lols on a friday night.

Me & Pauline, two funny people.

*watch the news, story about a bushfire in Aussie, shot of a house burning down*

"God, that's why you don't move to Aussie. When you leave your house, it'll burn down" - Paul

"Go the dairy, nek minnit...." - Me

*we both proceed to laugh until we cry*

We should be on 7 Days.

ideas.

moving desks and kennedy.

It's been a weird couple of days - only the start of the week! Blurgh, or in Sims terms, Flargh.

There's good parts, of course they're not all bad. I have fun at work. I enjoy it. People make me laff, and we have quiiiiiite a bit of fun. I enjoy Arna-Kate's sarcasm, and James' funny comments about pretty much everything, and Sophie's shortened words, Tiffany's cute laugh.

There's been a bit of drama that I hope sorts it's stuff out. I have to move desks, and I don't really want to...but oh well, it'll work out. It might be good to have a change...really will miss my lovely desk though. We had some good times...*mock sniff* haha.

Today = meetings galore, and Army Boss gave us all an intense lecture about how we have to work harder. I don't know if it was pointed at our team though...it was kind of awks.

Sometimes I get a bit in over my head, and today was a prime example.

I tried writing my Kennedy story the other day. I came up with an awesome starting couple of lines, but could just not continue...ah well, in time...Also, by Kennedy I don't mean our friend JFK, but a novel about a boy who is named Kennedy =)

My nephew's girlfriend is being a bit weird on facebook. It's annoying me a bit. Like, show him some respect. I'm a bit protective, I gotta say.

Anyway, i'm out. this was another really weird post. I'm currently wearing black geeky glasses just for the hell of it. God, I'm off to sleep! Desk moving day tomorrow.

Wear Sunscreen!

Ladies and gentlemen, class of '99.

Wear sunscreen.

I will always live my life by this song. I guess at this age I'm at now, it means so much.

James Vincent McMorrow - We Don't Eat

I moved to the coast, under a mountain
Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
I'd remember all the things my mother wrote

That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust

Two thousand years, I've been in that water
Two thousand years, sunk like a stone
Desperately reaching for nets
That the fishermen have thrown
Trying to find, a little bit of hope

Me I was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid
Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
So if in the future I might need myself a savior
I'll remember what was written on that wall

That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust

pretty.

‎"Sometimes while I ride the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is totally in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it was a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It’s a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at them feels like to someone who is devouring every part of their image, who has invisible strings that are connected to this person tied to every part of their body. I think this fun pastime is a way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way, and to use that part of my mind that I think is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I’ll meet in my life to appreciate the general public. I wish I thought about people like this more often. I think it’s the opposite of what our culture teaches us to do. We prefer to pick people apart to find their flaws. Cultivating these feelings of love or appreciation for random people, and even for people I don’t like, makes me a more forgiving and appreciative person toward myself and people I love. Also, it’s just a really excellent pastime."

Dean Spade, 'For Lovers and Fighters'

the prince.

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down, now I'd like to take a minute, so just sit right there, I'll tell you all about how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.

In West Philadelphia, born and raised, in a playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxing all cool, and shooting some B-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighbourhood...I got in one little fight, and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your Aunty and Uncle in Bel Air"

I begged and I pleaded with them, day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on and said "I might as well kick it". First class, yo, this is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass? Is this what the people in Bel Air live like? Hm, this might be alright.

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the licence plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare, but I thought, nah forget it, yo home to Bel Air!

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and and yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.