Pete’s twitter, 1 March 2009

That made me feel so nostalgic you have no idea. That was one of the best fics I’ve ever read. It made me feel like summer, like being young, like not having to worry about anything. And it made me feel like crying, because I don’t have that anymore. It was so close, they were all so, I don’t even know, just really tight-knit, and it made me feel sad, because it’s not like that anymore, and it’s not like that for me with some people anymore. I don’t know, maybe it’s just the weather, maybe it’s just today, maybe it’s nothing important at all, but I want to just be able to spend time wisely. Spend it so I’ll remember it. Just be able to stay out late, lying around in the evening, not doing anything, but being with friends, enjoying everyone’s company. Not having to worry about the next day. Listening to U + ME = by Dan Black, and other summery songs.

I haven’t missed summer this badly all year. Today was a strange day. I keep trying to cheer myself up, even though I’m not sad. I just don’t know what to do with myself on days like today. I want to cry, and dance around like a mad thing, and sing, but I just can’t work myself up to it.

Wasn’t able to get involved in any conversations, really, with anyone today. I suppose it was just one of those days.

I miss my gran. I’m cheating shamelessly on WordPress, and I feel bad. I still have no glasses. My room is still messy.

But most of all, I feel quiet.

Only short this evening everyone.

PICK UP LINESSSSS : D

*fangirls*

All done.

Haha, as if.

One picture is never enough.

But he’s cuuuute, so I forgive myself.

I decided I’d come on today and write a big long blog, no matter the time it takes. My reason being? I’m bored, no one is writing blogs anymore, I didn’t get to go to the park today (due to my own laziness, I’ll admit), and I’m trying to convince myself not to abandon poor little WordPress for Tumblr.

Side Note: You know you’re awesome when you accidently write ‘bandom’ in place of abandon. (Y)

Honestly guys, I really couldn’t get any cooler.

Onto the weekend!

On Saturday, I went to Gillian’s party. Not just any party, mind, but an Alice in Wonderland-themed party. Me and the lovely Anna Murray teamed up to be Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee

Agreed to have a battle;

For Tweedledum said Tweedledee

Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

Yeah, that right. Battles. Anyhow. To be Dee and Dum, we both dressed exactly the same, eg. white t-shirts, blue jeans, black Converse; and then I made paper collars with bows and ribbons on them, and also propellers to put in hats. Anna brought the hats, and made us name tags.

We were really good.

It was a fun party. It was nice and relaxed, and, while I will admit there were groups, there was a fair amount of mingling. Props to Marcus for being an expert mingler. The costume was epic fail though.

Croquet was a smashing idea. I didn’t play, as it was in decently high demand, but it added authenticity. We also did a decent job of weirding-out others in the park, which is always fun. Anna and I are expert bobbers. Having an Anna and an Ana dressed the same is a bit trcky for new people though, I imagine.

After the party finished, I was picked up by my mother and beautiful cousin Lily! Our sleepovers are the best. We’re the laziest two in existence, and we enjoy it that way. We stayed up for ages, got dressed up, took an extraordinary amount of photographs, talked to random kids on MSN, and then finally decided that we were bout to die, so it was time to go to bed. I’m sorry we didn’t get to make the pie or cookie dough, next time I’ll be fully prepared.

She had to leave this morning though, due to having work, which was sad. We’re chatting on MSN now though, so it’s okay.

After Lily left though, the day was kind of weird. It was really summery out, but I was too tired to go out there. For seriously, when I went out to hang clothes on the line, I fell asleep standing up. So I stayed in, and went on the computer. That wasn’t all that satisfying either. I tried to talk to Hayden, but our conversation was virtually non-existant, most of the time there was no one on MSN, and even a Pet Shop!AU didn’t cheer me up anywhere near as much as it should have. I couldn’t even get motivated to search for new fics. That’s saying something.

Instead, I just lay on the bed, scrolling through lj pages half-heartedly, and refreshing MySpace, FaceBook and Twitter over and over again, and waited for people to come on MSN. Even now though, I’m not having any fun conversations really, because Lily is working on a 1200 word essay, and Hayden is fantasizing about Dale doing goodness knows what.

So this weekend has been a bit of a mixed bag. Sort of follows on from last week, which was just strange. Days either sucked or were good. And everything just felt weird.

Hopefully next week will be more consistant.

I’m just trying to remember whether I’ve eaten more than two crackers today. I don’t think I have. I should probably do something about that soon.

Maybe.

One really good thing that happened today was that I downloaded Blalock’s Indie/Rock playlist for August (which took four hours, don’t tell Dad), and I’m rather enjoying all 137 SONGS ON IT. Yes, it’s quite good.

Looking at lj primers on The Cab has also been fun, as has finding wild strawberries in the yard, along with a dandelion.

Overall though, an odd weekend.

Some other things that have been running through my head/bothering me:

Does he find me annoying? Is this piercing healing properly? When did my stomach get so not-flat? When are my glasses coming? Will people laugh at me with glasses? Does my art project sound too pretentious? Why do I never do things on time? Why do discussions with parents even exist? Do they actually want to talk to me? I can’t decide whether to grow my hair or not. What am I to do about this formal dress business? I NEED TO GO TO SOUNDWAVE. I want a job. I feel bad for scabbing off my parents. Are my subject choices right? Should I stick with WordPress, pros and cons? Is Ryan really married? Am I weird for liking that? I cause more problems than I solve. My room’s a mess but I’m too lazy to clean it. I need to copy out my maths stuff. I feel bad for not being able to get the icecreams done, even though I was busy with assignments. [blank] is annoying me. I have a twitch in my eye.

I’m pushing all of that aside though. I feel like enjoying this evening.

I just wish I could be sure, make up my mind, not feel so annoying.

Ah well.

Please forgive me, WordPress, but I’m posting this to Tumblr. I can’t help myself.

Tumblr.

Jenny and I had a Panic at the Disco night to commemorate the band as they were, and get some of our crushing sadness out. Not a word about how lame we are from any of you! We cooked tofu, watched Live in Chicago, with much falling off the bed by Jenny, then watched Mirrors, and got scared, tried to watch Life on the Murder Scene, and then fell asleep. In the morning, we watched The Uninvited, then spent forever on Twitter, YouTube and LiveJournal, looking up videos and pictures of anything and everything FBR, pretty much. Somewhere inbetween that, we watched some of Twilight, which I hadn’t seen, and, after the half and hour I watched, have decided never to see fully.

It was not a good movie. It was in fact, a Very Bad Movie.

Anywho. Fun all around.

I have a confession to make everyone. I’m thinking, debating, pondering, wondering, whether I should swap to Tumblr. It’s rather very cute, I already have a Tumblr account, and I can link it to Twitter better than I can WordPress. The problem is, I’m always switching sites, and I’ll feel mean if I leave my poor little WordPress all on its lonesome. Don’t ask my why I’m worried about hurting the feelings of a website, but I am. If I do go to Tumblr, not saying I will, but if I do, I think I’d post on both Tumblr and WordPress for a bit, and then stop WP.

Maybe. Maybe.

Another thing. I think I’m boring someone. I am, I just know it, I’m a boring conversationalist. The thing that bothers me even more is that I’m even bothered about boring them. I surprise myself with my own silliness sometimes.

Maybe I’m just being silly.

Anyways. Blog over.

Blogland is still populated, for true.

I haven’t written in quite some time. Since the twenty-sixth! Wowee. (That was intentional). So now I’ll have a fair bit to write about.

The frustrating thing about not writing for so long is that one never knows where to begin. To kick this party off, I’m going to tell you all the things I like about:

BIRTHDAYS

I thought birthdays would be an appropriate thing to write about, seeing as there are a large number of people born in August. Incidentally, if you count back nine months, guess where you are? In the words of Maddie’s friend George, “Hello Christmas.” *_*

But that’s not why I enjoy birthdays.

Birthdays are fun because it’s enjoyable making a big fuss about someone for a legitimate reason. I like wandering around for ages trying to find something just a little left of centre to give someone, the kind of thing you wouldn’t get every day. You know back when everyone gave you all this little girly stuff, like Barbies, and play makeup, and all that? That was no fun, getting the same thing from everyone. So I like looking for weird things. The best thing I ever found was a self-winding spaghetti fork.

I thought it was pretty cool, but I wonder if Jade ever used it?

Birthdays are good because you can all be together, having fun, just enjoying the company of friends, and knowing that all of you together are celebrating something important. Birthdays are fun when there are themes. They can be the most obscure themes in the world, but they just make the party ten times more fun. I think there should be a theme for everything.

I like giving people presents as well. Sharing is a nice feeling.

And that, ladies and gents, is why I enjoy birthdays. I think I enjoy other peoples’  birthdays more than my own. My own stresses me out, I feel nervous if I have people over, I’m not really all that keen on being the centre of attention, and bad things tend to happen on my birthday. I nearly always end up in tears on my actual birthday, and the last birthday party I had, in year eight, my ferret vanished, everyone fought, I ended up in tears, and no one talked to one another the next day. Stress central, oh yes.

I loved year eight. (N)

I think that’s the difference between good and bad birthdays though. You want  to spend the day with the right people. Spending a day that’s supposed to be about you (and that’s not in an ‘I’m so wonderful’ sort of way, just in a truthful way), with people who don’t care enough about you to forget about their own little dramas for one evening just doesn’t make sense. You want to spend it with people who enjoy being with you, and who you can all be relaxed around.

That’s the way to go.

Have you noticed some days always go wrong though? A bit like Pov Tuesday. For example, bad things often happen to me on Friday the thirteenth, as cliche as that is. Really truly though, bad things happen.

For example…

FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH AT THE ZOO

While I was still living in the Southern Highlands, my Mum and Tere, the mother of some of our very good friends, decided to organize going to the zoo as an outing. The date we finally settled on was Friday the thirteenth.

I had my suspicions that bad things would happen. Don’t get me wrong, I was looking forward to it immensly. I knew I’d have fun. I just also had a sneaking suspicion that something would go a bit wrong.

And whaddaya know, I was right. To begin with, I sat in some gum. The biggest wad of gum I’ve ever seen. Luckily, I had a spare pair of pants. Next, we went over to the chimpanzees. I was looking in the enclosure, and came within an inch of falling over the side, into the rather grungy-looking moat. Then, that’s right, the day wasn’t done, I went to the miniature hippopotamus enclosure. The silly thing was all hidden in a corner. I didn’t come to the zoo to look at half a hippo’s bottom! So I leant over the little railing, in order to see it better.

And promptly fell in.

I was in the hippo enclosure, with my feet in the air, A HIPPOPOTAMUS IN THE ENCLOSURE, feeling rather scared and embarrassed. Those things are vicious! I managed to get out without falling in the pond luckily, and without being attacked by a small hippo.

A boy standing nearby started laughing at me though, which was Not Good.

While all that was going on, I later learned that my brother and Justin, in their search for the toilets, wandered right into the rhinoceros cage, which was opened for feeding. They didn’t notice that they were in one of the cages until they saw the rhino, so that was also Not A Very Good Thing.

One would think nothing else could happen in the small remainder of the day we had left. But we managed to squeeze in nearly missing a ferry, and being yelled at by the ferry man. We made up for it by shouting joyfully to two other girls on a yacht, and meeting a nice gentleman at the ticket gate.

And that was my Friday the thirteenth at the zoo.

I’m good at rambling on. I really wonder how many people actually care about the things I write about. Ah well. I enjoy myself.

This term at school has been rather nice. Assignments have been stressful, and I’ve had atrocious headaches, but it’s been fun. Tenea dressed up in a lion suit, we had birthdays, they played Clothes Off! at bowling, The Young Veins happened, and Kasia and I went to the movies at half nine in the evening on a school night to see Public Enemies.

We picked up two very drunk people on the way there, because Mum refused to drive past a woman lying on the ground, and insisted on taking them home. I’m surprised Kasia kept in her laughing for so long.

“In the middle, in the middle, in the middle of a dreeeeaaaammm…”

And that’s a bit of a summary of my gap-between-blogs.

Lily is coming over next weekend. How exciting! I think we should make a pie. Let’s make a pie, dearest.

By the way guys. When I get my glasses, don’t laugh, or I think I’ll cry.

That’s gonna be me. Doesn’t she look cheerful? She looks almost as nice as my very own Gran.

I’m not really getting glasses like that @_@

Tarrah!

I think that’s sweet.

At the moment, I’m being an awesome procrastinator, and, instead of getting IST and History done, I’m blogging, reading fanfic, on FOUND Magazine, Twitter and Myspace, and talking on msn. It’s a wonder I ever get anywhere with my school work *shakes head* Ah well. I won’t dwell on it. It’ll get done eventually.

Holidays is what I’ll dwell on! There’s precious little left of them, so I’ll appreciate them while they’re here. These have been the nicest winter’s holidays I’ve had in quite some time. I actually ended up doing things! Prepared to be reminisced at!

The Hangover with Kasia, Georgia and Meg: Cookie dough! The essential supply of the movie-goer from this day onward. It was also a very amusing movie, so snaps to The Hangover. Sleeping over afterward was obviously awesome too, Meg and her Omegle conspiracies.

“Toodle-oooo, mother****ers!”

Summer for a day, with Maddie and Tegan (and a brief cameo by Mitch): I already talked about this, but how could the reminiscing be complete without at least a brief mention? Summer for a day, while not completely functional, is rather enjoyable. I really think we should do it again. But with kites this time. And I should be a little more organised.

“Get out of the lift. Get out of the lift.”

The picnic-for-Lucy-with-no-Lucy: That was a bit mysterious. We may never know what happened to Lucy, but it was still a nice day for a picnic. Anna/Anna’s sister makes really nice cupcakes : )

“You guys better watch out, I’m really good at Cheat…”

Horror movie night, at long last: Sarah! How can we have not seen each other for four weeks? You better get your act together, Nun One. Saw was really not so scary, but still worth it. Poor Marcus.

“I knew he was there, and I got scared anyway!”

Kite-flying for Micaela: Pocket kite is a good little creature. He just needs the right conditions. Big kite can also be quite majestic. Blue slushies on freezing days are quite the best idea anyone ever had.

“The kite tried to kill me!”

E+J visiting, just like the old days: Crosswords and Cloverfield one-upping, what more can I say? Oh, of course. I had so much fun. We always have things to do. Three cheers for children with imagination, and take pity on their neighbours, gentle readers!

“Where is he?” “…” “AHHHHHH!” *has heart attack*

Transformers, and Courtney’s new haircut: Oh, your brother shaved it while you were sleeping, is that so? Haha. Overall, not such a great movie, but it’s all down to the company. Fairy floss, I love you.

“You have to sit next to me so I can tell you who I’m going to marry.”

A day out with everyone: Ahh. The fun begins before everyone has even arrived. To clear things up, I’ll just let you all in on the embarrassment. Me, Tegan and Kasia were waiting for everyone to arrive, and I turned around and saw Meg. Same colour hair, tall, thin, well dressed, and a reasonable distnace away. So I waved. Half a second later though, I realised it wasn’t Meg. If Meg had a male clone, that would’ve been him though. Embarrassing though. And he walked right past. He even turned to us and sort of looked confused, but I was looking away! He was cute too. Haha. Anyway, the day was fun. Meg’s impractical shoes, bubbles in the fountain and the speedy escape, adventures in the comic shop, ARCADIA!, Jenny’s awesome photo skills, the hipbones of the boy on the brochure. A good day.

“That must be Meg! That’s not Meg!” *blush*

The Tragedy: *remembrance*

Room tidying and paper cranes: It’s lovely having space. I don’t feel enclosed and unhappy in my room anymore, it’s cheerful. I love my cranes. I love my letters. I love my Astro Boy postcard.

“Ajestic? Oh, majestic. I see.”

The Hottest 100 of All Time, huzzah!: It certainly got better after a time. Fanz Ferdinand deserved better though. I cried when they played Hallelujah (Y) We’re pro, Georgia.

“Killing in the Name Of makes me want to be violent and kick things.”

“Like communists?”

“Yes. Just like communists.”

And that was my lovely holidays everyone. The major events at least. In between, I applied for a job, went driving, nearly drove into a drain, got my nose pierced, watched too many movies to name, made a pie, read fanfics end to end, on after the other, read the last two Harry Potter books again, talked to Hayden (You got mentioned, see?), and bought a bowtie. I also spent an entire evening quoting Black Books and The IT Crowd non-stop.

“I am declaring war. A war on stress!

“Stress is a disease people, and I am the cure!

“I’m a doctor with a cure!

“No I’m not, I’m a general, and it’s still a war!

“A war on disease! STRESS!”

Ahahahaha.

And in case of an emergency, “Remember the new number! 0118 999 881 999 119 7253.” “Well that’s easy to remember…” : D

And I think I’ll leave it at that for today everyone.

Toodle-oooo… I won’t finish the quote.

I haven’t posted in a while either.

DEAR HEAVENS! IT’S  THE 23RD TODAY, AND WAS 12:37 WHEN I NOTICED THE DATE. 2 and 3, 23, 7 minus 1 is 6, 6 divide 2 is 3, 2 and 3 – TWENTY-THREE! Once again, DEAR HEAVENS! It really is uncanny how often that accursed number pops up.

Anyhow. I felt I should post a blog. I was going to earlier, as I’d just made a lovely little music player, shaped like a cassette, none-the-less, to embed in the blog. The blinking thing didn’t want to work with wordpress though, so that was the end of that. I had some cute tunes for you too.

There’s no purpose to this blog really. I’m just going to write about whatever takes my fancy. Just warning you : )

I applied at Borders the other day. I’m also applying at Pages and A&R tomorrow. I do not want to work with food. N. O. I decided, once/if I get a job, I’ll buy myself a camera. Which one? This one.

It’s adorable. I like cute things, so taking pictures with a cute camera is totally appealing.

Speaking of cute things…I thought that was kinda cute. I was proud of it, at least.

I want my typewriter guys : (

I went out on Tuesday, with lovely friends. I had an even lovelier time, barring the incident with the, ahem, gentleman at the fountain. It’s a sad day when you’re called a fool for trying to bring a little magic into everyone’s day.

But it was a good day. I heart Darby Street, kiddies. We should do it again sometime.

Other news… I watched Changeling today. Well. Last night, to be precise, this being one in the morning on Thursday. It was a really touching movie. I cried : )

Tomorrow, I am watching Transformers 2. That should be good, but I wish I’d got around to watching the first. Ah well. It’ll be like the prequel. Hayden cannot come to the movie, because it would be rude. There.

Short and boring as this was, I’m done.

Jenny bought The Umbrella Academy everyone!

My lovely cranes.

There are 18 up there. The other three are for Georgia. Georgia is a lucky child.

Anyhow, my room is all tidy now. Since I last posted, I cleared pretty much everything off the floor, and moved things around to my satisfaction. I actually enjoy being in my room now. I can walk straight to the bed, find my books and school work, and it’s quite peaceful and relaxing in here now. You should see the collection of letters on my wall above my desk, it is something and a half!

I was having a chat with Georgia the other night, the night of the twelfth, about being up late, and how peaceful it was. It was all rather nice, if a trifle creepy at that time. I eventually went to bed at three past two : D

Oh yes, that’s right. Earlier in the day, we were discussing THE HOTTEST 100 OF ALL TIME! It was one of the most exciting msn conversations I’d had in quite some time. I do think the number one spot was well earned, if there is anyone who doesn’t enjoy shouting out Smells Like Teen Spirit as loud as they can when given the opportunity, tell me where they live and I’ll go shout some sense into them. Anyway. It was exciting. I was also pleased with number two, because I rather like Rage as a band, and because that song just makes you want to break things. But in a good way, not the way Paris Hilton makes you want to break things.

Erin and Justin came over again on the Monday. It was so much fun : ) Who’d have thought that doing a crossword could be so enjoyable? “Tradesman reverses over dog, severing tail.” That is the funniest crossword clue I ever heard in my life.

And then night fell. For those who don’t know, MONSTER IS THE MOST FUN GAME IN THE WORLD. It’s like hide and seek tip, but in the dark. And it does get rather scary. For the first round, we were obviously just mucking around, but we had big plans for round two. So we prepared. The video camera was put on charge, all breakable items were moved to safe places, and then we went to dinner. After that, mum and dad were awfully nice about us turning all the lights in the house off and asking them to go and read in bed. And then we were ready to play.

The rules:

• Front yard is out of bounds, as is mum and dad’s room, all the rooms leading off the hallway to the other side of the kitchen, and Sophia’s room.
• Keep as serious as possible. Don’t break things.
• If Justin catches you and holds you down, you’re dead.
• If the person holding the video camera dies, you have to take it from them and keep filming.
• Try to keep the noise down.

So we started. Erin, Ivan and I upstairs, Justin creeping up the stairs while we gave a bit of an introduction. I didn’t think it’d be as scary as it was, but when Justin screeched and threw himself up the stairs towards us, I nearly had a heart attack : D

I’m sure we came very close to serious injury as we lept up and down the stairs, and within the first two minutes, you totally forgot it was a game, or at least the part that knew it was pushed right to the back of your mind.

I ended up being the last one left, so I had to take the camera from Erin and pelt off into the yard. That little brick wall being there was definitely a good thing.

Once we finished and went to look at the footage, we discovered that the camera had been on standby for the last part, so we had to do it again. But the scene where I died was still really good.

So it was a good visit. Like the old days, with our overactive imaginations : D

Lily also stayed over last night, after dinner for Dedo’s birthday. Last night was also the first time I felt even remotely like I was missing out on anything by not eating meat. For anyone who’s curious, my Baba makes the world’s nicest chicken soup, which I can no longer eat. It’s okay though, she also cooks very nice baked potatoes. So I wasn’t as sad as I would have been otherwise.

Hmm. What else. I got my nose pierced? I decided it had to be done, after lip was ruled out. It wasn’t as scary or painful as I’d anticipated.

And now I think I’ll eat some of the rollable icing that I secretly bought and snuck up to my room.

Have a nice afternoon everyone.

Summer for a day. Everyone should try it. We climbed the highest hill, took the path less travelled, and walked longer than I knew I was capable of. I had sore feet afterwards, but ’twas well worth it. Thanks Maddie, thanks Tegan.

I wonder if anyone will ever see our rock pictures? Or will they be washed away?

I tidied my room last night. I’m no longer swimming through clothes, books, and pieces of paper. I only meant to do the clothes last night, but it feels nice to clean. Refreshing, almost.

I also moved my bed. Now I can get up on the wrong side of the bed for true. I’ll finally have an excuse : )

Hayden was upset that I gave him such a small mention last time, but this blog is not about him, so he will have to deal with it. It’s frightfully amusing voice calling him though. “Shhhhh!” “Shhh : ) *is loud again*” “SHHHH!” But in the end, I came out the winner. You got in trouble for being too loud haha. Make your own room messy if you want to swim, I like the tidy feeling.

Breaking Dawn is a beastly destructive book. Unnecessarily heavy, it slipped from my grasp last night, to fall with the corner of the spine down on the keyboard. I wasn’t expecting the i and o keys to just pop off like they did though. Luckily, I got o fully fixed, and i half fixed. We’ll just keep that one to ourselves, won’t we? : D

Erin and Justin are in Newcastle! For the first time in probably four and a half years, maybe even five, Erin was back at our house. It’s been so long. Today was only for morning tea/lunch, but they’re staying over on Monday nght, and I’m very glad : )

A poem from Erin to me, goodness knows how long ago.

That book of poems is going straight on my wall.

Now, before I close. I’m going to raid both the shed and garage, and under the house, to see if we have either of our old type-writers. If we do, I bags.

Au revoir. Til the next seeing.