Wake Me Up.

I should ink my skin with your name. Take my passport out again, just replace it. See, I could do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle. And I could run you a hot bath, and fill it up with bubbles. Maybe you're loveable. Maybe you're my snowflake, when your eyes turn from green to grey in the winter I'll hold you in a cold place. You should never cut your hair, 'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder. You will never know just how beautiful you are to me, but maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up.

tuesday night ponderings.

there are things about me that not everyone knows,

of course, like everyone.

small pieces that make up who i am.

movies, songs, books, quotes, people, words, pictures, places, tv, characters, lifelifelife.

almost famous,

tiny dancer,

to kill a mockingbird,

"all life is a game of luck!"

mum,

cheerful,

polaroid,

france,

band of brothers,

atticus finch.

is a start.

i love a lot of things. i'm so in love with so many things, that i just love being alive so i can experience these things. i am so afraid to die, mainly because i won't be able to see and live these things again. so, i will live it up while i can.

i will watch as many tv shows as i like.

i will go to the same restaurant with my friend each week, because we love it.

i will waste my money on going to the movies.

i will drink.

i will laze in bed for hours.

i will stay at home with my flatmate and watch harry potter/play harry potter wii/harry potter lego because it's totally awesome.

and enjoy every minute of it.

i'm off to watch band of brothers and sleep, because my eyes hurt and my mind hurts sometimes from thinking. that is all.

whoever you are, i love you.

sunday - slow club.

I'll be coming home to you, my heart is fonder now you've not been around.

I'll be coming home for you, now that I have learned how a heart can hurt.

Well, I'll be coming home for you, I heard that you're in bits, and I hope that I can fix it.

I'm coming home to heal your wounds, I've got a needle and thread to stitch back up your head.

But no one owns the sea, 'cept you and me.

too much beauty.

wonderffuuuuuuuuuul!

i knew you were waiting for me.

I say the wrong things at the wrong time; my jokes are interpreted as something serious, and when I mock over-react about something people think I am actually over-reacting.

I wish i had a sign to hold up to tell people that, it's just me, i joke around about everything, i'm actually not being mean/racist/over-reacting about something.

okay, so. things i'm looking forward to:

- finishing the book thief.

- the perks of being a wallflower film; ugh, emma watson is the biggest babe in the world.

- american pie reunion! the first AP movie is one of my faves. i really hope they have the awesome 90s music in this reunion movie.

- melbourne in june!

- and to see my favourite story ever on the stage, Annie.

- titanic next wednesday with the workmates. fark, i love you guys.

dreams.

You know what's super strange? I sometimes confuse dreams with reality. I've had these dreams, back when I was younger, and I thought they were real memories. We drove past a motel in Te Puna today and I had a flashback of a moment where I stayed the night there in the house where the owners lived and we watched Lassie. But, why would I stay there? No reason whatsoever.

I have many of these. When I was little, I must've just forgotten about these dreams and stored these memories aside and mistaken them for true memories.

Interesssssting!

I've been hanging with family, and I've realised how fantastic they all are. Hilarious, wonderful, quality people - I am so glad I am related to these people. We had the funniest dinner together; we are so loud, I'm pretty sure the waitresses were cracking up at us. NO REGRETS.