two times eight, twenty four? ummm.

We were driving home from Wellington, it was dark, Denny was driving.

Somehow we got on the topic of maths!

"Jamie sucks at maths." Kat said.

"Yes, I do! I am so bad at it," I replied.

"Ohhh no Jamie, honestly you are not worse than me," Denny exclaimed. I began to feel real good about myself, saying "OHHH yes I am so worse! I'm so bad at maths!" Kinda got the feeling that maybe I wasn't the only one, thank bloody god.

"Seriously Jamie, I am really bad!"

Kat piped up in the back. "Jamie, what's two times negative two?"

I thought for a moment. "Two?"

"..."

"Ohh, Jamie." They laughed for a while. "Jamie, I didn't realise how bad you really were." Denny said, lolling.

It's official. I suck at maths! Time to get a times table sheet for the back of my door.

i love you!

"Hey! You there. You are more normal than any of the other assholes in this room."

- Diane Keaton, The Family Stone

Most definitely one of my favourite movies!

b.o.b

I like the sound men in war movies' gear makes when they run. It's this funny rattling, I love it. Guns and bags and bullets and layers of clothing and boots and hats and bits and pieces, everything they own.

I'm watching Band of Brothers with dad.

I REALLY REALLY LOVE WAR MOVIES.

for me.

I'm kinda crushing on Jackie Chan from Rush Hour...it's on TV and I just sorta swooned when he started dancing to that 'I'll be Missing You' song by Puff Daddy. and apparently he danced to the Beach Boys earlier in the movie which was the cherry,

on top,

of the cake.

I like such strange people sometimes...seriously. I really like Garth in Wayne's World which is weird because he wouldn't really be considered good looking? I guess he's not, but those glasses hold all the appeal.

a little bit of truth.

HELLS YEAH.

Let's not ever forget this.

sister2sister.

I love having so many sisters I can't keep track! It's the best. It means, really, that I have this huge group of friends. I'm not lonely in the world.

They're friends who I can't escape and they can't escape me. That is actually really cool. Sorry guys, you're stuck with me!

Going to see Precious tonight with Aim! Very excited. I've wanted to see this for such a long time. (As in like a couple of weeks, but yanno) haha

Time for a walk through the orchard.

i like the way your sparkling earrings lay.

You know what the Eagles remind me of? A Nicholas Sparks novel. Or a novel in general. They tell tales of American heartaches, lonely cowboys, love, everything. When I listen to the songs I just get immersed in this kind of story.

Someone who can't hide their lying eyes,

someone who should take it easy, and lighten up while they still can,

a desperado who should let somebody love them before it's too late,

another tequila sunrise,

a peaceful easy feeling, and someone who's already standing on the ground,

taking it to the limit one more time,

and all that jazz.

So much fun!

drinking a cold cup of tea.

When I was a young boy I used to ride around town on a pushbike and yell out to shop owners, and call to my friends. Sometimes they couldn't (or wouldn't) come out to play, so I was resume by myself. I was invincible.

It's getting colder. I wrap my shawls around me like an old woman, my knuckles swelling and my breath heavy. I shouldn't go outside as much as I should. "The cold air could cause pnumonia" Dr Randall said, sitting ten feet too far away from me. Well, I said to my own self, my stale home air could give me bad memories.
I do not feel old. I pump gas at the station and make my way to the school. As a woman with long legs, red pumps and sexy salt and pepper hair stalks out of the front doors (it's a Thursday, she always finishes early), I surprise her. She sighs. A weak smile, as always.
"Frank," she says. Her lips move slowly.
"Rose."
She's the Rose of my life, at the moment. But she does not know. "Are you well?" she makes small talk as I make real talk. I wish I had flowers. What flowers? Are roses too romantic, daisies too youthful, lilies too much like a wedding?
"I gotta go, Frank," she says shortly after she asks about my doctor appointments. Fuck those. I brush it away and I'm sure she noticed my staring at the ground. I saw her blood red shoes hit the pavement and dissappear into her car. My reflection frowns up at me from a dirty grey puddle, grey like the day, grey like now, grey like my life.
But not my heart. My heart is full. That is why it hurts.

forever young, i wanna be forever young.

I'm sitting here listening to Forever Young, and hoping and wishing.

Apparantley this was my neighbour Kieran's funeral song.

I wasn't there, but I was there in spirit...I can just picture now, how beautiful it would have been listening to this song and letting balloons fly.

Oh, Kez.

...I miss you at weird times. It's not that I never think about you. I don't often talk about you, but you're in my thoughts a lot. Sometimes, when I drive home, I picture you walking along with your school bag on your back, throwing stones into the drain, feeding the horse grass, walking over those road markers and flinging them back.

and making that witty joke about the fat guy on our bus that made me laaaaaaaaugh. God, I hated that guy.

I just thought of something. You were 14. You're totally Susie Salmon.

It's been a year. I hope your family is okay!

A laugh:

The Thin Lizzy ad + song!

"Mobile, hair style...blah blah...it's time to make up! with thin lizzaaaaaaaay"

IT MAKES ME LAUGH SO MUCH. HONESTLY.

Other things that bring the lols:

funny womaniser guy on Idol.

Anyone on Idol.

Southern accents.

America's funniest home videos.

"That's what she said"

Steve Carell.

Tripping up.