QUICK!

This is a quick! blog something before midnight! post.

I am in Melbourne.

I got to see my girl Rach this arvo/evening. Which was awesome. And more awesome, I get to see her again tomorrow. YEAH!

I went to all these new places ( because I'm in fucking melbourne! )

I splurged unnecessarily on my self today. I bought a book. For the plane. I can justify the purchase with convincing arguments though.

I still think flying is UHMAZING. Even if I was put next to a small child. With a small child next to that small child. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. Turbulence is fun, not scary. Stop fake screaming.

I have vanilla tea. I forgot sugar, yet it's still amazing.

I plan on blogging all about Melbourne once I get back to Sydney. With pictures. Drawn or photographed. It'll be epic.

I don't really have anything else to say.

MuchLove.

poetry?

Mini rant: While making sushi this evening, I wrote a poem in my mind. I'm not usually big on poems. If I could be so amazing and write music, I'd write songs constantly. I'd be the mostest amazing songwriter EVER. But I'm not that talented. And so I occasionally think up poems, rarely write them down and never remember them. So yes, mind-prose. Sushi. And mid thought I realised I HAVE A BLOG NOW! I can write crap like this down. And then I remembered what the poem was about. To clarify, it was mostly about me. Most of everything is. I'm a selfish person. That's the way it is. But it happened to have something to do with a boy. And people I know read this. And people I know would realise who said boy is. And then read into it. As I have ( why the fuck am I thinking about you? Get out of my head!! ), but that's only because I read into everything. And then over-analyse it. So, even though part of me says "It's YOUR blog, write whatever you want. Crappy attempts at poetry would bring a whole new angle of crappiness. It'd be fun" and the other half is ( so much bigger than half and ) screaming "It's not even like that! Darn people and their gossip and opinions! KEEP EVERYTHING TO YOUR SELF". And the ridiculous thing is the whole issue is completely innocent, nothing to hide, ness. But I messed myself up with thinking. Darn thinking. It was a cute poem too. Didn't involve death and suffering as much as usual.

MuchLove.

FAIL

ARGH. I wrote an amazing blog about my dreams from last month. EPIC, I TELL YOU. And then, the darn thing asked for my password and got rid of it :( ALL OF IT. no more blog. What you have been staying up for all this time? yeah that. no. sorry. that NO LONGER EXISTS. oh the drafts it says it saves? LIES. all lies and corruption to lure you into a false sense of security. And as much as I enjoy a good rant, I'm pretty sure this one doesn't make sense. So I'm going to stop now. If this post doesn't work either I may very well strangle something. hmph.