Don't give up on me baby.
Oh these times are hard.
Yeah they're making us crazy,
Don't give up on me baby.

Oh these times are hard.
Yeah they're making us crazy,
Don't give up on me baby.


Oh these times are hard.
Yeah they're making us crazy,
Don't give up on me baby.


From the first time I heard this song, I loved it. If you know me well, you'll know why...


...I note some of my major thoughts at the moment...

Just a few random bits and pieces I've been thinking about today:

Facebook like: I'm sorry I don't have glamorous hair, perfect skin, the straightest teeth or the best body. I'm sorry I don't doll myself up all the time and that I wear those baggy shirts around the house. I'm sorry that I like to eat junk food once in a while and I'm sorry that I'm not a fitness guru. I'm sorry I'm not like some of the other girls. But the funniest thing of all is that I'm not sorry.

This just emphasises the fact that I'm not going to be someone I'm not so that people like me. I will be me.

Lately, I've had some suggestions for music from some one, which I now have stuck in my head. I also have some other songs stuck on my head too... So I made a facebook note with them. :)

We Dance to a Different Disco because all we hear is Radio Gaga. The Cat's in the Cradle, Dammit and She Hates Me. I don't think I remember a taste as sweet as this December but just you wait and see: I will, I will, I will Chase that feeling to shake it. I Want You Back In My Hands as I'm Rocking Your Body tonight. I talk to you every now and then; and as I'm Feeling This my thoughts send me on a Carousel. What's My Age Again because I can't sleep and We Don't Deed Another Hero. Ladies and Gentlemand are Werewolves and we'll be Counting the Stars together on the Planets in Bat Country. I'm One Step Closer to Nothing At All, Wendy. As I Break Dance Not Hearts, I Shimmy A Go Go in my Ruby Red shoes. We All Know that's Enough for Now.

Sentences three, four and five are all what I'm sorta thinking about more. Two and three, I really shouldn't, but hey... We are all human.

It's kinda hard to be getting mixed signals from someone; but hey, I'd rather that than not being able to talk to them at all.

Another song that I've been thinking of a lot lately is 'The Time.' The Chorus goes a little bit like this:


I have had the time of my life;
And I've never felt this way before,
And I swear, this is true,
And I owe it all to you!



In case you are wondering, and are old enough to remember, yes: that song was from the awesome movie 'Dirty Dancing.'

On to another point.

Firework by Katy Perry is one of the best songs released in 2010 (other than those by Short Stack, of course) and it's great to listen to when I'm feeling a bit down.

I know this blog doesn't usually have so many references to music, but hey. Music is my favourite thing (other than rain of course; nothing can top that!) so I thought it time to put some music in here. (It wasn;t actually a decision so to speak, but most of the music that is in this post has had me thinking really hard in one way or another in the last few weeks.

Getting on with the blog, a band was recently introduced to me by a good friend of mine. I love the song they suggested and am thinking of researching their other music and to probably get hooked on those as well. What is the name of the band you may ask? They are 'Save Us for Summer' and their song 'Rocking Your Body' has been "rocking my brain" for the last few days. As much as the lyrics aren't the most innocent, I still love them.

Now back to some of my 'same ole' type of blogging.

So the situation with a certain person still hasn't brought itself to head. I've been waiting for months, and thought that maybe in the time that Ive been down here, that he might have wanted to talk in person, like normal friends do; but it seems that's not goiong to happen now unless it happens next weekend. I just want to see him again. He's awesome. I bet if you met him you'd think so too. His university friends apparently call him a 'Mad C**t" and so does Matt, one of our mutual friends. Wrapping up this topic for now though, as much as I would have liked to spend some time with him, I am also a scared chick who thinks that a lot of situations are awkward, so I have still enjoyed my time here so far as I have somewhat compartmentalised all of the 'him' stuff and just enjoyed myself anyways!

I mean, why not? There's been a flood on here. I am from a place in Queensland which has only been affected by the floods in a minor way. Sure the creek behind my house swelled up like a river, and sure the bridge 250m away from my house flooded for a week, but it was ok because my house is 12 metres above and the floods reached a maximum level of eight metres. Photos of said flood will appear on my other blog: http://randommeishness.blogspot.com in time to come.

Something else I have been doing these holidays is studying for my supplementary exams for the uni subjects that I was only one and three marks off of passing. As I have been doing this, I have also been pondering my path to what I will do after uni. As a part of this I considered what aspects of uni I have enjoyed the most. I mean, sure, I enjoyed my practicals for my science degree, but other than that I haven't really been enjoying it at all. As a result of this, I have decided to see how this first semester of second year uni pans out and at the end I will decide whether to continue with science or to drop it for another time. At the present time, I don't feel that I want to continue the science degree for now; and I guess that's ok for me, because I love studying for law.

Well that's enough from me for the night, I've had enough of typing my thoughts so I will disappear, listen to music and talk to people online. :)


Friday, January 14, 2011

...I needed to vent... in the form of a verse from a song...

♪Playing mind games, Playing mind games.
No one knows what u  want
'cause you can't stop
Playing mind games.
Those mixed signals,
You keep on a  sending
Are soon...
Gonna get thrown back in your face. ♪


It's probably crap, but I don't care. The person that it's directed at? I'm sick of them expecting me to be there at the wee hours of the morning to talk to them. Sick of getting sick from lack of sleep because I want to please them, not in any non-platonic way, but just in general. Sure, I miss them... But hell... Give me some slack. Contact me in the day time; talk to me in person. Take that 300m walk. Stop being a flickhead, please. For my freaking sanity.

Soon, I'm going to get the strength to not talk to you everytime you want me to. It's taken me almost two years to get to the stage I'm at. You are treading a thin line. I can't stand to continue receiving mixed signals from you. If you like me like that, show it. If not, tell me; then stop sending mixed signals.

Yet with all of this going through my mind, I still can't bear to lose you. If you don't get your a*** into gear soon, I won't really have a choice. You will be the one missing out, for once, not me.

You will probably never read this, but that doesn't matter. I've vented for now, and that's all that matters.