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- what it says about you -
You appreciate closure. It bothers you when people promise to do something and then don't follow through. You want to able to right the wrongs of the past. Studying history motivates you to improve the world. You put a lot of hope in the future and look forward to seeing technology and progress improve our lives.
..... I hate technology. Andi and I just discussed this YESTERDAY. I do like history though.
I've lost all motivation for university. I've lost all motivation for everything, actually.
I recently lost all the confidence I had in playing music. I've hardly played guitar in two months.
I am writing poetry and lyrics from time to time but I can't find anything good to hold on to.
I'm having trouble doing anything these days. I can't concentrate. I don't care about anything.
I've tried to pay attention in class. I've tried to play music. I've tried to be funny and pretend nothing is wrong. But there's something going on right now in my head that I can't seem to overcome. And I've been getting the worst headaches. I've been searching for inspiration and good but I can't quite seem to grasp anything. Any fleeting moment of happiness disappears soon after. I finally got my shit together and completed Jenn's logo. I was stoked for about an hour. And then I started finding faults in it's design, and felt like an idiot for giving her something awful.
My insomnia has come back. I got up this morning after 3 hours, tried to get myself to school. Got dressed. Had breakfast. Got to the front door. Then went back to bed. I've been getting these pains in my chest and a feeling in my throat like I'm super nervous about something, all the time. Not even when I'm doing anything stress-inducing. When I'm driving my car, or sitting on the couch watching a football game, or talking on the phone.
I should be happy. My dad is trying really hard to get himself healthy. I've learnt to shut my mother out. I had a really great time with my family the other weekend. My friends are hilarious. I don't live in Libya.
I think I need to take a break to get my head back into it's space. I've tried to shut it out and ignore my problems but I think I need to step away for a while and sort myself out. I'd appreciate some patience. And discretion, if you will.
I love you all, and I will be back.
I get concerned often when I see the amount of women who are desperately seeking a partner. It worries me how insecure, and how afraid, they must be. For me, true romance has always come not out of searching but out of coincidence. And from what I've seen and what I've experienced, the best relationships are not sought after. Think about the happiest couples you know. Think about how much in common they have, or how they found one another. The one time I have been in love, it was with someone who was completely opposite to me. And believe me, I didn't go looking for them.
Yet I see friends and family so afraid that they're not going to find the right person, and so they try to liken themselves to strangers, thinking that if they like the same books and watch the same shows they must be perfect for each other. It always ends bad. And they always pick themselves up and try and find another.
Are women still that dependent on men for happiness? For security? Are we truly not comfortable until we have a partner? Do we have to be so desperate to find someone that we'll settle for anyone who also likes that Dire Straits song? The conventions of modern romance are not so different from those of old, it seems. I've seen so many friends tell me they're discontent because they're worried they won't find the right guy. And then they find the first guy who brushes his teeth, try to make it something meaningful, and then it ends.
I'm sick of mates embarrassing themselves by flirting with anything that moves because they're lonely. It's so hard to watch.
That is my thought for the day, and this is my tip: LADIES, DON'T BE SO DESPERATE. DON'T SETTLE. You'll be unhappy. And it won't last. Just be yourself. Get to know them. Don't be delusional. There isn't one RIGHT person. There's a hell of a lot of good people, with potential for something more. AND DON'T, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SETTLE FOR A GUY JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE "NICE", OR CAN "HOLD A CONVERSATION". That won't cut it. Hitler could hold a conversation too.
Alright, I'm done. Just be careful, ladies. I know too many people who get hurt, again and again, because they want it too much .
- Music:Arcade Fire.
- The Fighting Agathons. Naturally.
- The Electric Shadows. An old indie movie theatre in Canberra that closed down in 2005.
- Kaleidoscope Glasses. Too hard to spell, now I think of it. Could get embarrassing.
- The Eleventh Hour.
- Trouble Feet.
- Treble Cliff. For lols.
- The Alton Line. The line from Farnham to Waterloo.
- The Long Road.
- The Cobbetts. After our local in Farnham.
- The Silent Alarms. Bloc Party geek.
- Paper Thin Walls. Great Modest Mouse track.
- Justin Bieber.
- First Flights. Could be ironic, fear of flying, she has one.
- The Pioneers. Huge Bloc Party geek.
- Battle Abbey. History geek.
- Terra Australis. Aussie History Geek.
- The Kelly Gang. See above.
- Spinning Jenny. For the love of textiles. Which I do not have.
- Silent Streetcars.
- Prospect Avenue.
- Rokin. A street in Amsterdam.
- Moreton Bay Figs. My favourite tree.
- Inner West. A part of Sydney.
I think of them daily, but never write them down. So I'm creating an ongoing list. And it's after 2.30am, so don't judge them too hard. It's just what I could come up with off the top of my head.
I was just informed by my sistero that "Heads Will Roll" will be featured in a mash-up with an MJ song on the next episode of Glee. I've given up on that show, but I may return just to hear some gleetard try to work the screechy Karen O drawl. God I hope it's Rachel. Because the hilarity... oh the hilarity will be piss-worthy.
That is all.
Before I knew what the future held,
The past was in my hands;
I cradled it until it slept,
And when I laid it down to rest,
I heard "goodnight" in different lands.
Edit: Yeah, it's not a full limerick. I don't care.