SOUNDWAVE TOMORROW!!

Not that anyone cares, but I'M GOING SOUNDWAVE TOMORROW!!

Thirty-four degree weather though. I'm actually going to die.

I get to see this crazy cat tomorrow.

belonging story, by me and dee

Once there was a guy and his named John and his girlfriend brock up him. he was so so sad and he cried. oh god! i want, to die, he says, to himself in his own room, I really want to a sense of belonging as a result of a sense of connection another person, I hate my life!! And his mum then said hey go to school now and he said fuck off mum your shit

He started to cry with his eyes and tears, and slumped to the floor, still sobbing, 'O GOD!' he screamed to the ceiling 'O GOD WHAT HAPPENED!' His mum screamed at him and she cried too, and they sat together crying in each others arms'.

And then he logged onto Habbo Hotel but it was too late. Too late for now, anyway.

Lucky, he woke up. 'Phew," he yelled emphatically "It wass all just a dream!"

He woke up and looked at his girlfriend who was sitting next to him. "I love you Olliver!"

She loved him, too. So they went down to the beach and had a threesome with Fifi. Good! he thought.

Feedback?

also jibbert,

your tumblr is a real bitch to read

this shits going on my wall

Some of Quoc's stuff on nice glossy paper.

So the other week, I thought I'd take advantage of the Harvey Norman Photo Printing sale, where it was 10c a photo. I printed 30, which I thought was a lot, but the woman next to me at the store told me she did 1800.

I was gonna say 'You can find more of Quoc's stuff HERE' as a link but then I realised that anyone who reads this blog automatically reads Quoc's too.

.. Also, that link doesn't work.

finals night

was pretty sweet!

Photos by the Rhondog.

lol,
swimming carnival was good..........................
yeah,
loving my physics.
full, loving my physics.

Monday: Teenage Angst Professional Edition #34

For reasons unknown, even though he had achieved every objective he set out, even though it all went according to how it played through in his head to the smallest of details, he came out of it feeling like he lost something heavy.
He's feeling light, as if he wasn't grounded anymore, that where he used to anchor himself among those trivial matters no longer existed. That place no longer existed. Instead, like a brand new mall being erected, an unfamiliar yet welcoming presence inside him beckoned. It drew him in.
The realisation that some things just are the way theyre meant to be. That, it seemed like some sort of cosmic timeline existed, and that destiny enforced its decision. The realisation that, similar to some dreams he had, when he needed to, wanted to run towards it, he couldn't move his legs. That when he wanted to shout out those words, unfiltered, clear and without ulterior motive, he found himself unable to open his mouth. Yet when he was, quite suddenly able to open them, nothing, no tremble of an utterance could be made.
Unable to attain. Unobtainable. He finds that it will be something he will never have, nor find again. He re-reads his past, hoping to find clues to what may help ease him. Ease, into or out of whatever it is hes floating in. Because, hes floating, ungrounded, without direction or a sense.

OKAY GUYS, LOOK FOR SOME ELEMENTS OF BELONGING IN THERE.
NO DONT, ITS A TERRIBLE STORY.
We think we write best when in the zone, but like...I can totally imagine mrs young reading this and just LOLing or geting pissed =D