michelangelo, pisano, massacio, etcetera

ART HISTORY! is magnificent. I really, really wonder how these people back in the day (you know what I mean) managed to build all these stone buildings. How did they get the big blocks of stone up that high? how, how, how? and how do they not fall down and crush everyone? Not that I don't have faith in the ol' Romans and Florentines back in the day but I want to know how they did it! Did they grab a huge piece of marble and carve a building out of it? Unanswered questions. I would like to be Bill & Ted and go back to those days, please. Thanks!

bonsoir

This is just to say
my computer is broken
and I am going to miss this place

forgive me
the beautiful world
of blogging

will have me back
soon enough
hopefully.



I'm trying not to be upset because in reality, if I lived in the 60s I wouldn't be crying over spilt milk, or crying over a broken laptop, because THEY WERENT EVEN AROUND! Sadly, I live in the 2000s and they are around. And we need them. But I will be fine. I will read my novels, and write my notes, and find a computer to write a beautiful essay on, and all will be grand. Wish me luck, blogging world.

this song has its mega perks !

People are talking! talking about people, i hear them whisper, you won't believe it.
they think we're lovers, kept under covers,
I just ignore it but they keep saying we
laugh just a little too loud,
we stand just a little too close,
we stare just a little too loooooooooong,
maybe they're seein' something we don't darlin!

let's give them something to talk about, let's give them something to talk about, let's give them something to talk about, how about love?

I feel so foolish, I never noticed. You'd act so nervous...could you be falling for me?
It took a rumour, to make me wonder, now I'm convinced that I'm going under.
Thinkin' bout you every day,
dreamin' about you every night,
hopin' that you feel the same waaaaaaaaaaaaay,
now that we know it, let's really show it darlin'!

beautiful.

"look at me, my breasts are perky, yes!"

i remember quoting this with my nephew mason for aaaaaaaaaaages after we saw this!

we would sing this for days on end,

and if we hadn't seen each other for a while we would resume when we saw each other.

the movie of my teen years, heck yes!

=)

williaaaaam.

this is just to say.

i have eaten

the plums

that were in

the ice box

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold.

- william carlos williams.

paris, je t'aime.

"I feel like I’ve seen you before. You look like a mystical guy. Really, you have a very special aura. You believe in spirits? I’m way into that stuff. Maybe we met in a past lifetime. It’s amazing. As soon as I saw you, I needed to talk. It’s like, I don’t know… a strong, weird feeling. I thought if I don’t talk to you before I go, I’d be missing out on something important. I didn’t want to miss the chance to talk to you. You believe in soul mates? Finding your other half?"

the ideal life.

I want to be one of those people who spends their life with a hot drink in their hands and pajamas and watches movies all night, and quotes them and quotes them and quotes them. a la gigi from He's Just Not That Into You, ya know? who quotes mary stuart masterton and is adorable while doing it.

i love my sisters, deep and meaningfuls, slow and deep and meaningful songs that are romantic, romance, crushes on boys, makeovers, beautiful people, being clumsy, the name micah, dictionaries, reminiscing about primary school days with a flatmate, writing letters, quoting movies, moisturiser, watching skins again, how adorable cook is, the time traveler's wife,

and feeling complete.

even for a little while.

even if it dissappears in five minutes.

i love my bedroom and i may just make it even more a haven soon. it's 10.26pm and i don't feel like sleeping. shall i make it a haven? i need a haven. i'm 20 years old. i deserve a haven. :)

the boys are TOTALLY back.

"Soon mum is going to fall into a deep deep sleep. A sleep that she may not wake up from. She will die." - Joe.

"Will she die by dinner time?" - Artie.

"Who knows." - Joe.

"Will she die by bedtime?" - Artie.

"We don't know, sweetheart." - Joe.

"Okay." - Artie.

I loved this movie so much! I bawled my eyes out. Honestly, Clive Owen is SUCH a good actor. He cried with such humanity, it was beautiful. He has such a lovely soft voice. In many ways I saw how much of a great father he would be. His character Joe was gorgeous. The children, don't get me started, the children...Artie was such a good actor for such a young child. His little tantrums and the way he lay on the floor with grief. I don't know. Kudos. I also adored Harry, the little Rupert Grint look-alike, who looked up to his father so much but didn't know how to show it.

Awesome boys. I like them, a lot.

flightless bird.

Have I found you, flightless bird?

I always see both sides of every story. It makes it difficult sometimes but I always do. my heart is torn. I will feel for you, no matter what. I won't act rashly, I will see what you see, I will be there. It could be my fault but it could be my perfection. Whichever you choose. I am sorry, to that someone, and I hope you are okay. I have your side. You may not realise it. But I have.

yes mr big, i know.

“I’ve been thinking about that article you’re writing, about men who date models." - Mr Big.
“What about them?” - Carrie.
“Well first of all, there are so many goddamn gorgeous women out there in the city.” - Big.
“What an amazing observation.” - Carrie.
“But the thing is this. After a while, you just wanna be with the one who makes you laugh. Know what I mean?” - Big.

cute.

'“I think it’s so cool that you write.”
“Thanks.”
“I wish I could write. I’ve got all these intense thoughts, but I can’t keep them in my head long enough to get them down on paper.”
“Well, that’s the big trick.”
“Truth is, I’m totally neurotic. One minute I can be walking down the street totally cool and then the next I’m depressed for no reason. I’m totally self-conscious. Like before I say something, I say it in my head first so it doesn’t come out wrong.”
“Doesn’t that seem like a waste of time?”
“It only takes a second. I get really distracted all the time, too.”
“What’s distracting you now?”
“Your nose.”
“Oh, thanks a lot.”
“No, no, it’s just so cute. I hate my nose too. It’s too big. But I think it depends on my hair.”
“Yeah. I see what you mean.”
“So what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I think this might be it. What do you wanna be when you grow up?”
“I’d like to move back to Iowa and have kids and be a cop. Do you mind if we just lie here? I get so lonely in the city. Sometimes it’s just nice to lie with someone.”
“Sure. We could do that.”
It made me wonder how someone so beautiful could ever be lonely.'

oh for the love of wellington!

I am so in love with Wellington right now. I love walking at night and seeing the hotels lit up with people staying in them;

I look up and wonder what they're doing and what their room is like. I look at every building in the city, I look up, more like, and I feel like a tourist. it's so wonderful. Lambton Quay is aymayzing.

a beautiful place.

it's a beautiful place to be both by yourself, and with people.

imagine that.

Today I had many cute moments.

For one, I sat next to a girl I knew in my seminar. For two, I introduced myself to the class without getting all embarrassed (!!) and for three; the beautiful crush walked in and sat himself at the back.

Cute moment number four, I was finding an elevator that would take me to Lampton Quay. I looked confused and this cute business boy (would be a business man but he was younger and beautiful) was waiting and he got in the elevator and I didn't get in.

He held the door for me, and I asked, "Does this go to Lampton?" and he said yes and we talked for a while in the elevator. You know, one of those weird moments where you talk in the elevator with someone you hardly know. A "meet cute". He let me out of the lift first, and said, as we walked along, "go down to the esculators at the end of the corridor!"

I said thanks.

We walked the same way for a while which was weird and made me smile. Imagine if we saw each other again. Eeee-magine!

brings back the mems.

So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits
Maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you got to rise above

little bobbie boo.

Rest in peace, Bob!

I love you. I miss you already. I'm afraid to go home and realise your absence... your tail not wagging on the hard floor anymore, your cute little snuffle noise you made when you got really excited, the way you jumped up on my lap in the smoko room, and cut dad's legs when you were on the motorbike cause you had sharp nails. I'll even miss all your barking, the barking at every car that rolled past, and how you were sometimes fussy at eating.

I'll miss how you got scared of thunderstorms and would run into my room and duck your head underneath my pillow. I'll always miss your playfulness with Shady and you trying to make her play with you! Sometimes she'd be too lazy and I'd try and raak her up with you, by running around and making sharp movements. Oh, lazy Shady.

So, I'm kind of scared to go home and not have you there. It'll be too weird for me. You're a part of the family and there will be a piece of the puzzle missing.

But I'll go visit you up the hill where dad buried you. I'll bring you flowers, maybe, or just myself. I'll probably talk to you lots. Who says dogs can't talk?

who says?

Who say's I can't get stoned? Plan a trip to Japan alone? Who cares if I even go, who says I can't get stoned?

It's been a long night in New York city, it's been a long time since 22. I don't remember you looking any better, but then again I don't remember you.

i've just started enjoying the music of john mayer again! & katy perry and 3oh3! so lovin' startstrukk.

and an amazing website is http://failbooking.com = so hilarious. if you like facebook fails then you will el oh el your ass off at this, just like I did.

my favourite thing right now is the 'Revolt of the Mannequins' exhibition in the wellington CBD at the moment, it is absolutely genius! the people from the French theatre company have placed ten groups of mannequins in shop windows etc in wellington, and every night they will change them...in order to tell their story.

there's a story of these two children eating soup and it says 'Eat your soup and grow tall' or something. And this story of two almish people standing next to an empty cradle; I suppose their baby died or was taken? very eerie, it scared me a lot.

can't wait to see how they progress!

To you, I would give the world. To you, I'd never be cold, 'cause I feel that when I'm with you, it's alright. I know it's right.

and the songbirds keep singing like they know the score and I love you, I love you, I love you.

Like never before.

love.

sometimes vocabulary runs through my head;

Fragile sums me up so much right now; it's in my heart, my soul, my face. i'm not sure what to do about it.

you, are.

I got a tumblr today! I have yet signed onto another social networking site. but it's not really social networking because nobody knows my tumblr. maybe i'll show you. maybe. it's really cool, it's like a Penguin classic book and it's gorgeous, the layout sums me up amazingly.

i just watched the end of the first series of the Big Bang Theory and am now just doing things online, listening to the others watching Avatar. I like my flatmates. we had burritoes tonight.

I was going to make them milos, but I forgot.

I said sorry. Simon gave me chocolate to say thank you for using my internet. I said thanks for the thank you chocolate. Simon broke Kat's wine glass in a hilarious situation where he was playing ping pong and whacked her glass with the bat and it exploded into tiny shards. She cut her leg, which was sad, but it was so darn funny. Simon's friend Mandy vaccumed the floor, thanks mate. She laughed sooo much about anything, I loved her laugh.

Me, Kenny and Pauline went and got ice creams. It was cute. We joked around about Willy Wonka being a pedofile.

I had a lecture today for American Literature and I think it will be grandly fun! I started reading The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien and I really really like it. I love books! they are the essence of life... yes yes.

this is too much.

it's really exciting and turbulent. but there's someone out there who i really want to hang out with and talk to lots. i love you!

i've had Paramore's 'The Only Exception' in my head for three days now.

beautiful.