Wednesday, July 21

not a happy chappy, you'll get no smile out of me. Feeling quite crap at the moment, more than usual but it doesn't always some through my posts. who wants to read about someone complaining about something they don't understand? meh tomato tomarto how ever you like it, how's reading this anyway, I used to think I had an audience but I see I was wrong, so I guess theres no point of me writing here anymore.

so I'd officially like to say goodbye. I might be back, but if not, cheerio.

and did you know that when it snows my eyes become wide and the light that you shine can be seen

Light a candle, light a motive. step down, step down. watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no, fear cavalier.

you don’t need to be funnier for me, don’t have to always be strong, you don’t need to try to be beautiful, beauty was yours all along

You said I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war, if you can tell me something worth fighting for, oh and I'm gonna buy this place is what I said, blame it upon a rush of blood to the head

It's something sacred, something so beautiful, something quiet to ease the mind. when the pressure's taking me over and over.

... yeah... I'm still here...

Monday, July 19

I couldn't live if you would die,
don't ask me the reason why,
but I know that the world,
needs more people like you...
and its just funny how,
that no one looks at you now,
but I know that soon,
that they'll all want to be like you...

Saturday, July 17

do you want to show the world your scars,
that you got when you fell from the stars.
or just to tell them that it was
a mistake to come here because....
you miss your mothers,
your sons and daughters,
and the light that came from,
that place you called home.
but it'll be alright I guess,
I just miss you so, but all the best,
please come back soon,
coz its lonely here on the moon....
yeah we all know it, come and show it, write it, in the shout box to your left. come on, write that its crap or crafty, or nice, or is red.... or something! man... I need a life.
how 'bout a banana? nah i'd rather my msn thanks... cheers to you and thanks from me, drink up my sweet the day draws near

I don't care if the sun don't shine, I get my loving in the evening time, when I'm with my baby. Life no fun with the sun around, I get my loving when the sun goes down, when I'm with my baby. And first we... yeah I'm bored, I'm working today though, first time in 2 months because I forgot to put in my avaliablities for the holidays. oops. meh, oh well. and i'm working tomorrow too. OHH! its orange, i made it orange, I made it orange, can you make your writing orange? or blue? or pink? or green? I CAN! tehehe I like this new blogger thingy.
Its soo cool right now, red it is, so hot. Kathy's party tonight, I only get to go to the last 2 hrs coz i'm working a close shift. Sweet Charity is next week too! AHHH! so close, thats scary, I have no idea whats going on. meh, she'll get over it.
well toodles from me

Monday, July 12

I was so bored today doing work expeirence that I thought I'd revamp the meaning for boredom.
original definition:
the state of being weary and restless through lack of interest

new definition to apply for today:

the state of being completely drained and "bored out of ones brain" at the thought of or the action of tedious and repedative actions (e.g. opening book, stamping book, closing book, repeat 100+ times) or through the lack of interest in these activities.

The staff were cool, and nice, but what I had to do. boy-o-boy. I might as well slept all of today. OH! but I get to help with storytime tomorrow! WOO! I hope its a Dr Suess or.. oh! I've forgotten the author of those books! oh ahh! they were so cool. oh bum. awww... losing my childhood. gotta go find it
cheerio chaps!

words beyond words, of what wasn't said,
don't seem to stop, running 'round in my head.
years after years, pulling at the same loose thread,
around in circles, was the path that it lead.

Saturday, July 10

Oh-so awesome with its fantastic bible and exhilarating worship. Boy, it was so cool. Twas like drinking the spirit every morning, noon and night. sweet sweet that stuff is.
"Why am I so attractive?" lol yeah.
the names fraces, coz people can't spell, frances. And then I'd go "Atlest put an 'n' in it please!" and they'd go "ok fracnes" and they'd laff and then I'd laff and we all laffed... with taffy. and I had 17 apples over those 5 days, and amanda had 20 coffees over those five days, but she didn't have one on friday morning coz we were all fasting for Tom to became a Christian. But he didn't know that, but he now is!! and thats awesome. yeaahh! Amanda and Tim became Christians on the camp to which is just so brilliant. 'tastic stuff mate.
PUPPY DOG SLIPPERS ON MY FEET! they are soooo cute. =D
OH! and I hav a penguin foam cup now, without a bottom. Well its drawn on upsidedown so really it doesn't have a top.
Well gotta go mateys! Eye-eye captian birds eye!
God bless ya!
The Raven Cont.

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloating o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite-respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Sunday, July 4

yes I have run out of meaning ful things to say. Except for TOMORROW TOMORROW! DEEPER! TOMORROW! WHOOOP!!!

The Raven Cont.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

Saturday, July 3

The Raven Cont.

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Friday, July 2

hello boys and girls,
nothing new today just thought I'd add a bit of Poe. (As in the awesome Edgar Allan Poe, and if you still don't know what I'm on about think "Nevermore!")

The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

(rest will be in later posts)

Thursday, July 1

Into the sea, you and me, all these years and no one heard. I'll show you in spring, it's a treacherous thing, we missed, you hissed, the lovecats... ba-da da da da da da-da, daaa da da da da da da-da...

Heellloooooooooooooo! HyeS! HyeS! HeNO! Why do you talk like that? I had a sTROke!
Woo! holidays, and guess where I've been going? TO SCHOOL! Yes it is the most awful thing to put people through while on holidays, but Ms Callow has decided that we need 6 days, 10am to 3pm, of rehersals. Its terrible, but the musical is coming along well... but thats not the point! Luckily I'm going on "deeper" next week which is gonna be so awesome! Its at Phillip Island and we're going to get all Godly and its going to be fantastic. and a bonus is that I can't get to 3 of the rehearsals. But Deeper!! Holidays aren't meant for school, teachers should understand that, why would they want to waste their holidays at school? Beats me.

We're so wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully pretty! Oh you know that I'd do anything for you.

Yeah so whats up with you people?!? I got a shout box and no ones used it except squashy and I, which is quite depressing really, thanks squashy! you're a gun. As for the rest of you who may or may not exsist, fair enough, I know I wouldn't waste my time on a crappy blogspot such as this.

Nothing could be the substitute, for the love I've found in you...