I love cam

-- Post From My iPhone

Kiev

Nothing beats the ease of doing Kiev and mash (the mash was a bit lumpy though!)

-- Post From My iPhone

I'm falling out of love at this volume

But I started to feel like a liar
Saying I love you
He was madly in love or mad at me
There was no in-between

Kiev

-- Post From My iPhone

Gh4

Guitar hero world tour ...hell yes !!!!

-- Post From My iPhone

Big day out pt.1

Went to the big day out on Monday , cameron and I became sunburnt to a crisp!! My boss, Jason , lamented that I look like the end of a treasure map. This was a
good analogy to describe the giant X pattern on my back. Some bands we saw included; children collide, birds of Tokyo , the grates , cog. , the living end , the ting tings, neil young , sneaky sound system , pendulum , bullet for my valentine and the dropkick murpheys!! I will post more photos after I upload all the photos from my new camera- bit here are some inferior photos from my iPhone..

-- Post From My iPhone

My dinrar

Mmm. Just made dinn with cameron and now we're watching infomercials ...woo here is a photo of our epic midnight dinner!!

-- Post From My iPhone

lets not shit ourselves

Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. A baby cries hard in an apartment complex, as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city's driving me out of my mind. I’ve seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity. He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I. Now, a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. Her family’s reduced to names on a shopping list. While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix. He knows there's worse things than being alone. I’ve learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender? An ambition, I’ve found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.

Well, I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home. Well, My teachers, they built this retaining wall memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly. And got my grades back and forgot just as easily, but at least I got an A. And so I don't have them to blame. Well, I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment of all those public action figures, the cowboy presidents. So loud behind the bullhorn so proud they can't admit when they've made a mistake. While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, he knows he don't have to say it, so it, it don't bother him. "Honesty" "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion." And the approval rating is high, and so someone's gonna die. Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment. We're still the pawns in their game. As they take eye for an eye until no one can see, we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan on that fast food marquee: Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues. Oh and the Blues! I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!

Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills, in a Melbourne hospital. And my father was there, in a chair by the window, staring so far away. I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish.." He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again." And so now I try to keep up, I’ve been exchanging my currency. While a million objects pass through my periphery. Now I’m rubbing my eyes cause they’re starting to bother me. I’ve been staring too long at the screen. But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery, to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.

It's been awhile
I'm not really sure how to sum up the last few months. I guess desperation, despair, anxiety and emancipation may be some words that describe what I have felt.
I've overcome an eating disorder, I've been used, I've been promoted. A lot has happened and yet it seems like I'm back in July again before my life became tangled within the confines of string theory. Employment thrives at EB games, and I am the latest new 3IC addition to the company. Yes!
I turned 19. It is not much different to 18, except there is less stupidity in my actions now. Slightly.
I met someone and left them almost straight away. Is it possible to see a whole life with someone within a couple of months as perfect? If so, I devoured a lonely life, and salvaged a taken one. He was just too damn jealous to be a part of my enigmatic lifestyle. I figure that If someone loves you enough to be jealous of everybody who occupies Earth beside you, they do not really love you but only love the idea of you. As an embodiment of an idea I believe I am somewhat between that of a masterpiece and a creative disbarment.
I've also made amiss a friendship that faded as quickly as it began. This is not such a bad thing as I've also found something else. Something new and better. Lets hope I don't fool myself again.

The enigmatic psyche of thus.

As I sat today amid the dandelions roaring I couldnt help but think of something and someone. A lot of the past few weeks has been very different. Apologies for my lack of journalistic ability to describe recent events - perhaps words like 'sureal' and 'unimaginable' would come closer to what I have experienced- but I adhere to the belief that there are just some things that occur in everyday life that homosapiens are yet to describe accurately.
Enough of the ambiguity anyway;
Uni: It's the same as ever, except I feel less involved this semester. Not just within the surmountable workloads - but also with the social masturbation of the whole establishment. In general, I am more happy with my outer uni life than inside of it. That's not to claim that some of the best people I have met do not coalesce here, but the atmosphere and formalities supress any instinct to remain there more than I have to.