'Oh he made my blood just burn! I flipped do far I thought that I would not return!' (Get him back - Fiona Apple)

I don't know why I wanted to talk to you in the first place!

But I did.

This is like email isn't it (but one way)

Maye that's how I like it, or maybe not. And (just as things POP!!! into my head) when I said that I couldn't live without you, did I mean it? Really? Surely not, because that would mean I would die - but so far I am not to sure. Maybe it just takes time. Siobhan said months (but she has _ (<- That much) experience), but how long has it been? Month? Months? I can't remember the date - today or the day.

But (I don't know if you have noticed yet, you might not have (Truly!)), when I hear an angry tone, or unsympathising attitude (though I should be used to that by now), it really upsets me. And I mean really upsets me, for days, or weeks if it is allowed to.

I am a very fragile person, by many peoples doing - including myself, and I snap. I aren't depressed or anything, but I have similar symptoms (is that possible?). I am dragging on a bit so I'll stop.

Please be nice! I can't live without you!

One last cry of dispair (or the hope of the end to)

This blog has become stagnant.

Poems and usless emotional speaches that mean nothing to anyone exept the intended person (Roseanna, to eliminate any doubt) have caused a slip into tedium. A fatal slip.

So I am adopting a new look! (again) It always revives my thoughts, and I hope to post a resonable blog post soon!

While we're still living in garden-skin land, I may as well tell Roseanna about my emotions:

I am happy! Because I can finally see hope for friendship! Be happy too you unhappy chipmonk! (if you aren't) Or go you on cowgirl! (If you are!)

;)

This is emotional...

I think I must be in a bad mood phase lately, I hope I exit it soon. I STILL have unaswered questions for people! And I want them answered (but first I have to ask them). Today was horrible, I am so dependant. Rosieanna is the best thing since sliced bread! Yay!

http://wistful-cherry.blogspot.com!

Disscussionable!

Yes is an incredibly positive word. In fact, I have decided to place a ban on No. It's just not a helpful thing to say. No more No.

How come the comment life is so dull on this blog? And Rosieanna's! We should have discussion comments like most blogs do! And we will! Yes! But I do need disscussionable things to write... So if anyone has any ideas feel free to comment! Lets get this party started!

I guess exeptions prove the rules... But love still sways boundries (And I love you)

I guess a post is necessary after that...

But just a random thought, the template of a blog can completely change the way its content is viewed. If, for example, your blog has a purply skin with swirls and black all over it the words and messages contained within are automatically perceived to be troubled and dark, whereas if your skin is more of a white the perception changes to one of clean and basic. (But I guess ultimately the content can swing it either way)

Today has so far been surprisingly carefree, as I seem to have successfully shifted all of my responsibilities off of me (where they ultimately belong), and onto others who (despite it being the fairest way for them to decide on actions), are perhaps less prepared. However, an underlying sense of dread still remains, for this blissful interlude cannot last forever. (How is that for a message?)

Ha. I like to think of myself as a stable person who can judge rationally despite outside circumstances, but you have succeeded in pissing me off.

If I Had To I Could Get Up And Leave Right Now...

T H I S I S O N E E X I T E D E D B O Y ! ! !

I'm Ringing Roseanna Tomight!!!

ILOVEYOU!!!

OK, here we go...

First of all I guess was my meeting with Utting. HA! I remember! I sorta ruined his initiation thing where he opens the door and gives you some 'Do you acept the responsibility of becoming a humble BNUT' sermon by just walking past him and sitting down, and then my mum laughed in his face because she thought he was treating us like five year olds, uh, that about it. I sounded like I was on a real roll there. So, uh, the next day? That was thursday.

Yup.

Thursday was great because I got to see lots of pwetty people that I hadn't seen all holidays, and talk to a couple of them. I didn't do the talking that well because I hadn't talked to anyone all holidays, and had forgotten. That sucked. Its a really wierd feeling when you really want to say something useful and talk about peoples holidays and lives and heaps and heaps of random stuff but you can't because just NOTHING comes into your head to say. I think I have improved, so I'll try to do more talking on monday.

My form class is acctually pretty good. It's not amazing, but there aren't any bad people in it, Hannah is nice enough, Joel I can talk about ripping baby possums out of thier dead mothers woumbs and drowning them, and Issac, well, I can talk about his nose. The year twelve and thirteens aren't terrible, but I've never eally got on with them, so I keep my distance.

Then came Friday. Neil was creepy. Roseanna really scared me by leaving half way through, and the actions were too complicated.

Now I miss everyone. More than I did in the holidays even. Your all just so amazing and wonderful that I'm spellbound whenever I see any of you, its strange, but because your so fantasmical not suprising.

I S O L O O K F O R E W A R D T O S E E I N G Y O U O N M O N D A Y B E C A U S E Y O U A R E A L L S O F R I E N D L Y A N D K I N D A N D E N E G M A T I C A N D B E A U T I F U L ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

No ones listening anymore. Theyre all away. (all two of them)

ARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

My short hamner holiday was crap. Really terrible. It doesn't exite me much talking about it, so I wont.

Something I did discover though was that I am re-interested in lyrics. To songs. They facinate me, now, didn't before. Really interesting. Mmmm.


I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave
Don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile

Just don't leave
Don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave
Don't leave

Just don't leave
Don't leave


Is Thom Yorke just trying to piss me off, because its working. Intreguing though.
Whats another one...

his wicked
sense of humour
suggests
exciting sex!

his fingers
they focus on her
touches
he's venus as a boy

he believes in a beauty
he's venus as a boy

he's exploringthe taste of her
arousal
so accurate

he sets off
the beauty in her
he's venus
venus as a boy

he believes in a beauty
he's venus as a boy


What the heck is that supposed to mean? What was Bjork trying to convey when she wrote that? I'd like to know.

Yeah thats that. I'm pretty annoyed at everyone right now. Yeah. That includes you!

My Impersonals

I hate communicating, It's too hard (talking to people)

Yeah well anyway, I have found a solution. Use a Computer! Pretty much all holidays I have been talking to people using email, blogs or cellphones, and I haven't said a word to anyone! whats even better is that I have plenty of time to decide what I am going to say, so I never tell anyone secrets by mistake. It's just weird! (Willie Wonka says that in Charlie and the Chocholate Factory and it is awesome!)

Yup, use blogs.


I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

NeoNatzis

Congratulations to Roseanna




(She learnt html off neopets).




NEOMANIA(CS)!

Hopes

I'm happy! Roseanna said that if she can come to the picnic(a) on sunday she might get me a copy of the 10Ge DVD, if she can come, but... eh... she might not be able to so I (and all my millions of readers) shouldn't get my (and thier) hopes up.


I said in an email that I would run up and down the house six times, and then realised I couldn't run (which killed the whole thing), so I stayed in my bed and wrote this post