ANON

What? Really? Anonymous?

Dear Jenn,

In response to your Tumblr post,

I KNOW, AND I COULD TELL YOU WERE FULL READY AND HAD MY BACK IF THE PIG-LATIN-OFF GOT OUT OF HAND, I'M KICKIN' MYSELF

from genvin lol

CHANGE OF WALLPAPER!

Awww yeah. Redrawn by Kuoke.

Edit: Yeah, I have a LOT of clutter

When I took a second to plan my holidays ( as I always do ), I realised that I'm pretty booked out.. as in, I've got quite a few outings, I have a part time job (about 4-5hours a week) annnd..so much work =\


really tired these days..
really just want to like.. like down and sleep you know? or just something relaxing.. i dunno
but theres always something at the back of my mind bugging me out, be it school work or something else..
getting tired of stuff..everything is like a blur again urrgh

D:

Edit: I just realised they're ALL faces! Except EOS_Digital.

yeah but half of zero is..

I tried taking some slick angle shots but they all ended up blurry because I'm a shit photographer.

i take back what i said

Dannnnananananananannanananznanaanankroyd are actually pretty swell.

you didnt ask for one so..

today while letterboxing,
i came across this little toddler,
about 4-5 years old...
i smiled at him and he smiled back =D

dont bloody take it the wrong way!

also, ive got pictures of the sky from my phone, but cant upload yet!

party party

That is actually a really great picture

Dream

you know what,
just screw everything like,
just whatever
who even cares.

still two more tasks to go...
i really want to get out and about
HEY. LETS GET WASTED. HAHA.

I don't have dreams

I'm sitting on the bus as usual thinking about things that don't matter. My mind wonders about the lives of other people, what they are doing, and what its like to live like them.
I'm sitting on the bench at Glenfield station, sitting in the shade, the box. A couple sits across me, being somewhat affectionate. I fly lands on the guys legs. He is holding some sort of folder, kind of like the folder you get when you get you Ls. Anyway, he swats the fly angrily, as if all his problems came from it. He looks about 20, or possibly only 18, then again, their kind is just the big kind. I'm wondering what they are doing, outside of school, if still in school. Wondering where they get their money from, if they had a job, and what job they could get. I consider where I get my money, a secret stash, hidden away from the taxable nature of my mum.
I'm wondering about my future. Seeing them just having so much free time, bumming around like that, I get nervous about what I would be doing after school. So much free time..Since I'm the kind of person who absolutely hates wasting time of any sort, it scares me to think about not knowing what to do. What could I do were I not in school? How can I even travel around or do anything without currency? Am I supposed to be preoccupied with work? or maybe a hobby...or stay at home..and do what? I thought about what I would do when I got home. Certainly not sleep. I don't believe in sleeping during the day. Its a waste of time. I like actually living.
So I'm on the bus, and a wave of sorrow drowns me. Its like turning the cold water on , moreso than the hot water in a shower, and a steady stream of chilling creeps through you top to bottom.
What if I don't become successful? I wonder back to thinking about travelling and having free time. I got this thought from all the cars parked outside Macarthur Square. It wouldn't be for the shoppers of course, no one in their right mind would park out there. All those cars are from people who work else where, travelling by train, maybe going all the way to the city, to the Northern parts of Sydney. I consider whether I would be doing such a thing in a few years time. Certainly, I'll be travelling all the way to the city for University, but I really do not like the feeling of travelling on public transport all my life. I really envied the kids who got dropped off at school..Contrastingly, I caught the bus to school all my life, save for a few occasions (2).
Northern Sydney...I want to be there. I'm looking at the sad faces of the people that I share Campbeltown with. I realise though, that most likely all of Sydney is no different. There are rich spots everywhere, for people who earn above average, who aren't earning a life support amount, but rather amounts with leisure. I want to be successful like them, but the truth I keep denying crawls back. When will you start being who you think you are?
He cries

my photography skillz

aren't.

crckt

from the Rhondog's blaorg.

That's actually pretty cool.

I had a dream too

So I don't very often remember my dreams, but luckily for everyone, when I woke up this morning, I quickly went over to my table and scribbled everything I could possibly remember from the very vivid dream I had last night in my Ext 2 notebook. I couldn't remember all of it, and so just noted down things from when I could remember, which was about halfway through the dream. Here goes!

So, from when I remember, I am talking to Katie about really old buildings. To this, Katie responds, "What about those old Chinese buildings? Y'know they're like, [big number starting with 11] years old, right?"

At this point, the environment we were previous in, which I don't remember, suddenly morphs into one of these pagodas, which we start walking around in. To my slight surprise, the interior of the pagoda is somewhat ruined, and not as prestigious or spiritual-looking as I thought it'd be - the floor is cracked, the walls are dirty, and the whole place is dark and shabby.

Also, y'know how in dreams, you just know things? Well I somehow know at this point that the pagoda is also a hospital of some sort. I am also somehow aware that both mine and Stephen's mothers are currently in the hospital, although it's nothing serious.

From here it gets kinda confusing, because we (I really don't know who 'we' even refers to here) walk out of the pagoda and into an area that is a combination of the bowling alley in Liverpool, the interior of the Pillar of Autumn in the first level of Halo 1, and the large entrance to Mounties where, if you look up at the ceiling, there's a big painting of a rainforest with lots of animals.

Stephen then 'returns' from where he was (because I remember vaguely thinking in my dream, Stephen's back), and informs us, in a panicked, sweaty state, that the hospital has killed his mum, and that we have to get out of here. This part got confusing for me in the dream because I follow Stephen blindly, as he runs through many a passageway and futuristic door, in dark, alien-spaceship style corridors and hallways. At some point during all of this, we encounter Jason Edward-Sharpe. I think to myself,

"What the fuck are you even doing here,"

but we ignore him and continue. After a while of this madness we go through a final door, which takes us about a hundred metres away from the previous-mentioned Mounties area, where we encounter Lehana and either her sister or her friend Av. We ask them if they made it to the gig they were on their way to, to which they reply no, to which we continue on our way out. Upon exiting Mounties, we find ourselves in the Fairfield Showgrounds carpark.

However, upon exiting, we realise that we actually want to go back inside because there is a music festival in there ('we,' from now on, refers to Stephen, Katie, who has magically reappeared, and myself) that we wish to attend. Instead of lining up in the enormous queues of people, we decide to take the much quicker option of the 'car entry,' since I had my car and was driving (????). When we pull up to the car entry, the guard stops us and says,

"Hey, you can't bring your own drinks in if you're coming through the car entry."

He gestures to the cup of Slurpee that I had forgotten about sitting in my cup-holder - looking at it, I am surprised to find that not only is it there, but the colour of the Slurpee is a shimmering, pleasant gradient of red, purple, and blue.

"Haha," I respond, smiling, "I forgot about that, sorry."

Reversing the car, I did a round and came back and tried to re-enter at the car-entry point again. The guard stops us and says,

"Hey, I told you already, you can't bring your own drinks through here."

He gestures to the shimmering Slurpee in my cup-holder, at which I say,

"LOL OMG I FORGOT AGAIN LMAO"

and Katie and Stephen say

"WTF GEN HOW DID YOU EVEN"

In conclusion, we finally get into the venue - I don't remember the final fate of the Slurpee. Once inside, Katie shows me a newspaper article that she has found in the newspaper she has picked up. The article is about the Slurpee madness that just took place - there's even a fun little interview with the guard, who, laughing, expresses his disbelief at my attempt to enter twice without rectifying the Slurpee issue.

"Haha, he just came round again and I told him, you can't take that in here, I told you already!"

The end.